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Fanfic: In a pale Moon's Shadow
Subtitle: Love knows no Gender
Chapter: Streets of Darkness
Editor: So, my friends. This YGO-FF was ONLY created because my sweet "Aya" encouraged me to write a super-cheesy heartbreak story ^^ "With the couple Kaiba - Wheeler. And since I have nothing better to do at the moment: There you go ! The first chapter of my first FF (Yes, the first. I usually write other things ^^ ") First of all: I am a role player and am used to decorating 4 lines of action with 2 pages of unnecessary odds and ends, so don't be surprised. In addition, I have the habit of making my sentences so long and complex that you usually have to go through them twice to understand them - I tried hard not to do it this time! And now enough of the preface: Have * fun * (haha) with "A pale Moon's Shadow"! ^^
PS: Büdde doesn't hit me>. <"
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Chapter 1, Streets of Darkness
Joey had been wandering aimlessly through the streets of Domino City for days.His mental problems have become more and more a burden for him lately. In addition, his father comes, who apparently doesn't care how his son is doing either. On the contrary: with his blows he only contributed to Joey's running away, as he had so often before. But this time he had decided not to return. At the moment he was doing the same as his father. For days he had been roaming the bars and drowning worries that he himself did not understand. After each sip he wondered why he was so depressed, although he had a faint suspicion. It wasn't as if he was too deluded not to see that these bastards could swim, he felt that "now" and this flaming devil stuff kindled in him some benevolence at precisely these moments, even if he was with the next day woke up insane headache. In addition, he was slowly running out of money for it. Until now he was only a naturally happy person for everyone, but so far this was only an appearance, because deep down he was torn, lonely and full of pain.So his despair turned into blind anger, and he got into several fights every day. This was sometimes due to the fact that he also hung around the darkest corners of the city. On purpose.
It was a stormy night, the sun had set hours ago. Joey was sitting on a park bench, legs crossed and leaning back comfortably. The lanterns cast a pale glow on the deserted street. He looked over at a large building, a very important and influential one: the Kaiba Corporation building. Secretly he wondered what he was doing here, but he didn't think about it any further. Lately, a stabbing sensation has overgrown all the physical pain he suffered in his struggles, a mixture of longing and uselessness. Every time Joey saw a red sports car drive by, shuffled the cards in his deck, or even saw a snorkeled "K" on any poster, these feelings overwhelmed him.He lifted his legs on the bench, pulled them to his body, put his arms around them and buried his head between them. Only now did he notice the icy cold wind whips that tousled his blond hair: he was freezing. Joey closed his eyes and tried to think of something else to help him overcome the cold. Immediately a roaring ocean formed in his mind: a blue of irrepressible beauty and yet merciless cold. The floods held him prisoner, reminded him of HIS eyes. And this feeling grew again, tears welled up in his eyes. A big lump formed in his throat while he wondered how he felt about Seto. It couldn't be friendship anymore, it didn't hurt so much.
Joey wasn't quick enough to notice someone running up and stopping right in front of him.
"Well, look at that. A little dog in a place like this at this time?"
Joey winced and startled from his thoughts when he heard the monotonous and cold undertone in the well-known voice. An icy shiver ran down his back and he got goose bumps. Whether the cold or Seto's presence contributed to it was even unclear to him. He raised his eyes and looked at him as if in a trance. He was not able to answer anything after that. Actually, he couldn't stand calling him "pooch", but this time there was just a stabbing shot in his stomach and the lump in his throat tightened so that he couldn't even say anything, even if he wanted to. Seto himself had probably seen him sneaking around in front of his building from the window of his office, but then what was he doing down here?
"What's going on, Wheeler? Why are you hanging around here? Don't you have a home?"
