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the_goldenpathTitle: The Magic Art of Concealing
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Pairing/Character: Yami no Yuugi/ Dark Magician
Rating: G
Warning: a little sad?
Author’s note: for my darling Emily, who has set out with me to convert the whole fandom to rabid YnY x Dark Magician shippers just like ourselves. XD
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From the memories, his memories, they had recovered so far, they knew he had been a Pharaoh, the ruler of one of Earth’s greatest nations in their glory days, a son of the Gods, no, God personified.
He had been one to govern a nation, rule a country, the head of the Priests and their Council, the one responsible for the wellbeing of his people. A heavy duty and an obligation weighing on his shoulders like a ton- and even though he wasn’t a Pharaoh in these days, whatever era this was, the one called mou hitori no Yuugi for lack of his real name –forgotten along with the rest of his memories, still undiscovered-, still felt it.
The responsibility. The pressure. Gaming was his life, and duelling had brought him far in finding a great part of his memories, helped along the way by his friends. Still, he felt their eyes on him, some in adoration, some in fear, some in hope, and some in… the everlasting way of expectation. They expected him to know the answer, to know the solution, to know everything to make things right.
He didn’t. He didn’t know the answer. Solving a riddle was easy- his quick mind and intellect enabled him to see through the most difficult riddles and puzzles, enabled him to win his duels, that and his unholy luck and his own belief. Sometimes those eyes were too much. Loving, large, blue eyes. Trusting, believing, brown eyes. Adoring, faithful, wide, purple eyes. He couldn’t always stand the look in those wide purple eyes with the blind trust and hope.
A son of the Gods, placed on a pedestal and out of reach of everyone else. They didn’t do it on purpose, and maybe it was his own fault, but he failed in connecting to them, a distance as an invisible wall between them, and a fragile web between him and his vessel- no, Yuugi, Mutou Yuugi. He was the one to solve the Sennen Puzzle and he deserved all the best in this world- something he couldn’t give him.
The Shadow Realm was a world of magic and it was almost relieving to be there instead of the modern world. There weren’t any eyes here, nobody expected anything of him here, he could be himself here… if he knew who he was. Without his name, who was he really? Just a Pharaoh, but was he a just and fair ruler, or was he a bad or tyrannical one? Everyone would tell him he had justice on his side, and how sad it was that he didn’t have his memories anymore. Yuugi would comfort him and look at him with those trusting eyes and repeat that everything would be all right.
Maybe it would, maybe it wouldn’t. Sometimes he cared, sometimes he didn’t. When he was in the Shadow Realm, wandering around, looking for himself, a memory, whatever- he knew the other was there too. His most loyal servant, the one he could count on, forever and always. He wouldn’t speak, simply because he couldn’t, and his eyes were cold, as he simply was portrayed that way and that was the way he would come alive- rendered by the magic of the Shadow Realm, using his own magic, crossing boundaries and breaking every law. The Dark Magician only needed one thought to appear by his side and move his arms around him. Even though he would always shiver from the first touch –the Shadow Realm always felt cold and the armour of the Dark Magician was almost freezing, he’d forget it immediately anyway.
In his arms, he could be whatever he wanted. A small child, looking for his lost father, or an insecure teen doubting his actions, not knowing which direction to take. He could put away the strain, the pressure, the responsibility for a while, and enjoy the comfort of being held without being judged, without being forced to answer, without justifying every movement. The Dark Magician would look at him and he would miss the smouldering fire behind the pale blue eyes, and the magician would smile and he would miss it again. He would miss it, as his eyes were closed as his breathing became more erratic, as long and slender fingers would discard his clothing and, after the initial cold touch, would warm his skin with the slightest of caresses.
The son of the Gods would scream where the other couldn’t utter a voice, bodies entangled, magic and fantasy entwining, boundaries disappearing. The Dark Magician would cry behind his emotionless face where the other couldn’t, reality fading, dreams and hopes shattering and clouding, legs clenched, movements frantic, pleasure surpassing their emotions.
As the last of the screams and the last of the tears would die and slip away, they would return to their respective worlds, concealing where they had been and reverting back to what they always had been- Pharaoh and Priest, Master and Monster, Loved and Lover. Whatever they felt –loneliness, sadness, faint hope and joy- they concealed it with words and actions, deluding themselves and believing that one day, really one day, everything would be all right.
