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Prompt: Day 6 - Wartime

Pairing: Janushipping (Kurosaki Ruri/Dennis Mackfield)

Not a sequel to the other one. The last "angsty Dennis" prompt fill. And the last one with Ruri. Say bye to my fave bracelet girl with me.

#arc v rare pair week #Arc V #janushipping #Dennis/Ruri #Darkday writes fanfic #YGO #denruri #so much joy in my heart over this one #the most epic longrunning wordvomit fill of all #once again a vomit mention invades my tags about a Dennis fill #perhaps Freud strikes again #lateposting 2017

Winter DenRuri Shoot from a few months ago~ Ruri: @ryuucifer Dennis: (me) Photographer: Zander

#photo #arc v #ruri kurosaki #dennis macfield #Denruri #ygo

Title: halcyon days

Synopsis: The weird and slightly impossible friendship of Ruri Kurosaki and Dennis Macfield.

Notes: denruri is one of those ships that is so twisted and complicated and full of holes, which makes it unfairly fun to play around with

He’s changed spots again.

Ruri has gotten used to Dennis’s odd schedule. Some days he’s in the center of the park, other times right by its entrance. Today he is near the food vendors, which she suspects is less for the audience and more the one-day sales they are offering.

Ruri watches Dennis start to set up from her perch on a nearby bench, blatantly amused as her new friend struggles to unfold the table, muttering darkly under his breath with every failed attempt. The legs are rusted and creaky, the old thing obviously just freed from storage, and age makes the bolts hold fast to Dennis’s increasingly frustrated attempts to open it.

“Hey, Dennis,” Ruri says, and tries not to laugh at the startled look he gives her. Dennis is always surprised when he sees her. It’s as if he can’t fathom to the fact she likes to hang out with him.

“Ruri!” he says, pleasantly shocked, and in his distraction his hands slip and both boy and table crash to the ground.

Ruri does laugh then, and Dennis laughs too, a little helplessly.

“Need some help there?” she asks him, crouching down to give him a hand, and the look of exasperation that flickers across his face makes her burst into giggles all over again.

“It’s not funny,” Dennis grouses, but his own smile and the cheery way he says the words completely ruins the effect. “I just happen to have cursed tables—comes with the job.”

“A magician with cursed tables,” Ruri says dryly, grinning at the thought. “Well, no worries—I happen to have magic of my own, you know!” She winks, and then wrests the table legs free with one hand, kicking at the table the way her brother taught her.

It pops free with a loud screech of metal, and Ruri gives Dennis a cheerful little smirk.

Dennis isn’t looking at the table, oddly enough. Instead, his eyes are on her, his expression oddly blank. “Magic, huh,” he repeats, and the lack of emotion in his voice startles her.

Ruri blinks at him. “Yeah…?”

Dennis pauses, and then shakes his head, smile resurfacing as though it never left. “It’s nothing! Thank you for fixing my table.” His hand comes up to rub the back of his neck, his smile perfectly sheepish. “I should have known you would have the cure to its pesky curse!”

“It’s all in how you kick at it,” Ruri tells him, secretly pleased, and Dennis just laughs.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he says, smiling crookedly. His eyes draw back to the table, and something uncertain flickers through his gaze. Hesitantly, he offers, “Would you like… ah, to help me set up? Or even participate? I mean, you are my best volunteer…”

He trails off, but Ruri is already beaming.

“Hey, of course!” she says, and then softer, more genuine, “I’d love too.”

She really would—Dennis is dramatic, lively, and fun, and as much as she loves Yuuto and her brother, it’s nice not being the only cheery one in the room. Besides, his performances are always entertaining, even if his dueling is a bit stiff.

She smiles at him as she turns away to pick up the table cloth, whipping out the cloth to get rid of the dust. “Hey,” she calls out over her shoulder, “maybe we can even duel after, huh?” She cranes her neck to face him and winks. “I’m sure you’ll beat me eventually.”

He smiles back at her. “I’m just going easy on you!” he protests, and at her narrow-eyed stare, quickly backtracks. “ A-ah, besides, I’m not much of a duelist. Acting is more my style.”

Ruri laughs again, cheered by the thought of their next duel. Maybe this time she’ll even show him Rank-Ups, she decides, turning away to gather up her supplies. Today is looking to be a great day already, and it’s only mid-morning.

She turns back to him, smiling ready to bloom, about to suggest the lesson to make sure he’s really up for it—and it’s the oddest thing, really, but for a moment she swears she can see something dark and regretful and conflicted in his eyes. It’s enough to startle her out of her thoughts, but by the time she looks again, he is just—Dennis. Smiling and cheery and ever-so-slightly bashful.

