Post by Tangie on Dec 24, 2007 1:04:00 GMT -5
I've been really depressed lately and I needed some way to feel better and I started to write like I used to when I was upset. In the end I started to get an idea for a new story. This is all I have for right now. I'm not sure if it will go further or not. But I like how it came out. Hope you enjoy.
Friendship is flexible. Friendship has string that holds it together at every seam. As each hurdle is passed, the stitching loosens. The bond between two close friends is closely related to this analogy. As time wears on, the bond deepens and breaks as time progresses. Love is one factor in this situation. A bond driven so deeply between two people who love one another in two completely different aspects often breaks the seams of stitches.
Love and friendship aren’t made in terms of intertwining. Not in the eyes of an average person. Friendship and love are different forces competing for the rights of passage. These are the accusations fueling Atemu’s beliefs. Friendship holds the binding of his life. Love meant nothing. It was simply a sign of weakness. As a child, love was hard to come by. Atemu or “Yami” as he preferred, had this drilled into his head after his bad experiences with love.
Seto, his cousin often called him a “walking nightmare.” All because of the enduring past of being taken advantage of. Everything was supposed to change with the move to Domino. Yet, even now, two and a half years later, things hadn’t changed in the least. Two years previously, Yami met the love of his life, a young energetic teenager named Hikari “Yuugi” Mutou. They had graduated together after they bonded, leaving all of their disturbing memories behind. Engagement and intimacy became their fulfillments to commitment. Yet as time passed, the stitching of their perfect relationship began to split at the seams.
Eyes of darkened burgundy reflected across the clear, cold glass of the window. Spiked tricolor crowns stood proudly upon his head, three rays of thunderbolts bound to the spikes glowed in the early autumn light. A man no older than twenty-one studied himself, features furrowed in deep thought. He had been sitting on a bus, studying his features, questioning his thoughts. He had begun a new term in his life. He needed to move on. Yuugi wasn’t there, so the thoughts of his past plagued his current calm demeanor.
The younger male was his shining star. However, the star departed two years previously, attending university abroad. Long distance relations became ill weighted to the casual relations each male usually understood or loved. Yuugi promised to keep in touch by email, phone calls, letters, videos, etc. Yet, as the days prolonged, the letters stopped, the emails ended and the phone calls declined to a bare minimum of once every two months. Fights emerged, anger surfaced, and a break-up took effect.
The days of ‘Aibou’ and ‘Desert Rose’ ended with a simple click of a cell phone’s dial tone. Love wasn’t able to mend this broken relationship. Maturity had taken form. Yuugi’s commitment ended the day he left the city, attending the dubbed ‘god awful university life.’
Slim fingers trailed across frosted glass, marks forming after each impression. Eyes closed, brows furrowing in deep thought again. A Frown set in stone, a typical expression for the stoic Yami. He pulled his coat around himself, shivering as the bus came to a stop. He walked briskly down the steps, boots hitting the slushy watered-down snow puddles. His jacket blew against him, cold air coming into direct contact with darkened skin. Chill bumps lined every inch of the man’s back, hair standing on end.
Attention drifted towards the reasoning of his destination. A small coffee shop on the corner of the street stood in front of him, bright lights inviting the man to scurry into its warm depths for a calming latte.
Coldness aside, the thoughts concerning his situation with Yuugi crossed paths with his mind. He placed his order with the barista, finding his cousin and his lover at a table in the center of the shop.
A blond sat idly, one arm resting lazily across a wooden table, the other intertwined with that of a brunet.
Jou and Seto locked eyes with Yami, a brief nod of acknowledgement passing for a silent introduction. Words meant little when there was something of great importance to confide with family. , especially when dealing with the fate of a failed relationship or marriage.
A thin girl, remarkably resembling a model placed three cups of coffee upon the wooden surface, seductively winking at Jou.
Cobalt eyes rolled in annoyance, a glare following the young woman’s appearance. Her eyes met those of the millionaire, Seto. Catching the drift she collected what was left of her dignity and left the men alone. All the while, thoughts of why all the hot men are either gay or taken crossed her path.
“What is the news, Atemu? Have you finally gotten in touch with him?” Seto asked, eyes darting towards his coffee mug.
“No, I haven’t. I finally managed to get all the paperwork done to finalize my decision of moving out of the city.”
