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shadow13dickpistons · 3 years ago

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Happy Birthday, Yugi Muto!

@pharaoh-ink absolutely DEMANDED I post this drabble I did while bored at work for Yugi's birthday, so, here you go: original manga arc/season 0 setting.

“(What’s a birthday?)”

Yugi paused in buckling the last of his belts and accouterments; he could hear and feel the spirit moving restlessly inside his puzzle. “What do you mean, what’s a birthday? It’s the day you’re born.”

“(That makes no sense. You were not born today, you are full grown.)”

“Not full grown,” he sighed, glancing at himself in the mirror. Surely he was due for just one more good growth spurt? “It’s the anniversary of your birth,” he clarified, and heard the spirit hum within.

“(You’re excited about it. Why?)”

“Yugi! You’ll be late for school!” His mother was calling from the bottom of the stairs, and Yugi hurriedly shoved his books into his bag.

“I’ll explain it later,” he promised, rushing down.

Along with his breakfast at the table, there was a small, chocolate-covered crème bun, and his eyes bugged in glee. His mother also looked very pleased about it, kissing him on the brow. “Happy birthday, Yugi, dear.”

As he wolfed down his food before Anzu arrived to walk with him, the spirit seemed to understand more. “(Ah, you like those.)”

“Uh huh.”

“(So birthdays are days for treats. Your mother gave it to you to make today special?)”

He didn’t know quite how to explain something so basic to him. After all, his birthday wasn’t the only day he could have a chocolate crème bun, but certainly he got one today because it was. He was spared this attempt by Anuz’s arrival. “Happy birthday, Yugi!” She had a small box for him, wrapped in colorful paper, and now the spirit was very interested.

“(What’s that? What’s this paper? What are these curls? Why is she giving you that? What’s inside it?)”

“Will you just give me a second! Oh-” He blushed at Anzu. “Not you – him.”

Her blue eyes lit up and she glanced quickly at the puzzle. “Is he giving you a lot of trouble today?”

“He doesn’t know what a birthday is. Or wrapping paper, either, I guess.”

“You don’t have to open it now.”

“No, I want to!” He did so carefully, not wanting to tear the paper. He folded that and slid it into his book bag, before opening the box. “Oh wow! Cologne!”

Anzu giggled and nudged him with her elbow. “You can smell like a sexy movie star now.” Yugi flushed from toe to head, and felt very hot. The spirit was still amused, but no longer asking so many questions. “Go on and try it, and let’s get going, before we’re late!” Yugi dabbed some along his throat, just above his choker, and took every opportunity of getting near Anzu so she could tell him how masculine and adult he smelled – in a good way, of course.

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“Jeeze, Yuge – you smell like you walked out of the perfume department.” Jonouchi waved his book to diffuse the odor somewhat.

“Anzu thinks I smell very grown up!” He’d been so pleased with the effect of the cologne, he might have put on just a teensy bit more to make that stronger. And then maybe a little more after that. This, at least, the spirit of the puzzle had no questions about. He apparently understood the purpose of colognes.

“Grown up, maybe, and working as a pim-”

“Shut up,” Honda cuffed him on the arm. “It’s his birthday!”

“(They can’t tease you, because it’s your birthday?)”

“It would be a little mean.”

“Here, Yugi,” Honda handed him a small package, this time wrapped in newspaper. “Jo and I got together and got this for you.”

“(More packages! What’s inside? Why isn’t this one all pretty like Anzu’s?)”

“Hush.” To his friends, he said, “You guys didn’t have to do that!”

“Aw, it’s not much,” Jonouchi smiled, though his eyes watered from the cologne. He watched Yugi open it and said, “It’s that new CD, from that scary band you like!”

“Oh, wow!” Yugi was ecstatic. “I can’t wait to listen to it! You guys are the best.”

“You’ll always be our buddy, pal.”

Yugi had never felt so loved before this. There was no birthday wish he could possibly make, because his puzzle had granted the only one he really wanted. Bakura had given him a card he made, with a small Zombire doodle by Hanasaki included inside, wishing him a “powerfully fun,” birthday. He set this at the end of his desk, waiting for class to start, when-

“Oh, Kaiba-kun’s here today!”

