[ TOP OF THE WORLD ]
SETTINGS WITH POTENTIAL : accepting
[ TOP OF THE WORLD ]: one of the muses finds the other on the roof-top in the middle of the night. neither of them want to sleep, and so they sit together for the remainder of the night until the sun comes up, content to sit and talk and exist with each other.
♪ ₊˚♬. If I could save time in a bottle,
the first thing that I'd like to do... ˚♬
The dormitory had sunk in quietude after sunset. As violet eyes traverse the empty schoolyard, Suguru reminisces on the times him and Shoko would sneak out for a smoke around this hour, or he'd be kicking cans with Satoru in the field track in a makeshift game of football. Now, there's no one outside. The rise in missions means most students are either off on a hunt or treasuring their little leisure time in their rooms. And those memories of good times seem so distant, as if it was forever ago — but in reality it was only last summer.
What a horrible thought; the volatility of sorcerer life. And then another one comes and Suguru feels his own heart clench in bracing for it — is this what it's always going to be like? Losing life from one summer to the next?
The cigarette's heat brushes against Suguru's cheek when he reaches up to push the earbud deeper in. If only the music could wash over his own thoughts -- the ones that keep slipping. Violet eyes browse over the cement below. He doesn't dwell on the process, on the hows and whys and what would follow. It's only a flash of an image — his own limbs shattered on the floor, looking up into the nightsky with the same vacant expression as the stars shine and the clouds keep moving. And the world moves on.
But that's the easy way out, isn't it.
♪ ༘⋆ ...is to save everyday, 'til eternity passes away ♬
♬ just to spend them with you... ₊˚♪
Thoughts interrupted by the familiar buzz that is his best friend's aura chirping around his own. Satoru's presence is never subtle, but he can still sneak up on him in the same way a noise can be so loud that you can't tell if it's coming from a mile away or ten. Suguru's fingers clench around the mp3 player, eyes not yet daring to meet his cerulean counterparts, lest his friend witnesses the darkness that pools within them.
They have been working Satoru to the bone. He shouldn't be burdening him with more concerns. And yet every fiber in his being finds relief in that overpowering presence that falls over him like a weighted blanket. A weighted blanket who's departing for an overseas mission tomorrow. Satoru is going to America, like he'd always wanted. To investigate a potential special grade, of course, but knowing him it still counts as a vacation, doesn't it?
Suguru would be found sat hunched on the parapet, one knee folded and the other leg dangling over the ledge. The cigarette was burning out between his fingers, expression nonchalant as he turns to greet his friend with a nod. He takes out the earphones, letting them dangle around his neck, and scoots over to make space for Satoru beside him.
❝ I thought your plane leaves at five. Shouldn't you be in bed? ❞ Suguru speaks the words softly, with futile hope his friend might overlook the yearning in his voice. Prudently, he advises him to rest; but those other, selfish parts of him have grown hungrier as of late. And so selfishly, he wants him to stay.
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That Haunting Emptiness (Drabble)
Prequel Drabble To This Thread With @shacchou
Looking back, he should have said more. Mokuba was well aware of how important this entire endeavor, this entire search for Atem, was his to Seto. He...He needed to find him; to have that final duel and resolve the rivalry they had developed over the years. It was just something his brother wouldn't just 'get over'. When his brother was obsessed with something, he was obsessed with it till it was seen through. This Mokuba knew well by now.
But...he still can't help but feel regret deep down in his soul for not trying harder to stop this. The chance of success with an untested prototype, no matter how brilliant the design, was not certain. Mokuba knew that. Seto knew that, and yet...his brother still went and did it anyway, left this realm for the world of the afterlife to see his rival again.
This left Mokuba on his own truly for the first time since his brother's coma. Sure, they had times they were separated, such as when they had that confrontation regarding their past where he sought aid from his friends, but...Seto was always there. He was always in the same realm as him. That wasn't the case here, for the two brothers were whole realms apart, separated by the barrier between life and death.
