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[May 7th] [Yu-Gi-Oh!] Something There
Title: Something There
Day/Prompt: May 7th 2020 - Fantasy and reality intermingled
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Character/Pairing: The Big Five, focusing on Lector and Nesbitt
Rating/Warning(s): T/PG-13, hurt/comfort
A sort of YGO friendshippy version of Beauty and the Beast. I watched the live-action version again and got plunnied. It's more raw right now and I may expand on it later. This is already expanded from the first draft, which was even more raw and unpolished.
He had to get back.
That was the thought that kept turning over and over in his mind as he ran.
He had to get back.
The ill feeling had started to grow while he had been in the process of going over the town for some way out. The fact that there seemed to be some sort of invisible barrier was more than disturbing enough, but feeling like the strange man back at the house on the hill was in some terrible danger made everything so much worse.
He wasn't really a strange man, though, was he?
It had started out that way when they had first encountered each other. It had been storming and cold and he had desperately searched for refuge without success. The townspeople didn't like strangers and wouldn't take him in. They had told him he would have even less luck at the mansion house and that he would more than likely end up being used as an experiment by the mad scientist who lived there. He had scoffed, of course, and had gone seeking aid anyway. The scientist was unsociable and annoyed with the interruption, but unlike everyone else in town, he had allowed the drenched stranger to stay.
They hadn't got along well at all. Lector was polite and refined, while Nesbitt was coarse and rude. Their arguments had echoed up and down the mansion walls and halls, irritating the servants. Lector had badly wanted to leave, but the incessant storm and not being able to find the way out of town forced him to stay. His host had continued to be annoyed but had never ordered him out.
It was still hard to believe how they had started to grow close. When Lector had gone outside one night, hoping the storm would stop enough that he could leave and stop imposing, he had nearly been electrocuted by a freak bolt of lightning. Nesbitt had run out, pulling him inside just in time and getting hit by flying debris in the process. And even as Nesbitt had yelled at him for doing something foolish, Lector had found himself hearing the words the other man was not saying. Why hadn't he recognized it before? Nesbitt wasn't a bad person. He was the only one even halfway decent in town at all.
Lector had tended to Nesbitt's injuries, and as the days passed, they realized that they each had come to care deeply about the other. They didn't argue as much, even though they still didn't understand the different points of view. But instead of focusing on what was different or strange, they were coming to see the goodness in them both. It even felt like they could be friends. And there was something more, a feeling just out of their reach that neither could quite grasp. . . .
Suddenly Lector was jolted out of his thoughts. He was closer to the mansion now, and even though he had felt a premonition of something wrong, the last thing he had expected to see was the sight of the entire small town with torches and pitchforks, apparently out to get Nesbitt like they thought it was a century or so earlier.
"What are all of you doing?!" he demanded.
"We're going to kill the man you've been staying with!" one woman yelled.
"What?!" Outrage filled Lector's heart. "Why?!"
"He's building weapons to destroy the town!" one man replied. "You were free! Why are you coming back here?!"
"I was never unable to leave!" Lector retorted. "I could come and go as I pleased! And he most certainly is not trying to destroy your town! He's never done anything to harm any of you and yet you gang up on him like this?!"
"He's never been friendly or decent," one middle-aged woman snarled. "He just sits all alone in this house and builds things! It's not natural!"
Now Lector was indignant as well as outraged. "You never once thought that maybe he was that way because he suffered so much pain and heartache in his life that he preferred machines to people?! You just had to twist it into him being a villain?!"
"You're a fool!" another man yelled. "He brainwashed you with his evil devices!"
Lector was growing more furious by the minute. There was so much more he wanted to say, but he knew none of it would make any difference. He looked around desperately as they approached the mansion. The front door was still standing wide open, just as it had been when Nesbitt had stood there and yelled at him for leaving. Where was he now? Could someone here have already hurt him?
Without warning someone seized Lector from behind, wrenching his arms behind his back. "We can't let him get away!" a violent man snarled. "He'll warn that mad scientist!"
"Kill them both," a third man coldly said, grabbing a gun.
Lector kicked behind him, hitting his captor in the shin. When he yelled in pain, Lector used the distraction to pull free and run for the front steps. "Nesbitt!" he cried. "It's an ambush! . . . No, it's a lynching party! They want to kill you!"
Nesbitt ran out to the top of the second story stairs. "What?!" He stared at Lector in disbelief, but seemed to have hardly processed his words. "You came back. . . . You said you were leaving. . . ."
"I never said I wouldn't come back!" Lector exclaimed. He punched one man as he started to raise his gun. "I just wanted to look for the way out of this terrible place! We're stranded here and something's just not natural! I couldn't get you to believe it, so I just left. But I always planned to come back!"
Nesbitt started down the steps towards him. Suddenly his eyes widened in panic. "Lector!" He leaped off the stairs, tackling the other man to the floor. At the same moment, a gun went off and he violently flinched.
"I got him!" a man exclaimed in relief. "I meant to get that other nut, but getting him is even better!"