Her friend.

She doesn’t teach him Rank-Ups that day, nor the next—and she tells herself it’s because it isn’t really his style, and knows this is a lie.

Maybe some things are meant to stay secret. Maybe it’s better to just live in the moment, and deal with the fall-out later. She’s having so much fun, after all. She doesn’t want these easy days of friendship and laughter to end.

Maybe it’s better if she pretends she didn’t see anything at all.

#arc v #janushipping #ygo #denruri #iza fanfic #I've got a mizakai fic coming up right after this haHAAA

Title: little toy soldier

Synopsis: Dennis falls in love with Heartland City within an hour of stepping in its walls. It is bright, colorful, cheery, and as much of a lie as he is. They always say that like calls to like.

Notes: basically just a denruri fic with heavy introspection… enjoy!

The first time Dennis sees Heartland, all he can do is stare.

He steps out of the portal into a dark side-street, booted feet slamming firmly onto grimy cobblestone. It is dark out, long past nightfall in order to decrease the chances of someone seeing his arrival. He takes a few moments to reorient himself before he straightens, brushes off his coat, and finally looks around.

His breath stills in his throat.

He has seen the pictures, of course—as if the Professor would send him off on a mission like this without a briefing. Academia already has scouts here; Dennis is a part of the retrieval, not the invasion. He has seen the colored buildings, the glare of its lights. He knows where the park is located and where most of the people gather there. He memorized the basic layout of the city days before.

Yet the pictures cannot capture the life.

Crowds of people mill around the lit streets, laughing and singing and chattering, their smiles wide and genuine in a way that is utterly alien to him. Jaunty music plays in the air, and children dash around in the streets, heart-shaped balloons tied to their wrists. The sheer amount of color in that street alone is enough to blind him.

Dennis has never thought of Academia as cold, empty, or dull. Dangerous and frightening, yes, but never before has he thought it lifeless.

Dennis stands in the glow of Heartland’s unrelenting lights, his ears filled with its music, breathing in the scent of carnival food—and realizes this must be what it means to live.

He meets her—his target, his friend, his greatest mistake—three weeks later.

By now his smiles have altered to mirror the ones he sees on the faces of the Heartland residents. Dennis doesn’t wince when he looks at bright lights, and learns to skip his steps to hide his flinch when a careless passerby inevitably bumps into him. When a man thumps his back after his performance, claiming it is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, Dennis’ first instinct is to strike him, but what he does is smile back and thank him.

The sun is shining, the light warm on his skin. Academia is almost always wintery, with cold light and brisk winds, laughter high and cruel if it exists at all. He basks in Heartland’s contrasting warmth, drinks it in with the desperation of one who knows it’s too good to last.

It is.

He doesn’t fully recognize her until after the performance. At first, Dennis notices her because of her expression— vivid eyes gleaming with wonder, the beginnings of a smile curling her thin lips. It is only after he’s pulled her into his performance, when he bows to her in thanks for participating, that he sees the tinkling bracelet on her wrist and the familiar face.

And he thinks, Oh.

It’s over already.

Dennis stalls for time.

He doesn’t know why, not really. He tells himself he needs to be completely sure before he calls the green light on the invasion. He decides that it is better to intrude on her life in order to have a way of finding her after the invasion. He chooses to believe it is because he simply wants to savor the city while it lasts.

Dennis has always been a good liar when it counts, especially when it concerns himself.

Getting to know Ruri is a mistake, but Dennis can’t help himself. He finds himself fascinated with her. She is so utterly at peace with herself, never doubtful of her own loyalties, quick to smile and quicker to laugh. Every choice she makes is careful and deliberate, and completely her own.

Dennis is self-aware enough to admit he is jealous of her, if only a little bit. What must it be like, to never doubt your place? To follow your heart instead of your head?

Ruri is as alien as her city. Fear has no real hold on her, and neither does reality. In her mind, there is nothing she cannot achieve. There is nothing she would not do for the people she cares about. She’s not the type to sell people out, or spill secrets, not even if it benefits her.

It baffles Dennis. It irritates him. She is so unlike him. Her smiles are too genuine, her anger too sharp and biting, her face too expressive.

As the days pass, he lists the differences in his head.

And with very new addition, he falls in love with her just a bit more.

Here is the greatest difference between them: Ruri follows her heart. Dennis has never learned how to listen to his.

