Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Twilight's Paradox ❯ Reset ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: “Time shall kompress” ( I wonder who will get that reference?)

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Twilight's Paradox

 

Chapter 3

 

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Soon, the two of them paused in their embrace for air, as well as to allow their racing hearts to calm. Panting slightly, YÅ«sei peered down at the spiky-haired legend. Yami had his head lowered to YÅ«sei's chest; his shoulders slowly rising and falling as he drew in his shallow breaths. Without thinking, YÅ«sei's hand raised and rested upon Yami's head, stroking his thick tepid locks gently. But the moment of contact caused Yami to look up immediately and YÅ«sei bashfully moved his hand back to his sides. A tint of curiosity glinted in Yami's eyes, but his expression overall was unreadable.

 

“What just happened?” Yami foolishly queried, still taking in puffs of air. Uncertainty and the fear of rejection flashed through YÅ«sei's eyes from such a question. Thoroughly embarrassed, he took a step back away from Yami, and sent his guilt- laced gaze elsewhere. “Nothing. Forget it ever happened,” he stated firmly, briskly moving past the petite male. “YÅ«sei...! YÅ«sei, wait!”

“No. I'm sorry. I've already done what I came here to do and that was to warn you and have you change your mind.”

“And you have,” Yami agreed, following after him and placing a hand on his arm. But naturally, YÅ«sei shrugged it off. “Let me go,” he stated calmly.

“YÅ«sei...” Yami trailed off; a range of vivid emotions thriving about his features, “Listen, I'm not telling you to stay here but there is no denying our meeting nor our connection.”

“What connection, we barely know the other!” YÅ«sei shot back, daring a look into those liquidy red-violet eyes. Without the illuminating rays of the sun, those reddish orbs simmered to a rich violet in the shade. Such a color of those same impassioned ardent secondary hues shimmered like the ones of a certain hot-headed blonde YÅ«sei had battled life with. And for a moment, he, and his senses, became lost in their exotic lure. Noticing the irony between them, Yami couldn't resist a snide remark as YÅ«sei again dared to claim him. “It seems you wish us to become known with one another,” he uttered against the lips that sought his.

“Why are you so willing?” YÅ«sei murmured back.

“I ask you the same.”

“...”

This time, Yami was the one who broke the kiss. Under normal circumstances, if any other random person tried to make a move on him that he didn't already fancy and accept in some way, he would have bitten them and pushed them away the instant they tried anything. And although Yami had only met one version of YÅ«sei already, he had felt an odd connection. Meeting with the second, that connection was even stronger, rawer, more prominent, and neither of them knew why. And if this version of YÅ«sei would be able to return his original's time to what it was before he arrived, then this would be the last time Yami would have with him. Once their realities were reset back to what they originally were, this moment, their actions, would no longer exist. It would have never happened. They would have never happened. He was never really one to have such thoughts of daring enrapture with another for only one night, in this lifetime anyway. But there was something about sharing this chance with the male before him that he could not let go of. The opportunity was much too sweet. But there was also a downside.

 

“YÅ«sei... Listen, if we take advantage of this moment, there is a great possibility that all of it now will be--”

“Shh” YÅ«sei reprimanded with a finger to Yami's lips. Ambivalent amaranth fleeted between affirmative azure. “Don't say it,” YÅ«sei muttered, shaking his head slowly, “We've already crossed the line. We may as well jump in the chasm beyond it.”

“YÅ«sei...” Yami breathed, already shutting his eyes and leaning forward. Within that moment, YÅ«sei put aside every memory, every thought, and every worry to the side and focused on giving his all to the legend before him in the shape of a kiss. That one kiss multiplied into threes, sixes, then entwined with moans and tongue. Their hands ventured the other; outlining their slender forms in passion that rivaled the calidity of the sunlight. Their clothes were removed hesitantly, modestly, piece by piece until their nudity was caressed by the effervescent sun. This was a new happening for the both of them and both moved rather awkwardly. No words were interchanged, only nods and expressions. Silently, YÅ«sei took it upon himself to take the lead. Timidly, he placed a finger at Yami's mouth, to which he accepted entry and suckled on it eagerly. Faint sounds of appeasement and astonishment drifted from YÅ«sei as both the sensations and visuals of Yami's performance stirred his desires and heightened his expectations. The former ruler caught wind of this and glanced upto his ensnared victim with a smug expression. Tauntingly, he took the digit further into his mouth and hummed; the vibrations causing YÅ«sei to shudder in hunger for what was to come.