He felt the spirit curl inside the puzzle, like a dog with its hackles raised. “(Don’t like him.)”

“You don’t like anybody.”

“(That’s not true. I like Anzu.)”

The tall boy’s briefcase knocked the card off Yugi’s desk as he passed. He reached down to get it, but Kaiba had already covered the corner of it with his foot, stooping to see what it was. “Oh, uh…” Yugi felt unconscionably embarrassed.

Kaiba rose with the card in hand, giving it a quick once over. “It’s your birthday today?” He was so eerie, with these flat, blue eyes, and a mouth that rarelysmiled. But he was interesting, too: quiet, but very smart. He was always alone, and maybe Yugi pitied that – or maybe he just understood.

“U-uh-huh.”

Jonouchi and Honda were squaring up behind him as if a fight was about to break out. “That’s Yugi’s, give it back to him.”

Kaiba glanced from the card, to Yugi, to his friends – and snorted. “It’s not as if I wanted a bunch of toddler scribbles.” He held it out to Yugi. “Here. Happy birthday.”

“Th-thanks.”

Kaiba turned to go to his desk, but paused. “Are you wearing cologne?”

Yugi was spared from answering by the teacher entering and calling the class to order. It was only then he realized how quiet the spirit of the puzzle had been during this exchange. He soon realized why: he was still trying to catalog a list of people of whom he approved. “(I like you.)”

Yugi just smiled to himself.

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His grandfather’s gift was ready when he got home that afternoon. “Wow, Grandpa!” A holographic Dark Magician card. “Where did you get this!”

“I have my sources,” was all he said, very pleased.

“It’s awesome!” He hugged him, perhaps a little too enthusiastically for such an old man. “Thank you so much!”

The spirit particularly liked this present, and was in favor of going over the deck right then, but Yugi’s mother said no games and no playing his new CD until his homework for the evening was done; she knew he’d pay more attention to the music and cards than to his schoolwork. Like Yugi, the spirit was not in favor of homework. Luckily, he didn’t have to do any… “(Can I play a game while you do your work?)”

Yugi sighed, going to his shelf. “Sure…What did you want tonight?”

“(Those little magnets, the round ones.)”

“The desk toy?” Yugi took down a cylindrical tube full of super-magnets. “Be careful, they spill everywhere.”

“(I’ll be careful.)”

Yugi and the spirit had discovered that, if he let his mind go kind of blank, if he let his eyes go a little unfocused, the spirit could take the left hand while he remained busy with the right; this was crucial for surviving lectures, or the spirit would vibrate so intensely with complaints of boredom, Yugi couldn’t concentrate on what he was meant to be learning. He sort of lost sensation of his left side, and it was like he only could see from half the left eye, when they split in this manner. It was uncomfortable and disturbing at first, but like everything else involving the puzzle, he’d become accustomed to it with time. So tonight, he read his book while his left hand worked on whatever was occupying the spirit of the puzzle, and finally was able to finish about an hour before bed. He stood and stretched, shaking out his left hand to regain sensation in the fingers. “There! Shall we work on the deck?”

“(Wait. Look first.)”

“What is it?” Yugi turned back to the desk.

There, in a three-dimensional sculpture of small magnets, the spirit had written: “Happy Birthday, Yugi.”

He could feel the other him waiting with tense anticipation. “(Is it alright?)”

“This is what you wanted to do?”

“(Yes. Is it alright?)”

Yugi didn’t know what to do, so he wrapped his arms around himself and hugged his torso tight. “It’s wonderful. Thank you.”

He seemed to like it. “(Happy birthday.)”

#happy birthday yugi #yugioh #ygo #yugi muto #fanfiction #fanfic #drabble #shadow13 #shadow131

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mutemwija · 6 years ago

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Enchanted AU

Sorry for the little delay, but here’s the second chapter! It’s probably different from what you expected but I hope you like it anyway 😊You can also read it here or here 🌟

If you haven’t seen them already, check out @siosiri lovely comics for the first chapter! 💖💖

Entering

Bakura

His plan had been foolproof.