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Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Pairing/Character: Yami no Yuugi/ Dark Magician
Rating: G
Warning: a little sad?
Author’s note: for my darling Emily, who has set out with me to convert the whole fandom to rabid YnY x Dark Magician shippers just like ourselves. XD
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From the memories, his memories, they had recovered so far, they knew he had been a Pharaoh, the ruler of one of Earth’s greatest nations in their glory days, a son of the Gods, no, God personified.
He had been one to govern a nation, rule a country, the head of the Priests and their Council, the one responsible for the wellbeing of his people. A heavy duty and an obligation weighing on his shoulders like a ton- and even though he wasn’t a Pharaoh in these days, whatever era this was, the one called mou hitori no Yuugi for lack of his real name –forgotten along with the rest of his memories, still undiscovered-, still felt it.
The responsibility. The pressure. Gaming was his life, and duelling had brought him far in finding a great part of his memories, helped along the way by his friends. Still, he felt their eyes on him, some in adoration, some in fear, some in hope, and some in… the everlasting way of expectation. They expected him to know the answer, to know the solution, to know everything to make things right.
He didn’t. He didn’t know the answer. Solving a riddle was easy- his quick mind and intellect enabled him to see through the most difficult riddles and puzzles, enabled him to win his duels, that and his unholy luck and his own belief. Sometimes those eyes were too much. Loving, large, blue eyes. Trusting, believing, brown eyes. Adoring, faithful, wide, purple eyes. He couldn’t always stand the look in those wide purple eyes with the blind trust and hope.
A son of the Gods, placed on a pedestal and out of reach of everyone else. They didn’t do it on purpose, and maybe it was his own fault, but he failed in connecting to them, a distance as an invisible wall between them, and a fragile web between him and his vessel- no, Yuugi, Mutou Yuugi. He was the one to solve the Sennen Puzzle and he deserved all the best in this world- something he couldn’t give him.
The Shadow Realm was a world of magic and it was almost relieving to be there instead of the modern world. There weren’t any eyes here, nobody expected anything of him here, he could be himself here… if he knew who he was. Without his name, who was he really? Just a Pharaoh, but was he a just and fair ruler, or was he a bad or tyrannical one? Everyone would tell him he had justice on his side, and how sad it was that he didn’t have his memories anymore. Yuugi would comfort him and look at him with those trusting eyes and repeat that everything would be all right.
Maybe it would, maybe it wouldn’t. Sometimes he cared, sometimes he didn’t. When he was in the Shadow Realm, wandering around, looking for himself, a memory, whatever- he knew the other was there too. His most loyal servant, the one he could count on, forever and always. He wouldn’t speak, simply because he couldn’t, and his eyes were cold, as he simply was portrayed that way and that was the way he would come alive- rendered by the magic of the Shadow Realm, using his own magic, crossing boundaries and breaking every law. The Dark Magician only needed one thought to appear by his side and move his arms around him. Even though he would always shiver from the first touch –the Shadow Realm always felt cold and the armour of the Dark Magician was almost freezing, he’d forget it immediately anyway.
In his arms, he could be whatever he wanted. A small child, looking for his lost father, or an insecure teen doubting his actions, not knowing which direction to take. He could put away the strain, the pressure, the responsibility for a while, and enjoy the comfort of being held without being judged, without being forced to answer, without justifying every movement. The Dark Magician would look at him and he would miss the smouldering fire behind the pale blue eyes, and the magician would smile and he would miss it again. He would miss it, as his eyes were closed as his breathing became more erratic, as long and slender fingers would discard his clothing and, after the initial cold touch, would warm his skin with the slightest of caresses.
The son of the Gods would scream where the other couldn’t utter a voice, bodies entangled, magic and fantasy entwining, boundaries disappearing. The Dark Magician would cry behind his emotionless face where the other couldn’t, reality fading, dreams and hopes shattering and clouding, legs clenched, movements frantic, pleasure surpassing their emotions.
As the last of the screams and the last of the tears would die and slip away, they would return to their respective worlds, concealing where they had been and reverting back to what they always had been- Pharaoh and Priest, Master and Monster, Loved and Lover. Whatever they felt –loneliness, sadness, faint hope and joy- they concealed it with words and actions, deluding themselves and believing that one day, really one day, everything would be all right.
