Title: Haima
Author: Nekocin
Email: [email protected]
Genres: Various--- Action and Romance as main genres (I hope Romance wouldn't be so screwed up .).
Type: AU (meaning no duel cards and such games . I apologize for those who wanted a challenging fic where those two will challenge each other)
Anime: Yu-gi-oh (I'm surprised that I find this anime quite interesting and refreshing)
Warnings: Shounen-ai (might get a bit yaoi . Don't know yet.) Violence. Maybe some OOC. For this chapter... please be aware that it can be a bloody. So please skip this chapter if you can't stand murders x_x. I apologize for the inconvenience.
Pairings: Seto+Jou/Jou+Seto *still thinking about which one should be seme and which one should be uke*
Rated: PG-13, but might get R ::shrugs:: (I didn't plan any of my stories Especially this one. I just wanted it out)
Disclaimer: Anime in question doesn't belong to me. Never was. Never will. (My poor excuse for writing a disclaimer)
Author's notes:
All I've to say is that... . I've read too much Seto+Jou/Jou+Seto fics. You Jou+Seto/Seto+Jou writers rock!!! You all got me hooked with this pairing and ::gasps:: I can't believe all of you have gotten me this far. -_-;; I'm trying my hand on writing my first Yu-gi-oh fic. Well sort of... there's this "Let this rain wash over" fic which practically applies all the anime I can think of. Even Yu-gi-oh. It's short and is a bit weird since there are no names stated. Anyways... . I can't promised how this fic will be, I hope it can be a bit better than my Weiss Kreuz "The other me" Believe me. I've tried out my favorite pairing there too... . ARGH! That fic needs to be dumped. Anyways... enough with the rant. On with the fic... :) Welcome to "Haima"
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Prologue
Silence. Darkness. Cold. Alone.
These were the first few thoughts that rang in his head. He groaned and noticed in which position he was finding himself. He was lying on the hard ground. Where was he? He wondered as he pushed himself into a sitting position.
Pain shot through his body. He flinched involuntarily as he felt pain coming from every part of his body. It didn't help much as he wondered how he could be in pain. He frowned and took a look at his surroundings.
It was too dark to see where he was, but somewhere at the further end of the world he could see faint light streaming past the darkness. He wondered what the hell was going on and then looked at his feet. He just hoped his feet weren't crushed since for the most part that there was where his body ached the most.
He stared in horror as he noticed a tall shadow roaming over him. He let out a gasp and looked up slowly at the shadow. It was too dark to see who was there. He could only see a silhouette. The silhouette didn't make a move as he stared down at him.
He shivered. Then the sound of something caught his attention.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He frowned.
Before he knew it, the slash came. Something white flashed past his eyes and he quickly backed away. His mind had caught up with why he had backed away.
The silhouette was holding a knife. To be specifically a cleaver knife.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He demanded the stranger for an explanation, but his words never came out of his mouth. His voice was gone. He couldn't scream or shout as much as he wanted to. He knew what the dripping sound was. The sound of blood of previous victims. He panicked instantly and scrambled back on his feet.
The slash came again. He tried to dodge the cut and sidestepped quickly. The occasional whipping sound of knife soaring in the air became frighteningly faster and demanding. He kept dodging despite the fact he felt the pain increasing in his chest. The pain didn't cease as long as he was still jumping around, trying to save himself from being stabbed.
He just couldn't fight back. He had no weapon to defend himself. He shouted at his attacker, but no sound came out. What was going on? If he had a gun right now he might have shot his attacker in the knee. Even having learned some fighting styles, he tried not to exhaust himself while he was in pain.
Argh! The pain was still there!!!
The owner of the knife growled in frustration, as he couldn't aim for the despicable, wounded man. The guy kept dodging the sharp edge. Why couldn't he finish his victim earlier when the guy was still unconscious? It was a thought that came out without an answer in his mind. He didn't know why...
He had enough and kicked the injured man off his feet. His victim let out a surprised gasp, although no sound came out of his mouth as he cursed. But the wide eyes told the silhouette the wounded hadn't expected that.
He smirked inwardly and forced his victim down on the ground with a knee. He pressured on his chest and smirked as he noticed his victim flinching from the unbearable pain in the chest. Besides... that's where he'd first knocked him out completely, right?
He lifted his knife just above his victim and stared emotionless at the scared victim. In a flash he brought the knife's pointed edge down on his victim. He slid open the throat, digging into the victim and shredding the neck open. His victim's eyes were wide and a voiceless scream was cut off as soon as the knife had dug in.
Blood splattered around, coloring the ground and the silhouette's clothes. Blood was everywhere. He struck his knife on his victim's shoulder and ripped open the flesh. The victim was long dead and was left like a useless doll.
The silhouette stopped slowly and leaned forward. A grimace was on his face as some blood had been spattered over his face during the slitting. A sad smile adored the face. He pushed himself away from the dead body.
He slowly rubbed the blood from the knife and looked back at the victim. What will they think once they found out about this? What will they do once they found out about who he really was?
He turned away from the dead body and tucked his knife safely in his trench coat's pockets. He strode away from the darkness, from the dead body, from the bloodied scene. He smiled faintly what the outcome would become if they found out. He walked towards the light.
He will be waiting...
*.*.*.*.* End prologue *.*.*.*.*
End notes:
The title is a little weird. But anyways... I picked it out especially for a dark reason. It was picked out from a book while I was looking over my unread books. The name "Haima" is derived from the actual word I've found. Though the meaning of the word intrigued me I just picked it out.
As for the murder scene... x_x it ended too quickly, I know. But remember it's a killer or murderer. They have to act fast.
