Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Untitled ❯ Eins ( Chapter 1 )

For Karasu

 

I open my eyes

 

Wearily, he began to stir from a millennia-long slumber. A sleep-induced haze fogged his vision, crimson eyes seeing naught but blurs of color.

 

I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light

 

Excruciating pain engulfed his body, soundless screams torn from his mouth. Tears leaked from his closed eyes, pain so horrible, all he could focus on was white. White, so pure, so untainted…He wanted it. He wanted the light for himself.

Slowly he began to move, crying out wordlessly with each movement. Finally, he reached it. He reached his savoir, his light, his partner.

 

I can't remember how

 

He was being questioned…How could he answer, when he didn't know? He remained silent, angry at himself for hindering this beautiful creature, so pure…So fresh…

 

I can't remember why

 

He found himself reaching for the creature, trying to steal the innocence he never had. He wanted to be a child again, he wanted to see the world! He wanted to remember, he wanted to be the light! Curses upon all darkness! Curses upon the worlds!

 

I'm lying here tonight

 

He had frightened his light. There was nothing more to it. He knew that now, he would be again sentenced to his dark prison, this time with no slumber. He would be awake while the nails dug themselves into his body, while the walls moved behind him, while he lay on a bed of hot coals, repenting for sins he no longer knew of.

 

And I can't stand the pain

 

Sure enough, he was again in his cell. Pain upon pain, lash upon lash, blood upon blood. He was slowly sinking again, and he thanked the Gods he no longer worshiped for having mercy on his torn, tattered, bleeding, crying soul, allowing him to sleep again.

 

And I can't make it go away

 

He dozed fitfully, endless nightmares of monsters feasting upon his flesh haunting him. The pain lingered, forever a reminder of what would always happen, what he would always be forced to co-exist with.

 

No, I can't stand the pain

 

Co-exist…So he wasn't alive, yet he wasn't dead. Had he been sane, he would have questioned himself. As it was, he was tormented each second by miniscule things, his once (not that he would remember) great mind now broken.

 

How could this happen to me

 

If he had known what he was, he would have been angered. The so-called `Son of Re', being punished for saving his people…

 

I made my mistakes

 

He would probably reason with himself, reminding himself of his wrongs, balancing them with his rights.

 

I've got no-where to run

 

Then he would have screamed at himself, cursed the Gods, curled into a ball and begged for death.

 

The night goes on

 

He would have remembered his battle against Seth; he would have remembered his last night in Egypt.

 

As I'm fading away

 

He would know how it felt to be sucked into a magical relic, how it felt to be smashed into thousands upon thousands of pieces. How it felt to slowly have his conscious mind fade away into nothing, swallowed by an abyss of nothingness.

 

I'm sick of this life

 

But some things would have remained the same. He would still be pleading for release from his Hell, too tired to fight for a life that seemed so pointless.

 

I just wanna scream

 

His vocal cords were so sore from disuse, he had long ago given up on speaking. Nothing would save him.

 

How could this happen to me?

 

Elle- Two pages, darlin'. Appreciate it or suffer. If you couldn't figure out that it was Yami, I'm going to throw things at you, capiche?

 

Disclaimer- I do not own “Untitled” by Simple Plan, nor do I own Yu-Gi-Oh.