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[Title]Apocalypse Please
[Fandom] Yu-Gi-Oh; SetoxJou
[Rating]PG13 for strong themes
“Don’t touch me!”
It was a snarled command, searing heat and fury burning through the words, through his veins. He could feel the cool marble of a tall stone column against his back, seeping through his thin jacket and staining the skin beneath with an invisible chill.
As fire coursed through him, his knees suddenly lost their ability to hold him up. He braced himself against the huge column and lowered himself to the ground. There was a soft noise, the sound of someone speaking, and it wasn’t until he looked up to the noise that he realized that tears were blurring his vision to the point that he could only make out colors and vague shapes.
“Sir, please, let us take you somewhere. Do you have family you can stay with--”
There was that heat again, rushing up from his abdomen in a wave of panic and fury, hatred for something even though he didn’t know what it should be directed at. This time the fire exploded from between his lips, singeing his cheeks with its ravaging heat. It wasn’t hot enough to dry the ice tears that cut paths down his sun-kissed skin, however.
“I’m staying right here! This is my fucking family!”
The navy blue and flesh pink blob looked down at him and shook the spot where he thought its head should be. Angrily, he reached up and rubbed the tears from his eyes, taking in a shuddering breath and attempting to quench the flames that had such a terrible hold around his heart.
“I…I’m sorry Mister Jounouchi, but…”
Jou shook his head. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it again. I can’t take it again. I can’t. I can’t. Don’t say it. he pleaded without speaking. But the blob, Officer Sheridan if he was reading the gold badge on the man’s chest correctly, sighed sorrowfully and stated, “There was nothing we could do…one of the maids called us. It had been two hours already…there was nothing.”
His head went back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in a repetitive motion of denial, refusal to believe those words. Nausea swept over him like a tidal wave, and he had to clutch at the ground to remind himself that it wouldn’t do for him to lose his lunch all over the lobby, in public. Seto would kill him.
Seto would…
Seto would never do anything ever again, if Officer Sheridan was to be believed. He hadn’t been here for more than five minutes, standing out front of an American hotel, surrounded by a plethora of men and women all in the same, monotonous navy blue uniform, but already everything he’d ever loved had come crashing down around him.
Jounouchi wondered if this was what an apocalypse felt like.
No, the sky wasn’t black as midnight, there wasn’t divine lighting crashing down from the heavens to smite the un-worthiest of humans and strike their names from the Book of Live forever. It was just…cold. Hot and cold. Numb, but burning. A blizzard poised opposite an inferno, the few inches of energy where the two met had consumed Jounouchi whole. He had been swallowed up into that cavernous mouth of emptiness, his entire being devoured in that one moment of truth.
Unaware of what he was doing, watching as a spectator, from the outside, Jounouchi pulled himself to his feet and pushed past Officer Sheridan. He sprinted down the hallway to the corporate suite in the back of the hotel, all of the glimmering lights and immaculately clean décor around him mocking his desperation, his panic. Each glittering light fixture laughed at him as he passed, twinkling with morbid merriment at how fast his heart was pounding, how very loud the beating was. Surely someone else would hear it. That must be why the lights laughed, they were mocking his heartbeat, the throbbing pain that ran through him like a tremor every time he breathed.
When he made his way to the door, closed off with disgusting yellow ‘Do Not Cross’ tape, his cheeks were flushed red with exertion, silver tears gathered in his eyes, lingering precariously on the brim for a moment before spilling over and down his face to taint the floral carpeting beneath his feet.
He tore the tape down, desecrated it and its message. There came the heavy thud of footfalls behind him, and he knew that Officer Sheridan must have followed. As Jou let the tape fall like decorative ribbon to the floor, a young officer whose uniform looked too big spluttered that Jounouchi was trespassing, and that this was an investigation area and that he wasn’t allowed to be here, but Jou didn’t care.
He couldn’t hear anything. He was trapped inside a crystal ball, fog and mist swirling around him, forcing its way into his mouth and nose until he was choking on the smog, stinging his eyes so that he couldn’t see while he scrambled blindly around, searching for clarity.
He found it in the kitchen of the suite. Red everywhere. Red on white. Red on red. Red on green. Red on black. Red, red, red, red.
Everywhere.
