#azshipping

[nyupuun]

Ending Animation

[cielcin]

so i was surprised at the lack of 5ds amvs to this song so i decided to take matters into my own hands. pls enjoy my magnum opus (this is my first amv so pls pardon any mistakes;;;) i have another in the works

[nyupuun]

A shining, new star

[littlefreakyfanfiction]

Post-apocalyptic Z-one & Antinomy ~

He’d followed him. He still had no idea why; but yet he did. It seemed like nothing more than mere instinct, a need for salvation found within the dependence of another human, and who better than Yusei Fudo? The man was famous for leading others to salvation, and he had followed like a sheep following its master because really, what other choice did he have?

Not that it really mattered now; humanity was doomed either way. There was no point to any blame, though he was sure it could very easily have been placed upon him; for it was his card that sent the Momentum haywire; he should have listened, should have stopped.

“Antinomy.” The quiet male’s voice resonated throughout the small room. “Please, don’t blame yourself.”

Sometimes, he could simply not understand at all how the man always managed to pick up on his emotions, almost as if he could read one’s mind. It was never so, for once he had asked and he replied simply hat it was written all over his face. Antinomy had scoffed at the thought initially, but a brief catch of a reflection into a shattered piece of glass revealed it all. The man was right; remorse and blame had contorted his once bright features into a more aged and regretful look that made him seem so much older than his 20 human years.

Ever since then, Antinomy did his best to keep the more negative thoughts to a minimum, but they always came back. How could they not, when every day they managed to survive was just another reminder of what he had destroyed?

He’d asked the other man once; what was the point on surviving in this desolate world; a world where there was no hope on surviving, no hope in continuing the human race? It was then where Yusei – who insisted he was not who he thought, and to simply call him Z-one – took him to where they were currently.

The place looked somewhat familiar, but only when Antinomy thought really hard about it. It seemed like an old kitchen-cross-dining room, but only the remnants remained, clouded by fallen dust due to shattered walls and furniture; almost as if there was never any such thing as humanity in the joint. Z-one’s explanation of what he wished to achieve was not simple, and Antinomy didn’t fully comprehend what he was trying to accomplish, let alone his part in it all.

“Say Antinomy, how are you with a wrench?”

The words seemed simple enough, but Antinomy knew they meant much, much more. He said nothing, removing himself from the chair and walking beside the man, taking the wrench from him and getting the generator running with ease. Anyone who ever had proper experience with duel runners knew that mechanics and dueling came hand in hand; one couldn’t survive the world of speed without one or the other.

“Antinomy,” Z-one started, and Antinomy swore that there was a sense of nervousness in his voice, one that he hadn’t sure was even possible from the stoic man. “Antinomy, what would you say if we could change this? Stop this from happening?”

“How?” his words were nothing more than a breath, but it was enough. Z-one walked towards the window, making sure that he was still hidden from the ever rampaging Meklords. Antinomy followed, a habit that had bothered him at first, but he slowly stopped caring as he realized the mere importance of being with another human; he never wanted to feel the desolation that came with being alone ever again.

“This is all because of Momentum energy; it corrupted us until there was nothing left but the ash around us all.” Z-one spoke softly, keeping his voice low to avoid arousing suspicion. “But no matter what this mind rationalizes this situation as; there’s always hope. We find hope through our bonds, Antinomy, like how you and I have formed a bond though our commonalities are few and far between. And which I’d like to take advantage of that bond, if you don’t mind, and ask for your help.”

“Anything.” Antinomy replied instantly, to which he even shocked himself. He was brash, it was written into his genes, but was he really ready for what would definitely be a suicide mission? He exhaled melodramatically, knowing that even if he had not had this bond so Z-one stated, he would have walked straight into this mission simply because that’s who he was. He wanted to preserve life, to repent for taking so much away.

“I have an idea-“ Z-one began, before gripping at Antinomy’s shoulders and dragging him to his knees, using his own body as a shield as an object smashed through the already destroyed window, exploding and sending everything in its way flying. He winced as something entered his back, but did not release his hold until the impact was dimmed to nothing and the whirring noise of the ever present Meklords was gone.

“What the fuck.” Antinomy hissed at Z-one. “Are you insane?”

“I need you alive.” He retorted, feeling for the object wedged in his back, biting his lip when he realized that it was much larger than it felt. “shit.” He went to yank the object from his back, only to feel another hand stop him.

“Are you crazy?” Antinomy hissed once more, holding Z-one’s hand in place as he maneuvered from underneath him. “You’ll bleed to death if you pull it out without anything to stop the bleeding.”

Z-one huffed, knowing that the man was right and he was being irrational. He believed shock was the cause, so he gave no attention to it, only a small piece of gratefulness that he had someone like Antinomy to pick up the ball when he dropped it, and vice versa. He waited patiently as Antinomy ripped part of his already tarnished suit and made a donut knot around his back to maintain the pressure until his clotting begun to work, gently easing the shard from his back and doing his best to not make a sound despite the roar of pain erupting from his back.

“Z-one, you’ve got to be the luckiest man alive.” Antinomy breathed. “Not only did this not protrude an artery, but this just missed your spine.” He pressed the knot closer into his back, glad that the bleeding had started to slow down. Z-one grunted, annoyed that his plan would have to be set back further as he did his best to recover as quickly as possible.

Antinomy kept the knot pressed against his back long after the bleeding had stopped. He wasn't sure whether it was just shock of the situation, having come so dangerously quick and he hadn’t even recognized at all, or if it was simply because he was too scared to move his hands away, knowing that if he were to do so, then they would have to continue.

“Thank you, Antinomy.” He murmured after a while, and Antinomy finally gained the courage to yank his hands away. The muscles strained beneath him from staying in one position for too long, but he dismissed it once again as if it were nothing.

“You saved my life, again.” He breathed, the calamity of time helping him recollect his thoughts.

Z-one scoffed. “Reciprocated. If you weren’t here I probably would have bled to death.” He held out his hand and with a wince he pulled the blue haired man to his feet.

“An injury caused by my slow reflexes.” Antinomy countered, to which Z-one said nothing, realizing he had no chance of trying to counter out-maneuver his partner.

“Look, it doesn’t matter who caused it, all it matters is that it’s over.” He murmured after a while. “Do you want to hear about my plan?”