Sound of Souls
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,814
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Sound of Souls
Titel: Sound of Souls
Autor: JulianMoore
Email: julianmoore@gmx.net
PG: R
Anime : Yu-Gi-Oh !
Pairings : won't tell until yet
Warning : Yugioh doesn’t belong to me neither the characters.
Music: Limp Biskit - Behind Blue Eyes
Commentary: English is not my main language but i did my best and alot thanks for my Beta Ready Kaiba :)
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Part 1
His eyelids were shut, his arms hugging himself, sitting on his mattress, leening on the ashgrey wall behind him, his knees closely winkled to his body. No lights in his dirty, trashed room. Just the sound of the storm outside, rain dropping on his window throwing shadows of ghostly silky waterfalls onto all. Or nothing because what you can count of the things he can call his own weren’t more than his mattress, the old cupboard with no doors, the 3-legged table above two cartonage boxes, an old chair, and two photos on his little pinboard showing his sister and another showing a faiding person whose photo seemed got cutted and re-taped.
If you had to be honest, this room expressed ass less as nothing.
He was cold. His hands, his barfoot legs. Everything in him was cold or frozen expect his eyes and cheeks because of the hot tears. Jounouchi sobbed into his shirt, hugging himself more close and close. So lost. So much pain. It hurt. Fuck it! Fuck you all!
A thunder crossed the sky, flashes bouncing through darkness. He didn’t care about the open window. He didn’t care about the rain which flowed in. He didn’t care about fucking nothing.
“Why?” he couldn’t hear himself speak because his voice was broken of his painfull sobbing chest. His inner neck itches by every single gulp as if his tears would flew back and cauterize his voice. He didn’t know up to now how long he stayed here, cowerd, crying, wishing himself away or death, but he felt this stiffness creeping through his body. But he didn’t care. Jounouchi just wanted it as it is. Fuck everything else!!!
“Why did you do that?” another try raising voice against this bursting stinsiinside him and outside. Did he wish for someone listening? Yes. Did he wish someones could answer? Yes. Did he want to happen it now? Fuck, yes!! More tears. More pain.
Flashback:
“Just do it. I don’t have all my time just for you, mutt!” Kaiba crossed his arms before his chest, blinking with disgust. He sure was pissed like always when Jounouchi started a verbal fight with him aiming for another Duel again.
It was lunch break, school clock gong yelled 12th hour. No others expect Kaiba and Jounouchi on the roof. Grey clouds covered the sky, shattered with wind and some first rain drops. It was getting cold.
“Just shut ‘ur mouth, Moneybag! It really sucks listening over 1000 times again and again to that story about what great Duelist U R. Take this. I call my Harpy Brother (ATK 1800) into Attack Position. Erase away his life points. Attack, my monster!”
Jounouchi harsh yell was full of hate, more hate and yes... hate. He didn’t know why and when it started but this man just makes him sick, showing him every single moment what life pays back when you don’t have the ability of create or, like him, just surviving lifes endless already written story. Plus this man didn’t just show him the fact he was shit, Kaiba also used his power demonstrating what happens when Jounouchi failed every time he does his best. Like now. And the rain didn’t make it better.
“Pittyfull. I uncover my hidden Magic Card “Mirror Force”. Say Byebye to your three low-level monsters!” Kaiba smirked. Sure, that felt good for him.
“Damn U!” that was all Jounouchi could say telling himself not to start a fight again or he will get his third advice resulting in kicking him out of school. “Shoot!”
“Not just your duel skills suck worst also your vocabulary seems not to be that big! Perhaps you should redo some classes, mutt!” Kaiba, untouchable in further position.
“Stop that shit already! Make your move!” Jounouchi anger was near to explode. A flash marked perfectly his feelings right now, rain dropping from his hair.
His enemy just drawed one new card from his deck, starting a smile.
“This scenery just reminds me to bunches of same situations. See me winning the game now. Lord of Dragons in Attack Position, Dragon Flute and two blue-eyes white dragons!” Kaiba smashed down the cards onto his duel disk launcher while badly uncovering his icecold pokerface into one of a psycho’s but not laughing. “You are accused of being a failure, Jounouchi!”
Thunder rolling.
“Fuck you! You can't go through with that!”
Flash cracking.
“Why you just leave it alone? Just try trusting your instincts once and say it: I’m no match for you. I’m just a big fat misery!”
“Before that hell will freeze, Mr. Big-Ass Kaiba!”
But it was true. Kaiba attacked Jounouchi’s Life Points which suddenly shrunk to zero. Jounouchi grinded, clenching his hands to fists, ramming his nails into his palms just to stay calm and not to run over to Kaiba kicking the shit out of that bastard in vent of anger.
Hate. Rage. Anger. He couldn’t stay it. He just could .... run away. Doesn’t matter school wasn’t over yet. Ain’t the heavy storm. Taking five steps in one he runned down the stairs to first floor, rushed down the school entry hall, outside into these torrential rain falls.
“Perfect!” Jounouchi accomplices silent with the rain drops hiding his real tears.
Meanwhile Kaiba just looked with his cold blue eyes down from the around fenced roof following Jounouchi’s run downstreets. His own coat was soaked wiain,ain, his hair almost dripping away. But he smirked exhalted with pride. And whispering some words.
“Puppy....next time you won’t run away. I’ll not allow!”
With that he turned back with a swift move and disappeared with a ghoulish glance.
Flachback End:
So what to do next? Ending this Drama like it is and was with a final cut?
Or maybe sorting some things out? Recomposing? Enervating his enemy?
No. Never. He won’t do anything. Nothing.
“..... nothing ..... I’m nothing ....” and the tears came back.