It had sunk into the pearl tiles, etching its name into the foundation of the room, running in spider web patterns along the cracks in the grout. Officer Sheridan muttered to the lanky young officer that Jounouchi was a ‘special case’ that he was an ‘exception to the rule’. Jou didn’t hear him.
Amber on red, red, red. He was barely aware of himself as he sank down to the floor. His body felt swollen, bloated, numb and difficult to maneuver. Somehow, he managed to wrap his arms around Seto’s torso and draw the brunette to him.
“No. No, no no. No…please, no. Please, please, please…no…” It was a mantra, it was a prayer, it was a slogan, it was anything that would bring Seto back to him now that the hourglass had finally run out of obsidian crystals.
Azure had faded to a stale blue-gray, lacking luster and stabbing at Jounouchi’s chest. His heart felt like it was going to burst. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be happening.
Something pricked his hand and Jou looked over. Roses. Red on red. Roses and blood, mingling there on the floor. A choked sob tore itself from his throat, a bone-chilling sonata ripping through the air, leaving a dead silence in its wake.
Little stained crimson card reading: For my puppy.
Jou had mentioned roses the other day during an argument about romance. He remembered that argument as clear as day. He remembered every argument they had ever had, and suddenly a deep, horrible, terrifying regret awoke and reared its head. They had argued. That was why he’d gone for a walk in the first place. That was why. A stupid argument.
He hadn’t even noticed the gunman on his way out the doors. He was too furious to see straight, he hadn’t realized that there was anything odd about anyone. Nothing screamed unnatural to him, so he kept on walking. That had been his mistake. If he’d only, just for once, not been so stubborn, the heart in the chest he held pressed against his own might still be beating. Seto might still be here. Jounouchi’s world might still exist.
But as it was, he had fallen off the edge into a dark abyss, a wide, gaping hole in the ground that scraped and beat at him as he traveled down, down, down.
And he knew that this was it. This was the end of days. This was the rapturous eternity that that holy book, The Bible, promised everyone.
This was his apocalypse.
With one life’s end, another life begins to fade, and demons dance around and celebrate the end of days. A sacrifice to the abyss, a pain for which there’s no defense, and once he hit the bottom he knew that this…
Was the end.
[Fandom] Yu-Gi-Oh; SetoxJou
[Rating]PG13 for strong themes
“Don’t touch me!”
It was a snarled command, searing heat and fury burning through the words, through his veins. He could feel the cool marble of a tall stone column against his back, seeping through his thin jacket and staining the skin beneath with an invisible chill.
As fire coursed through him, his knees suddenly lost their ability to hold him up. He braced himself against the huge column and lowered himself to the ground. There was a soft noise, the sound of someone speaking, and it wasn’t until he looked up to the noise that he realized that tears were blurring his vision to the point that he could only make out colors and vague shapes.
“Sir, please, let us take you somewhere. Do you have family you can stay with--”
There was that heat again, rushing up from his abdomen in a wave of panic and fury, hatred for something even though he didn’t know what it should be directed at. This time the fire exploded from between his lips, singeing his cheeks with its ravaging heat. It wasn’t hot enough to dry the ice tears that cut paths down his sun-kissed skin, however.
“I’m staying right here! This is my fucking family!”
The navy blue and flesh pink blob looked down at him and shook the spot where he thought its head should be. Angrily, he reached up and rubbed the tears from his eyes, taking in a shuddering breath and attempting to quench the flames that had such a terrible hold around his heart.
“I…I’m sorry Mister Jounouchi, but…”
Jou shook his head. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it again. I can’t take it again. I can’t. I can’t. Don’t say it. he pleaded without speaking. But the blob, Officer Sheridan if he was reading the gold badge on the man’s chest correctly, sighed sorrowfully and stated, “There was nothing we could do…one of the maids called us. It had been two hours already…there was nothing.”
His head went back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in a repetitive motion of denial, refusal to believe those words. Nausea swept over him like a tidal wave, and he had to clutch at the ground to remind himself that it wouldn’t do for him to lose his lunch all over the lobby, in public. Seto would kill him.
Seto would…
Seto would never do anything ever again, if Officer Sheridan was to be believed. He hadn’t been here for more than five minutes, standing out front of an American hotel, surrounded by a plethora of men and women all in the same, monotonous navy blue uniform, but already everything he’d ever loved had come crashing down around him.
