[fic] Theme 048 "Lotion", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: implied Yami/Yuugi; G}
So two days ago it was Black Friday...I normally am not superstitious, but it was a horrible experience from morning to night. Argh. Probably because February’s Black Friday went pretty smoothly for me...
(shakes fist at ff.net) YOU BROKE MY POST-ON-A-HOLIDAY RITUAL. RAGE. Happy belated White Day, everyone. T_T
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 048.
Genre: General
Rating: G
Pairings: implied Yami/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: If there is anything Motou Yuugi hates more, it is his skin.
Disclaimer: I’m amused you still think I own this series.
Spoilers: None...AU-ish.
Warnings: None.
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If there is anything Motou Yuugi hates more, it is his skin.
People often say he shouldn’t complain about it - after all, look at him! Every inch of his body is covered with perfectly smooth alabaster, not a single blemish anywhere. He should be grateful he was gifted with such skin at birth, because it’s every girl’s dream to have the same softness and flawlessness.
But he doesn’t feel that way, and that’s why he hates his skin. They don’t see anything beyond what is presented in front of them, and Yuugi believes they will never understand.
His skin is far from being the perfect thing they see. They don’t know how much time and money he spends to keep away the rashes that seem to appear endlessly and mysteriously on his arms. That’s why they never see him wear sleeveless clothing, at least not without something else to cover them up. They don’t know how his hands and feet keep chapping, because they never pay attention to anything except his face...and his eyes, perhaps. For a second, Yuugi is thankful that his face is more attractive than the rest of his physique.
That’s why he also hates winter - the season is both a blessing and a curse. He can wear all sorts of things to hide the miniature cracks that make him look like a statue, but the onslaught of cold and dryness combined only makes it worse. Ha, and people say he must adore winter, because they always seem him on the streets, laughing. But he’s only out because his friends don’t appreciate their houses’ warmth enough. He would really much rather stay inside with his grandfather, enjoying a cup of hot cocoa and discussing plans for the holidays - that do not entail braving against the cold.
No one, other than his grandfather, understands why he hates his skin so much. He can even bypass the fact that he will always remain short for his life; he just wants to meet someone who can, for once, see past his appearance and accept who he really is.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 348
Authoress Notes: After much internal debate, I have decided to forgo the idea my friend implanted in my head. That idea includes subject matters akin to theme 041, which I stubbornly refuse to write. Thus, this was born. Of course, this one’s rough draft actually gave Yami some screen-time (at the end, occupying the last line anyway) but it kind of not followed my train of thought and went down the other fork. Ah well! This was something that I just came up with on the spur of the moment.
I’ve been doing a lot of this type of writing style lately, hmm...odd.