Sound of Souls
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,817
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 3
Part 3
The noise of his finger nails tipping onto the windows glass didn’t break his far away view out into the darkness. It just underlined his passed away state. Jounouchi had left his “bed” some minutes before because his limbs had started feeling deaf and were hurting like hell. As every bone in his body had been broken. From head down to his toes.
He had decided to take a sit on his window-sill before finally loosing complete against his demanding soul for sleep but he didn’t want that happening. Not again this dreams. So he now counted the leaves of the autumn signed trees flying through the landscape because of this hella storm.
Dark. So damn dark. No lights outside. Not one single sign. Just hispid winds. Just chaos. Like the feelings inside him. Good he had closed the window so he can stop just once of the storms watering into.
“Why can’t I get you out of my mind? Is it such despair that shows me that I can’t solve that sickness? Suffering because of him?”
He made a flat palm and pressed it onto the cold window looking thorugh the gaps, watching the small edges of heat around his hand shade. He slowly moved his fingers making small circles. There was a big raindrop crossing his thumb so his view followed. It made a hard left turn bending sharp down.
[Flashback]
His phone rang at the same moment as he left school. Frankly, he wasn’t in the mood for nasty talks but it didn’t stop. So he gave up. Putting his suitecase down on the last stair of the school entry he took his mobile out of his pants and pressed the green button.
“Seto Kaiba, who’s there?”
“Mister Kaiba, its necessary to show up in KC. Your Presense is demanded. Couldn’t attain you by time. Sorry, Sir!” It was Kaibas personal secretary.
“What’s the instant matter?” Normally he does never forget any dates.
“Some secret news about ... don’t want to tell on the phone. Code: Blue!”
It was ringing in Kaibas Head.
“Ok, I’m coming. Arrange a Replace for taking Mokuba from school.” He was busy. He put back his phone into his pants, took his case and rushed over the schools place out to the park lots where already his limo waited.
“Not that fast, Mister Big-Phat-Moneybag!”
It was Jounouchi, standing next a tree, leening against it, crossing arms before his chest, closed eyes.
“I think we have a date!” he glared.
“No, we don’t, mutt. Excuse me, but i don’t have the time for a dog walk!”
He didn’t know what he had say. He didn’t know what this caused. He didn’t see that Jounouchi stature was crushed. That his arms and head shivered. That his eyes were wide open staring down to the floor. That he was close ... so close about ... ...
“Then just give back my REBD..... Kaiba!” he whispered. Slowly moving straight-away forward for Kaiba’s direction.
But Kaiba didn’t hear that. He already had opened the door of his car throwing his case on the seats on the back, shutting the door with a gusty slam, not giving a view to Jounouchi who was now behind him.
“You listen? Gimme back maaaa cardddd!!!” He finally raised his voice. Jounouchi took Kaibas shirt, clinching his fists into. He showed him his tears, showed his weakness.
Kaibas smile stopped. His face didn’t show any reaction. No expression. He was ... in a way ... how to say .... shocked ... or ... felt sorry ... Stop. Sorry? No. Not .... now ... he can’t .... it was him .... He had to ... keep him away from him .... or ....
“So miserable. Let go. Take off your dirty paws from my coat!”
Hate. There just was hate in their eyes. Directly looking into each others. And there it started. More tears from Jounouchi. His voice trembling.
“This ... isn't .... funny ... isn’t it?"
Kaiba wasn’t sure about this meaning but it was to late. To Late to stop. To say he was .... is ...
"It isn't supposed to be, puppy. It's supposed to be fun, not funny."
“Then I hate you, you listen? HATTTEEEEEE YOUUUU!!!!!!” he screamed like a weirdo, loud and with no breath left in his lounge after the release of all this pain. He didn’t see Kaibas face turning away biting his lip, still marked with a little fresh crinted scar from the morning “Good-morning cruel-world” ceremony from Honda. He didn’t seebas bas body was tense. If he had something in his hands it had been crushed, 100% for sure. He didn’t see Kaibas finally opening the drivers door side, sitting into, closing softly the door with no soundm starting the engine and driving away.
And Kaiba didn’t see Jounouchi falling down on his knees. Fainting into a silence forced cry. Starting desperated whispering some lyrics.
“No one knows .... what it’s like ... to be the bad man ..... to be the sad man ... No one knows what its like to be mistreated .... to be defeated ...”