"Nesbitt?!" Lector screamed. Nesbitt had crashed on top of him, not moving. A second and a third shot tore into his poor body. Lector could feel him jerking each time. "NESBITT!"
"Finally he's dead," one woman crowed. "He won't be able to come after us now."
"You monsters!" Lector spat. "He never did anything to you! He never . . ." He trailed off with a choked gasp. It felt like Lector's heart was shattering into countless pieces. And then, as though an invisible veil was being torn back, he knew why.
"Nesbitt! NESBITT!" He desperately shook the lifeless body. This wasn't a stranger he had stumbled across. They had both started to feel it, and now he knew the full truth. His dear friend . . . his brother. . . . How could they have both been made to forget? The cruel dark magic spell had held back everything, but now it was all spilling free. Lector forced himself to sit up, shaking as he saw the terrible wounds in Nesbitt's back. He turned the younger man to face him, staring into the agonized face.
Nesbitt gave one blink. "Lector . . . ? It's you. . . . I knew you were special. . . . The spell was too strong over me to admit something was wrong with the town, but . . . I knew I couldn't let you go . . . or let them kill you. . . . I'm sorry . . . brother. . . ." He went completely slack in Lector's arms, his eyes weakly closing.
Lector just stared at him. He could feel the life leaving him, and he couldn't take it. A tortured scream tore from his lips.
The townspeople fell back, shaken. They had been released from the spell too, and now they realized the full magnitude of what they had done, spilling innocent blood. Ashamed and horrified, they started to back away towards the doors.
Lector wanted to call them back, to roar at them and demand they accept justice on them for what they had done. But he was too heartbroken to move, to think, to do anything except cradle Nesbitt's body close to him and sob.
"How could I forget you?" he whispered. "How could either of us forget?"
"You couldn't," the angel Kasumi said softly in his ear. "And that powerful love has set all of you free."
Lector froze. A soft glow surrounded Nesbitt's body as the wounds magically healed. His eyes fluttered and opened, staring up at Lector in confusion and awe.
"Oh Nesbitt. . . ." Overcome, Lector pulled him into an embrace, an action that Nesbitt fully returned. "You came back to me. . . ."
"I can't explain it," Nesbitt said. "It's completely illogical. But . . . I was shot while we were under the spell, so I guess being set free healed me?"
"And I am so thankful." Lector held him close. "You're alright. . . ."
Crump whooped and he, Gansley, and Johnson came running over to them. "You're both okay!" he exclaimed, pulling them into a hug. "That crumb Yami Marik wouldn't let us get into his crummy Shadow Game to help you! He made us just watch everything!"
Lector looked up at them. "I am so sorry. That must have been horrible!"
"It was," Gansley said gruffly. "But now we're all together again."
Johnson clutched his friends close. "I thought you were gone too," he choked out to Nesbitt. "It was awful. . . ."
Awkward now, Nesbitt flushed. "I'm really alright. . . ."
Lector smiled. Nesbitt was indeed. Yami Marik's cruel spell hadn't held them. They had remembered their caring even without remembering the past, and then those memories had come back to them too. It would probably take some time to fully heal from Yami Marik's evil, but with Nesbitt alive, he was sure they would.
Day/Prompt: May 7th 2020 - Fantasy and reality intermingled
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Character/Pairing: The Big Five, focusing on Lector and Nesbitt
Rating/Warning(s): T/PG-13, hurt/comfort
A sort of YGO friendshippy version of Beauty and the Beast. I watched the live-action version again and got plunnied. It's more raw right now and I may expand on it later. This is already expanded from the first draft, which was even more raw and unpolished.
He had to get back.
That was the thought that kept turning over and over in his mind as he ran.
He had to get back.
The ill feeling had started to grow while he had been in the process of going over the town for some way out. The fact that there seemed to be some sort of invisible barrier was more than disturbing enough, but feeling like the strange man back at the house on the hill was in some terrible danger made everything so much worse.
He wasn't really a strange man, though, was he?
It had started out that way when they had first encountered each other. It had been storming and cold and he had desperately searched for refuge without success. The townspeople didn't like strangers and wouldn't take him in. They had told him he would have even less luck at the mansion house and that he would more than likely end up being used as an experiment by the mad scientist who lived there. He had scoffed, of course, and had gone seeking aid anyway. The scientist was unsociable and annoyed with the interruption, but unlike everyone else in town, he had allowed the drenched stranger to stay.
They hadn't got along well at all. Lector was polite and refined, while Nesbitt was coarse and rude. Their arguments had echoed up and down the mansion walls and halls, irritating the servants. Lector had badly wanted to leave, but the incessant storm and not being able to find the way out of town forced him to stay. His host had continued to be annoyed but had never ordered him out.
