Title: Running (subject to change)
Chapter: 1/?
Author: Shamise
Warnings: NA
Genre: Supernatural
Category: Yu-gi-oh! (I dont own it.)
Summary: NA

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Running. Yuugi was always running. He never knew why, nor did he stop to see what he was running from. He just kept running.


The landscape was always dark, never changing, nor receding. It just was. Sometimes, he would trip over something that was non-existent, or a gust of wind would blow him over. All he could do was stand back up, and keep running.

His breathing became labored, as it always did, and a sharp pain grew in his side. He never had been very athletic and his physical attributes seemed to follow him here, to this place.

Youthful, purple eyes were wide in terror and laced with strain. During the day, out in the bright sunlight they would reflect stubborn hopefulness, and the joyfulness of being alive. No matter what the daily struggles of life demanded, he had always done what he could and often more than he should.

Keep running, his thoughts yelled at him. Whatever was chasing him was gaining, and he was tiring fast. It was times like these that he wished he had wings, wings to fly away from the unknown terror that pursued him. However, nothing seemed to come true in this frightening realm.

What would happen if he stopped? He wondered as the pain spread towards his lungs. Would the chase finally end? Would he be captured? Would he be free? No, he wouldn’t be free. He still didn’t know what would happen, but he knew for a fact that he wouldn’t be free if he stopped.

So, he continued to run. He ran as much as his heart could (would) take and even then he pushed the limit. Could he die here? Would he die here?

A string of air swirled around him, catching at his feet, his arms, his hair. It did nothing to actively push him to the ground, but it was obvious that it could if it so chose. A siren’s song tugged at his straining heart, compelling him to stop, to rest for just a little while. A little whisper along the wind: calling to him, speaking his name.

Who are you?! His heart yelled. He refused to stop running. He just couldn’t, he wouldn’t. It wasn’t safe here; he didn’t know where he was! What was going to happen to him if he stopped?

Safe. The wind whispered soothingly. You are my own; I will keep you safe in and out of this realm. You are my carrier, my vessel; my strength shall course through your veins and you shall my under my wing.

Hands that shouldn’t exist brushed along the back of his shoulders and along his arms. The words echoed in his head. Safe. Safe from what? Nothing had come to harm him. No one wanted his dead, right? He kept his head down when the nobles came to collect tax or buy a slave. He did not speak out when a new decree was sent out. He did not slander the gods in any way. Who did he need to be safe from?

Not yet, the wind whispered. The voice was beginning to take on a different quality. As if it had been speaking through a thick clothe and the cloth was slowly being pulled away. But soon, people will take notice of who you are, whose you are, and they will want you for their own.

Keep running! He just had to. He couldn’t be different, didn’t want to be different! Different people got hurt, got stolen, got sold. He just wanted to live normally, without ambition, and be happy with what was given him.

A laugh (dark and light, malicious and benevolent, sane and insane) flowed around him. The wind picked him up off of the ground, even as he continued to try and run, and held him suspend in the air. Confident hands trailed from around his shoulders to meet at his chest, binding his arms to his sides. He continued to run. He must!

A face, perfectly designed in every way, nestled in between his shoulder and his neck, lips pressing gently against his skin. Something foreign passed against his heart, and it thudded irregularly, adapting to the new course it was set upon. It filled him with a strange (exhilarating, strenuous, terrifying) feeling and inhuman energy crackled in his veins.

Someday, the voice (dark and mellow, filled with knowledge and promises of something not human) whispered in his ear. Someday you will not run from me. Eventually, you will understand what this means, and that you are meant for so much more than the simple life you now lead.

He was pulled up against a softly clad chest, gold adorned legs entwining with his to keep them still. A soft breath against his face breathed into him something that was not human. It filled every inch of him (burning and freezing, up and down, flying and swimming, pain and healing, Alive, and Dead).
I look forward to that day…Yuugi.