Reprise
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
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1,559
Reviews:
6
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Currently Reading:
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Reprise
Chapter 1: Reprise
His chest heaved as his fingers grasped for a solid surface, the constant droning of a siren lingered in the dullness of his mind. His lungs were burning. It pained him to think he had to open his eyes and the energy it would take from his already insignificant supply, but he must. As he fought the battle against his own body, the siren could be heard more clearly and with increasing volume before his left eye finally bridged the gap and flickered open.
A golden light that engulfed his entire vision for a split second, dissolved in an instant leaving nothing but a red glow in a veil of darkness in its wake. Fire, he thought. He tried to move, but it was futile, he had not the energy. The siren continued its invasive whirring noise. Everyone within miles would be able to here it, he mused. Death seemed likely, his only hope was to pass out of smoke inhalation before the fire spread to him.
Just when he was ready give out all hope, he heard something through the wall of sound the siren was producing. Something familiar. Voices. He could not summon up the energy to generate any momentum, his only choice was to scream as loud as he could, though he knew the next breath he would have to take after it would probably make him pass out.
He closed his eye again, and with the last of his strength, he let out a cry for help.
****
It felt as though he were swimming in a sea of chocolate pudding. His limbs were sluggish and his senses were impaired. He was floating.
“I think he is waking up.” Said a formless voice, reaching out through the sea to his ears.
He coughed and began to open his eyes, but was momentarily blinded by an artificial light source above him, he raised his hands to cover his eyes, trying to squint through the brilliance to ascertain his location.
“Where…?” he began, but was cut off when a hand gently placed a cool cloth on his forehead, he realized he had a fever.
“Shh, no speaking. Not yet anyway. There will be plenty of time for that later.” Said a more feminine voice than the one he had heard before.
“Who…?”
“I said shush. My name is Ishizu, now please lie still.” She dabbed the cool cloth on his skin some more, the relief was immense.
As his eyes adjusted to the light, he noticed he was not in a hospital room like he had first thought, the walls were a dull grey and the white cabinets next to the wall looked like they had been through hell, he was lying on a mattress on the floor. The scene did not inspire the feeling of cleanliness he had been hoping for.
He heard a man cleaning his throat, turning his head to the door frame of the small room, he noted a tall, slender man. He was wearing a black jumper, with black jeans. In his hands, was a gun. He wasn’t sure what kind of gun it was, he had never seen one that shape before.
“Ishizu…can I trouble you for a moment?” Said the man, his eyes quickly flickering towards the hallway behind him, indicating he would like this conversation to be in private. Ishizu took the cloth from his head again, placing it in the metal bowl next to her filled with water, wrung it out before placing it back on his head again. She then got up and walked out of the room.
The conversation must have been brief, because it wasn’t a minute later that she returned to small room and kneeled beside him once again. She looked troubled, her face was contorted, as if she was trying hard not to cry.
“I’m going to ask you a few questions. I don’t want you to say anything else, just answer the questions in as few words as possible. Do you understand?”
He nodded his head, “Yes.”
“Good. First, what is your name?” She looked at him with such intensity, he wondered if he even needed to answer, or she was just reading his mind.
“I…I don’t know. I can’t remember. I woke up-”
“That will do. Short and brief please. Second question. Do you work for Nyarlathotep?”
“Who? I’ve never heard of him…” He sighed, it felt like he was on trial.
“Hmm. Last question. You are wondering across the Egyptian desert, you are a rich man, with many camels and caravans in toe. During your travels, you find a man on the verge of death. What do you do?”
“What…I don’t understand..” The question seemed entirely irrelevant and far too fanciful to be taken seriously. He wondered if the woman was playing a game with him.
“Please…answer the question. I beg you.” He licked his lips and looked into her eyes again. She was right, she was begging him. Begging him for the correct answer.”
“I would share my food and water with him. I would let him rest in one of the caravans to escape from the sun. I would try and save him.” He answered as truthfully as possible, lying seemed utterly pointless.