As always, he spoke this "Wheeler" in a derogatory tone.He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at him. Joey said nothing and looked at Seto with a gloomy look. He wanted to demonstrate to him that he didn't jump on his attempts to piss him off. Slowly he shook his head, he really didn't have a home anymore and nobody else either. He wondered if anyone would care if he was lying dead in some gutter in cold, drying blood the next morning. Probably not. That was one of the reasons why the sharp kitchen knife started to look friendlier over time. He was always convinced that he didn't need something like "love". His fists had always been his best friends, at least until Yugi showed up. And now he was sitting here, in front of Seto Kaiba, and was eaten away by these longings for love.
Seto raised his eyebrows when he noticed how thick tears formed in Joey's eyes.Now he also felt the fresh temperatures and looked at him barely noticeably. If he really didn't have a home anymore, it must be an incredible ordeal for him to stay out here. And he wasn't like that. No, even someone like Seto Kaiba could show feelings like "pity". After all, Joey meant something to him, even if he would never have been willing to admit it or to admit it to himself. It was this competitiveness that made him treat Joey like a lowly person. He was a businessman and didn't need any friends, he had everything except .. He was constantly driven by blind hatred, which blocked the view of his true feelings.
He was actually just a person with typical inclinations and who tried to cope with his everyday problems, whereby his only problems were the mountains of work piled up on his desk - at least that's what he kept telling himself.In reality, this was just his outer shell, the facade, the appearance of the tough and astute businessman who could not be betrayed. How true, he was by no means blinded, he smelled a swindler even before he entered his property. He had listened to their offers over and over again with a sniff. It was amusing, even for someone like him, as such an inferior creature was trying to get HIM, Seto Kaiba, around with his outrageously poor articulation and reasoning. He was the one suggesting business, not some run-around chip shop owner. And HE was the one who didn't even have to go far in persuading people, he had everything under control, he was one of the few who achieved "God status": women and even men lay alone at his feet. When HE commanded it had to be obeyed - and it was obeyed.Nobody had ever tried to defy his orders - except for one: Wheeler. Wheeler, that cursed street dog, held him out by all means. Why did he not obey? When he said that the puppy should sit down, it just stopped. Was this amateur just too stupid to see who he was, or was there more to it? Should that be why he should hate him so? Because he wasn't one of those senseless crawlers who licked saliva like a dog, which dripped the sure victor from the condemnation-drooling lips and writhed whimpering under the knee that sat on their chest? So it may have seemed to everyone else. He might have agreed if he hadn't known better. In fact, he was just a victim of himself. The circumstances made it almost impossible to change the facts. Everything else, feelings, was locked in so deeply that it eluded himself.No one has come close to these closed thoughts, no matter how hard they gritted their teeth on his heart of steel. He did not see anyone entering his rooms, the snake's grip only loosened, but remained steadfast and with relish thrust the deadly poison into the veins of his victims. Be that as it may, Seto had no hatred towards him; on the contrary, he took pleasure in the fact that Joey was not as limited as everyone else.
“Do you want to sit out here all night or are you coming in with me?” Seto asked quietly, but still with the harsh coldness in his tone. Joey lifted his head slightly and looked at him with quizzical eyes. The tight knot in his throat was still tightening his throat. He uttered no more than a muffled "Why ..?", Then lowered his gaze again and pulled the jacket tighter around him. He was mentally just too weak to talk around much, he knew that it wouldn’t work and that Seto only threw him snotty answers or a malicious "stupid dog" at his head.In addition, he already knew the answer to this purely rhetorical question, it was obvious. But what did Seto Kaiba care about how he was doing? Why didn't he just let him sit here and alone with his problems? He only made things worse. Once more he went to himself, wondering what he was doing here anyway. There was a long silence between the two of them. Seto raised his eyebrows at the "why" question and looked at him appraisingly. Did that pooch really think he was that blind? Of course he had noticed that Wheeler was anything but "okay", he hadn't even reacted aggressively to his insult .. He just kept silent and looked at him with faithful eyes - which was actually not his way. Otherwise he always managed to get it to 180 in no time, but today Wheeler didn't even give him a dirty look or a shrug of his fist."I hate to repeat myself and I definitely won't beg you. So, if you want to stay here: Fine. Do what you want!" With these derogatory words, he turned around and went back towards his building. Of course he didn’t care, of course he didn’t want Joey to be outdoors while his property was exactly 4 steps away from him. He was a sadist who enjoyed seeing other people suffer, but in this case he had to make an exception. He couldn't slam the door in his face, he owed it to Wheeler himself.
