Cloudylemon

The moon had risen by the time Yami was finally able to excuse himself from the group. He’d truly enjoyed catching up with everyone, but the thought of a certain person and the guilt and worry surrounding them had been eating away at him since the moment he’d noticed their absence. That person was you, and he knew he wouldn’t sleep tonight until he saw your face and knew for definite that you were safe and well. He shuddered and gripped his jacket closer to his lithe frame, the wind was bitterly cold against his face and he could feel the tip of his nose burning at its biting touch. Besides him Yugi chattered absentmindedly,

It was raining again. You stared out of your window with a disgruntled sigh, your downcast eyes greeted by the sight of the murky grey sky. All it ever seemed to do anymore was rain, and frankly you were sick of seeing the streaks of liquid hammer against your windowpane day after day. It only helped to dampen your spirit further, and that was the last thing you needed at the moment. Another heavy sigh slipped past your lips as you lowered your head to rest your cheek against your fist. Half lidded eyes darted down to the bony surface of your knuckles, the flesh chapped and sore from the cold. It was a persisting problem that you never did an

It was Friday, the day that the filled the vast majority of students at Domino High with a vibrant lust for the weekend and enough positive energy to last them the day. But for Yugi Moto, all he felt was a constant tiredness that pulled at his muscles like the strings on a marionette – the consequences of staying up all night (and the majority of the morning) sorting out his previously estranged darker half’s living arrangements. Thankfully his Grandpa had taken the news as well as he did, so there was no threat of Yami being turned out on the streets. Though Yugi knew his grandfather wasn’t the type to turn away anyone in n

The first thing he felt was the aching. Every part of his body throbbed with a dull pain, from his fingertips to his toes - it spread to even his eyelids; stubbornly refusing to open as if they had been sewn shut. His clothes were damp and there was a chill descending down his spine, yet he lacked the energy to sit up and inspect the cause of the problems. Or was he already sat up? He felt too disorientated to tell. A sharp snuffling sensation brushed against the boy’s frozen cheek, suddenly jolting him awake. He rose with a sharp gasp, cold air filling his lungs. They burned as they contracted with each gasping breath of crisp oxyge

Clear skies, fragrant plant life, and just the right level of humidity. Another day in paradise. Or so it should have been. The tri-coloured haired teen sighed as he ran his fingers across the dew-slickened grass, his fingernails tracing circles around the small patches of daises and clovers. His mind clouded with memories associated with today’s date. It’d been three years since he’d left his friends to ascend to the afterlife. At the time he was sure he was doing the right thing in fulfilling the agreement, so sure of his fate that he’d barely flinched when Yugi had beaten him in that final duel. He’d known h

The bright rays of April sunshine shone through the gap in your curtains, illuminated your splayed form as you grunted at the bright intrusion. The shrill robotic scream of your alarm pierced through the previously tranquil room, alerting you that unfortunately, it was time to wake up and face another day at Domino High. You grunted, burying yourself further under the soft sheets in the hope of snatching five minutes extra peace and quiet. Though it appeared that your family had other ideas. Within seconds of you slipping back into a comfortable position within your fortress of blankets, your mother yanked open the door to your bedroom, cheer

“Seto hurry up!” The blue eyed CEO let out a sigh of protest as the young woman in front of him dropped her pace to grab his hand, tugging him along at a speed she felt was more appropriate in her rush. The brunette glanced at his overly excited girlfriend with a strange mixture of exasperated admiration. Above them the summer sun glimmered low in the sky, a clear sign that the day was coming to an end and soon the stars would be coming out to play. There was a slight chill in the evening air now, and Seto found himself shivering lightly as a cool gust of breeze ruffled through his hair. It seemed that _____ was having no such di

God how rotten today had been. You lay awake, fingers worrying the hem of your quilt as you stared out the window. The depth of the night sky did little to calm you tonight, your mind too polluted with the worries and stress of the day to be able to appreciate its delicate midnight gradient. Your body remained unmoving for most part, aside from your index finger which dragged across the fraying hem of your quilt. Everything had gone wrong today from the moment you’d woken up and now it seemed your brain thought it was the best time to flood your brain with reminders. You shut your eyes tightly in a vain effort to drift off into sleep,

Your tea was far too sweet, over sweetened to the extent where you were sure that if you plunged your silver teaspoon into its milky depths you’d find a submerged mountain of sugary soluble crystals lurking at the bottom, but the thought of complaining to the waitress about the state of your beverage was of the least importance to you at the moment, for you were far too busy focusing your attention towards the person sat at a table adjacent to your own. His red turtleneck sweater made him stand out against the dull mixture of greys and browns that decorated the cafe’s interior, its vivid hue had instantly drawn your attention to h

You smiled at the sky above, spreading out your arms as you did so in order to comb your fingers through the cool grass where you lay in solitude. The gentle midsummer breeze kissed past your face, stopping to rustle your hair before drifting onwards to caress the skin of the next person it passed. The sky was the colour of a bruise tonight, a murky eggplant hue littered with stitch marks of constellations. You absentmindedly lifted a hand to trace them, index finger gliding across the milky pointers as if you were completing and interstellar dot-to-dot. Your eyes fluttered closed as you breathed blissfully inwards, inhaling the calming aroma