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Ocean Mist	By : Lechan Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A.N. Okay so this is the first
snippet to my fic “Heart of the Ocean.” I don’t know what to say about it
except that it’s just a short companion piece to my other story, just to show
that, yes, Yami and yugi lived “happily ever after.”

Disclaimer: Gods, when I finally
get rights to this show, I will have a movie made where Yami returns and fucks
Yugi blind. Or into a coma, which ever comes first. ^-^ But, sadly, I’m still
trying to buy a copy of the Doujinshi, “Soul Cross 2
and 3” let alone get the series… *Sigh* So, bugger off, I don’t own anything.
*Tear*

Ocean Mist
(Snippet
One of “Heart of the Ocean”)

2016 A.D. Puget Sound, Washington
State

Thick fog rolled in off of the
black waters, masking the view of the lapping waves that collided against the
dock’s edge, creating the sound of light tapping, that haunted the night. In
the distance, the clang of the deep water buoy clanged, as the ocean rocked it
from side to side. The steady pendulum of sound surrounded the cold dock, the
direction of the ringing clear, but the visage of it hidden from prying eyes.
The air was chill with moisture,
brought in by the fog, soft as the wind that blew the rain against gentle
cheeks and arms that tried to curl deeper into the thin jacket for warmth. The
wet wood of the dock was darker than normal, slick and somewhat spongy from the
light mist. No one had bothered to seal the wood, and it would be rotten come
next fall, already one could peal up a thin layer of black growth with a
fingernail, if they so chose to.
A night fowl gave a soft sound. Was
it a Heron, out among the shallow water reeds, standing proud upon on leg, or
was it a Loon, it’s haunting melody a sonnet fallen from it’s mouth as it
mourned the night? Whatever it was, it played just below the harsh ringing of
the buoy, creating a song, that both terrified and intrigued.
Wide, blue, eyes desperately sought
to see in the darkened night. Shoulder length, auburn hair was mussed from
sleep and clinging to pale cheeks, reddened from warm sheets and chill winds.
Her bare feet, snugly pressed inside of her boots, felt clammy from the lack of
socks. They were cold and felt nasty, but she dared not move from her place
beside, and slightly behind, the third post that a dingy was tied to, the small
rubber boat bobbing with the waves, like an infant’s cradle.
Her white night-dress was muddied at
the end, damp with her sweat and the mist. She breathed deeply, her heart
pounding loudly in her chest. Night fears plaguing her mind, trying to force
her from her place, to retreat back to the security of her blankets and bed,
but she remained rooted to the spot. After all, she was watching a criminal.
The thought saddened the girl, and
she squirmed lightly, not enjoying the feeling of betrayal that coursed through
her young twelve year old body. Anzu Tea Gardner, looked down at her shiny
boots sadly, wondering why it had turned out like this. It was her first crush,
her first attraction, that had just stolen from her family’s museum where he’d
been working for over three months now.
Lifting azure eyes to the figure
that sat alone on the edge of the dock, as if waiting for something, Anzu
almost started to cry. She scrubbed at her eyes with her sleeve, the wet wind
breaker only causing her more chills and discomfort. Even in the bad lighting
and weather conditions, Anzu could see his odd spiky hair, dipping low with the
added weight of the water. His pale skin glowing like moonlight, and sparkled
with the dew that clung to him. In his small hands he held the small golden trinket.
One that gave positive proof that Atlantis existed, and carried some ancient
hieroglyphs giving the impression that Egypt had once been connected to the
ancient lost city. It was her parent’s biggest find, and most treasured piece
of history they had managed to collect, and now the mysterious amethyst eyed
employee, had just stolen it, and was now sitting on the dock, feet resting in
the cold April water, humming a song that seemed to match the Loon’s lullaby
that called in the distance, waiting for some one, or something.
Anzu narrowed her eyes as a cold
droplet trickled down her neck as an excessive amount of dew gathered in her
hair, and refused to shudder and give away her position. She had to see what he
was doing. She knew that she should have called the cops, should have woken her
mother and father the moment she heard the front door open, and she saw Yugi
making his way toward the museum. She knew all of this, but still, she had to
see for herself, had to know why her love had done something so cruel, when he
appeared so innocent. It was a matter of pride for her, and so here she was, soaked to the bone, watching as the
boy she was certain that she loved, sang a song that she could not
understand—but instinctually knew to be sad—and waited at the end of an old
dock.
She had just begun to wonder if Yugi
intended to toss the trinket back into the sea, when she heard it. A soft
ripple of water, a disturbance in the repetitive sloshing of the tide. Anzu’s
heart began to double it’s speed and her breath quickened in fear. Irrational,
she was sure, but fear all the same. The water shifted and moved, like ink
beneath the fog that threatened to choke out all that lived there.
She felt the urge to run forward and
protect the boy, that was more man than he looked, from being hurt, but as she
had done for most of her life, she suppressed the urge to do so. After all,
what did she really know about him? He had joined the museum two months back.
He read hieroglyphs with ease, and never lost his gentle smile. Anzu felt her
cheeks heat up as she remembered the moment she decided that she loved the
small amethyst eyed boy.