 

As the setting sun finally achieved its full descent, the cloak of nightfall shrouded their forms in starlit seclusion. Breathy moans and pants drifted from Yami and dappled YÅ«sei's chest with their wanton demands for more. Yami's back was pressed against the cool tactility of the rooftop's metal door, both arms encircled around YÅ«sei's neck with his head resting against his slick chest. One of Yami's legs dangled, his toes far from brushing the concrete, while the other was held securely in YÅ«sei's grasp. Airy sounds of rich pleasure emitted from YÅ«sei, while he delved into Yami again and again; each discovery more fulfilling than the last. Unraveling Yami was similar to unlocking a treasure chest teeming with ardor, spirit and desire as its rubies, sapphires and gold. Such treasures deserved to be cherished as exquisitely as they were claimed and respected.

 

The night had traded a darker shade for its younger tint. Both YÅ«sei and Yami were still enthralled within the depths of the other on more levels than they could comprehend. The smaller of the two now lay on his stomach with both of his legs held beneath YÅ«sei's arms; Yami's fingers clawing at the chilled concrete for dear life. “YÅ«sei--!” he managed to choke out in the midst of his throaty pants and moans. A sound of agreement was all YÅ«sei gave before grasping Yami around the waist and bringing his back to his chest. Yami's body immediately began to bounce atop YÅ«sei's; his mouth open wide, exhaling YÅ«sei's name inbetwixt ragged breaths. Rapidly becoming overwhelmed from the sensations, YÅ«sei clenched his teeth and hugged Yami close to his body. Warm velvet spiraled within Yami, skirting his very core, while liquid silk threaded its wispy rope into the cool night air.

 

Minutes scampered by unnoticed as their sensual high subsided. They remained entwined for a few more passing seconds while they shared one last searing kiss of acceptance and understanding. YÅ«sei released his arms from around Yami so he could lift himself. A tether of white connected them as he did, and a bright red blush covered YÅ«sei's face once the thread severed with a soft wet sound. A low rumble of laughter thrived in Yami as he tried to make light of the embarrassing situation. And YÅ«sei couldn't help but smile. Crossing his legs, he motioned for Yami to come closer. When he did, YÅ«sei slid an arm around the lithe former pharaoh while grabbing an article of clothing. Once they were wiped clean and dressed, a nice, casual conversation about everything and nothing settled between them. They spoke of their dreams, their fears, their goals, even things of more deeper personal value. Neither of them mentioned the true nature of the time bending situation, nor the outcome that would result from it. Instead, they occupied themselves with other thoughts. They also managed to have an impressive round of duels that lasted well into the darker hours of the night, until the brightening hours of early morning. Twilight.

 

“It's almost morning, you know” YÅ«sei called to Yami, drawing the card for his turn. “Yes, I am aware,” Yami returned, “This will sound childish, but I do not wish to stop now.”

“Haha...” YÅ«sei couldn't help but find that amusing. Yami didn't want to sleep at all. He wanted to stay awake as long as they both could keep their eyes open. Their time was limited and chances are, would never occur again. It did seem rather childish to prolong the inevitable, but Yami wanted to cherish this moment for as long as time would allow. And YÅ«sei had next to little objection. But if he didn't leave soon, he never would want to. While he and Yami shared something much deeper than what they thought they uncovered, YÅ«sei's time where he didn't belong was making him quite the hypocrite with every passing second.

 

Yami caught wind of this and tilted his head to the side in slight deliberation His angled locks of gold brushed lightly over his contemplating features as his eyes trickled over YÅ«sei's calm form. In the cusp of the ethereal twilight and blooming flecks of daylight, the futuristic messenger stood rather still. His eyes lingered down to the card he drew, then grazed over the cards in his hand. Although his vision rested on the game, his attention lingered elsewhere. Should he really have traveled back to lodge himself in the middle of a time paradox? Silently, his blue eyes drifted up towards his passionate-eyed legend. YÅ«sei would have gladly risked his life for others, but he didn't take into account how his personal feelings would get involved. And now that they had, only now, did he deem his actions as unfair. To himself. To Yami.

 

“YÅ«sei...?” Yami breathed expectantly in a soft tone to his partner. His bangs fluttered over his concerned eyes as he lifted his head. “Is something the matter?”

Silence.