And despite his best efforts to run Kaiba Corporation in his brother's absence on top of his work at school, he...he wasn't handling it well. As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, Mokuba's condition physically and mentally worsened. He was barely eating, barely able to sleep, barely able to live. How could he...when his brother, his other half in many ways, his major reason for living, was not with him right now with no guarantee of a return?
Regardless of the circumstances, however, the young boy remained hopeful. His faith in his brother was unmatched, stronger now than it had been years before. His brother would come back. He had to. He couldn't...
He couldn't abandon him...not again...
Mokuba found himself in Seto's office, having taken residence there in his temporary role as acting president. Mochi was in his lap as he stared aimlessly at the computer screen, sitting comfortably there as he petted the soft fur of her back. Normally he wouldn't bring his therapy cat to work daily, but it had become a necessity. Having her around gave him a sense of company when his friends, such as his Buddyfighter crew or the Blue-Eyed Maiden herself Kisara Utahara, could not be present. It was company he desperately needed during these times.
In addition to his feline companion, Mokuba had other items with him. On top of his and Seto's pendents that he wore hidden one of Seto's old blue ties, he also had been given the responsibility of holding onto Seto's physical deck, considering his new Duel Disk system used virtual cards. This included his three trusted Blue Eyes White Dragons, cards Mokuba had always loved. Having those mementos, along with bringing his scrapbooks to work, made things both easier and harder for him. He missed his big brother so much, more than he ever has in his entire life.
Why wasn't he back yet?!
Mokuba's purple hues are then widened as he hears the sound of panicked footsteps from outside the office door, soon enough glancing upon Isano who appeared to look distressed. His face was pale, sweat dripping down his face. Something was wrong, very wrong.
"Master Mokuba! You're needed at the Space Station! Mr. Kaiba...Mr. Kaiba is...!"
The vice president doesn't even let him finish. He's out the door as soon as he hears his brother's name, leaving Mochi in his care. He is pushing through every person in his way, not caring about anything more than being quick. He had one goal in mind: seeing his brother.
"Where is he?! Where is my big brother?!" Mokuba demands as he arrived at the control center for the station, his voice not sounding too unlike the CEO's.
"H-He's up there still, M-Master Mokuba, b-but you should-"
"Then send me up there right away!" He says as he makes his way to the elevator, slipping through the coated scientists who were attempting to block the entrance.
"B-But sir! There is something-"
"I said send me up there, now!!!"
His voice, one akin to a dragon's roar, silenced the workers, all of them moving silently as Mokuba sits down and prepares himself for the ascension into space. Truth be told, he's never actually been up here himself. The elevator only had a single seat, after all. Not only that, he had been wanting to wait for a special occasion to see it for the first time, like his fourteenth birthday that wasn't too far away from now. Seems like that plan would have to be thrown away, for the current situation was more pressing.
As he is locked in and the chair starts moving up towards the stars, his heart raced out of his chest. He isn't sure what he's feeling right now other than the adrenaline. He should be joyful, happy that his brother was back, but Isano and the staff's expressions made him doubt. The boy shakes his head, suppressing all of those thoughts as he approaches the top, the top of the elevator his brother had created.
Upon reaching the station, he jumps out to head to the room where his brother's prototype should be. Despite never having step foot in here, Mokuba had been present during the entire design process. He knew the entire layout by heart. It's why it doesn't take him long to find the room, the doors slowly opening with no sound in the room other than the sounds of the computers humming.
And that's when he sees it, before his very eyes, his brother's prototype...and the person that was inside of it.
"Seto!!!!" The name escapes his lips easily as breathing as soon as the sight of his brother reaches his now watery eyes. Mokuba wastes no time running to his side, pressing the buttons on the side to open the pod. "Thank goodness you're back! I knew you'd come back, Seto! After all, we promised that we would always stay to-"
It is at that moment when the boy's blood runs cold, the euphoria he felt due to his relief all but drying up in an instant. For before him was indeed his brother, but...not in the way the younger brother had hoped. Seto's body was in a rough shape, his clothes torn and covered in a red liquid that Mokuba soon saw coming from the corner of his brother's mouth. The smell of the iron from the blood hit his nose, confirming that what he was seeing was...
