Ryou: *mimiking his dubbed-British self* Crikey!
WSJ: >.> That's Australian Ryou, we're looking for British...
Ryou: ^^ Sorry gov'.
WSJ: Thaaaat's better... ^^v Anyway, I have a big announcement to make! Yesterday I posted a short, YGO/Cats crossover entitled Ne-Ko-Oh!. That, believe it or not, was my 200th fic!! I can't believe it myself!! ^__^ *dances around happily* Never fear however, I don't plan on stopping any time soon!
Disclaimer: Own none. Don't claim to own any either. ^^v
Dedication: To Eruantale, who will probably be relieved that I haven't delivered my sadists-chapter yet. ^~ Yes, I did say it would be six, but I'm holding it off till seven. Sorry! ^~ So stay tuned for seven for major tears and tissues. ^^v
Muse-ic of the moment: I have "Jellicle Cats" from the musical Cats stuck in my head at the moment, along with the occational bit of "Rum Tum Tugger" and "Magical Mr Mistoffelees" in between.
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The laughter of the shadows very abruptly fades away, until only one snigger, which I know all too well, echos back at me from seemingly all sides. Then that one too fades, leaving me in complete silence, save for my ragged breathing. I crouch in the corner of an alleyway, where only a little snow still rests. My knees are pulled up to my chest, my arms slung over my head, as if to block out the mocking laughter of my only companions.
In this new-found silence, it begins to snow again. I slowly raise my head, turning my face upward to revel in the quiet beauty. But even the pure white of the snow seems smudged, greyed, sullied... Will everything look dark to me now, now that the balance is broken? I'm no fool. I know that yami and hikari must balance. In the absence of two amounts of dark, it seems logical that whatever mystical being is in charge of fates will subtract two amounts of light to even the balance.
I know my fate already, though I'm not quite sure how I know. Perhaps it has something to do with the faces in the shadows, or perhaps it is simply intuition. Maybe it has to do with the shards of the Sennen Ring, which I still carry with me, tied with bits of string next to my heart. Perhaps, when they shattered, the magic had no where to go, and seeped into me. I find that unlikely, however. What magic would want me as its host? Yami and Bakura certainly didn't...
But whatever the means, I know my destiny. I am doomed to simply fade, as, I suppose, I've always known that I would. Maybe I'll just drift, become just another face in the shadows for someone else to fear. Maybe one day I simply won't be there anymore. But I'll fade, stretch, thin. Like... butter, spread over too much bread. Far too much bread...
I worry though. Two darks were taken, two lights must compensate. If that were not to happen, the worlds' balance would be thrown dangerously out of whack. I worry how it is that Yuugi will meet his fate.
There is another option, of course. Over time, Yuugi's dark, although no longer concious, no longer the living being known as Yami, could be forced upon him, the two merging into one, nearly normal human. Perhaps, perhaps that way he would still have a little of his Yami with him, maybe even hear a whisper of his voice, at times. Over time, Yuugi could become the balance all on his own, a living Change of Heart.
But time is something that there is none of.
Sometimes I wonder at my fixation with the Change of Heart. Is it simply because it was okaa-san's favorite? Or did I always somehow know that I would become just like it, half dark and half light. We all balance, you know. I was perfect, split right down the center. I completely light, Bakura totally dark. No, that's not a good way to put it. We were a ying-yang, both of us in our predominate element, but each holding onto a small peice of the other as well. I had my dark places, my rough edges, and although he would be loathe to admit it, mou hitori no boku had his small bit of light. It burned like a small, white-hot star inside of him, but was closed in a cage of black iron, never to be let out.
We all balance. Yuugi and Yami were the lightest of the three, of the Trinity of Doubles. Yami, although dark, held light as well, and Yuugi is completely pure, from his heart to his soul. I know. I have seen it.
Too much light tips the scales, so there had to be compensation. Malik and his other are the too-dark of the Trinity. Ishtar black through and through, and the darkness seeping into his hikari's soul as well. Sometimes it is hard to distinguish between the two, because they blur and fade and run together. They are not true yami and hikari, you know, although many count them as such. And yet somehow they're still counted as one of the Trinity.
Hah! And what a Trinity we made... Too-light, hovering near heaven on the wings of angels. Too-dark, rising from hell with a devil-may-care laugh. And me, Half-light-half-dark, suspended between, expelled from heaven because of my dark, banished from hell because of my light...
Sometimes, Purgatory is worst of all...
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WSJ: :p Stick around for the next chapter, which will be written as soon as I get insommnia again or writers block for another of my fics. ^~ Chow!
God bless minna-san! (Minna-san just means "everyone" in Japanese)