A Good Lie
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Adult +
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3
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A Good Lie
Title: A Good Lie
Author: Satisfied_Frog
Fandom: Yu Gi Oh
Rating: R (Strong hints of Sex, and Graphic Violence)
Pairing(s): OC/Jou, OC/Mokuba, Seto/Jou,
Disclaimer: Not mine in a sock, not mine on a rock. Not mine under seas, not mine under a breeze. Not mine now, not mine if I bow.
Summary: To lose someone is terrible. To lose them because of your carelessness is even worse.
Warning: Take a character or characters, stick them in a psychological breaking experience, play it through, and see where it goes. Not a Nice fic, though the person who does the breaking is not the dominant side of the pairing. There is no sex, but it's alluded to. There is violence alluded to and will be graphically described.
AN: After what 5? years, I was going through my drive up one day and thought, man. Why do I have this file called "Finish Me Fics" on my drive? Oh wait. I meant to finish those. So, as a reward for getting through my midterms, I went through and read them all and started to rework most of them. Then I lost the everything to a hard drive malfunction.
So this is take 2 of my reboot. Part 3 is actually being worked on. For realz yo. I'm just not quite ready to have it go out. Somewhere is a copy of an unfinished fic I started at about the same time as AGL, that was a crossover with The Sentinal - if you have a copy or know where I can find the bloody thing so I can finish it, lemme know?
A Good Lie: A Yu-Gi-Oh Fanfiction
Prelude
Most people entered a graveyard with intent, whether the intent was to
bury a loved one beneath the ground, or to honor those long passed.
Most people entered a graveyard with the intent to leave, and to leave
almost as soon as they could. To enter a graveyard without intent to
do either was almost unheard of, especially when the graveyard is
overgrown and abandoned.
Thorns grew over the broken grave stones, spreading out from vines,
and dragging the weeping stone angels down to cold, unforgiving ground
to meet the decomposing bodies of the souls they were intended to keep
safe for all eternity. The boy ran on, past these sad reminders of
souls long past, heart pounding like a bird struggling against the
weak bars of human flesh and blood. The sight of broken, twisted
sakura trees flashed past him, twisted branches reaching out to grab
at his flesh and clothes like brown, rotting skeletons, the leaves
from the previous year having rotted on the branch it grew from.
A Harvest moon struggled to break free of the black clouds veiling it
from sight. The red moon loomed overhead, stealing out of the clouds
only briefly, before disappearing. The sparse light given off created
more hazards for the boy to navigate then to aid him. The weak
illumination, for example, showed the boy a potential escape from the
pursuit he could hear crashing and cursing behind him. A part of the
wall, crumbled in, had long since gone to the wild, and opened up not
far from the city proper. So close, yet so far away. The thorny
vines, forming a tangled trap a few feet away, was a hidden danger,
and the boy, in his rush to escape fell into it.
He could taste! Oh could he taste the sweet sensation of freedom!
Just a little farther, make it through the gate and then he could
escape, his pursuer would never find him in the city. He began to run
faster, heart pounding and then –
He fell into Hell.
Spots of fire lanced up his body, arms, legs, all over crying out as
the thorns pierced flesh, only to be drowned out by the horrific agony
flashing up his leg. White bone shown wetly, glistening with blood
and bits of muscle in the weak light. He shrieked, uncaring in his
pain, wanting only to be out of this and in his bed at home.
Someone knelt besides murmuring, shushing his cries. The cold, bony
hands, stroked his hair, quieting him as the hands moved to grab him.
Pulled out of the vines, he lay at the man's feet panting, tears
tracking down his face as he pleaded. The hands never stopped, simply
took his unresisting hands, and tied them in front of his face.
"I'm sorry! Stop! Don't hurt me," he moaned as the cold hands pushed
on his broken leg, trying to tie the shattered leg to the other one.
The hands flashed up, striking him in face. He fell silent, his sobs
muffled in his bound hands. The red moon looked down to see a
wingless weeping angel watching over the bound boy as the man moved
his bloody hands to stroke the boy's cheek. Blood seem to be falling
from the younger male's golden eyes.
The angel and moon watched as the man lifted the younger like a bride,
golden head falling back, his tears moving to stain his hair with
blood. They watched as he fell, and watched as the lid was pounded on
and a prayer said over the cries for mercy.
"Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust..."
Surrounded by darkness, broken only by harsh sobs, the sound of dirt
burying him alive came at last, until that too faded away in darkness.