Over the past months he had made an effort to learn the prince’s schedule and habits to find the right time and place for his attack. No one but him seemed to notice or care that his royal shortness left and roamed through the city on a regular basis, especially not the guards – what was pretty damn sad when you thought about it – and it was almost too easy to get close to him at those times. And today, only two days before the coronation had been the perfect opportunity.

He had been in hiding and watched them closely, ready to strike his attack at the right moment. But then the events had taken an unexpected event.

He had watched fascinated and confused when his royal shortness disappeared through this fountain and how the girl had first been confused and finally ran away while calling her master in pure panic. When she had left he had sneaked closer to the fountain to see for himself if his victim wasn’t lying dead at the foot of the fountain. All he could see were little sparks of remaining magic, no prince. So, was he just gone? Or had she killed and eliminated him? Maybe turned him into amoeba he actually was.

Now that would be funny!

He made sure to stamp the ground around the fountain as unsuspicious but as hard as he could before he went back to his hideout when he heard them coming back. There he had stayed hidden and listened closely.

And he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

Apparently the girl had used a forbidden spell from her master’s book and Prince Atem, precious, inviolable, holy Prince Atem had been conjured away by this little magician girl to Anubis knew where! Kemet was without a ruler, the older magician in a deuce of a stir and he, Bakura was rejoicing in all that he was hearing.

It took quite a lot of his willpower not to laugh out and cheer loudly.

The gods had a sort of humor after all!

What could be better than that? Shorty was gone and that was exactly what he and his client wanted. He could just leave it at that and carry on with his own life and plan.

But… wait. He had wanted to get his hands on the prince to spice up his tedious, royal life with his own bare hands and this stupid girl had robbed him of his greatest chance!

Although… Well, he could just take revenge on the girl instead. She seemed a good enough replacement.

Then again he could feel his client’s stern, ruthless eyes on him like the ever watching eye of Horus and it made him shudder. He could already see his client torturing and probably beheading him instead of the future king and he would very much like to avoid that. Not to mention that besides this was some sort of contract kidnapping (killing to be honest – not by him, he would just torture him to his satisfaction but by his client later…) he had some business to settle with the bastard and to let him get away like that was the last thing he’d allow him to do.

So when he heard this priest talking about following his prince and preparing some dark magic veil he knew there was no other way for him to get what he wanted than following the priest and getting to the prince before he could. He cursed under his breath, checked his surroundings one last time and slowly weaseled his way towards the priest and his apprentice.

In the exact moment the magician threw the magic veil down the fountain and prepared to jump in it, Bakura made the last two steps, shoved him aside with a cackle and jumped down himself, only to be swallowed not by water but in a flood of strange colors and blinding stars that blocked his view in their light and engulfed him until everything around him was pitch black…

Mahad

The moment he saw the flash of silver and red pushing him to the ground, he knew who it was, he knew what he wanted and he knew exactly what was at stake.

It wasn’t only his best friend’s, his prince’s and future king’s life, no, it was the whole country’s welfare that seemed doomed and for a split second he felt pure, ice-cold panic ready to grip his brain. He fought it down again just as fast as it rose – headless rashness wouldn’t get him anywhere when his purpose was already clear.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the portal close but he was quick and already started to open another while he got back on his feet.

“Master…” aside from being puffy from crying, Mana’s eyes were now also widened in shock.

“Don’t worry, it will be alright.” He said in a rush as he concentrated on setting the spell right, again. “Go back to the palace and tell Shimon everything. He’ll understand and know what to do. Go straight to him and tell only him, Mana. Do you understand?”

The intensity of her master’s stare and his tone had Mana standing upright. She nodded once. “Yes, master.”

Mahad nodded back to her and inspected his veil one last time. He was nervous, surely but there was no other way. He had to find Atem and bring him back, preferably in one piece and before this thief.

“Please be careful, master.” Mana called out to him as he readied himself to jump. “And bring him back.”

“Safe and sound.” He gave her a confident smile and jumped into veil to find and rescue his prince.