----to be continued-------
Autor: JulianMoore
Email: julianmoore@gmx.net
PG: R
Anime : Yu-Gi-Oh !
Pairings : won't tell until yet
Warning : Yugioh doesn’t belong to me neither the characters.
Music: Limp Biskit - Behind Blue Eyes
Commentary: English is not my main language but i did my best and alot thanks for my Beta Ready Kaiba :)
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Part 1
His eyelids were shut, his arms hugging himself, sitting on his mattress, leening on the ashgrey wall behind him, his knees closely winkled to his body. No lights in his dirty, trashed room. Just the sound of the storm outside, rain dropping on his window throwing shadows of ghostly silky waterfalls onto all. Or nothing because what you can count of the things he can call his own weren’t more than his mattress, the old cupboard with no doors, the 3-legged table above two cartonage boxes, an old chair, and two photos on his little pinboard showing his sister and another showing a faiding person whose photo seemed got cutted and re-taped.
If you had to be honest, this room expressed ass less as nothing.
He was cold. His hands, his barfoot legs. Everything in him was cold or frozen expect his eyes and cheeks because of the hot tears. Jounouchi sobbed into his shirt, hugging himself more close and close. So lost. So much pain. It hurt. Fuck it! Fuck you all!
A thunder crossed the sky, flashes bouncing through darkness. He didn’t care about the open window. He didn’t care about the rain which flowed in. He didn’t care about fucking nothing.
“Why?” he couldn’t hear himself speak because his voice was broken of his painfull sobbing chest. His inner neck itches by every single gulp as if his tears would flew back and cauterize his voice. He didn’t know up to now how long he stayed here, cowerd, crying, wishing himself away or death, but he felt this stiffness creeping through his body. But he didn’t care. Jounouchi just wanted it as it is. Fuck everything else!!!
“Why did you do that?” another try raising voice against this bursting stinsiinside him and outside. Did he wish for someone listening? Yes. Did he wish someones could answer? Yes. Did he want to happen it now? Fuck, yes!! More tears. More pain.
Flashback:
“Just do it. I don’t have all my time just for you, mutt!” Kaiba crossed his arms before his chest, blinking with disgust. He sure was pissed like always when Jounouchi started a verbal fight with him aiming for another Duel again.
It was lunch break, school clock gong yelled 12th hour. No others expect Kaiba and Jounouchi on the roof. Grey clouds covered the sky, shattered with wind and some first rain drops. It was getting cold.
“Just shut ‘ur mouth, Moneybag! It really sucks listening over 1000 times again and again to that story about what great Duelist U R. Take this. I call my Harpy Brother (ATK 1800) into Attack Position. Erase away his life points. Attack, my monster!”
Jounouchi harsh yell was full of hate, more hate and yes... hate. He didn’t know why and when it started but this man just makes him sick, showing him every single moment what life pays back when you don’t have the ability of create or, like him, just surviving lifes endless already written story. Plus this man didn’t just show him the fact he was shit, Kaiba also used his power demonstrating what happens when Jounouchi failed every time he does his best. Like now. And the rain didn’t make it better.
“Pittyfull. I uncover my hidden Magic Card “Mirror Force”. Say Byebye to your three low-level monsters!” Kaiba smirked. Sure, that felt good for him.
“Damn U!” that was all Jounouchi could say telling himself not to start a fight again or he will get his third advice resulting in kicking him out of school. “Shoot!”
“Not just your duel skills suck worst also your vocabulary seems not to be that big! Perhaps you should redo some classes, mutt!” Kaiba, untouchable in further position.
“Stop that shit already! Make your move!” Jounouchi anger was near to explode. A flash marked perfectly his feelings right now, rain dropping from his hair.
His enemy just drawed one new card from his deck, starting a smile.
“This scenery just reminds me to bunches of same situations. See me winning the game now. Lord of Dragons in Attack Position, Dragon Flute and two blue-eyes white dragons!” Kaiba smashed down the cards onto his duel disk launcher while badly uncovering his icecold pokerface into one of a psycho’s but not laughing. “You are accused of being a failure, Jounouchi!”
Thunder rolling.
“Fuck you! You can't go through with that!”
Flash cracking.
“Why you just leave it alone? Just try trusting your instincts once and say it: I’m no match for you. I’m just a big fat misery!”
“Before that hell will freeze, Mr. Big-Ass Kaiba!”
But it was true. Kaiba attacked Jounouchi’s Life Points which suddenly shrunk to zero. Jounouchi grinded, clenching his hands to fists, ramming his nails into his palms just to stay calm and not to run over to Kaiba kicking the shit out of that bastard in vent of anger.
Hate. Rage. Anger. He couldn’t stay it. He just could .... run away. Doesn’t matter school wasn’t over yet. Ain’t the heavy storm. Taking five steps in one he runned down the stairs to first floor, rushed down the school entry hall, outside into these torrential rain falls.
“Perfect!” Jounouchi accomplices silent with the rain drops hiding his real tears.
Meanwhile Kaiba just looked with his cold blue eyes down from the around fenced roof following Jounouchi’s run downstreets. His own coat was soaked wiain,ain, his hair almost dripping away. But he smirked exhalted with pride. And whispering some words.
“Puppy....next time you won’t run away. I’ll not allow!”
With that he turned back with a swift move and disappeared with a ghoulish glance.
Flachback End:
So what to do next? Ending this Drama like it is and was with a final cut?
Or maybe sorting some things out? Recomposing? Enervating his enemy?
No. Never. He won’t do anything. Nothing.
“..... nothing ..... I’m nothing ....” and the tears came back.
----to be continued-------