Blue Eyes
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,660
Reviews:
2
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.
Epilogue In Blue
Epilogue in Blue
He opened his eyes, became aware of himself. His heart beat hollowly in his chest, his thoughts were dull and sluggish, his body felt heavy and nauseating. He wanted to escape again to Seto. He wanted to be free. To exist.
“You’re awake. Good, we were starting to get a little worried.” Yugi smiled from near the large, many-paned window letting in a cloudy sunlight. It was apparent he had been communicating with his ka, his second soul.
“Hey, Yugi-san,” he said carefully, struggling to sit up. It almost felt like he was trying to move around at the bottom of the ocean.
“You’ve been asleep for almost two days. We found you on the roof. Your staff wanted to take you to the hospital but we convinced them to just leave you in bed.”
“Arigato, Yugi-san. The roof, huh?” He grunted and rubbed his eyes, which burned and itched, and cringed as a dull migraine started in his temples. “That’s funny. I don’t remember going up there at all.”
“You don’t sound surprised.”
“That’s because I’m not.”
“Why were you up there?”
Mokuba smiled craftily and unhurriedly stood, stretching sore limbs. “You mean down there, and I don’t have a clue.”
“We don’t know what you mean.” Yugi looked slightly worried.
“S’alright. I knew you wouldn’t.”
Yugi sat down on the bed and watched Mokuba silently, a concerned and sad expression in his violet-red eyes. “Mokuba-kun,” he said after a moment, “We have some bad news.” Mokuba turned, not looking surprised.
“What?”
“Seto-san—Seto-san is dead Mokuba. He killed himself. We found the note yesterday.”
Mokuba shook his head. “Niisan isn’t dead. He just . . . went away for a little while.”
“Mokuba-kun . . “ Yugi started sadly, thinking the youth was denying the truth. Mokuba raised his hand to stop him.
“I was there when he left, Yugi-san. He isn’t dead.”
“Then how—“
Mokuba smiled evasively, a hand trailing to the card-shaped pendant hanging from his neck. “Trust me.”
Yugi seemed to want to question Mokuba some more, but stopped as his ka whispered to him. A look of half-understanding came to him, and he cocked his head to one side thoughtfully. “Mokuba-kun, do you feel okay?” he asked.
“Uh-huh. I feel fine. Doshite?” He raked his hands through his wild and dark hair and pulled out a shirt from his dresser, going through the motions like it was any other day.
“Your eyes aren’t gray anymore.”
“Oh?”
“They’re blue. Bright blue.”
“How strange . . .” He touched the thin skin around his eyes, a knowing smile playing his lips cleverly.
“You know. What did you see?” Yugi stood up, waiting for his answer.
“Perfection.”
“Nani?” Yugi wondered what had happened to Mokuba to make him so unusual and wise, but didn’t pry. Perhaps the boy would tell him eventually, whenever he thought it right. His ka was disappointed, to be sure, but understood, and reminded Yugi of what he needed to do.
“Mokuba-kun?”
“Hai?”
“This was also with your Oniisan’s—ano, note.” He handed a Mokuba a white envelope with the boy’s name written on it in Seto’s exacting handwriting.
Raising an eyebrow and at last vaguely surprised, Mokuba tore it open, and out fell five Duel Monsters cards, along with a small slip of paper. The cards were each a Blue Eyes White Dragon; each picture was different, unique from the others. One was clearly feminine with horns like hair. Another was old, with a scar over one blind eye. The third appeared to have no proper gender, while the fourth was small and weak, but still imposing and dangerous. But they were all surpassed in radiance by the fifth, which looked vibrant, new, as if nothing could ever stop it. It’s eyes glowed wonderfully against its white scales, with an arrogant, almost familiar air to it.
“Five?” breathed Yugi in amazement, hands trembling. “Five?”
Mokuba reached for the slip of paper, smiling at Yugi’s bewilderment, and read the words with his electric blue eyes glazed with memory.
-Take care of these while I’m gone. Remember, I’m here, I’ll be watching, and I love you. Never forget.
-Seto
Mokuba smiled, heedless of the sudden rush of tears to his eyes. “I won’t,” he whispered joyfully, “I won’t.”