[Flashback End]
----- to be continued ----
The noise of his finger nails tipping onto the windows glass didn’t break his far away view out into the darkness. It just underlined his passed away state. Jounouchi had left his “bed” some minutes before because his limbs had started feeling deaf and were hurting like hell. As every bone in his body had been broken. From head down to his toes.
He had decided to take a sit on his window-sill before finally loosing complete against his demanding soul for sleep but he didn’t want that happening. Not again this dreams. So he now counted the leaves of the autumn signed trees flying through the landscape because of this hella storm.
Dark. So damn dark. No lights outside. Not one single sign. Just hispid winds. Just chaos. Like the feelings inside him. Good he had closed the window so he can stop just once of the storms watering into.
“Why can’t I get you out of my mind? Is it such despair that shows me that I can’t solve that sickness? Suffering because of him?”
He made a flat palm and pressed it onto the cold window looking thorugh the gaps, watching the small edges of heat around his hand shade. He slowly moved his fingers making small circles. There was a big raindrop crossing his thumb so his view followed. It made a hard left turn bending sharp down.
[Flashback]
His phone rang at the same moment as he left school. Frankly, he wasn’t in the mood for nasty talks but it didn’t stop. So he gave up. Putting his suitecase down on the last stair of the school entry he took his mobile out of his pants and pressed the green button.
“Seto Kaiba, who’s there?”
“Mister Kaiba, its necessary to show up in KC. Your Presense is demanded. Couldn’t attain you by time. Sorry, Sir!” It was Kaibas personal secretary.
“What’s the instant matter?” Normally he does never forget any dates.
“Some secret news about ... don’t want to tell on the phone. Code: Blue!”
It was ringing in Kaibas Head.
“Ok, I’m coming. Arrange a Replace for taking Mokuba from school.” He was busy. He put back his phone into his pants, took his case and rushed over the schools place out to the park lots where already his limo waited.
“Not that fast, Mister Big-Phat-Moneybag!”
It was Jounouchi, standing next a tree, leening against it, crossing arms before his chest, closed eyes.
“I think we have a date!” he glared.
“No, we don’t, mutt. Excuse me, but i don’t have the time for a dog walk!”
He didn’t know what he had say. He didn’t know what this caused. He didn’t see that Jounouchi stature was crushed. That his arms and head shivered. That his eyes were wide open staring down to the floor. That he was close ... so close about ... ...
“Then just give back my REBD..... Kaiba!” he whispered. Slowly moving straight-away forward for Kaiba’s direction.
But Kaiba didn’t hear that. He already had opened the door of his car throwing his case on the seats on the back, shutting the door with a gusty slam, not giving a view to Jounouchi who was now behind him.
“You listen? Gimme back maaaa cardddd!!!” He finally raised his voice. Jounouchi took Kaibas shirt, clinching his fists into. He showed him his tears, showed his weakness.
Kaibas smile stopped. His face didn’t show any reaction. No expression. He was ... in a way ... how to say .... shocked ... or ... felt sorry ... Stop. Sorry? No. Not .... now ... he can’t .... it was him .... He had to ... keep him away from him .... or ....
“So miserable. Let go. Take off your dirty paws from my coat!”
Hate. There just was hate in their eyes. Directly looking into each others. And there it started. More tears from Jounouchi. His voice trembling.
“This ... isn't .... funny ... isn’t it?"
Kaiba wasn’t sure about this meaning but it was to late. To Late to stop. To say he was .... is ...
"It isn't supposed to be, puppy. It's supposed to be fun, not funny."
“Then I hate you, you listen? HATTTEEEEEE YOUUUU!!!!!!” he screamed like a weirdo, loud and with no breath left in his lounge after the release of all this pain. He didn’t see Kaibas face turning away biting his lip, still marked with a little fresh crinted scar from the morning “Good-morning cruel-world” ceremony from Honda. He didn’t seebas bas body was tense. If he had something in his hands it had been crushed, 100% for sure. He didn’t see Kaibas finally opening the drivers door side, sitting into, closing softly the door with no soundm starting the engine and driving away.
And Kaiba didn’t see Jounouchi falling down on his knees. Fainting into a silence forced cry. Starting desperated whispering some lyrics.
“No one knows .... what it’s like ... to be the bad man ..... to be the sad man ... No one knows what its like to be mistreated .... to be defeated ...”
[Flashback End]
----- to be continued ----