The colors that surrounded him in the next second blinded and burned in his eyes and he shut them against the light right before he felt his body being swept away at such a high speed that he was unable to draw a single breath. The pressure on his lungs almost crushed him and he thought he would drown in this nothingness.

And then, right before he lost his consciousness he landed hard on something dark. His whole body burned and throbbed and ached and he needed a couple of moments to come to. He almost drank the air around him and filled his lungs with it to even his breathing. Only when his breaths were coming regularly again did he dare to open his eyes.

The sky above him was clouded and grey, rain wasn’t too far away he could tell but everything else was unrecognizable. Lights flashed in the misty air, buildings not made of stone or sand towered above his head and the noise was as ear deafening as the smell was disgusting.

He heaved and turned on his side – and that was when he saw him. Only about two cubits away, coughing and gasping just like him and without thinking further, Mahad shoved his own dizziness aside and with pure effort of will pushed himself up. He rolled his body over the other’s, gripped his arms and immobilized him as best as he could.

“Bakura!” He hissed dangerously low but all he earned in return was a provoking smirk. “What are you doing here?”

“The same as you, priest.” The smirk on his captive’s face turned even more poised. “Search our precious, little prince.”

Mahad shoved him harder into the ground at those words and thought of a way to stall time until he had collected enough magic in his hand. He knew he couldn’t overpower Bakura since the outlaw was physically stronger than him but he could still spellbind him, tie him to this place or make him talk and unveil his plans.

Everything to keep him away from Atem!

But something was off. Somehow this place or this world drained his magic and the time and energy he needed to ready such a simple spell was far too much. If things continued like this he couldn’t afford using too much or too long if he ought to bring not only Atem and himself but maybe Bakura home too. He had to be quick and he needed the rest of his magic to find Atem.

“And do what?” He pressed although he already knew the answer but he hoped Bakura was distracted enough not to realize that he had raised his hand.

“Oh, a lot of things.” Bakura teased, narrowed his eyes at Mahad and with a swift move turned them over and reversed their positions. Mahad tried to cast him off but Bakura’s grip was hard as iron and his grin manic. “This for example.”

A quick move of hand was the only warning Mahad got before a hot, sharp pain flashed through his side and he again gasped for air, desperately trying to keep himself from showing weakness with a scream. He felt his blood soaking his robes, the pain nagging at his sane mind and he concentrated it all on containing his magic.

If it would only bind Bakura for a moment he could have a chance of getting away.

But he hadn’t carried his thought to the end when Bakura’s next blow hit him right in shoulder and the magic he’d collected in his hand dissolved into the thin air he took it from.

He grunted in the back of his throat, still suppressing a scream and watched in growing horror as Bakura’s already feral smirk widened even more.

“Don’t you worry, priest. I’ll bring the prince to you.” He snarled and the air left Mahad’s lungs all at once when the thief’s weight lifted from his hurting body. Atem’s face appeared before his inner eye, the face of the one he swore to protect and give his life for and set out to find him in this bizarre realm. He could only imagine what he was going through at this very moment and where he was, but he needed to find him. He had to get to him before Bakura could! With a last struggle he tried to shake him off completely but Bakura used his wriggling to drive the knife into his upper leg with full force and then hissed in his ear. “Piece by piece.”

Mahad barely heard the mad cackle over the sound of the pained scream that was finally ripped from his throat and he could do nothing but watch helplessly as the thief disappeared into the shadows to which his senses began to fade as well.

#ygo enchanted au #thief king bakura #mahad #mana #yugioh #my writing #I'm really surprised by how big this has become #it wasn't my intention at all #but I'm really happy people seem to like it so much #i hope to keep up with everyone's expectations #😊💖

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ifwegettherebysunset · 7 years ago

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Synchroshipping: comfort, please :))

Finally answering a prompt! It’s a miracle lol

This one is called Velut Luna. Reincarnation, angst with a happy ending :D

Also under the cut, ALTHOUGH i would recommend clicking the Ao3 link, if only because I put some notes in the beginning that aren’t posted here!