Jounouchi wondered if this was what an apocalypse felt like.
No, the sky wasn’t black as midnight, there wasn’t divine lighting crashing down from the heavens to smite the un-worthiest of humans and strike their names from the Book of Live forever. It was just…cold. Hot and cold. Numb, but burning. A blizzard poised opposite an inferno, the few inches of energy where the two met had consumed Jounouchi whole. He had been swallowed up into that cavernous mouth of emptiness, his entire being devoured in that one moment of truth.
Unaware of what he was doing, watching as a spectator, from the outside, Jounouchi pulled himself to his feet and pushed past Officer Sheridan. He sprinted down the hallway to the corporate suite in the back of the hotel, all of the glimmering lights and immaculately clean décor around him mocking his desperation, his panic. Each glittering light fixture laughed at him as he passed, twinkling with morbid merriment at how fast his heart was pounding, how very loud the beating was. Surely someone else would hear it. That must be why the lights laughed, they were mocking his heartbeat, the throbbing pain that ran through him like a tremor every time he breathed.
When he made his way to the door, closed off with disgusting yellow ‘Do Not Cross’ tape, his cheeks were flushed red with exertion, silver tears gathered in his eyes, lingering precariously on the brim for a moment before spilling over and down his face to taint the floral carpeting beneath his feet.
He tore the tape down, desecrated it and its message. There came the heavy thud of footfalls behind him, and he knew that Officer Sheridan must have followed. As Jou let the tape fall like decorative ribbon to the floor, a young officer whose uniform looked too big spluttered that Jounouchi was trespassing, and that this was an investigation area and that he wasn’t allowed to be here, but Jou didn’t care.
He couldn’t hear anything. He was trapped inside a crystal ball, fog and mist swirling around him, forcing its way into his mouth and nose until he was choking on the smog, stinging his eyes so that he couldn’t see while he scrambled blindly around, searching for clarity.
He found it in the kitchen of the suite. Red everywhere. Red on white. Red on red. Red on green. Red on black. Red, red, red, red.
Everywhere.
It had sunk into the pearl tiles, etching its name into the foundation of the room, running in spider web patterns along the cracks in the grout. Officer Sheridan muttered to the lanky young officer that Jounouchi was a ‘special case’ that he was an ‘exception to the rule’. Jou didn’t hear him.
Amber on red, red, red. He was barely aware of himself as he sank down to the floor. His body felt swollen, bloated, numb and difficult to maneuver. Somehow, he managed to wrap his arms around Seto’s torso and draw the brunette to him.
“No. No, no no. No…please, no. Please, please, please…no…” It was a mantra, it was a prayer, it was a slogan, it was anything that would bring Seto back to him now that the hourglass had finally run out of obsidian crystals.
Azure had faded to a stale blue-gray, lacking luster and stabbing at Jounouchi’s chest. His heart felt like it was going to burst. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be happening.
Something pricked his hand and Jou looked over. Roses. Red on red. Roses and blood, mingling there on the floor. A choked sob tore itself from his throat, a bone-chilling sonata ripping through the air, leaving a dead silence in its wake.
Little stained crimson card reading: For my puppy.
Jou had mentioned roses the other day during an argument about romance. He remembered that argument as clear as day. He remembered every argument they had ever had, and suddenly a deep, horrible, terrifying regret awoke and reared its head. They had argued. That was why he’d gone for a walk in the first place. That was why. A stupid argument.
He hadn’t even noticed the gunman on his way out the doors. He was too furious to see straight, he hadn’t realized that there was anything odd about anyone. Nothing screamed unnatural to him, so he kept on walking. That had been his mistake. If he’d only, just for once, not been so stubborn, the heart in the chest he held pressed against his own might still be beating. Seto might still be here. Jounouchi’s world might still exist.
But as it was, he had fallen off the edge into a dark abyss, a wide, gaping hole in the ground that scraped and beat at him as he traveled down, down, down.
And he knew that this was it. This was the end of days. This was the rapturous eternity that that holy book, The Bible, promised everyone.
This was his apocalypse.
With one life’s end, another life begins to fade, and demons dance around and celebrate the end of days. A sacrifice to the abyss, a pain for which there’s no defense, and once he hit the bottom he knew that this…
Was the end.