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Date: 2006-06-06 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-06 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-06 08:55 pm (UTC)I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry when Mahaado was killed and Mana freaked out it was one of the first episodes I saw when I got my bootlegs, so sad! I'm starting to like this pairing more than puzzleshipping, and damn I'm a puzzleshipper XD
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Date: 2006-06-06 09:24 pm (UTC)Mahaado had too little screen time. Waaaay too little screen time *sobs*. Are you liking the Mahaado x Mana pairing or Mahaado x Atemu? And what the heck, we can throw Yuugi and YnY and the Dark Magician together- I'm sure there's a nice shipping name for that one too XDDDD
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Date: 2006-06-06 09:37 pm (UTC)I agree! Mahaado had this great character developed but then he's killed way too easily (Shaadah too!) but what kicks ass is that Mahaado actually comes back as Dark Magician so it keeps me happy :D
did you notice Akunadin looks up TKB's skirt in ep 206 like srsly.>>And what the heck, we can throw Yuugi and YnY and the Dark Magician together- I'm sure there's a nice shipping name for that one tooXDDDD<<
Works for me!
and if there is not we can make one up like whoano subject
Date: 2006-06-06 09:53 pm (UTC)Yeah, that was really a bummer. I think it's really awesome though, that he's the Dark Magician and the Pharaoh's Eternal Servant, transcending boundaries to be with each other.
TZK B and Akunadin are so canon, yoXDD Works for me too!
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Date: 2006-06-06 10:03 pm (UTC)I find Mana way too young for Mahaado. Even Kamilah I think would be too young to be with Shaadah (but I don't plan on doing anything with those two in her A.E origin until I see all the Shaadah episodes; because he hardly had much screen time, it's easy to screw up his character, and I don't want to do that). In the present when she tells YNM about it, he got all jealous like, "omfg you bitch you are my property" teehee. But she's not with Shaadah in the present, she's with YNM. Khufu buys her a bunny whom she names after Shaadah though (but she drops the 'h') it's cute. YNM's always like "that effing rabbit is vermin" or threatening to eat it XD Poor Kami D:
Is it true Shaadi is Shaadah's reincarnation?? I always figured Shaadi's past self was Hassen! ack!
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Date: 2006-06-07 08:44 am (UTC)^__^ I'm not sure about Shaadah. I've seen the AE arc, but he has as little screen time as Mahaado. I don't think Hassen is Shaadi's past self, but I'm not really sure. I recall the scene when Hassen is killed as well and it's Shaadi who says the last words, but by then Shaada has already been killed too, so they can't be each other's reincarnation. I've always seen Hassan as some kind of 'trump card', as Atemu holds up a little token to represent him during the game, showing it to Bakura.
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Date: 2006-06-07 01:57 pm (UTC)People think Shaadi is Shaadah's reincarnation which puzzles me too because like you said, they both appear on screen together (though the resemblance is awkward; and they both have the Ankh) but Shaadi has no markings like Shaadah does unless they're under his turban XD
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Date: 2008-05-31 12:33 am (UTC)If you look at a picture of Shaada and Shaadi from the same angles then you'll notice some key simularities. Though, Shaadi's eyes have a gazing look upon them--who wouldn't look like that after 5,000/3,000 years?--the eye color is the same. The shape of their face, the placement of their nose and mouth--even the way the nose was drawn, because each character has his/her own unique nose. The cape on Shaadi is the same as on Shaada and the Millennium Key is worn the same with both of them.
Shaadi is very sinsitive about his Key, but not as much so with his Scale. He's had his Key for so long, he's bound to feel that way about it. . . The voice may be a little different, but if you're somewhere with different accents for way to long, then naturally you kinda pick it up. Same with Shaadi.
The other thing is, there is only one letter difference in thier names: Shaada has an 'A' and Shaadi has an 'I'. A ghost has to have cover to survive for so many years without people freaking out at the very site of him; that's why he changed his clothes and covered up those markings. . . becuase he can't be known as Shaada anymore.
I love your story BTW and I'm planning on getting an account here soon.
Your Pal,
Dindella.
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Date: 2006-06-08 08:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-09 07:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-27 03:49 am (UTC)You are absolutely wonderful. I actually found this on your website while scouring the web for more fanfic of this pairing. I love it! It's angst without being uber-angst. *Hugs* Keep up the good work!
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Date: 2006-08-28 07:46 am (UTC)