PS: Büdde doesn't hit me>. <"
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Chapter 1, Streets of Darkness
Joey had been wandering aimlessly through the streets of Domino City for days.His mental problems have become more and more a burden for him lately. In addition, his father comes, who apparently doesn't care how his son is doing either. On the contrary: with his blows he only contributed to Joey's running away, as he had so often before. But this time he had decided not to return. At the moment he was doing the same as his father. For days he had been roaming the bars and drowning worries that he himself did not understand. After each sip he wondered why he was so depressed, although he had a faint suspicion. It wasn't as if he was too deluded not to see that these bastards could swim, he felt that "now" and this flaming devil stuff kindled in him some benevolence at precisely these moments, even if he was with the next day woke up insane headache. In addition, he was slowly running out of money for it. Until now he was only a naturally happy person for everyone, but so far this was only an appearance, because deep down he was torn, lonely and full of pain.So his despair turned into blind anger, and he got into several fights every day. This was sometimes due to the fact that he also hung around the darkest corners of the city. On purpose.
It was a stormy night, the sun had set hours ago. Joey was sitting on a park bench, legs crossed and leaning back comfortably. The lanterns cast a pale glow on the deserted street. He looked over at a large building, a very important and influential one: the Kaiba Corporation building. Secretly he wondered what he was doing here, but he didn't think about it any further. Lately, a stabbing sensation has overgrown all the physical pain he suffered in his struggles, a mixture of longing and uselessness. Every time Joey saw a red sports car drive by, shuffled the cards in his deck, or even saw a snorkeled "K" on any poster, these feelings overwhelmed him.He lifted his legs on the bench, pulled them to his body, put his arms around them and buried his head between them. Only now did he notice the icy cold wind whips that tousled his blond hair: he was freezing. Joey closed his eyes and tried to think of something else to help him overcome the cold. Immediately a roaring ocean formed in his mind: a blue of irrepressible beauty and yet merciless cold. The floods held him prisoner, reminded him of HIS eyes. And this feeling grew again, tears welled up in his eyes. A big lump formed in his throat while he wondered how he felt about Seto. It couldn't be friendship anymore, it didn't hurt so much.
Joey wasn't quick enough to notice someone running up and stopping right in front of him.
"Well, look at that. A little dog in a place like this at this time?"
Joey winced and startled from his thoughts when he heard the monotonous and cold undertone in the well-known voice. An icy shiver ran down his back and he got goose bumps. Whether the cold or Seto's presence contributed to it was even unclear to him. He raised his eyes and looked at him as if in a trance. He was not able to answer anything after that. Actually, he couldn't stand calling him "pooch", but this time there was just a stabbing shot in his stomach and the lump in his throat tightened so that he couldn't even say anything, even if he wanted to. Seto himself had probably seen him sneaking around in front of his building from the window of his office, but then what was he doing down here?
"What's going on, Wheeler? Why are you hanging around here? Don't you have a home?"
As always, he spoke this "Wheeler" in a derogatory tone.He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at him. Joey said nothing and looked at Seto with a gloomy look. He wanted to demonstrate to him that he didn't jump on his attempts to piss him off. Slowly he shook his head, he really didn't have a home anymore and nobody else either. He wondered if anyone would care if he was lying dead in some gutter in cold, drying blood the next morning. Probably not. That was one of the reasons why the sharp kitchen knife started to look friendlier over time. He was always convinced that he didn't need something like "love". His fists had always been his best friends, at least until Yugi showed up. And now he was sitting here, in front of Seto Kaiba, and was eaten away by these longings for love.