“Look, I’m not trying to get into this, but Yuge’ has neva been mean like this, Yami. He’s always been shy. Do you think it’s wrong for him to make friends in college?”
“No, I never said such thing.”
Jou eyed the man with a raised brow. The pair fought constantly amongst Yuugi’s wellbeing. Jou believed Yuugi needed time away from his lover, well now ex-lover. He needed time to make something of his life in the distant future. College introduces new opportunities and often times, new romance.
All anger set aside, Jou felt dignified in his thought process. Yuugi needed to find someone else to date. No matter the relations between Yami and Seto, the blond believed his best friend deserved better than the Egyptian offered.
“Well, I think dat Yuge’ deserves some freedom from ya and your rules, Yams. I mean, he’s been shy and has gone through a lot of shit in the past three years.”
Ruby eyes closed in pure agitation. The blond never ceased to amaze him.
“Yuugi and I both suffered from traumatic pasts, Jou. I know he needs time to himself, but this is ridiculous. He has been gone for over a year and hasn’t called me. Things had to end. I’m just glad he did it instead of me.”
Seto studied his cousin’s antics while sipping on his coffee quietly. The tricolor-haired man brought problem after problem into their adjacent lives. He often dealt with enough drama involving his husband. Yet, Yami brought about something in question. The man wanted to leave the state and move onward with his life. Maybe a clean slate would end his depression.
“You are leaving the state, are you not, cousin?” He inquired, setting the hot coffee to the side.
“Yes, I need a break from this area. I want to start over, Seto. I just need the reassurance that I can actually do this without feeling the void of being alone.”
“Yami in all the years I have known you, this isn’t the attitude I’ve known in your possession. You are stronger than you lead on, cousin. Move away and find yourself someone else, even if it’s for a fling.”
Jou rolled his eyes, muttering incoherently under his breath.
A fling wasn’t in the man’s agenda or vocabulary. His heart ached a thousand times worse than his past love. He had never known what love truly was, even when he was with Yuugi. Love wasn’t a word taken lightly. Love meant commitment. Love and like are completely different terms.
Sighing softly, Yami regarded his caffeinated drink with a frown. The meeting with Seto hadn’t gone as planned. He wanted to leave and get through his errands involving abandonment of his apartment and life in Domino.
“Look, I’ve got things to do. I’ll see you both later.”
Minutes later, the man trudged out of the coffee shop, mind set upon his new found idea of life as a single man.
Friendship is flexible. Friendship has string that holds it together at every seam. As each hurdle is passed, the stitching loosens. The bond between two close friends is closely related to this analogy. As time wears on, the bond deepens and breaks as time progresses. Love is one factor in this situation. A bond driven so deeply between two people who love one another in two completely different aspects often breaks the seams of stitches.
Love and friendship aren’t made in terms of intertwining. Not in the eyes of an average person. Friendship and love are different forces competing for the rights of passage. These are the accusations fueling Atemu’s beliefs. Friendship holds the binding of his life. Love meant nothing. It was simply a sign of weakness. As a child, love was hard to come by. Atemu or “Yami” as he preferred, had this drilled into his head after his bad experiences with love.
Seto, his cousin often called him a “walking nightmare.” All because of the enduring past of being taken advantage of. Everything was supposed to change with the move to Domino. Yet, even now, two and a half years later, things hadn’t changed in the least. Two years previously, Yami met the love of his life, a young energetic teenager named Hikari “Yuugi” Mutou. They had graduated together after they bonded, leaving all of their disturbing memories behind. Engagement and intimacy became their fulfillments to commitment. Yet as time passed, the stitching of their perfect relationship began to split at the seams.
Eyes of darkened burgundy reflected across the clear, cold glass of the window. Spiked tricolor crowns stood proudly upon his head, three rays of thunderbolts bound to the spikes glowed in the early autumn light. A man no older than twenty-one studied himself, features furrowed in deep thought. He had been sitting on a bus, studying his features, questioning his thoughts. He had begun a new term in his life. He needed to move on. Yuugi wasn’t there, so the thoughts of his past plagued his current calm demeanor.
The younger male was his shining star. However, the star departed two years previously, attending university abroad. Long distance relations became ill weighted to the casual relations each male usually understood or loved. Yuugi promised to keep in touch by email, phone calls, letters, videos, etc. Yet, as the days prolonged, the letters stopped, the emails ended and the phone calls declined to a bare minimum of once every two months. Fights emerged, anger surfaced, and a break-up took effect.
