Shattered Wishes

The dark one closed his eyes, as he tried to think clearly what happened and what to do now that he had been spotted by not only a person that he considered a friend and a comrade… but also a Crimson Dragon’s Signer… To think not long ago they was supposed to share the same feature, but the irony of the destiny decided to take that role of him aback and threw the former Signer into the Darkness of the Underworld… 

The teen was worried for her friend, things had changed for him so rapidly and there wasn’t anything she could do to help him stop from going down that path of destruction. There was just so much wrong with the current situation, it wasn’t supposed to be Yusei that fell into this pit. He was so much better than this. Was he hiding how he truly felt to all his friends and the other signers? It was hurtful to even think that it could turn out this way.

Those eerie eyes made of onyx and sapphire kept looking at the red head girl with that empty dead look, piercing her in a way that was so different from the past one, indeed the lad always owned a pair of very deep and piercing eyes, but now.. it was like they was demon's eyes... as the darkness around the once pure and blue was now dimming it in some way, the slight panting continued as the tan skin male kept making chocking like noises, the mark of the Condor kept burning in his forearm but just in sensation, as the glow had faded long ago, the stingy pain remained as if the boy was marked with a hot poker, like reacting to the girl in front of him..

Ah it seemed this one had quite the bite…

Yusei simply glared at the girl, even if she didn’t seemed to be startled a single bit, and even chuckled, only making the frown on the Dark Signer’s forehead to grow, still remaining quiet and silent as she talked in that dark soft voice that indeed he found unpleasant. Then those golden and black eyes stared at his arm, the former Crimson Dragon Signer placed a hand over it, even if it was practically invisible at the naked eye due his clothes. But the fact she knew what was behind, made him feel uneasy.

The goddess obviously noticed this young mans anger towards his new master and she couldn’t blame him she guessed after all he WAS a Signer, one of the Crimson Dragons followers, but now the protective fiery wings of that dreaded dragon were ripped apart and it’s ‘dear’ follower now will be forever lost in the claws of the Earthbound Immortals. How lovely.

The dark one could feel his blood pressure to go up to his head with every word that wretched Immortal girl was talking, he didn't wanted to know anything about the Immortals, or the Crimson Dragon... He just wanted to be left alone.. it was so much to the other's mind to understand?? 

Slowly, the boy attempt of breathing calmed down, not that he could do it anyway, but it was an instinctive action to after feeling so much pain in your body, and it was weird to feel that pain since his body was dead, and the dark haired man couldn’t feel anything since then… He felt no physical pain, no temperature, he couldn’t even feel the concerned and gentle hand of the red head girl upon his gloved one, so Yusei figured he only could felt pain through the marking on his arm… It has to be that Immortal’s doing then… 

Just how could this happen. It was known that Yusei would protect his friends or at least die trying. Is that what happened? Was there really a reason at all that this happened? Her crimson bangs were pushed back behind her ears now, making it easier to move around without it getting into her eyes. She was scared to touch his arm where the glowing happened. It wouldn’t surprise her if he tried slapping away her hand. But she wouldn’t do that now, there were more important things to worry about.

The dark one closed his eyes, as he tried to think clearly what happened and what to do now that he had been spotted by not only a person that he considered a friend and a comrade... but also a Crimson Dragon's Signer... To think not long ago they was supposed to share the same feature, but the irony of the destiny decided to take that role of him aback and threw the former Signer into the Darkness of the Underworld... 

Jack didn’t want to stop kissing the smaller man below him. He just wanted the other believe him but was happy though that had felt him kiss back. after awhile felt the kiss grow deeper, not caring that it did. He could also feel the other’s finger in his hair as well as him pull at his bottom lip as well as that cold tongue. He didn’t mind, as long as he was his Yusei.

Jack had looked down at his stomach,seeing the blood start soak through his shirt and start to pain his hand red. This wasn’t good….this really wasn’t good at all. He looked back towards Yusei then and noticed the sharp, makeshift object in his hand that was covered in his blood. He really did stab me… He didn’t know what to say or think now.He placed his hand closer to the wound though,trying to stop the blood flow.

That soil stomped on the blond’s belly anew, pushing with his weight on the stab wound and making sure it actually spread the muscles apart, the cut had been really deep due the way the crimson liquid leaked out the man, the ghostly blue and black eyes of the once Signer kept glaring like an ice made blade at the violet orbs of Jack, no traces of the kind but brave man that Yusei once was remained there, on that tan, cold and emotionless expression.

The pain….He couldn’t stand the pain that was shooting through his whole body as he felt that heel dig into the wounded spot.He couldn’t help but scream now as he felt the muscles start to spread due to the heal. He wanted to grab his leg and push him off but he was slowly starting to loose that strength due to all the blood his was loosing. He could hear the other speak though and tied to listen to what he had been saying.”I-It wasn’t lame and cheesy…I chose a way to show you and make you feel what I really meant… you just didn’t care to listen…” He managed to get out before he screamed out in pain yet again as that heel dug into the stomach wound yet again.

Those screams... they made his dead spine to tingle, the voice and the tone that Jack let out his pale lips everytime he gasped in pain was making his chest to feel strange, the young dark one didn't remember to feel something like that before, a mess of red ink had splattered everywhere and now drip slowly from his hand and his arm, painting in crimson his dark clothing, and so his sunkissed skin... As the blond began to choke in his own breath, slowly.