O Fortuna, (O Fortune,)velut Luna, (like the moon,)statu variabilis. (you are changeable.)

Carmina Burana, Carl Orff

Although Memory World is based on truth, it isn’t accurate. Not just in Atem’s ability to bring modern knowledge, but the omission of vitally important people to create a narrative that focuses solely on the Pharaoh.

But now, as Atem stands in his newly-illuminated soul, he remembers the night of his coronation celebration as it really happened.

Visitors, six in all, striding into the palace. Their hoods are pulled back, revealing different ethnicities as their bared arms reveal the same shade of red. They bow. They name themselves as individuals, and then as one:

“We are the Signers, Pharaoh. We are here to help.”

Signers.

A dragon head adorns the speaker’s arm. The taut muscle is almost identical to the one Atem had seen not nearly as long ago. The tone and appearance couldn’t be more different, but those eyes. The look in those eyes are the same.

The Guardians sense old souls residing in these Signers. Old and powerful. But Isis and Mahaad also sense benevolence. Though skeptical, Atem allows them to join the celebrations. He calls the Dragon Head Signer from his fellows, that he may speak with him quietly during the proceedings.

The Signer remains quiet and polite. He allows Set’s not-so-subtle interrogation, replying that “Akakiryu” harbors their children from life to life, replacing them in the world when the time comes.

“We bear different names than those of our first lives,” he says, “and perhaps every previous name will be forgotten one day. But our purpose never changes. As your Guardians protect you, Pharaoh, so do we protect the world.”

That is the first sign of darkness brewing. The Thief King does not attack that night, but the Dragon Head Signer relates the premonition that the Crimson Dragon brings. If the Signers are here, their enemies are not far behind.

“You bring danger to our land?” Set hisses.

“No,” the Signer replies with perpetual calm, “The danger would have come regardless.”

He eyes the Sennen Items with a foreboding sorrow that Atem will remember when the truth comes. He must have sensed the gilded bloodshed the instant he arrived. Atem wonders what first impression the Signers had.

The Thief King does ambush the palace a week after the ceremony. In that time, Atem remembers watching the Signers roaming in the night, holding hands and whispering prayers. He remembers thinking time and again of what were then brown eyes, surrounded by young skin yet old at their core. Atem had always felt terribly inexperienced around the Signers.

Atem’s father is not brought to this ambush, as Bakura originally did not plan to immediately take over the kingdom, but erode the Pharaoh’s authority overtime to cause as much suffering as possible. But he is still vengeful, his anger still untamed, and his soul tries to aim directly at Atem.

The stars themselves protect him, bathing the darkened room in millions of gorgeous lights. Standing before it all is the Dragon Head Signer, holding his mark as the Guardians would a diadhank.

The other Signers gather around him. The sand splits on strangling vines. The fires in the braziers break into two streams, one roaring red, the other gentle gold. Stones break from the floor to form armor. The air whips feathers of all colors into one black whole.

Bakura is repelled with a surprised yell. The world rights itself, from replaced stones to reformed constellations.

Among the cheers, the Signers are horrified.

“Impossible,” one Claw Signer whispers.

“How?” the Tail Signer asks.

“What is it?” Mahaad says.

The Dragon Head Signer swallows. “That man…he has taken every Earthbound Immortal into his soul.”

“What kind of hatred does he harbor that can swallow all of them?” the Wing Signer cries.

Aknadin is incredibly still.

Atem remembers falling in love.

It’s a steady affection, reliable as stars at night. He’s not sure when it starts, but he knows when he figures it out.

Once again, he has called the Dragon Head Signer to his side. They walk by the pond, admiring the moonlight against the water.

The Signer says, “I think of stars as the hearts of those who watch over us. Friends, guardians, mothers, fathers. When one falls, that simply means they are ready to rest.”

“We have stories made of stars,” Atem replies.

The Signer smiles in his quiet way. “Yes. They provide inspiration. They provide our own beings.” He raises his mark. “Because of my dragon, I can sense their glow. I see it in everyone. Even the Thief King has a speck of stardust left, faint as it is.”

Atem’s eyes narrow. “Do you pity him?”