Seto raised his eyebrows when he noticed how thick tears formed in Joey's eyes.Now he also felt the fresh temperatures and looked at him barely noticeably. If he really didn't have a home anymore, it must be an incredible ordeal for him to stay out here. And he wasn't like that. No, even someone like Seto Kaiba could show feelings like "pity". After all, Joey meant something to him, even if he would never have been willing to admit it or to admit it to himself. It was this competitiveness that made him treat Joey like a lowly person. He was a businessman and didn't need any friends, he had everything except .. He was constantly driven by blind hatred, which blocked the view of his true feelings.
He was actually just a person with typical inclinations and who tried to cope with his everyday problems, whereby his only problems were the mountains of work piled up on his desk - at least that's what he kept telling himself.In reality, this was just his outer shell, the facade, the appearance of the tough and astute businessman who could not be betrayed. How true, he was by no means blinded, he smelled a swindler even before he entered his property. He had listened to their offers over and over again with a sniff. It was amusing, even for someone like him, as such an inferior creature was trying to get HIM, Seto Kaiba, around with his outrageously poor articulation and reasoning. He was the one suggesting business, not some run-around chip shop owner. And HE was the one who didn't even have to go far in persuading people, he had everything under control, he was one of the few who achieved "God status": women and even men lay alone at his feet. When HE commanded it had to be obeyed - and it was obeyed.Nobody had ever tried to defy his orders - except for one: Wheeler. Wheeler, that cursed street dog, held him out by all means. Why did he not obey? When he said that the puppy should sit down, it just stopped. Was this amateur just too stupid to see who he was, or was there more to it? Should that be why he should hate him so? Because he wasn't one of those senseless crawlers who licked saliva like a dog, which dripped the sure victor from the condemnation-drooling lips and writhed whimpering under the knee that sat on their chest? So it may have seemed to everyone else. He might have agreed if he hadn't known better. In fact, he was just a victim of himself. The circumstances made it almost impossible to change the facts. Everything else, feelings, was locked in so deeply that it eluded himself.No one has come close to these closed thoughts, no matter how hard they gritted their teeth on his heart of steel. He did not see anyone entering his rooms, the snake's grip only loosened, but remained steadfast and with relish thrust the deadly poison into the veins of his victims. Be that as it may, Seto had no hatred towards him; on the contrary, he took pleasure in the fact that Joey was not as limited as everyone else.
“Do you want to sit out here all night or are you coming in with me?” Seto asked quietly, but still with the harsh coldness in his tone. Joey lifted his head slightly and looked at him with quizzical eyes. The tight knot in his throat was still tightening his throat. He uttered no more than a muffled "Why ..?", Then lowered his gaze again and pulled the jacket tighter around him. He was mentally just too weak to talk around much, he knew that it wouldn’t work and that Seto only threw him snotty answers or a malicious "stupid dog" at his head.In addition, he already knew the answer to this purely rhetorical question, it was obvious. But what did Seto Kaiba care about how he was doing? Why didn't he just let him sit here and alone with his problems? He only made things worse. Once more he went to himself, wondering what he was doing here anyway. There was a long silence between the two of them. Seto raised his eyebrows at the "why" question and looked at him appraisingly. Did that pooch really think he was that blind? Of course he had noticed that Wheeler was anything but "okay", he hadn't even reacted aggressively to his insult .. He just kept silent and looked at him with faithful eyes - which was actually not his way. Otherwise he always managed to get it to 180 in no time, but today Wheeler didn't even give him a dirty look or a shrug of his fist."I hate to repeat myself and I definitely won't beg you. So, if you want to stay here: Fine. Do what you want!" With these derogatory words, he turned around and went back towards his building. Of course he didn’t care, of course he didn’t want Joey to be outdoors while his property was exactly 4 steps away from him. He was a sadist who enjoyed seeing other people suffer, but in this case he had to make an exception. He couldn't slam the door in his face, he owed it to Wheeler himself.