Jounouchi screamed.
Author: Satisfied_Frog
Fandom: Yu Gi Oh
Rating: R (Strong hints of Sex, and Graphic Violence)
Pairing(s): OC/Jou, OC/Mokuba, Seto/Jou,
Disclaimer: Not mine in a sock, not mine on a rock. Not mine under seas, not mine under a breeze. Not mine now, not mine if I bow.
Summary: To lose someone is terrible. To lose them because of your carelessness is even worse.
Warning: Take a character or characters, stick them in a psychological breaking experience, play it through, and see where it goes. Not a Nice fic, though the person who does the breaking is not the dominant side of the pairing. There is no sex, but it's alluded to. There is violence alluded to and will be graphically described.
AN: After what 5? years, I was going through my drive up one day and thought, man. Why do I have this file called "Finish Me Fics" on my drive? Oh wait. I meant to finish those. So, as a reward for getting through my midterms, I went through and read them all and started to rework most of them. Then I lost the everything to a hard drive malfunction.
So this is take 2 of my reboot. Part 3 is actually being worked on. For realz yo. I'm just not quite ready to have it go out. Somewhere is a copy of an unfinished fic I started at about the same time as AGL, that was a crossover with The Sentinal - if you have a copy or know where I can find the bloody thing so I can finish it, lemme know?
A Good Lie: A Yu-Gi-Oh Fanfiction
Prelude
Most people entered a graveyard with intent, whether the intent was to
bury a loved one beneath the ground, or to honor those long passed.
Most people entered a graveyard with the intent to leave, and to leave
almost as soon as they could. To enter a graveyard without intent to
do either was almost unheard of, especially when the graveyard is
overgrown and abandoned.
Thorns grew over the broken grave stones, spreading out from vines,
and dragging the weeping stone angels down to cold, unforgiving ground
to meet the decomposing bodies of the souls they were intended to keep
safe for all eternity. The boy ran on, past these sad reminders of
souls long past, heart pounding like a bird struggling against the
weak bars of human flesh and blood. The sight of broken, twisted
sakura trees flashed past him, twisted branches reaching out to grab
at his flesh and clothes like brown, rotting skeletons, the leaves
from the previous year having rotted on the branch it grew from.
A Harvest moon struggled to break free of the black clouds veiling it
from sight. The red moon loomed overhead, stealing out of the clouds
only briefly, before disappearing. The sparse light given off created
more hazards for the boy to navigate then to aid him. The weak
illumination, for example, showed the boy a potential escape from the
pursuit he could hear crashing and cursing behind him. A part of the
wall, crumbled in, had long since gone to the wild, and opened up not
far from the city proper. So close, yet so far away. The thorny
vines, forming a tangled trap a few feet away, was a hidden danger,
and the boy, in his rush to escape fell into it.
He could taste! Oh could he taste the sweet sensation of freedom!
Just a little farther, make it through the gate and then he could
escape, his pursuer would never find him in the city. He began to run
faster, heart pounding and then –
He fell into Hell.
Spots of fire lanced up his body, arms, legs, all over crying out as
the thorns pierced flesh, only to be drowned out by the horrific agony
flashing up his leg. White bone shown wetly, glistening with blood
and bits of muscle in the weak light. He shrieked, uncaring in his
pain, wanting only to be out of this and in his bed at home.
Someone knelt besides murmuring, shushing his cries. The cold, bony
hands, stroked his hair, quieting him as the hands moved to grab him.
Pulled out of the vines, he lay at the man's feet panting, tears
tracking down his face as he pleaded. The hands never stopped, simply
took his unresisting hands, and tied them in front of his face.
"I'm sorry! Stop! Don't hurt me," he moaned as the cold hands pushed
on his broken leg, trying to tie the shattered leg to the other one.
The hands flashed up, striking him in face. He fell silent, his sobs
muffled in his bound hands. The red moon looked down to see a
wingless weeping angel watching over the bound boy as the man moved
his bloody hands to stroke the boy's cheek. Blood seem to be falling
from the younger male's golden eyes.
The angel and moon watched as the man lifted the younger like a bride,
golden head falling back, his tears moving to stain his hair with
blood. They watched as he fell, and watched as the lid was pounded on
and a prayer said over the cries for mercy.
"Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust..."
Surrounded by darkness, broken only by harsh sobs, the sound of dirt
burying him alive came at last, until that too faded away in darkness.
Jounouchi screamed.