Every Truth A Lie
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
11
Views:
1,329
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
On the Corner of Fairplay and Reason
Disclaimer: I. Do. Not. Own. These. Characters.
Warnings: Mokuba thinking for himself...without Seto around.
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He ran. He ran until he didn’t know where he was, until color blurred into a soggy heap of grey, melting in the raindrops.
Rain?
He found himself outdoors with limited knowledge of how he’d gotten there. Sure, rationally Mokuba knew he must have taken one of the exits to end up outside; unnervingly, he couldn’t remember doing so.
No one else was on the street. No cars, either. Just a couple of run-down shops, and weeds stubbornly crawling out of cracks in the sidewalk.
I didn’t even know there was a place like this near KaibaCorp, he mused. A sign hung limply off a pole, marking the juncture of two streets. Thinking to regain his bearings and get home before continuing his search for Seto, Mokuba jogged over to it.
The words were impossible to decipher, smothered under graffiti that hadn’t touched anything else. He felt chilled, and it was from more than the drops of rain, though those were swiftly growing icy as well.
Where am I?
“Wonderin’ where we are, are we?” a heavily accented voice inquired.
Mokuba turned, struggling to maintain the perfectly calm face his older brother always wore. Maybe he couldn’t look down his nose at anyone quite yet, but there was still a demeanor that let people know who, exactly, was superior in a confrontation.
“What do you want?” he snapped, proud that his voice didn’t waver in the slightest. Maybe ending up here was coincidence, maybe the working of some outside power – whatever the reason, he wasn’t backing down without a fight. Seto wouldn’t.
The raggedy man offered a toothy smile and raised his hands. “No need ter loose yer venom on me, young mistah.”
There was something about him Mokuba despised. Maybe it was the shifty gaze, the hunched shoulders, the thin odor of city scum wafting from where the man stood.
The stranger shifted that uncomfortable gaze from Mokuba’s face to the sign, shaking his head a little bit.
Mokuba bristled at that easy dismissal. Still, better to be civil. “What street is this?”
A burst of maniac laughter startled him. “So we are lost, aren’t we?” His voice lost some of its insanity, adopting a sickly velvet purr instead. “But we won’t be lost fah long,” the man breathed, coming closer.
Mokuba backed up. He knew better than to say it, knew it never did what it was supposed to, but as that strangeness drew nearer, it pulled itself out.
“Get away!”
Just in time for the man’s forward lunge.
Mokuba felt his skin crawl in all the places the stranger’s unhealthy gaze touched. It was worse where his hands contacted.
But his brother hadn’t taught him a human’s weakest points for nothing.
A sharp jab in the ribs got the stranger’s hands off him. Something cracked under his foot when he brought it down on the man’s feet. Doubled over, gasping, and Mokuba wasn’t done with him yet. A knee in the face – he felt the crunch of bone. When the man lunged for him one last time, Mokuba coolly dispatched him with fingers digging into the man’s eye sockets.
He backed off, leaving the crumpled mess on the sidewalk, adrenaline still making his heart race. When he dared look back over his shoulder, whoever that had been had dragged himself away, out of sight. He turned forward and began to run.
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The roar of a motor startled him out of his stupor. A black-clad rider on a motorbike pulled up beside him and the rider stopped, putting a foot down.
“I figured you’d go somewhere stupid, but even I know not to fool around in the slums.” The rider pulled off the helmet.
“Following me?” Mokuba asked Honda wearily. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, he was feeling rather shaky.
“Yeah, Yuugi asked me to find where you went off to.” When Mokuba glared at him, the brunet raised his hands defensively. “He just wanted to make sure you were okay, after you stormed out like that. The Pharaoh would’ve gone looking for you, but he can’t drive, and my bike’s too small to fit double.”
Honda paused and Mokuba felt under intense scrutiny. “You’re kinda pale. Something happen?”
He didn’t answer, shrugging off the question in favor of one of his own. “If your bike can’t carry double, I’m walking home right?”
Honda gave him an appraising look. “Half the reason I told Yuugi my bike was too small to fit double was because I wanted to give you two time to cool off.” When Mokuba gave him a questioning look, Honda offered back a wry smile. “I don’t often score points for being sensitive, but I am observant. The Pharaoh wasn’t too happy with you when you left.”
Mokuba blinked and looked away.
There was an uncomfortable silence.
“So there is room on the bike?”
Honda pulled out another helmet and offered it to him. He took it and climbed up behind the brunet.
“Hold on,” the older teen warned before the bike roared to life and sped off.
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Bloodshot eyes watched the bike disappear into the distance. Their owner snarled silently running a hand over a bloody face, coming away smudged with dirtied crimson.
The shadow next to him breathed out softly. Then it disappeared without a further sound, misting over and blowing away like so much chaff on the wind.
The bloodied person started shaking and then tottered off, muttering nonsensical nothings about aliens and a red trashcan in the sky.
The empty street swallowed him up.
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Author's Note:
--Yuugi can't drive, and therefore, the Pharaoh can't either. My world, my rules. (Although I think Yami would be one kickass driver. You know...the scary sort.)
--I've decided I like Honda. Maybe he comes off a little pompous sometimes, but I firmly believe his heart's in the right place and he's got the whole shebang under control. Mostly. Plus, I needed someone who could drive to send off after Mokie and no way was Anzu getting a car. (Jou got into a crash when I tried him out, so that idea went out the door.)
