Show Me How to be Whole Again
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Yugioh Paparazzi!Verse
Chapter Summary: Yami wakes up to the screaming feeling of danger.
Word Count: 575
Rating: teen
Note: this part draws a little more on S0, as does the next. It's a little confused because, well...this is pre-the two realizing there are two of them.
Note 2: Mood not related to fic. Fic is good. Enjoy.
The Pharaoh wakes suddenly outside. The night air is cool, and he’s not entirely certain how he came to be here, but then, it’s not the first time he’s sleepwalked. Much to Kaiba’s displeasure. He thought he’d outgrown that, but obviously, given the evidence, he’d done it again.
Except something’s wrong, because the woman’s there, getting into a taxi. Why she’s here, he’s not sure, but maybe they went to dinner again? Then why’s he sleepwalking? Something’s wrong about the taxi, though. He can’t tell what it is, but it isn’t what it pretends to be.
“ANZU!” he screams, and she turns, but there’s suddenly people in the backseat, and a handkerchief, and her slumping over.
He roars and begins running, entire being pumping in time with the rhythm of his fury. The scream becomes silent, one of his entire soul, and he feels the shadows stir.
He’s fast, but not fast enough. Still, he keeps up with a car for a bit.
He’s not sure what’s going on, or why he’s here, but this is not the time for questions.
Even if he loses sight of the car, though, he’s not lost yet. He’s not sure how he knows, but he knows, like it’s left some kind of trail behind, and he follows, silent and predatory, behind.
The shadows clamor, dark and eager, and he accepts their desire, and suddenly he’s flying, dark gleaming armor gracing his limbs. He’ll find the truth, later, but not now.
He breaks through the window, and there’s glass flying, cutting into his cheek, and he grits his teeth in an amused snarl at the pain.
It takes him a moment to realize that Anzu’s there, in the middle of the room, and another to notice that they’re the only two standing in the room. There are others, slumped in a circle around her on the warehouse floor, and there’s blood dripping from a sleeve and a dagger in her hand, and her restraints are cut neatly.
He opens his mouth to speak, though for once his honeyed words have deserted him, when a voice hisses from Anzu’s mouth. It’s nothing like hers.
“Awoken from a slumber after three thousand years…and what do I find?” A creepy chuckle, and her head snaps up to stare directly at him. The voice is some mix between harsh and charismatic, difficult to describe and impossible to forget. “King of Games. Oh, how we’ve missed you,” she purrs, darkness curling around and caressing her words. It’s different than the darkness currently wrapped around himself, but he can only register that difference, not analyze it.
“Who are you?” he asks, aware that there’s something wrong with his voice but uncaring at the moment.
“Worrying about your girlfriend? Don’t worry, she’s quite safe. She called out for help, and I answered. Though perhaps she woke something better left sleeping, hmmm?” Like the ancient priests of old, he thinks.
He takes a step forward, and receives a tsk for his troubles. “Careful now, she’s vulnerable now that she’s opened herself to the Spirit Realm. I haven’t hurt her, but who knows what an unsafe driver will do?” A grotesque smile spreads across her face. “Be seeing you, Pharaoh.”
Her head tilts up, and a black ball, an absence of light, really, comes out. Even as he runs forward to catch her, Yugi hears the harsh laughter echoing, and he’s pretty sure he’s not just imagining it.
Yugioh Paparazzi!Verse
Chapter Summary: Yami wakes up to the screaming feeling of danger.
Word Count: 575
Rating: teen
Note: this part draws a little more on S0, as does the next. It's a little confused because, well...this is pre-the two realizing there are two of them.
Note 2: Mood not related to fic. Fic is good. Enjoy.
The Pharaoh wakes suddenly outside. The night air is cool, and he’s not entirely certain how he came to be here, but then, it’s not the first time he’s sleepwalked. Much to Kaiba’s displeasure. He thought he’d outgrown that, but obviously, given the evidence, he’d done it again.
Except something’s wrong, because the woman’s there, getting into a taxi. Why she’s here, he’s not sure, but maybe they went to dinner again? Then why’s he sleepwalking? Something’s wrong about the taxi, though. He can’t tell what it is, but it isn’t what it pretends to be.
“ANZU!” he screams, and she turns, but there’s suddenly people in the backseat, and a handkerchief, and her slumping over.
He roars and begins running, entire being pumping in time with the rhythm of his fury. The scream becomes silent, one of his entire soul, and he feels the shadows stir.
He’s fast, but not fast enough. Still, he keeps up with a car for a bit.
He’s not sure what’s going on, or why he’s here, but this is not the time for questions.
Even if he loses sight of the car, though, he’s not lost yet. He’s not sure how he knows, but he knows, like it’s left some kind of trail behind, and he follows, silent and predatory, behind.
The shadows clamor, dark and eager, and he accepts their desire, and suddenly he’s flying, dark gleaming armor gracing his limbs. He’ll find the truth, later, but not now.
He breaks through the window, and there’s glass flying, cutting into his cheek, and he grits his teeth in an amused snarl at the pain.
It takes him a moment to realize that Anzu’s there, in the middle of the room, and another to notice that they’re the only two standing in the room. There are others, slumped in a circle around her on the warehouse floor, and there’s blood dripping from a sleeve and a dagger in her hand, and her restraints are cut neatly.
He opens his mouth to speak, though for once his honeyed words have deserted him, when a voice hisses from Anzu’s mouth. It’s nothing like hers.
“Awoken from a slumber after three thousand years…and what do I find?” A creepy chuckle, and her head snaps up to stare directly at him. The voice is some mix between harsh and charismatic, difficult to describe and impossible to forget. “King of Games. Oh, how we’ve missed you,” she purrs, darkness curling around and caressing her words. It’s different than the darkness currently wrapped around himself, but he can only register that difference, not analyze it.
“Who are you?” he asks, aware that there’s something wrong with his voice but uncaring at the moment.
“Worrying about your girlfriend? Don’t worry, she’s quite safe. She called out for help, and I answered. Though perhaps she woke something better left sleeping, hmmm?” Like the ancient priests of old, he thinks.
He takes a step forward, and receives a tsk for his troubles. “Careful now, she’s vulnerable now that she’s opened herself to the Spirit Realm. I haven’t hurt her, but who knows what an unsafe driver will do?” A grotesque smile spreads across her face. “Be seeing you, Pharaoh.”
Her head tilts up, and a black ball, an absence of light, really, comes out. Even as he runs forward to catch her, Yugi hears the harsh laughter echoing, and he’s pretty sure he’s not just imagining it.