"No, no, no! Big Brother? Big Brother!?" On instinct he holds his brother's hands, feeling their coldness immediately upon contact. The tears from his eyes flow into streams, flowing down his cheeks like a river. This...This wasn't...
"HQ? HQ?!" He calls out to the monitor in the room, praying that someone can hear him. "Someone...Someone send a doctor! A doctor up here, now! Seto...Seto needs help! The transport must have been too intense for his body! Hurry, or else he...!"
"Master Mokuba. There is something...we've been trying to tell you."
It is then that Isano, holding Mochi in his arms, appears on the screen, his signature sunglasses having been removed as the other Kaiba Corp employees behind him hung their heads low. Never had Mokuba seen his brother's right hand man without those glasses on, an unpredicted sight that made the pit in his stomach grow larger by the second.
"Master Seto...His..."
"Don't...Don't..." His grip on his brother's hands tightens as his gaze shift's to Seto, his eyes shut and unable to look back at him.
"His heart rate was... non-existent the second we saw him re-enter the station. I...I am sorry, sir. There is...nothing we can-"
"Shut up..."
"But Master Mokuba-"
"Just shut up!!!! My brother isn't...My brother isn't dead!!! He...He can't!!!! He promised!!!! He promised me we would always stay together! Always!!! That he'd come back to me after his stupid duel with a dead man!!! He'll...He'll prove you all wrong!!! Just watch!!!"
His arms then move to hug his brother, not caring that his off-white suit was to be stained with the color of red roses. Tears fall from his eyes and onto his brother's face, his breathing heavy and his body shakes. This...This couldn't be...
"Seto...Come on...Wake...Wake up...Show them that you're gonna be okay...Wake up...Wake up!!!"
But...his pleas went unanswered, no matter how much or how long he cried next to his brother's empty husk. Nothing he nor Kaiba Corporation's resources could do could change the situation. Nothing could change the reality...that Seto Kaiba was...was...
"Seto!!!!!!!!!"
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Mokuba screams awake, scaring his feline companion who had been attempting to wake him up the moment he started talking and yelling in his sleep. He was not up in the space station, not next to his brother's corpse, but instead back at home...in Seto's bedroom. He had taken to sleeping in there since his brother left, a way to feel closer to the person he wished was at his side.
Mochi finds her way closer to Mokuba, performing her usual repertoire of soothing behaviors to try and help him calm such as kneading his palm. His breath was heavy, his body was shaking, and he felt like sick to his stomach. A hand was over his mouth, as if trying to prevent himself from throwing up as the flashes of what he witnessed replayed in his mind over and over.
He couldn't get the image of his brother, cold and covered in blood, out of his head...
The ever-resourceful kid moves to his phone, checking if any correspondence or updates about his brother's status had been made. Thankfully, or unthankfully depending on how one might see it, there was nothing. His brother...was still missing, but he wasn't...
He drops the phone then to instead open the pair of lockets around his neck, staring at the pictures of himself and his brother intensely, the pictures he clung to during desperate times like this. Seeing Seto's smile, the smile he cherishes, does a bit to help quell his panic. Though, that sight nor Mochi's assistance could do little to fix the fear that had surged through him, the fear for the future that had manifested in the form of this night's nightmare.
A future where Seto...broke his promise. A future where he...died and left him all alone...just like his mother and father did so many years ago...That's what he feared more than anything, and the current situation only made that fear he's had for years...worse...for it seemed more probable now than ever before.
But...Mokuba, despite his struggles and traumatic experiences, was a strong kid, a strong kid because his brother had allowed him to become one through his guidance and selfless protection. It was because of Seto that Mokuba was still able to have hope, still able to believe in the impossible. And it was that feeling, one that slowly was coming to the surface, that guided him to stand up from the bed with Mochi in his arms. He goes to open the curtain in Seto's room, purple hues staring at the stars he could see through the city's skyline.