She
ran through the building, tears blinding her. She hardly noticed the concerned
looks she was given by the workers her parents had hired to help out. Those
that were around for the longest would only watch her with pity, while those
who had not been there long, would just think she was being an emotional
pre-teen.
It
was a normal reaction, she guessed, as pissy as it
was, how was one supposed to deal, or react to the crumbling relationship of a
family, and the poor child who was the cause of her parent’s arguments. She
glared, wishing that she had had the guts to walk into the office where the
raised voices where coming from and scream at the top of her lungs that their
yelling was what was ruining her life, that she didn’t care if her father had
had an affair while her mother had been half mad with depression after her
birth. After all, he came back, and never saw that broad again! Sure it was
wrong, and sure he fucked up, but he didn’t repeat the mistake, and he knew the
wrong he’d dealt them.
But
she hadn’t.
And now she was running through
the museum, blind by the liquid pain that dripped from her azure eyes.
She
rounded a corner, just a bit to close, and caught her shoulder on the wall,
spinning her slightly. Her school uniform skirt billowed up, her hair flying as
she tripped. She closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the impact that would
hurt less than her heart, and give her an excuse for her distress and tears.
Strong
arms caught her as she fell against a warm chest. She let out a small cry as
she felt the person who had caught her kneel down to the ground, somewhat
pushed over by her slight weight. She vaguely noticed how her savior was only
slightly taller than she was, and worried that a classmate from her catholic
school would find out that her parents where thinking of divorce, moved to
escape wiping at her eyes, babbling to cover, blaming the wall for scaring her,
and was brought to a halt when she met understanding amethyst.
Anzu
gasped for air, and swallowed her excuse, when the beautiful boy before her
smiled kindly, tucking her hair behind her ear, as gentle and kind as a father
or a protective brother, and said, “Careful, those walls can be dangerous,
Anzu-chan.”
Anzu
flushed darkly, and turned away angry, standing up and smoothing down her skirt
in an attempt to forget her embarrassing encounter. She was suddenly angry at
him. He didn’t understand her pain. No one did. “What would you know?”
Anzu
snapped, feeling angry tears well up, and she grit her teeth, not liking the
weak feeling the tears gave her, and felt the boy stand behind her. She was
expecting to be chastened or ignored, and was surprised when he did neither.
“You’re
right, I don’t know. But, I have run into enough walls to know that they can be
deceptively cunning.”
Blinking
in confusion, Anzu turned to look at the boy, who neither accused her of being
a brat, or pry into her affairs. Her anger drained away as he extended a hand,
his smile genuine as he introduced himself, “I’m Yugi Mutou. I work for your
parents. It’s nice to meet you, Anzu-chan.”
Anzu
shook his hand dumbly, unsure how to react to his truthful innocence.
“May
I ask why you were running? Or is it none of my business?” Yugi asked, his tone
not condescending or rude in the least. It was a simple question, showing that
she had every right to tell him to buzz off, and the tears were falling once
more. Sobbing she reached out, wrapping her arms around the short man and
simply let her wounds bleed for the first time in years.
Why
she was trusting this man she hardly knew, she had no clue, but she was, and he
wasn’t offended in the least. Arms held her close, comforting her as much as he
could, doing the job her parents had long forgotten about.
In that moment, Anzu knew, she
loved him.
Only question was, in what way?