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He opened his eyes, became aware of himself. His heart beat hollowly in his chest, his thoughts were dull and sluggish, his body felt heavy and nauseating. He wanted to escape again to Seto. He wanted to be free. To exist.
“You’re awake. Good, we were starting to get a little worried.” Yugi smiled from near the large, many-paned window letting in a cloudy sunlight. It was apparent he had been communicating with his ka, his second soul.
“Hey, Yugi-san,” he said carefully, struggling to sit up. It almost felt like he was trying to move around at the bottom of the ocean.
“You’ve been asleep for almost two days. We found you on the roof. Your staff wanted to take you to the hospital but we convinced them to just leave you in bed.”
“Arigato, Yugi-san. The roof, huh?” He grunted and rubbed his eyes, which burned and itched, and cringed as a dull migraine started in his temples. “That’s funny. I don’t remember going up there at all.”
“You don’t sound surprised.”
“That’s because I’m not.”
“Why were you up there?”
Mokuba smiled craftily and unhurriedly stood, stretching sore limbs. “You mean down there, and I don’t have a clue.”
“We don’t know what you mean.” Yugi looked slightly worried.
“S’alright. I knew you wouldn’t.”
Yugi sat down on the bed and watched Mokuba silently, a concerned and sad expression in his violet-red eyes. “Mokuba-kun,” he said after a moment, “We have some bad news.” Mokuba turned, not looking surprised.
“What?”
“Seto-san—Seto-san is dead Mokuba. He killed himself. We found the note yesterday.”
Mokuba shook his head. “Niisan isn’t dead. He just . . . went away for a little while.”
“Mokuba-kun . . “ Yugi started sadly, thinking the youth was denying the truth. Mokuba raised his hand to stop him.
“I was there when he left, Yugi-san. He isn’t dead.”
“Then how—“
Mokuba smiled evasively, a hand trailing to the card-shaped pendant hanging from his neck. “Trust me.”
Yugi seemed to want to question Mokuba some more, but stopped as his ka whispered to him. A look of half-understanding came to him, and he cocked his head to one side thoughtfully. “Mokuba-kun, do you feel okay?” he asked.
“Uh-huh. I feel fine. Doshite?” He raked his hands through his wild and dark hair and pulled out a shirt from his dresser, going through the motions like it was any other day.
“Your eyes aren’t gray anymore.”
“Oh?”
“They’re blue. Bright blue.”
“How strange . . .” He touched the thin skin around his eyes, a knowing smile playing his lips cleverly.
“You know. What did you see?” Yugi stood up, waiting for his answer.
“Perfection.”
“Nani?” Yugi wondered what had happened to Mokuba to make him so unusual and wise, but didn’t pry. Perhaps the boy would tell him eventually, whenever he thought it right. His ka was disappointed, to be sure, but understood, and reminded Yugi of what he needed to do.
“Mokuba-kun?”
“Hai?”
“This was also with your Oniisan’s—ano, note.” He handed a Mokuba a white envelope with the boy’s name written on it in Seto’s exacting handwriting.
Raising an eyebrow and at last vaguely surprised, Mokuba tore it open, and out fell five Duel Monsters cards, along with a small slip of paper. The cards were each a Blue Eyes White Dragon; each picture was different, unique from the others. One was clearly feminine with horns like hair. Another was old, with a scar over one blind eye. The third appeared to have no proper gender, while the fourth was small and weak, but still imposing and dangerous. But they were all surpassed in radiance by the fifth, which looked vibrant, new, as if nothing could ever stop it. It’s eyes glowed wonderfully against its white scales, with an arrogant, almost familiar air to it.
“Five?” breathed Yugi in amazement, hands trembling. “Five?”
Mokuba reached for the slip of paper, smiling at Yugi’s bewilderment, and read the words with his electric blue eyes glazed with memory.
-Take care of these while I’m gone. Remember, I’m here, I’ll be watching, and I love you. Never forget.
-Seto
Mokuba smiled, heedless of the sudden rush of tears to his eyes. “I won’t,” he whispered joyfully, “I won’t.”
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