The days of ‘Aibou’ and ‘Desert Rose’ ended with a simple click of a cell phone’s dial tone. Love wasn’t able to mend this broken relationship. Maturity had taken form. Yuugi’s commitment ended the day he left the city, attending the dubbed ‘god awful university life.’
Slim fingers trailed across frosted glass, marks forming after each impression. Eyes closed, brows furrowing in deep thought again. A Frown set in stone, a typical expression for the stoic Yami. He pulled his coat around himself, shivering as the bus came to a stop. He walked briskly down the steps, boots hitting the slushy watered-down snow puddles. His jacket blew against him, cold air coming into direct contact with darkened skin. Chill bumps lined every inch of the man’s back, hair standing on end.
Attention drifted towards the reasoning of his destination. A small coffee shop on the corner of the street stood in front of him, bright lights inviting the man to scurry into its warm depths for a calming latte.
Coldness aside, the thoughts concerning his situation with Yuugi crossed paths with his mind. He placed his order with the barista, finding his cousin and his lover at a table in the center of the shop.
A blond sat idly, one arm resting lazily across a wooden table, the other intertwined with that of a brunet.
Jou and Seto locked eyes with Yami, a brief nod of acknowledgement passing for a silent introduction. Words meant little when there was something of great importance to confide with family. , especially when dealing with the fate of a failed relationship or marriage.
A thin girl, remarkably resembling a model placed three cups of coffee upon the wooden surface, seductively winking at Jou.
Cobalt eyes rolled in annoyance, a glare following the young woman’s appearance. Her eyes met those of the millionaire, Seto. Catching the drift she collected what was left of her dignity and left the men alone. All the while, thoughts of why all the hot men are either gay or taken crossed her path.
“What is the news, Atemu? Have you finally gotten in touch with him?” Seto asked, eyes darting towards his coffee mug.
“No, I haven’t. I finally managed to get all the paperwork done to finalize my decision of moving out of the city.”
“Look, I’m not trying to get into this, but Yuge’ has neva been mean like this, Yami. He’s always been shy. Do you think it’s wrong for him to make friends in college?”
“No, I never said such thing.”
Jou eyed the man with a raised brow. The pair fought constantly amongst Yuugi’s wellbeing. Jou believed Yuugi needed time away from his lover, well now ex-lover. He needed time to make something of his life in the distant future. College introduces new opportunities and often times, new romance.
All anger set aside, Jou felt dignified in his thought process. Yuugi needed to find someone else to date. No matter the relations between Yami and Seto, the blond believed his best friend deserved better than the Egyptian offered.
“Well, I think dat Yuge’ deserves some freedom from ya and your rules, Yams. I mean, he’s been shy and has gone through a lot of shit in the past three years.”
Ruby eyes closed in pure agitation. The blond never ceased to amaze him.
“Yuugi and I both suffered from traumatic pasts, Jou. I know he needs time to himself, but this is ridiculous. He has been gone for over a year and hasn’t called me. Things had to end. I’m just glad he did it instead of me.”
Seto studied his cousin’s antics while sipping on his coffee quietly. The tricolor-haired man brought problem after problem into their adjacent lives. He often dealt with enough drama involving his husband. Yet, Yami brought about something in question. The man wanted to leave the state and move onward with his life. Maybe a clean slate would end his depression.
“You are leaving the state, are you not, cousin?” He inquired, setting the hot coffee to the side.
“Yes, I need a break from this area. I want to start over, Seto. I just need the reassurance that I can actually do this without feeling the void of being alone.”
“Yami in all the years I have known you, this isn’t the attitude I’ve known in your possession. You are stronger than you lead on, cousin. Move away and find yourself someone else, even if it’s for a fling.”
Jou rolled his eyes, muttering incoherently under his breath.
A fling wasn’t in the man’s agenda or vocabulary. His heart ached a thousand times worse than his past love. He had never known what love truly was, even when he was with Yuugi. Love wasn’t a word taken lightly. Love meant commitment. Love and like are completely different terms.
Sighing softly, Yami regarded his caffeinated drink with a frown. The meeting with Seto hadn’t gone as planned. He wanted to leave and get through his errands involving abandonment of his apartment and life in Domino.
“Look, I’ve got things to do. I’ll see you both later.”
Minutes later, the man trudged out of the coffee shop, mind set upon his new found idea of life as a single man.