"Big Brother...I believe...I believe that you're still alive...I don't know when but...we will be together again...I...I just know it..." Despite the shakiness of his words, his conviction is clear. "And I'll wait for you Seto...I'll wait for you...forever if I have to...Just...Just please come home...someday. I...I need you here, just like...I know you need me, too."
It is at that moment, without the boy's knowledge, that a supernatural phenomenon occurred. The boy's strong feelings for his brother, ones of familial love and hope, seemed to have awakened someone. Or more accurately, the parts of the soul of someone who cared for Seto as much as he did.
For inside his brother's deck, sealed protectively in the suitcase on the other side of the room, his three dragons began...to faintly glow, a glow that would soon...light the way for these two brothers to....be reunited.
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🍓 Starter for @fangedstories 🍓
🍓 To Riku🍓
🍓~🐑~🍓
Aku stood on the shore thinking about taking off. There was some sense of normalcy in Destiny Islands now, save... Someone. Either way, she wasn't connected to the world anymore. Or perhaps it was better to say she had never belonged at all...
Aku had grown on the Islands with everyone else, but she never interacted with them. Afraid of everyone and disenchanted with the life she knew, Aku tended to keep to herself, hiding in the dark corners of the island away from the other kids. It hadn't been as if she hated them. On the contrary, it would have been nice to make friends. But she just didn't see where she fit in with any of them, and so she had stayed as out of their lives as she could manage.
When the world had fallen apart, she had disappeared into the darkness, and she had learned to fight. She had gotten separated for so long from the islands, completely lost in darkness until she'd found an open field, what she now knew to be the world between worlds. After that, nothing was the same. When the worlds were restored she'd felt like a stranger in her own home, and she'd longed for freedom. She'd left at the first available opportunity and her heart had been eaten away, turning her into a nobody. The shell left behind had played servant to the Organization, no better than her lesser counterparts, until she'd lost all of it and was cast away again. She'd narrowly missed being drug into the new Organization, but now that she'd seen everything come to pass, she wasn't sure what to do with herself.
She'd come home, but it was no use. She truly didn't belong here. And so she was going to set out. Using the doors to darkness like she always had, and letting that darkness feed into the scar on her forehead. Wherever she ended up, maybe it would be better than this.
Taking a deep breath, she held up her hand and prepared to let the darkness flow through her, unaware that there was anyone else on the play island.
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/snicker/ One day, all the seer!Lazari turn into ice dragons. They are *not* amused. And promptly start hoarding Furias.
Luche would like to say that this is not her fault. For all that her fathers family has an affinity for dragons and for all that the Lucis Caelum’s have been known to seem draconic at times they are not actually dragons.
Most of them aren’t at least, Luche is still a Lucis Caelum even if she’s not recognized as such. She doesn’t know how she became a dragon of the purest white with scales that glimmer ike snow but her Sight had blinked and shattered and now-
Well.
Now she’s a dragon. When Luche reaches out with her sight she can tell the others of her Clan are similarly affected and that they are all cold.
Luche eyes Tredd even as the others of her Clan decide to give into their instincts and find the nearest Furia.
Luche is not a big dragon. None of those in Clan Lazarus are. They are seven feet tall on their hind legs with a long winding tail and Luche considers the implication of wrapping it around Tredd and bringing him closer.
There’s an instinct in her that wants her to take Tredd and curl around him and make sure nothing can harm him again. It’s an unreasonable feeling.
She gives into it anyway.
Tredd yelps as Luche’s tail wraps around his waist and tugs him closer so Luche can curl around him like a particularly possessive cat.
“Luche,” Tredd’s voice is uncertain, “The fuck?”
“It’s cold,” Luche says, “You’re warm.”
“I meant the dragon thing.”
“We don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?!”
“We don’t know. The others are like this as well. We don’t know what caused it.”
Titus sighs. Weary and put upon and Luche debates dragging him closer.
“Don’t,” Titus warns her, “I need to report this to the King.”
Luche flicks her tongue out briefly and then a rumbling purr erupts from her throat as Tredd pets the base of her horns.
He pauses.
She gently headbutts him to get him to continue.
@hamelin-born
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