=^_^=cin
Author: Nekocin
Email: [email protected]
Genres: Various--- Action and Romance as main genres (I hope Romance wouldn't be so screwed up .).
Type: AU (meaning no duel cards and such games . I apologize for those who wanted a challenging fic where those two will challenge each other)
Anime: Yu-gi-oh (I'm surprised that I find this anime quite interesting and refreshing)
Warnings: Shounen-ai (might get a bit yaoi . Don't know yet.) Violence. Maybe some OOC. For this chapter... please be aware that it can be a bloody. So please skip this chapter if you can't stand murders x_x. I apologize for the inconvenience.
Pairings: Seto+Jou/Jou+Seto *still thinking about which one should be seme and which one should be uke*
Rated: PG-13, but might get R ::shrugs:: (I didn't plan any of my stories Especially this one. I just wanted it out)
Disclaimer: Anime in question doesn't belong to me. Never was. Never will. (My poor excuse for writing a disclaimer)
Author's notes:
All I've to say is that... . I've read too much Seto+Jou/Jou+Seto fics. You Jou+Seto/Seto+Jou writers rock!!! You all got me hooked with this pairing and ::gasps:: I can't believe all of you have gotten me this far. -_-;; I'm trying my hand on writing my first Yu-gi-oh fic. Well sort of... there's this "Let this rain wash over" fic which practically applies all the anime I can think of. Even Yu-gi-oh. It's short and is a bit weird since there are no names stated. Anyways... . I can't promised how this fic will be, I hope it can be a bit better than my Weiss Kreuz "The other me" Believe me. I've tried out my favorite pairing there too... . ARGH! That fic needs to be dumped. Anyways... enough with the rant. On with the fic... :) Welcome to "Haima"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Prologue
Silence. Darkness. Cold. Alone.
These were the first few thoughts that rang in his head. He groaned and noticed in which position he was finding himself. He was lying on the hard ground. Where was he? He wondered as he pushed himself into a sitting position.
Pain shot through his body. He flinched involuntarily as he felt pain coming from every part of his body. It didn't help much as he wondered how he could be in pain. He frowned and took a look at his surroundings.
It was too dark to see where he was, but somewhere at the further end of the world he could see faint light streaming past the darkness. He wondered what the hell was going on and then looked at his feet. He just hoped his feet weren't crushed since for the most part that there was where his body ached the most.
He stared in horror as he noticed a tall shadow roaming over him. He let out a gasp and looked up slowly at the shadow. It was too dark to see who was there. He could only see a silhouette. The silhouette didn't make a move as he stared down at him.
He shivered. Then the sound of something caught his attention.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He frowned.
Before he knew it, the slash came. Something white flashed past his eyes and he quickly backed away. His mind had caught up with why he had backed away.
The silhouette was holding a knife. To be specifically a cleaver knife.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He demanded the stranger for an explanation, but his words never came out of his mouth. His voice was gone. He couldn't scream or shout as much as he wanted to. He knew what the dripping sound was. The sound of blood of previous victims. He panicked instantly and scrambled back on his feet.
The slash came again. He tried to dodge the cut and sidestepped quickly. The occasional whipping sound of knife soaring in the air became frighteningly faster and demanding. He kept dodging despite the fact he felt the pain increasing in his chest. The pain didn't cease as long as he was still jumping around, trying to save himself from being stabbed.
He just couldn't fight back. He had no weapon to defend himself. He shouted at his attacker, but no sound came out. What was going on? If he had a gun right now he might have shot his attacker in the knee. Even having learned some fighting styles, he tried not to exhaust himself while he was in pain.
Argh! The pain was still there!!!
The owner of the knife growled in frustration, as he couldn't aim for the despicable, wounded man. The guy kept dodging the sharp edge. Why couldn't he finish his victim earlier when the guy was still unconscious? It was a thought that came out without an answer in his mind. He didn't know why...
He had enough and kicked the injured man off his feet. His victim let out a surprised gasp, although no sound came out of his mouth as he cursed. But the wide eyes told the silhouette the wounded hadn't expected that.
He smirked inwardly and forced his victim down on the ground with a knee. He pressured on his chest and smirked as he noticed his victim flinching from the unbearable pain in the chest. Besides... that's where he'd first knocked him out completely, right?
He lifted his knife just above his victim and stared emotionless at the scared victim. In a flash he brought the knife's pointed edge down on his victim. He slid open the throat, digging into the victim and shredding the neck open. His victim's eyes were wide and a voiceless scream was cut off as soon as the knife had dug in.
Blood splattered around, coloring the ground and the silhouette's clothes. Blood was everywhere. He struck his knife on his victim's shoulder and ripped open the flesh. The victim was long dead and was left like a useless doll.
The silhouette stopped slowly and leaned forward. A grimace was on his face as some blood had been spattered over his face during the slitting. A sad smile adored the face. He pushed himself away from the dead body.
He slowly rubbed the blood from the knife and looked back at the victim. What will they think once they found out about this? What will they do once they found out about who he really was?
He turned away from the dead body and tucked his knife safely in his trench coat's pockets. He strode away from the darkness, from the dead body, from the bloodied scene. He smiled faintly what the outcome would become if they found out. He walked towards the light.
He will be waiting...
*.*.*.*.* End prologue *.*.*.*.*
End notes:
The title is a little weird. But anyways... I picked it out especially for a dark reason. It was picked out from a book while I was looking over my unread books. The name "Haima" is derived from the actual word I've found. Though the meaning of the word intrigued me I just picked it out.
As for the murder scene... x_x it ended too quickly, I know. But remember it's a killer or murderer. They have to act fast.
=^_^=cin