“No. But it’s strange.”

“What is?”

The Signer looks him in the eye. Atem should punish him for it. He never does.

“When I look at the stardust that makes you, Pharaoh, I see the same stardust in me. Whatever it is that makes us who we are, our souls are of the same constellation.”

Comparing himself to the Pharaoh, especially as an equal, is doubly deserving of punishment. In that moment, however, Atem breathes out and actually feels as if he breathes from human lungs. It’s the first time it’s happened since his father died.

He is not divine when the Dragon Head Signer stands with him. He is fallible. He is human. Yet he is still beloved.

Atem’s heart doesn’t so much as tell him as remind him that he’s in love. It doesn’t feel new, though the realization is. It’s recognition. As if the Signer’s talk of having the same stardust is true, and they’re finally seeing each other as they are.

“I don’t know what it means,” the Signer says, “but I am proud to stand at your side. Not just as a Signer, but as a person. I never thought that could be possible.”

“No,” Atem murmurs, “me neither.”

They have a month of evading attacks. A month of little smiles and starlit kisses, of the Guardians’ suspicious side-eyes and the Signers’ teasing glances.

Atem remembers dying.

The Signers fall one by one, using every ounce of their power to weaken Zorc. They play an integral role in Atem’s fight, paving the way for a killing blow.

The Dragon Head survives the longest. He is there when Atem makes his final oath.

He takes him in his arms, cradling Atem’s face.

“I’m terrified,” Atem whispers.

The Signer touches their foreheads. “There is always hope, Atem. Always.”

The final image Atem has of his life is the Signer pleading to the sky. “Akakiryu! Your beloved child begs one final wish.” Then of tearful brown eyes looking down on him. “Though he casts himself into darkness, let there be stars to guide his way. May he not wallow forever lost. No matter how long it takes, let us meet again in the light!”

The Crimson Dragon curls through the air. It creates a circle. Stardust Dragon dives through it, straight for the dying.

“Victim’s Sanctuary!”

The Dragon Head touches the Sennen Puzzle.

It had been his power that called Sugoroku. His starlight that glittered gold on the Puzzle’s box.

Yet when he and Atem met, they didn’t recognize each other.

Now Atem stands before the Door and wonders if that old soul will continue to wander in the Crimson Dragon’s heart. They did meet again in the light. There had certainly been a connection, but was that all they were allowed?

Something resonates through the chamber, making everyone sway. There’s no voice, no feeling, but a pressure that conveys a message. Atem’s not sure if there are any human words to capture it.

Choose.

Atem looks at his hands, not knowing why until he sees his fingers glittering.

“Atem?” Yugi’s tearful voice calls.

Atem remembers love and says, “Where he travels, I travel with him.”

The lights rise from his skin.

Names are important. They are keys. Atem knows this too well.

When he opens his eyes and sees a changed city, then, his first word is a name.

“Quyllur.”

Across the city, Fudou Yusei drops his wrench.

Crow and Jack pause over cleaning their own D-Wheels. “Yusei?” Crow calls.

As the Signers’ marks gather on his back, Yusei laughs. Laughs and laughs, until tears are streaming down his face and he’s snatching his helmet.

“I’ll be back!” he shouts jubilantly.

“Yusei, what’s going on?”

“I’ll be back!”

He speeds off, as fast as his engine can go. Stardust Dragon shimmers in his mind’s eye, cork-screwing like a happy hatchling. Confused and more than a little concerned, Jack and Crow follow.

What the other Signers see is this:

Yusei braking at a harbor overlooking Neo Domino’s highways. His throwing off his helmet with a carelessness he’s never shown, running recklessly to a stranger. A stranger that looks eerily similar to Mutou Yugi.

They watch as Yusei and this stranger collide, Yusei swinging him around until they’re both dizzy with laughter and tears.

When they kiss, the onlookers naturally utter incoherent “eh?” noises.

In their own corner, though, Yusei’s whispering, “Atem?” and Atem’s replying, “Yes, it’s me, I’m here.”

Their words jumble, then smooth into conversation. Yusei apologizes for not remembering. Atem soothes him, reminds him that he hadn’t either.