The splashing of water jerked Anzu
from her memories, and she covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming.
Her eyes were wide as she looked to Yugi, fearful for his safety, and she
nearly screamed again when she saw the thing that her Yugi had been waiting
for.
“What took you so long?” Yugi asked
in a teasing reprimand, and Anzu was further shocked by the soft, loving smile
on Yugi’s face. Yugi leaned closer, and placed a tender kiss on the lips of the
creature that had appeared from the water, and Anzu’s jaw dropped.
“Sorry, little one, I was side
tracked by another expedition.” The merman said. Anzu almost passed out, she
could barely keep breathing as shock raced through her. There was a merman, a merman, talking to her crush, and her
crush had just kissed this man on the lips! She swallowed hard, feeling her
face heat in embarrassment from seeing such a thing. She supposed that she
should have been more angry by it, jealous, and enraged and disgusted. But, she
wasn’t. Instead she felt like she was peeping in on her brother. Besides, the
merman was gorgeous. Where Yugi had been soft and innocently beautiful, this
other was dark and sensually so. And together…
Her
cheeks turned darker.
“Here it is.” Yugi said, holding out
the small artifact that he had stolen, and Anzu noticed the sad look on both of
their faces when Yugi spoke again. “… you’re name… it’s on it.” The merman’s
crimson eyes looked pained, and he ran his fingers over the carvings on the
gold surface, and Anzu became confused. Why would his name make him so sad? And
why would his name be on such an old piece of art?
“You know, we could leave it.” Yugi
said, and his near look alike looked up at him startled, and Anzu felt tears
well in her eyes from the pained yearning she saw in those narrowed depths, and
she somehow knew that such a weak emotion should never show from those eyes. “…
we can keep the true power from them, and then you will—“
Yugi was cut short as the merman
pulled him down, and sealed his lips over the soft gentle one’s of Yugi. Anzu
blushed, watching as Yugi relaxed and allowed the other to deepen the contact,
and even from the distance she was at she could tell that the kiss was not
innocent, that it held tongue. She squirmed feeling tingly at the thought of
kissing with tongue, it was still a weird topic that made her uncomfortable,
but then again, she was still young.
The merman finally pulled back,
smirking, his eyes no longer haunted and yearning, and he stroked Yugi’s cheek
lovingly. “No,” Yugi looked about to argue, but the merman shook his head once,
and smiled, the image was enough to make Anzu’s knees quake. “I like being dead
to all but you, little one.”
There was a still moment, and even
time seemed to stop in awe of the beauty of their love. Anzu breathed out in
astonishment. Even though most saw their careing as wrong, on more than one
level alone, it was still a wonderful thing, and caused Anzu’s heart to hurt.
Was that
what love really was?
Yugi broke the moment with a nod,
and moved to leave, Anzu almost cried out for him to stop, but the merman
seemed to feel the same since he reached out, and grabbed Yugi’s wrist, stopping
him from moving. “Must you return?” He asked, his voice a low sound that made
Anzu shudder, and she wondered if Yugi had the same reaction.
“… I can’t just leave her alone,
Yami. She’s confused and lost. She still needs me.” Yugi said, and Anzu gasped
realizing that he was speaking of her, and suddenly felt wretched. Was she the
one who would destroy their relationship as the other woman had done to her
parents? Tears welled up, but never had the chance to fall, as the merman,
Yami, smirked, and shook his head.
“You can’t save the world, my light.
She needs to learn to stand on her own feet, and I’m sure you’ve already shown
her that.” Yami said, and Anzu turned to watch as Yugi contemplated his
decision, looking back and toward her home, Anzu held her breath slinking
further behind her wooden cover.
“Still…” Yugi breathed, looking sad.
Anzu couldn’t believe how much he cared for her, and she barely knew him, and
he her. Something warm spread through her chest then, and seemed to give her a
greater power and strength than she’d ever known herself to possess.
“Little one,” Yami said, pulling
Yugi toward the dock’s edge once more. “Come, your work is finished. Let your
influence guide the girl. After all, I doubt any one could forget you.”
Yugi blushed, and nodded once. He
stripped from his clothes, letting them fall into a pile on the floor, Anzu
turned away, closing her eyes until she heard the water ripple. When she looked
back there was nothing but the fog. Jumping to her feet she ran to the edge.
She knelt and lifted the white button-up top that he’d worn all the time that
she’d known him, and picked it up, standing and looking around for the boy
she’d known but a short time. The wind billowed her night dress and windbreaker
as she held her hands—and his shirt--close to her heart.
In the distance she thought she saw
two tails splash above the water, one violet the other opalescent moonlight,
and then they were gone, swallowed by the night. Anzu gripped the shirt
tightly, feeling more tears fall.

