Nov 14, 2022
// a deviant doodle of colress to get into the groove of writing … deviant things >:}
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// a deviant doodle of colress to get into the groove of writing … deviant things >:}
DO U PLAY ROBLOX
DO U WANT UR AVATAR DRAWN
WELL I GOT THE DEAL 4 YOU
☆ i have roblox commissions open☆
(more info down below)
(i also have regular commissions open if ur interested in that)
Today has been a hassle seeing as my car battery died, we had to walk across town in freezing weather to buy a charger only to find out we don’t have the tools to get the battery out of the car to charge it.
On a brighter note!!
ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟThere’s banana bread in the oven ✧･ﾟ: *✧･
Tää on se miten lukiossa alotetaan keskusteluja
Arc V Angst Week Day 2
Awakened
“Ruri?”
Yuya repeated the name back to Yuzu, who stood before him confessing the name of her apparent doppelganger. It was almost too absurd to believe but Yuya had just met a boy with his own face too, after all. It had to be true.
“Yes,” Yuzu continued earnestly. “I look just like her, according to Yuto.”
“Yuto…” The name brought the events of that night to his mind in a pulsating flash, but what’s more was how strangely familiar hearing his and Ruri’s names felt. He’d heard them before, of course, but perhaps the events of that night just made the matter seem way more personal now.
“What’s wrong, Yuya?” Yuzu could see the tension growing in his head from where she stood.
Yuya’s thoughts were still a hot mess in his head as he tried to shake off the picture of the two other hims that showed up that night from his mind, but still… something was clear now. That both he and Yuzu look just like Yuto and Ruri meant that they would have been involved in this conflict sooner or later. Yuya looked up at Yuzu sternly.
“We have to find Kurosaki.”
()()()
Finding Kurosaki was apparently much easier said than done, and eventually they wound up putting the task on hiatus. Being in the middle of a tournament demanded that, though either way they figured it was very likely that they’d bump into Kurosaki sooner or later given that he was a participant as well anyway.
Right now, Yuya’s focus fell on his next opponent, the infamously violent Kachidoki. He was a duelist from the Ryozanpaku Martial Arts school, and very much Yuya’s exact opposite. Yuya had witnessed his prior duel against Toudou Yaiba, when he’d sent the poor up-and-coming LDS Synchro star out the stadium on a stretcher by the end of their duel.
Facing him on the Action Field now, Yuya felt a nervous stream of sweat begin to crawl down his spine. He heard the cheers from the crowd and his friends, urging him to deliver another of his best performances, which he’d already planned for anyway. He heard Yuzu’s encouraging voice in his head giving him the guts to teach Kachidoki a lesson. Make him smile, Yuya, she’d requested, and he’d promised her he would.
As he took his first set of cards in his hand, he tried to keep her words and his fans’ expectations in mind, but more than anything he couldn’t shake off this confusing feeling he got whenever he looked back up to face Kachidoki.
He was mad. And afraid.
It was strange having to sort out his feelings amidst battle but he thought to make peace with them now as soon as possible so he could focus on the duel.
Mad, he understood. After all, Yuya would never accept Kachidoki’s violent dueling style.
But afraid? Sure, performing was always nerve wracking, but he had grown used to that by now. And he’d already been bullied enough before that, really, any pain Kachidoki could inflict on him in this duel wouldn’t be anything new.
So why was he afraid? Of what?
Or who?
()()()
Darkness… darkness…
Within the haze of the darkness Kachidoki had worked so hard to submerge him into, he lost himself. The only other thing he found amidst it besides nothing was his own face.
And then he snapped out of it.
He was standing in the middle of a field, an announcer’s voice the only commentary carried throughout the stadium. For a moment, he didn’t know where he was, but then it all made sense to him again when he turned to look at the crowd and found Yuzu’s face among it staring at him in near horror. He stared back at her in his trance, unblinking, and drew his card.
It was his turn again, he supposed. But this time it wasn’t just in his head.
Kachidoki had called for darkness, the crowd called for entertainment.
Fine.
He was sick of this all already anyway. He would put an end to this, and then…
He dropped his gaze from Yuzu finally, and turned his attention back towards the duel.
“Y...Yuya…” Yuzu whispered to him, but over the roaring shrills of that pitch-black dragon, her voice couldn’t reach him anymore.
()()()
The duel ended with Kachidoki’s humiliating defeat.
The crowd rung silent.
The skies let out their own blood-curdling roar accompanied by fast-falling tears.
This wouldn’t make anyone smile. Not the crowd. Not Kachidoki. Not even him. He knew that.
It didn’t matter.
None of this mattered to him. Absolutely none of it. The only thing to him that mattered…
He turned slowly, head tilted slightly, eyes narrowed just a bit. His eyes couldn’t care for anyone in the crowd, nor his ears or mind for what they thought of him. He just directed his attention straight to Yuzu.
Meeting his eyes from across the stadium sent a cold shiver down her spine. They were inflamed and wild, almost threatening to leap at her and close the distance between them in a mere second.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he breathed in deep, and steadily began to head back to his seat amongst the crowd. The very seat Yuzu had saved for him to come back to after he’d won the match with a smile.
She watched him closely as he made his way back to her so coldly and so calmly. So… relaxed.
This… this wasn’t him.
This couldn’t be him. This couldn’t be him. This couldn’t be him. This couldn’t be—
“Yuzu.”
She breathed deep, trying to call him by his name to bring herself back to reality, lest she’d lose all sense of the truth in that instant.
But she was too late. He continued before she could say anything. Before she could possibly bring him back to himself, at least.
“I’m tired,” he let out with a tense sigh. “I’m going back—”
Yuzu practically slapped hold of his arm before he could stride off. “Hold on! What…” She didn’t know what to say, really; Yuzu felt she was about to burst into tears. Instead, she swallowed the lump in her throat to clear the ache in her voice. “What about Kurosaki?”
She felt him begin to pull away gently, so Yuzu finally released her hold on him, leaving a print on his arm the shade of his hair where she had grasped desperately.
“That doesn’t matter anymore,” he said simply, looking Yuzu in the eye the same way he had before declaring their search for Kurosaki.
She didn’t understand.
Had she just been dreaming that duel just now? No, wait, that was a nightmare. But, was it ever going to end? How much more could this go on for? The look in his eyes felt as if he had been peering into her soul for an eternity already. With this… Yuya standing before her, could she ever even awaken?
She had to try.
As he began to make his way towards the exit again, she swallowed the lump in her throat once more and spoke.
“I’m worried about you.”
He froze in his path, turning only to face her with a blank expression one more time.
This is it. He’ll come back to me this time for sure, she thought, awaiting his response eagerly. The wake up call to her nightmare.
But all he did was smile.
AN: Was distracted by working on the next prompt so sorry I posted this so late today ahaha...
Glalf Raciem
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