The woman known as Ishizu let out a deep sigh. “You passed.”
*****
That night Ishizu brought him some supper, after insisting he sleep more to gather his energy. For the first time in two days, he found himself able to sit up on his own, his naked back resting against the cold concrete. He picked the chicken that Ishizu brought him off the bone with his fingers as Ishizu started rearranging the contents of some of the cabinets. Most he noted were medicine bottles, filled with either pills or clear liquids. Others had plastic containers, inside were sterilization packets, bandages and other such necessities. He wondered why someone would need so many medical supplies.
“This just won’t do.” She said, turning to face him. Perching precariously on top of one of the cabinets.
“What won’t?” He said, tearing off another strip of chicken.
“You need a name, something to call you until you remember your real one.” As she spoke she was tying her lengthy jet-black hair back with a gold ribbon.
“Ah, good point. Any suggestions? I mean, its rather unusual having to pick your own name.” He placed his plate on the floor next to the mattress.
“Hm, you look like a Joe to me. I like the name Joe.” She smiled and picked up his plate.
“I think I prefer Joey better, I mean, Joe makes me sound like I’m dull. Of course, for all I know I could be.” He smiled, trying to mentally remind himself of his new name, training his brain to recognize it.
“I like that. Joey is nice too. Now, a little more sleep for you and I’ll come by and see you in the morning.” She turned to leave with his plate in her hands,
“Ishizu.”
“Yes, Joey?” She tilted her head.
“Thanks for the meal, it was lovely.”
“Don’t thank me, you can thank Seto for that. He is the chef ‘round here.” She smiled once more and turned, closing the door on her way out.
*****
A/N: Thank you very much for reading my first ever fanfic! ^_^ Way-heyyy! The second chapter is already written, so if a single person likes this premise, I will post that as soon as tomorrow. I know this first chapter isn't a lot to go on because its mostly just setting up the main story, so please forgive me that. Any constructive criticism is more than welcome!
His chest heaved as his fingers grasped for a solid surface, the constant droning of a siren lingered in the dullness of his mind. His lungs were burning. It pained him to think he had to open his eyes and the energy it would take from his already insignificant supply, but he must. As he fought the battle against his own body, the siren could be heard more clearly and with increasing volume before his left eye finally bridged the gap and flickered open.
A golden light that engulfed his entire vision for a split second, dissolved in an instant leaving nothing but a red glow in a veil of darkness in its wake. Fire, he thought. He tried to move, but it was futile, he had not the energy. The siren continued its invasive whirring noise. Everyone within miles would be able to here it, he mused. Death seemed likely, his only hope was to pass out of smoke inhalation before the fire spread to him.
Just when he was ready give out all hope, he heard something through the wall of sound the siren was producing. Something familiar. Voices. He could not summon up the energy to generate any momentum, his only choice was to scream as loud as he could, though he knew the next breath he would have to take after it would probably make him pass out.
He closed his eye again, and with the last of his strength, he let out a cry for help.
****
It felt as though he were swimming in a sea of chocolate pudding. His limbs were sluggish and his senses were impaired. He was floating.
“I think he is waking up.” Said a formless voice, reaching out through the sea to his ears.
He coughed and began to open his eyes, but was momentarily blinded by an artificial light source above him, he raised his hands to cover his eyes, trying to squint through the brilliance to ascertain his location.
“Where…?” he began, but was cut off when a hand gently placed a cool cloth on his forehead, he realized he had a fever.
“Shh, no speaking. Not yet anyway. There will be plenty of time for that later.” Said a more feminine voice than the one he had heard before.
“Who…?”
“I said shush. My name is Ishizu, now please lie still.” She dabbed the cool cloth on his skin some more, the relief was immense.