Warnings: Mokuba thinking for himself...without Seto around.
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He ran. He ran until he didn’t know where he was, until color blurred into a soggy heap of grey, melting in the raindrops.
Rain?
He found himself outdoors with limited knowledge of how he’d gotten there. Sure, rationally Mokuba knew he must have taken one of the exits to end up outside; unnervingly, he couldn’t remember doing so.
No one else was on the street. No cars, either. Just a couple of run-down shops, and weeds stubbornly crawling out of cracks in the sidewalk.
I didn’t even know there was a place like this near KaibaCorp, he mused. A sign hung limply off a pole, marking the juncture of two streets. Thinking to regain his bearings and get home before continuing his search for Seto, Mokuba jogged over to it.
The words were impossible to decipher, smothered under graffiti that hadn’t touched anything else. He felt chilled, and it was from more than the drops of rain, though those were swiftly growing icy as well.
Where am I?
“Wonderin’ where we are, are we?” a heavily accented voice inquired.
Mokuba turned, struggling to maintain the perfectly calm face his older brother always wore. Maybe he couldn’t look down his nose at anyone quite yet, but there was still a demeanor that let people know who, exactly, was superior in a confrontation.
“What do you want?” he snapped, proud that his voice didn’t waver in the slightest. Maybe ending up here was coincidence, maybe the working of some outside power – whatever the reason, he wasn’t backing down without a fight. Seto wouldn’t.
The raggedy man offered a toothy smile and raised his hands. “No need ter loose yer venom on me, young mistah.”
There was something about him Mokuba despised. Maybe it was the shifty gaze, the hunched shoulders, the thin odor of city scum wafting from where the man stood.
The stranger shifted that uncomfortable gaze from Mokuba’s face to the sign, shaking his head a little bit.
Mokuba bristled at that easy dismissal. Still, better to be civil. “What street is this?”
A burst of maniac laughter startled him. “So we are lost, aren’t we?” His voice lost some of its insanity, adopting a sickly velvet purr instead. “But we won’t be lost fah long,” the man breathed, coming closer.
Mokuba backed up. He knew better than to say it, knew it never did what it was supposed to, but as that strangeness drew nearer, it pulled itself out.
“Get away!”
Just in time for the man’s forward lunge.
Mokuba felt his skin crawl in all the places the stranger’s unhealthy gaze touched. It was worse where his hands contacted.
But his brother hadn’t taught him a human’s weakest points for nothing.
A sharp jab in the ribs got the stranger’s hands off him. Something cracked under his foot when he brought it down on the man’s feet. Doubled over, gasping, and Mokuba wasn’t done with him yet. A knee in the face – he felt the crunch of bone. When the man lunged for him one last time, Mokuba coolly dispatched him with fingers digging into the man’s eye sockets.
He backed off, leaving the crumpled mess on the sidewalk, adrenaline still making his heart race. When he dared look back over his shoulder, whoever that had been had dragged himself away, out of sight. He turned forward and began to run.
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The roar of a motor startled him out of his stupor. A black-clad rider on a motorbike pulled up beside him and the rider stopped, putting a foot down.
“I figured you’d go somewhere stupid, but even I know not to fool around in the slums.” The rider pulled off the helmet.
“Following me?” Mokuba asked Honda wearily. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, he was feeling rather shaky.
“Yeah, Yuugi asked me to find where you went off to.” When Mokuba glared at him, the brunet raised his hands defensively. “He just wanted to make sure you were okay, after you stormed out like that. The Pharaoh would’ve gone looking for you, but he can’t drive, and my bike’s too small to fit double.”
Honda paused and Mokuba felt under intense scrutiny. “You’re kinda pale. Something happen?”
He didn’t answer, shrugging off the question in favor of one of his own. “If your bike can’t carry double, I’m walking home right?”
Honda gave him an appraising look. “Half the reason I told Yuugi my bike was too small to fit double was because I wanted to give you two time to cool off.” When Mokuba gave him a questioning look, Honda offered back a wry smile. “I don’t often score points for being sensitive, but I am observant. The Pharaoh wasn’t too happy with you when you left.”
Mokuba blinked and looked away.
There was an uncomfortable silence.
“So there is room on the bike?”
Honda pulled out another helmet and offered it to him. He took it and climbed up behind the brunet.
“Hold on,” the older teen warned before the bike roared to life and sped off.
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Bloodshot eyes watched the bike disappear into the distance. Their owner snarled silently running a hand over a bloody face, coming away smudged with dirtied crimson.
The shadow next to him breathed out softly. Then it disappeared without a further sound, misting over and blowing away like so much chaff on the wind.
The bloodied person started shaking and then tottered off, muttering nonsensical nothings about aliens and a red trashcan in the sky.
The empty street swallowed him up.
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Author's Note:
--Yuugi can't drive, and therefore, the Pharaoh can't either. My world, my rules. (Although I think Yami would be one kickass driver. You know...the scary sort.)
--I've decided I like Honda. Maybe he comes off a little pompous sometimes, but I firmly believe his heart's in the right place and he's got the whole shebang under control. Mostly. Plus, I needed someone who could drive to send off after Mokie and no way was Anzu getting a car. (Jou got into a crash when I tried him out, so that idea went out the door.)