[fic] Theme 004 "Boots", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: Yami/Yuugi; PG-13}
*posting from the university library...AGAIN* XD;; And really, I should be sort-of studying for my calc assessment at the moment...
I still don't understand why they put the calculus practical block from 4-6 on a FRIDAY afternoon, dammit. =3=
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 004.
Genre: General/Angst
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Yami/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: Yuugi cleans his room and goes through his possessions, to find something out of place yet belonging there.
Disclaimer: Still don’t own Yuugiou…yet. T.T
Spoilers: Um, set after the Ceremonial Duel/the end of the original series.
Warnings: A bit angsty, and spoiler-y if you haven’t seen the end yet.
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“Yuugi, you have to clean your room.”
“…”
“Yuugi.”
“…”
“Yuugi!”
“…”
Sugoroku Motou sighed exasperated at the door and placed his hands on his hips in a reprimanding manner, although his grandson couldn’t see. For others, the gesture would be intimidating, but given his short stature… Well, Sugoroku could really care less at the moment.
“Young man, you listen to me right now. It’s been two weeks and I know your room’s still in the same disarray as I saw it before you locked yourself inside. Clean it now before you force me to make you do it. I understand your loss and why you are feeling this way, but the world doesn’t end here. You still have a life ahead of you, and I’m sure…” Hesitation, for the first time in his tirade, seeped its way into his delivery. “I’m sure Yami would say the same thing,” he finished softly.
He heard shuffling inside. At least Yuugi was acknowledging his words to some extent. He started to turn and walk back downstairs, but the opening of his grandson’s bedroom door prevented him from taking another step.
“I heard you, Jii-chan, I’ll get to it,” he murmured.
Sugoroku nodded stiffly. He knew Yuugi is soft-spoken, but the way he just… It was deathly quiet and so…so devoid of life. He had thought Yuugi took his departure well; sure, there had been the usual crying, but he had seemed resolved to live his life fully. In two weeks…something made his resolve shift, and he no longer grasped on to whatever promise was made.
He made a mental note to himself to try and worm it out of Yuugi the next time he catches him outside his solitude.
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Yuugi sighed. No doubt his grandfather made a point; his clothes were splayed across the bed, the floor, the back of his chair; the lampshade hung lopsidedly on its post; his bed remained unmade; and his desk was littered with ripped up pieces of paper and writing instruments.
He tried to amuse himself by imagining Jounouchi’s reaction to how his room looked. “Yuugi, man, you’ve really got to stop doing my job… I’m the messy one around here, remember?”
He bent down and picked up his black sleeveless top. It was crinkled, having been thrown carelessly in a random direction amongst other things. It still had a hint of cologne on it.
He grouped the remainder of his clothes in a pile, ready to just shove it all into the closet. His pile covered his vision, and he almost tripped on a stray book. He kicked it out of the way, reached for the knob, and turned it.
Not really caring where his clothes would end up, he placed the pile in a corner and his eyes caught something that immediately stole his whole attention away from his clothes.
At the very back of his closet was a pair of boots.
He looked at it in half curiosity and half trepidation.
‘Mine’s downstairs in the closet...what’s this doing here?’
Although the pair was slightly cloaked in dust, there was no mistaking the colour, the style...
And who they had belonged to.
Yuugi carefully took them out, ignoring his pile of clothes for the moment, and sat back. He blew away the dust, wiped them with the sleeve of his shirt, and stared.
Navy black, with just the least amount of studs (as compared to the neck buckles and bracelets) ringing around near the tips and the back, and small heels...
Two weeks ago, they were wearing the same pair of shoes...
Two weeks ago, he had fought against the one he loved, and won...
Two weeks ago, he was learning to live by himself again, with a gaping absence somewhere in the reserve of his mind...
Today, he was holding the same pair of shoes...
Today, these navy blue garments were the only things that linked him with his love...
The reality of Yami being truly gone, never to return, finally sank in.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 671
Authoress Notes: Four themes down, just 96 more to go! x.x
X-posted! *shot*