Ruri is laughter and loyalty, late-night celebrations and impromptu races down the street. She teaches him how to duel properly, how to XYZ summon the way the Heartland residents do—with all their heart and soul, calling out for a miracle and grabbing hold of the stars, pulling the monsters into being from the very ends of the cosmos.

Dennis is a mask, a liar, a fool. He is false smiles and showy performances, tricks hidden up his sleeves and regret shadowing his every step. He is doubtful, guilty, and above all else he is a coward of the worst kind. He loves as much as he fears, and he has always followed his head first and his heart last.

When he reports to Academia, his voice doesn’t waver.

But his heart stutters in his chest with every traitorous word that makes it past his lips.

“I’m sorry,” he tells her. It is two days until the attack. Two days until this beautiful shining city burns to ashes. Two days until he loses this false life he has needlessly built for himself.

“For what?” Ruri asks. She is smiling at him, her feet kicking back and forth beneath their table, the light catching in her dark hair. It is midday, and they’re sitting in Ruri’s favorite café, as per usual. The sky is crystal clear, the atmosphere warm and pleasant. Her eyes crinkle at the corners and her teeth are a glittering white, ever-so-slightly crooked.

“I don’t know,” Dennis says. “I just am.”

Liar, he thinks. Liar liar liar.

Ruri laughs. Her smile is small and sweet, her chin propped up in her hand. “Dennis,” she says grandly, eyes glittering with good will, “you have nothing to apologize for.”

I do, he thinks, I really, really do.

Dennis smiles back, and his goodbye sticks in his throat.

“That’s her,” Dennis tells Yuuri. His voice does not shake. His hands do not tremble. His smile never falters and his mask is firmly in place.

Dennis has always been the best when it comes to lying to himself.

“That’s the girl you want.”

#ygo #arc v #denruri #iza fanfic #janushipping

DENRURI PROMPT TIME!: Ruri to Dennis "Be honest with yourself! What is it that you want?!"

“Hello, Dennis.”

Her first thought is that he looks worn. He’s not surprised to see her, merely resigned, and the dull emotions flicker across his wan face, lacking in depth and true feeling. His skin is pallid, his pupils shrunk to pinpricks, his breathing heavy and labored.

When he looks up, he doesn’t meet her gaze. His eyes skitter around her, behind her, as if Ruri is a mere specter that he can’t focus on no matter how hard he tries to. He doesn’t raise his duel disk but neither does he approach, just stands there, a prisoner awaiting trial.

“Hello, Ruri.” Where her voice is steady, his is cold. It’s been three years, Ruri thinks, and takes another step closer to him. He sounds so different. She wonders if she can even claim to know him, anymore.

“Long time no see,” Ruri says, and feels a brief flash of vicious pleasure when he flinches. He can hear the accusation in her voice, and she hopes it hurts him just as much as his betrayal hurt her.

“Ruri, I–” he stops. They both know excuses will do them no good, and besides, what could he say? He destroyed her home. He hurt her family. He broke her heart, and her trust.

“Are you going to give me an excuse?” she asks, watching him carefully. The lights of the hallways are flickering, dust raining from the ceiling above. Yuya is raising hell, but it won’t be long until they’re interrupted.

He doesn’t answer her, and his silence galls her. Dennis has always been bright, lively, shiny like the plastic toys they put up in store windows, his eyes glassy and smile fixed. She used to take pride in the fact she could make it real.

“Weren’t we friends?” she demands, and leaves unspoken, Weren’t we more?

“Yes,” Dennis says. He takes a long, painful breath. “I am… sorry.”

“Then why?”

He finally meets her eyes. She wonders how she must appear to him–thin and pale from captivity, her hair long and wild, her fingers caked in grime and blood and anger still burning like hot coals in her eyes. He is so pale and washed-out in comparison, so tired and drawn.

Like a puppet pulled in too many directions at once, she thinks, but she finds herself more pitying than angry. Dennis, she has realized, has always been such a good liar, even more so when it concerns himself.

“Be honest with yourself!” she snaps, and flings out her arm in an angry, half-aborted strike. “What is it that you want?”

He cringes like she’s slapped him, and takes a half-step away. He wasn’t ready for this, Ruri realizes, watching dispassionately as his face falls flat and his shoulders slump. He wasn’t ready to face her, had likely never considered it, and now he is floundering, drowning in her anger and with no way to stay afloat.

“I don’t know,” Dennis admits, and Ruri wonders why she isn’t surprised.

“You never do,” she whispers, and wonders why she still cares.

#ygo #arc v #janushipping #denruri #iza fanfic