Worried, Yami dropped his arms to his sides and walked closer to YÅ«sei. “YÅ«--”The words stilled on his tongue as he beheld the expression of the other that had been shrouded by the dim lighting of the morning sky. His eyes were lowered, staring into a mass of nothingness, his head was turned away from Yami's intent gaze. It was evident that he was inwardly suffering. All it took was the tiny sparkle of a clear droplet at the corner of his eye for Yami to understand all of how YÅ«sei felt.

“YÅ«sei...”

“Don't. I shouldn't have let my feelings get in the way of the message. This is my fault and I'll take the responsibility for it.”

“YÅ«sei, you did not know this would happen,” Yami encouraged, trying his best to bite back the pain he felt in dealing with feeling like a regretted mistake, “Neither of us did. But that doesn't matter. What does matter is what we've uncovered today about each other.”

YÅ«sei made no remark, but still did not give Yami eye contact. He could feel the burn of his birthmark glow beneath his clothing, as well as the symbol of the Crimson Dragon on his back. The very second he carried the intent, the will, to leave this time, the marks responded to his unspoken request. He only had a few seconds left; the two of them did.

Awe spiraled in Yami's eyes from the soft luminance of the birthmark on YÅ«sei's arm; the dim red intermingling with his orbs of carmine-violet. A multitude of unborn questions fleeted through Yami's mind from the sight for why it would be occurring now. But his wonder soon came to a cease when the realization broke upon his features in the form of undesirable ratiocination. “You're leaving now??” Yami uttered, for a moment not recognizing his own voice. Again, YÅ«sei said nothing. Unable to take the tense silence, Yami turned to leave, but the sudden grab of his arm stopped him in his tracks. Before he could make another move, YÅ«sei pulled him into a rough hug. The cards in their hands sprinkled down atop the concrete of the roof and all holograms related to their duel dissipated.

YÅ«sei had never held another male like this. Not even Jack. He never thought he'd ever actually find himself in the presence of, let alone the embraces, of the primary King of Games, himself. He didn't know what option he should choose.

 

Finding YÅ«sei's tight grip uncomfortable, Yami tried to pry his way out of it, to which, YÅ«sei understood and cupped Yami's cheeks instead. Liquidy azure ventured deep into the jeweled depths of amaranth; studying their quiet messages. Taking in a long breath and ignoring the approaching screech of the Crimson Dragon, YÅ«sei spoke with Yami one last time.

“Atem.”

Yami's eyes went wide as the name touched his heart while it beat quickly beneath his chest. The whole world seemed to reach a standstill and only he, YÅ«sei and their twilight existed in a nameless void. That name sounded so familiar and the more Yami thought about it, the warmer he began to feel. Noticing the effect of what he said, YÅ«sei smiled thinly, “That is your name. Atem,” he stated in a way that sounded almost like that of a possessive conquest; like he was the only one who was able to call the legend by the given name of his past. “There is one other thing I'd like to leave you with before I go...”

“What?” Yami asked breathlessly, clinging to every word. Lowering his head, YÅ«sei whispered in Yami's ear: “When you meet the other me again, watch him, all right? Make sure he doesn't screw things up.”

“Haha...” Yami chuckled sadly and spread his arms around YÅ«sei's back, “If he's exactly the way you turned out to be from your timeline, I'm sure I can manage.”

“Yeah, he'll be just like me, all right.”

“Hahaha...” Yami smiled; his moistened eyes glimmering in the subtle touches of the forming sunlight. The mystical entity of the Crimson Dragon began to take shape around YÅ«sei; its enchanting body coiling around YÅ«sei's slender frame. A spark of urgency shocked through the two of them, and within the beat of a dissolving instant, they embraced the other in one last searing and candid kiss. An eternity passed through them in that fleeting moment and everything surrounding them lost its meaning. Their souls united, their spirits ascended and their affections soared. Only their bodies began to separate. It wasn't until their hands clasped the other did they truly realize what was happening.

 

YÅ«sei floated in midair in front of Yami, being upheld by the mythical dragon. Although this was a painful goodbye, neither male showed their remorse. Yami kept his unreadable eyes on the soft-spoken male he shared a miraculous moment with as he drifted further away. His thin frame appeared like that of a savior melting into the glorious visage of a fading twilight. The twilight of their paradox. Without thinking, Yami's body moved on its own and he dashed towards the railing and grasped it. “YÅ«sei!” he called, instantly alerting the interest of the other with a raised brow in response. Adrenaline coursed through Yami, urging him to do something, anything before YÅ«sei completely disappeared. Again, he began to move on his own as he forced his trademark smirk and gestured with a confident thumbs up. Seeing the signal brought a gentle smile to YÅ«sei's face and he nodded. Gladly, he returned the motion and allowed his eyelids to crumble to a close. And just as enigmatically as his arrival, the flow of consciousness, dubbed as “time”, reset.