“It must have been my merging with Yugi’s soul. And my time locked away. I don’t know if that stardust is still with me.”

Yusei takes his hands and steps back. He glances over Atem’s face and shoulders, then smiles the same way he had by the pond thousands of years before.

“No. It’s still there.”

Atem kisses him again. “I don’t know how to repay you. Or the others. What the Signers did…what you did…”

“I’d do it again,” Yusei replies earnestly. Steadfast as ever. “But―how are you here?”

“When I stood at the Door to the Afterlife, your prayer gave me one last gift. Instead of pass on, I chose to come to you. In this life, at least, I will be with you.”

Yusei’s eyes widen. “You…chose me?”

Atem tilts his head. “Of course I did.”

Yusei snatches him close. “Thank you.”

“I’d do it again.”

After a moment of just holding each other, Yusei murmurs, “The chain was broken. This is the last life the Signers have.”

“The Puzzle is gone too,” Atem replies, “At least its power is.” He smiles, tugging lightly at a strand of Yusei’s hair. “It seems we’ll pass on together.”

Yusei catches his fingers and kisses them. “We’ll live together.”

The sun has set. They kiss under the stars.

(Neither Crow nor Jack has stopped yelling.)

#synchroshipping #writing by sunset

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pastthevaulteddoors · 8 years ago

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Some highlights from DSOD

Under cut! Spoilers.

Part 1

The Duel Links commercial before the show. Was so friggen CORNY! Could you not see Kaiba’s boner for Duel Monsters?

Nice opening with the gold like the Items and the swirling dimensions.

Roland is in it!

WTF is with Grandpa Motou’s voice? That was cringe-worthy.

Solomon asking Yugi why Tea didn’t come around any more to walk together to school. Yugi replies “Only little kids walk together, Grandpa!” with a little embarrassed smile, only to wave hello to a cat and get cutely bumped in the shoulder by Tea when they, heh, walk to school together.

Joey riding his bike through a busy sidewalk and the cop(?) saying. “Don’t you know the speed limit?!” with Joey’s reply, as he’s riding away “Nope! Going too fast to see it.” Cheeky bastard.

Tristan with his constant belief that it’s Ryou Bakura’s accent that gets him all the girls (while two giggling girls later at the mall go “he’s like movie star handsome!”)

Bakura is obviously annoyed by the fan club.

No one asks Bakura what he wants to do after they graduate.

But they do all accept that once high school is over, they won’t be together anymore. Even declaring that when Yugi’s game makes it big they’ll all get together to play it.

Interesting to note, Joey has some fun ideas of jobs and futures. A wrestling dummy, a Duelist. Good, creative ideas, while Tristan is severely grounded and accepting the work he has to do at his father’s firm. It’s a great play off each other and you can see how they both benefit from their friendship.

Joey asking “Am I crazy?” when asking why he can yet cannot remember Aigami and Tristan’s strangely sincere and gentle explanation. “No, you’re just dumb.”

They never call Atem “Yami.” Not once! The Yugi-tachi call him Atem and Pharaoh, Kaiba calls him Pharaoh.

Even the simple details like the fence on the bridge is amazingly gorgeous and pretty. Seriously, this movie is beautiful without taking away from the original style.

Joey jumping off a bridge and tripping a the bottom saying “That was on purpose,” breaks up the bullies that are baring down on Aigami.

Aigami has a smexy voice. Seriously.

“How do I know him but not know him?” Yugi, you have hosted an magic Pharaoh for years! Shouldn’t you be investigating this?! It’s obviously not normal!

WTF is a dirty water dog, Joey?

At the warehouse where Aigami is apparently supposed to get a beating, he just changes the tone of his voice and already the bullies are shitting themselves. “Do you have a wand or something?” one of them asks.

The warehouse scene at the beginning makes me think of Season 0. Good times, good times.

The bullies are disappearing, and one yells. “We’re history!” but Aigami corrects him; “No, history is remembered.” Burn!

We NEVER see or hear from the bullies again. I guess they were forgotten...

