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Summary: [companion to Sakakku] Sakakku's Hero of Chapter One - Mako Tsunami. Here's his side of the story- how he found Yugi; where he went afterwards. While Yami fights a battle for the world, Mako is enveloped in his own personal struggle- to find his father.
Disclaimer: Does anyone read these? No, I don't own YuGiOh.
Notes: This is a companion fic to Sakakku. It's likely that, if you're here, you've already read it. But if not, I strongly suggest doing so; it'll explain a lot.
This is exactly what I described in the summary- what Mako is doing during the time Sakakku is taking place. Prologue is right after his duel with Joey; Chapter 1 skims over the events described in Sakakku, and Chapter 2 begins the tale of Mako's own journey. Some things from Sakakku might be referenced after that point, especially towards the end. The only thing I know about Mako's background is what was aired in those few YuGiOh episodes, so that's what I'm going by.
Umi means sea. I owe thanks to Mamono for posting a few translations on the Zenith! There's actually a card called Umi too. I think my brother has it. -
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Prologue
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Two locator cards.
It was better than what he'd began the tournament with, true, but it was a step down from only an hour ago. Why had he agreed to put two locator cards up at stake? Why couldn't he just play with one, like he was supposed to? Then, even if he lost, he'd still have three and maybe next duel he could-
Mako jumped in the water; his thoughts were immediately soothed. The sea always calmed him, even after his father had been lost in it.
"Perhaps I shouldn't have accepted a challenge from a friend of Yugi Moto," he mused, surfacing for air and slicking his wet hair back from his face. He ruefully remembered losing at Duelist Kingdom to Yugi; now he'd lost to his friend Joey Wheeler.
It was okay, though. He swam in quick bursts to prove his point. He was okay. Maybe even better than he'd been before.
He wondered if he should still try to make it to the finals. He doubted it was possible at this point; besides, he'd vaguely lost the will to duel.
It wasn't that he was too humiliated, and it wasn't that he felt weak. There was something, some concept, that he was trying to grasp. Maybe it was just a renewed will. Joey had showed him he didn't need a card to remember his father; now he was more determined than ever to get the real thing.
He took a mouthful of water and spit it back out, tasting the sea. The water around here was nice; warm and not too salty. He opened his mouth again and let the water rush in.
The night of the storm, the water had been cold. Cold and turbulent. It couldn't have been nearly as pleasant for his father to be swallowing this water. Was it even possible for his father to be alive?
He'd answered this question for himself a thousand times over. Yes, yes, yes. Of course, that brought up countless new questions. How had his father escaped the boat? Was the lifeboat sturdy enough to bring him to safety? Where did he end up? Why hadn't he tried to contact his son?
Sometimes he shoved these questions away, refusing to think about them. Sometimes he could spend hours brooding.
Now he stretched in the water, heading for shore, slightly troubled. The winds had changed subtly; perhaps it was an omen.
He had, by a combination of walking and swimming, ended up by the town docks. He swam over to the nearest one, jutting into the water, and put his hands firmly on the wood. He was immensely strong; without a second thought he hoisted himself up out of the water and onto the dock, turning to sit casually on the edge. It was still midday and the waters seemed, on the surface, untroubled. But Mako, who was always in touch with the sea, leaned forward slightly. Something was stirring; the sea was aggrieved.
Off to the right, he heard voices. Some shouting. Later, a roaring faintly reminiscent of a dragon; he supposed there was a duel going on.
He spent a few minutes wondering whether it would be worth it to observe from the water; eventually he slid gracefully off the dock and back into the sea. With swift strokes, he propelled himself towards the duel, feeling the mystic tug of the water underneath him. It was guiding him toward the duel.
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Notes: I decided to write this on impulse after I made plans for the ending of Sakakku. I wanted to address Mako's situation, but as most of you know, that is one tangled plot. Mako deserves a story of his own, especially since I inflicted him with such a huge issue! ::smiling perkily:: I like him. I tend to make fun of him, but I like him all the same. Who else could pull off wearing an octopus on their head with such style?
Reviews would be great, guys. Cheers!
Oh, and updates will be sporadic. I'm going away soon, too. I'll try my best, though.