 

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“Leaving so soon?” Yami's inviting baritone inquired to his newly made comrades. “Yep!” An enthusiastic JÅ«dai exclaimed. The more silent of the three of them took a step towards the dueling legend. “Yeah, unfortunately. But I've got a feeling we're definitely going to meet again sometime in our lives.”

“I would enjoy that!” Yami replied, giving YÅ«sei a proud smirk that was just as easily returned. There was something between them that neither of them quite understood, but there was a mutual acceptance of whatever it was.

“Yeah you got that right!” A jubilant JÅ«dai expressed, throwing a fist in the air. “I can't wait for that! We can all duel each other and have a blast finding out each others strengths! Well, later you two!” JÅ«dai enthused with a wink and a thumbs up before heading towards YÅ«sei's D-Wheel. Yami watched the exuberant youth depart, but his true focus was more prominently on the quieter of the 3 of them. Curiously, his amaranthine gems drifted notably towards YÅ«sei as he took a step near him with an extended hand. Proudly, Yami returned the gesture and the two of them shook hands in the advent of a new venture. “I really appreciate you helping me back there. If it weren't for your bold words of encouragement, I would have surrendered against Paradox...” YÅ«sei admitted calmly, but a twinge of bitterness made itself present in the form of Paradox's name. “Think nothing of it. You would have done the same for me, as well as the both of us.”

“I would. But I feel like you helped me in more ways than I can explain and it's starting to irritate me for feeling like this.”

“I hate that feeling too.”

The two of them remained where they stood, hands still in unity. It wasn't until a light gale breezed over them that they realized the bond and returned their arms to their sides. “Sorry,” Yami apologized, but YÅ«sei waved the folly away.

“Well, I guess it's time for us to part ways.”

A flicker of disappointment thrived in Yami's reflective orbs for only a fleeting second from those words, but the trademark smirk never left his face.

But instead of heading in JÅ«dai's direction, YÅ«sei closed his eyes, silently summoning the Crimson Dragon. A few seconds of silence ticked by before the ethereal beast revealed itself and coiled around JÅ«dai.

“I'll make sure that Crimson Dragon will take him back safely to his own time,” YÅ«sei confirmed confidently. In a magnificent display of light, the dragon carried the jubilant duelist off into the vast skies. Confused as to why YÅ«sei didn't go with him, Yami glanced over with the question written all over his face. Quietly, YÅ«sei opened his eyes and looked to the other. “He's fine.”

Yami blinked. “All... right?”

“Does it bother you that I decided to stay here with you a while longer? I'd like to duel you and talk about the age of Duel Monsters in this time.”

The sudden shock from hearing these words was evident about Yami's features and he dared a step closer to affirm that he heard correctly. “You are staying here?”

“If it's a problem, I'll leave, but, it's not everyday you get to team up with such a legend.”

“Haha...” Yami chuckled, more amused than flattered, “Very well. I have no problem with that. So, where would you like to go?”

“Someplace high, like a rooftop would be all right for starters.”

Yami nodded in agreement, “An excellent choice. It is much to noisy here.”

“Thank you,” YÅ«sei accepted, nodding respectfully.

“No need to thank me. The pleasure is entirely mine,” Yami added, leading them both away from the festivities. After they were about a mile away, the lithe former pharaoh turned thoughtfully towards the taller male. “By the way YÅ«sei, who does your hair?”

“It's bedhead.”

“Doubtful.”

 

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THE END...of this goofy story. I really don't expect many to get or read this because I originally just wrote it for my own pleasure. YuuYami fics are hard to find!!

 

Oh yeah, This story's name has a bit of word play in it. “Twilight” not only represents the time of day YÅ«sei #2 resets their “Paradox” back to what it once was, but specific kana for YÅ« (夕 ) and Yami (ã‚„ã¿) translates to “Twilight”. I love that wordplay on their names. (But did anyone notice that YÅ«sei never once called Yami that by name? He only voiced his name as Atem)

 

“Paradox” should be an easy one to figure out. THE WHOLE FRIGGIN PLOT REVOLVES AROUND TIME PARADOXES and a good chunk of Yami's thoughts are of Paradox and his actions.

 

Confused? Good.

 

 

I'm out.

 

-Mel