Well, except for the picture in the newspaper... but after that, that’s it. We never learn their fate.

The cathedral scene where Kaiba conjures Atem is amazing. I fangirled when Kaiba answers Atem’s question to why he’s there. “I didn’t bring you all the way here to ask you to dance.”

He did, Atem. Kaiba f’in wants to dance with you, vertically, preferably on a bed (though not required).

Kaiba’s inner monologue is enjoyable.

Kaiba to Atem on a move. “You set me up!” then a move later. “But I knew you’d set me up.” And he BEATS ATEM! Only to find out it’s a kick ass hologram science-y mumble jumbo.

Kaiba’s power and authority is SCARY. He could be an incredibly fierce super villain if he wanted. Instead, he reproduces the Pharaoh from memory, even his “perfectly coiffed hair.”

Ha! Yes, he says that!

But seeing this kid, Kaiba, that is younger than Yugi, who should be right now enjoying his youth and graduating with the others, is towering his authority over adults who probably shit their pants when he breathes at them.

There was a science guy that was in the series there, Scott Irvine. Was nice too see familiar faces. Pretty sure there were more that I missed.

Why was Duke working at a kiosk at the mall when he (or manga his father) owns a game shop? Or with Atem winning that duel way back when against Duke really mean he had to close down the shop?

Joey was, yet again, in a dog suit.

...and fired because a clown boss told him to stop clowning around and that selling ice cream is not a joke.

Also, Joey at Tea’s ice cream out of her hand! XD

Okay, but seriously, Kaiba was landing his plane in Egypt to meet his brother and his peeps and to see the Puzzle for himself, and he jumps out of the jet before it even lands! Like, who does that?!

Kaiba does, apparently. And two seconds after he landed, the jet touched down right behind him.

It clearly showed his manipulation of technology when he landed the jet with a simple clicker button.

Mokuba taking this all in stride. He still loves his big bro.

Can we just talk about how adorable Mokuba is in this? Because he is.

Someone (Mokuba?) tells Kaiba that it took Yugi eight years to assemble the Puzzle when Kaiba says he’ll do it in a few hours. Kaiba tells them “Because Yugi is a simple-minded child.” I snickered because it’s not true.

How the heck did Kaiba know who Aigami was and how to avoid getting hit by his magic? Is his tech now a combination of science and sorcery? In the six months since Atem’s been gone, how deep did Kaiba go to figure out what the Puzzle was about? Kaiba has clearly gone further than just wanting to find the Puzzle but to take apart the very essence of what it is. He doesn’t even question that putting it together will magic him back. He doesn’t question Aigami’s magic.

Not sure if that is 4Kids or what.

Aigami “You have your own collective of consumers and employees” when comparing Aigami’s Plana peeps and Kaiba’s peeps. I just liked that line so I added it here. XD

Kaiba; “You cower from power, I embrace it!” when Aigami ends his turn with four face-down cards and his weird cube dudes. I don’t play this game, but even I know these rules were crappy.

The Quantum Cube was OP, come on.

Seeing Blue Eyes and her variations in this new style was breathtaking.

Okay, so, when Kaiba is surprisingly down and is on the brink of losing, you see his heart call out to him in the same way Yugi or Atem call on the Heart of the Cards. He dramatically pulls out a card after he says “I will duel (Atem) again!” and comes out with “Obelisk the Tormentor!”

Aigami is shocked, and tells him that card doesn’t exist anymore! That he can’t play that monster.

Kaiba quips. “It’s not a monster, it’s a god!” and Obelisk punches Aigami in the face! Sorry Aigami, you might have a sexy voice, but you’ll never be a match for Kaiba’s... everything else.

The fight doesn’t officially end, but I guess Kaiba won? The box with the pieces of the Puzzle is ready for transport. Mokuba takes after his brother and hops onto the box as it’s lifted out of the Shrine of the Underworld by a helicopter. However, apparently Aigami doesn’t take defeat (or a duel) as seriously as Kaiba and even if he lost or not, tries to steal the Puzzle.

Mokuba headbutts Aigami. It’s great stuff. GO MR. MOKUBA!

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