“Why
are you so nice to me, Yugi?” Anzu asked, as she held her ice cream in her
hand, sitting on the museum steps, her school uniform rumpled from her hard day
at school. There had been a new student, and she had actually walked up to him
as her school mates had teased him, and befriended him. Her only thought, that
Yugi had done the same for her, and now she was curious as to why.
Yugi
chuckled, and met her eyes with a grin. “Because, everyone is worth the time to
get to know them, to try and understand them. Life’s too short not to try. Even
if it seems pointless, loving someone enough to be kind, could save a life.”

Through bright tears, Anzu saw the
sun rise. The heat banishing the fog, as the light banished the darkness, and
turned everything to glittering rainbows and sunshine. Looking around, it was
hard to believe that her parents had been robbed, and the one she loved had
been a merman, and had left with his lover under the veil of fog and night,
with the song of the loon and the buoy on their tail ends. And now, just like
the mist upon the glassy waves, all was gone and forgotten, except for kind
amethyst eyes, and wise words of trust.
Anzu smiled, holding the shirt
close.
It was
time she tried to live.
The sun
rose, and the ocean mist faded, and a new day began.

I dip my hands into this
darkness.
This is the ink of our lifetimes.
Here in this world of utter
silence,
Let the stones speak to me.

Tattooed here across my skin, ‘I
will live,”
Like a rose that grows from the
wreckage,
Blood read, beautiful—
As the storms all around me are
now breathless.

Is this the end of the Raging
Road,
Through the tangled mind?
Is this the end of starlit skies?
Are we walking blind?

Let me set out through this
morning.
Open arms to greet the empty
ages.
Reborn, see how I’m circling.
I’m a sailor – eternal,
Is this the death of time?
Is this the end of blue psychic
seas?
Are we sailing blind?

Oh, look down on me,
Watch over me, as I walk across
this world.
Oh, hold me in hidden hands.
Let us go.

Oh, look down on me,
Watch over me, as I walk across
this world.
Teach me how to take my first
footsteps,
… to the end.

(“Walking Through the Empty
Age”—Yoko Ishida)

~Owari~

June 12, 2022 A.D.

Warm sunlight beat down upon the
dock, row boats and dingys tied to the posts, bobbed lightly in the afternoon
sun. The light sparkled off of the oceans surface, glittering like millions of
tears. A figure stood at the very edge, shoulder length auburn hair swaying
lightly. A white dress shirt, that looked almost her size, clad her top pulling
tight around her hips where the girl had tied it up in front. Her arms held
herself in a hug, as the wind lifted her green plaid school skirt up like a
bell around her thighs, black knee socks adorned her shins hiding beneath brown
loafers.
Azure eyes looked over the sea with
a gentle look of love and thanks. A smile pulled up the corners of herm mouth,
as she watched the sea as she always had. She’d be leaving soon, for another
city by another sea, but in her heart this little rotting dock would remain her
safe place. Amethyst eyes and kinds smiles, would forever remind her of what
she was, and that life was by no means beautiful by default.
“Oh, look, there she is Kara! Hey,
Anzu!” The sharp cry of a young man’s voice pulled the girl from her musings,
and she smiled when she looked upon a brown haired boy, his navy eyes hidden by
thick glasses. He was tall, and handsome now that six years had given him time
to mature. Beside him stood a small girl, her azure eyes bright with unshed
tears and now joy at seeing her half-sister.
“Sissy!” The little girl cried out
joyously, black pigtails swinging by her rounded cheeks. It looked like she was
about to run out onto the dock, but the man stalled the little girl, bending
down to speak with her, and Anzu smiled. She ad to return home before her
mother and step-father had time to worry. Besides, she only had three months
before she left for New York, her dance collage awaited her.
Just as
her fiancée and half-sister did just down the dock.
No, the
world wasn’t perfect and beautiful by default.
It was
beautiful because of all the pain it had endured, and continued to endure.
Just as
Anzu wished to be.
She smiled one last time, clutching
the shirt close as she turned, whispering one final time to the sea, before she
returned to the world of ‘reality.’
Thank you… Yugi.

In the distance, an opalescent tail
flicked the waves, and then was gone.

“She’ll
be just fine, Little one.”
“I
know.”

A.N. Well, that’s it for the
first snippet. Hope it made sense, and Yugi was only supposed to influence
Anzu’s life a little, to show that with one small meeting you can change a
person’s life. ^-^ Hope it got across. If you want the song at the end, e-mail
me and I’ll send it to you. ^-^ Anyway, look out for the next one. And please
review!
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