As his eyes adjusted to the light, he noticed he was not in a hospital room like he had first thought, the walls were a dull grey and the white cabinets next to the wall looked like they had been through hell, he was lying on a mattress on the floor. The scene did not inspire the feeling of cleanliness he had been hoping for.
He heard a man cleaning his throat, turning his head to the door frame of the small room, he noted a tall, slender man. He was wearing a black jumper, with black jeans. In his hands, was a gun. He wasn’t sure what kind of gun it was, he had never seen one that shape before.
“Ishizu…can I trouble you for a moment?” Said the man, his eyes quickly flickering towards the hallway behind him, indicating he would like this conversation to be in private. Ishizu took the cloth from his head again, placing it in the metal bowl next to her filled with water, wrung it out before placing it back on his head again. She then got up and walked out of the room.
The conversation must have been brief, because it wasn’t a minute later that she returned to small room and kneeled beside him once again. She looked troubled, her face was contorted, as if she was trying hard not to cry.
“I’m going to ask you a few questions. I don’t want you to say anything else, just answer the questions in as few words as possible. Do you understand?”
He nodded his head, “Yes.”
“Good. First, what is your name?” She looked at him with such intensity, he wondered if he even needed to answer, or she was just reading his mind.
“I…I don’t know. I can’t remember. I woke up-”
“That will do. Short and brief please. Second question. Do you work for Nyarlathotep?”
“Who? I’ve never heard of him…” He sighed, it felt like he was on trial.
“Hmm. Last question. You are wondering across the Egyptian desert, you are a rich man, with many camels and caravans in toe. During your travels, you find a man on the verge of death. What do you do?”
“What…I don’t understand..” The question seemed entirely irrelevant and far too fanciful to be taken seriously. He wondered if the woman was playing a game with him.
“Please…answer the question. I beg you.” He licked his lips and looked into her eyes again. She was right, she was begging him. Begging him for the correct answer.”
“I would share my food and water with him. I would let him rest in one of the caravans to escape from the sun. I would try and save him.” He answered as truthfully as possible, lying seemed utterly pointless.
The woman known as Ishizu let out a deep sigh. “You passed.”
*****
That night Ishizu brought him some supper, after insisting he sleep more to gather his energy. For the first time in two days, he found himself able to sit up on his own, his naked back resting against the cold concrete. He picked the chicken that Ishizu brought him off the bone with his fingers as Ishizu started rearranging the contents of some of the cabinets. Most he noted were medicine bottles, filled with either pills or clear liquids. Others had plastic containers, inside were sterilization packets, bandages and other such necessities. He wondered why someone would need so many medical supplies.
“This just won’t do.” She said, turning to face him. Perching precariously on top of one of the cabinets.
“What won’t?” He said, tearing off another strip of chicken.
“You need a name, something to call you until you remember your real one.” As she spoke she was tying her lengthy jet-black hair back with a gold ribbon.
“Ah, good point. Any suggestions? I mean, its rather unusual having to pick your own name.” He placed his plate on the floor next to the mattress.
“Hm, you look like a Joe to me. I like the name Joe.” She smiled and picked up his plate.
“I think I prefer Joey better, I mean, Joe makes me sound like I’m dull. Of course, for all I know I could be.” He smiled, trying to mentally remind himself of his new name, training his brain to recognize it.
“I like that. Joey is nice too. Now, a little more sleep for you and I’ll come by and see you in the morning.” She turned to leave with his plate in her hands,
“Ishizu.”
“Yes, Joey?” She tilted her head.
“Thanks for the meal, it was lovely.”
“Don’t thank me, you can thank Seto for that. He is the chef ‘round here.” She smiled once more and turned, closing the door on her way out.
*****
A/N: Thank you very much for reading my first ever fanfic! ^_^ Way-heyyy! The second chapter is already written, so if a single person likes this premise, I will post that as soon as tomorrow. I know this first chapter isn't a lot to go on because its mostly just setting up the main story, so please forgive me that. Any constructive criticism is more than welcome!