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Fanfic: Noch kein Titel
Chapter: No title yet
So, that's the introduction to the already announced YGO FF. We already have it above, we don't have a title * goof *
Series: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Genre: Fear / Romance
Warnings: shonen ai, later also yaoi, dark, sad end, death
Pairing: Yami Yugi / Seto Kaiba
Author: Vortex and Schuschu
Introduction
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"No!"
No matter how hard he tried.
No matter how much he resisted.
It was no use.
Shadow. He ran through the dark shadows of the night, hoping to escape them. But they persecuted him, pulled him and would not let him go.
“Let go!” The little boy managed to tear away his arm, which had come into the grip of the older man.He then caught a slap in the face and fell to the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust. "Come here, you little kid! I'll show you!" Threatened the dark male voice. Approving murmurs followed.
A hand reached out to grab him by the collar, but he hastily took a handful of sand from the floor and hurled it in the face of the attacker, who then put his hands in front of his aching eyes and let go of the boy.
He ran on, hoping to escape. But he couldn't. He knew that.
The shadows grew bigger and more threatening, in the end he was standing in front of the tomb, the pyramid, the holy place. Panting, he stumbled to the entrance, bent down and picked up a stone, which he immediately threw a few meters away. He quickly ran into the pyramid while the guards were instantly distracted and ran in the opposite direction.
He got deeper and deeper into the labyrinth, with every step the situation became more hopeless.
Until they caught up with him again.
"Well wait! I'm going to beat it up! Fooling your own father!"
Exhausted, the young brown head dropped to his knees. He knew it was pointless. He was completely exhausted and his father had brought some of his friends with him.
Gasping, he stayed on the floor and cried out when he felt the first kick in his side and lay there dully.
Further attacks on those lying on the ground followed, scattered wildly, mainly hitting the chest and stomach area. Soon he felt that some blood was making its way out of his mouth. Shortly afterwards he was relieved of the pain and saw black before his eyes. "Let this be a lesson for you!"
He hated it.
He hated his father and his irascibility.
He hated being poor and constantly stealing from others.
He hated everyone who was rich because they would never feel the pain he was feeling.
And he hated his life.
It was all pointless.
Until HE came.
When he slowly came to, opened his eyes and blurred vision, he heard footsteps approaching and saw the shadow that was thrown on the ground. It didn't belong to his father and the footsteps were quiet and light.
Every movement hurt and he just managed to straighten his head a little. He looked up at the person in front of him. The little bare feet, the legs ... seemed like a little boy, about his age ... ah, an expensive looking cloak ... seemed like someone who wanted to mock him now that he was beaten and broken Floor was ... huh? One hand. That someone held out his hand to him! When he finally saw the face, he saw a little boy with blond spiked hair.What kind of hairstyle ... how could he please hold it? And he also had strange colored strands ... but he didn't look like someone who wanted to beat him up and mock him. Though the expression on his face was serious, there was something benevolent about him.
"Can you get up?"
Somehow ... he looked like a higher being, standing there and bending down to the other.
Exactly ... like those rich people who also stand above you. But he didn't need any help.
"I don't need any help."
He slapped his hand aside, having to use strength that he didn't really have at the moment.
The stranger dropped his hand in silence and just stood there.
~~~
“Seto!”
Kaiba woke up bathed in sweat and sat up straight away in bed.
Why was he woken up by Mokuba? Wait a moment. Why was Mokuba already awake? He always had school later than he did.
The brown-haired man glanced at the digital clock on his bedside table. 10:03. 10:03 ?!
He checked the exact time on the clock again before he got up with a jerk and threw the covers aside.
Strange things had happened to him before, he had won a number of games and lost in fewer, met strange people and seen things. But he had * never * overslept.
He changed quickly and was taken to school. The dream was forgotten for the time being.
Series: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Genre: Fear / Romance
Warnings: shonen ai, later also yaoi, dark, sad end, death
Pairing: Yami Yugi / Seto Kaiba
Author: Vortex and Schuschu
Introduction
~~~
"No!"
No matter how hard he tried.
No matter how much he resisted.
It was no use.
Shadow. He ran through the dark shadows of the night, hoping to escape them. But they persecuted him, pulled him and would not let him go.
“Let go!” The little boy managed to tear away his arm, which had come into the grip of the older man.He then caught a slap in the face and fell to the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust. "Come here, you little kid! I'll show you!" Threatened the dark male voice. Approving murmurs followed.
A hand reached out to grab him by the collar, but he hastily took a handful of sand from the floor and hurled it in the face of the attacker, who then put his hands in front of his aching eyes and let go of the boy.
He ran on, hoping to escape. But he couldn't. He knew that.
The shadows grew bigger and more threatening, in the end he was standing in front of the tomb, the pyramid, the holy place. Panting, he stumbled to the entrance, bent down and picked up a stone, which he immediately threw a few meters away. He quickly ran into the pyramid while the guards were instantly distracted and ran in the opposite direction.
He got deeper and deeper into the labyrinth, with every step the situation became more hopeless.
Until they caught up with him again.
"Well wait! I'm going to beat it up! Fooling your own father!"
Exhausted, the young brown head dropped to his knees. He knew it was pointless. He was completely exhausted and his father had brought some of his friends with him.
Gasping, he stayed on the floor and cried out when he felt the first kick in his side and lay there dully.
Further attacks on those lying on the ground followed, scattered wildly, mainly hitting the chest and stomach area. Soon he felt that some blood was making its way out of his mouth. Shortly afterwards he was relieved of the pain and saw black before his eyes. "Let this be a lesson for you!"
He hated it.
He hated his father and his irascibility.
He hated being poor and constantly stealing from others.
He hated everyone who was rich because they would never feel the pain he was feeling.
And he hated his life.
It was all pointless.
Until HE came.
When he slowly came to, opened his eyes and blurred vision, he heard footsteps approaching and saw the shadow that was thrown on the ground. It didn't belong to his father and the footsteps were quiet and light.
Every movement hurt and he just managed to straighten his head a little. He looked up at the person in front of him. The little bare feet, the legs ... seemed like a little boy, about his age ... ah, an expensive looking cloak ... seemed like someone who wanted to mock him now that he was beaten and broken Floor was ... huh? One hand. That someone held out his hand to him! When he finally saw the face, he saw a little boy with blond spiked hair.What kind of hairstyle ... how could he please hold it? And he also had strange colored strands ... but he didn't look like someone who wanted to beat him up and mock him. Though the expression on his face was serious, there was something benevolent about him.
"Can you get up?"
Somehow ... he looked like a higher being, standing there and bending down to the other.
Exactly ... like those rich people who also stand above you. But he didn't need any help.
"I don't need any help."
He slapped his hand aside, having to use strength that he didn't really have at the moment.
The stranger dropped his hand in silence and just stood there.
~~~
“Seto!”
Kaiba woke up bathed in sweat and sat up straight away in bed.
Why was he woken up by Mokuba? Wait a moment. Why was Mokuba already awake? He always had school later than he did.
The brown-haired man glanced at the digital clock on his bedside table. 10:03. 10:03 ?!
He checked the exact time on the clock again before he got up with a jerk and threw the covers aside.
Strange things had happened to him before, he had won a number of games and lost in fewer, met strange people and seen things. But he had * never * overslept.
He changed quickly and was taken to school. The dream was forgotten for the time being.