It was still hard to believe how they had started to grow close. When Lector had gone outside one night, hoping the storm would stop enough that he could leave and stop imposing, he had nearly been electrocuted by a freak bolt of lightning. Nesbitt had run out, pulling him inside just in time and getting hit by flying debris in the process. And even as Nesbitt had yelled at him for doing something foolish, Lector had found himself hearing the words the other man was not saying. Why hadn't he recognized it before? Nesbitt wasn't a bad person. He was the only one even halfway decent in town at all.
Lector had tended to Nesbitt's injuries, and as the days passed, they realized that they each had come to care deeply about the other. They didn't argue as much, even though they still didn't understand the different points of view. But instead of focusing on what was different or strange, they were coming to see the goodness in them both. It even felt like they could be friends. And there was something more, a feeling just out of their reach that neither could quite grasp. . . .
Suddenly Lector was jolted out of his thoughts. He was closer to the mansion now, and even though he had felt a premonition of something wrong, the last thing he had expected to see was the sight of the entire small town with torches and pitchforks, apparently out to get Nesbitt like they thought it was a century or so earlier.
"What are all of you doing?!" he demanded.
"We're going to kill the man you've been staying with!" one woman yelled.
"What?!" Outrage filled Lector's heart. "Why?!"
"He's building weapons to destroy the town!" one man replied. "You were free! Why are you coming back here?!"
"I was never unable to leave!" Lector retorted. "I could come and go as I pleased! And he most certainly is not trying to destroy your town! He's never done anything to harm any of you and yet you gang up on him like this?!"
"He's never been friendly or decent," one middle-aged woman snarled. "He just sits all alone in this house and builds things! It's not natural!"
Now Lector was indignant as well as outraged. "You never once thought that maybe he was that way because he suffered so much pain and heartache in his life that he preferred machines to people?! You just had to twist it into him being a villain?!"
"You're a fool!" another man yelled. "He brainwashed you with his evil devices!"
Lector was growing more furious by the minute. There was so much more he wanted to say, but he knew none of it would make any difference. He looked around desperately as they approached the mansion. The front door was still standing wide open, just as it had been when Nesbitt had stood there and yelled at him for leaving. Where was he now? Could someone here have already hurt him?
Without warning someone seized Lector from behind, wrenching his arms behind his back. "We can't let him get away!" a violent man snarled. "He'll warn that mad scientist!"
"Kill them both," a third man coldly said, grabbing a gun.
Lector kicked behind him, hitting his captor in the shin. When he yelled in pain, Lector used the distraction to pull free and run for the front steps. "Nesbitt!" he cried. "It's an ambush! . . . No, it's a lynching party! They want to kill you!"
Nesbitt ran out to the top of the second story stairs. "What?!" He stared at Lector in disbelief, but seemed to have hardly processed his words. "You came back. . . . You said you were leaving. . . ."
"I never said I wouldn't come back!" Lector exclaimed. He punched one man as he started to raise his gun. "I just wanted to look for the way out of this terrible place! We're stranded here and something's just not natural! I couldn't get you to believe it, so I just left. But I always planned to come back!"
Nesbitt started down the steps towards him. Suddenly his eyes widened in panic. "Lector!" He leaped off the stairs, tackling the other man to the floor. At the same moment, a gun went off and he violently flinched.
"I got him!" a man exclaimed in relief. "I meant to get that other nut, but getting him is even better!"
"Nesbitt?!" Lector screamed. Nesbitt had crashed on top of him, not moving. A second and a third shot tore into his poor body. Lector could feel him jerking each time. "NESBITT!"
"Finally he's dead," one woman crowed. "He won't be able to come after us now."
"You monsters!" Lector spat. "He never did anything to you! He never . . ." He trailed off with a choked gasp. It felt like Lector's heart was shattering into countless pieces. And then, as though an invisible veil was being torn back, he knew why.
"Nesbitt! NESBITT!" He desperately shook the lifeless body. This wasn't a stranger he had stumbled across. They had both started to feel it, and now he knew the full truth. His dear friend . . . his brother. . . . How could they have both been made to forget? The cruel dark magic spell had held back everything, but now it was all spilling free. Lector forced himself to sit up, shaking as he saw the terrible wounds in Nesbitt's back. He turned the younger man to face him, staring into the agonized face.
Nesbitt gave one blink. "Lector . . . ? It's you. . . . I knew you were special. . . . The spell was too strong over me to admit something was wrong with the town, but . . . I knew I couldn't let you go . . . or let them kill you. . . . I'm sorry . . . brother. . . ." He went completely slack in Lector's arms, his eyes weakly closing.
Lector just stared at him. He could feel the life leaving him, and he couldn't take it. A tortured scream tore from his lips.
The townspeople fell back, shaken. They had been released from the spell too, and now they realized the full magnitude of what they had done, spilling innocent blood. Ashamed and horrified, they started to back away towards the doors.
Lector wanted to call them back, to roar at them and demand they accept justice on them for what they had done. But he was too heartbroken to move, to think, to do anything except cradle Nesbitt's body close to him and sob.
"How could I forget you?" he whispered. "How could either of us forget?"
"You couldn't," the angel Kasumi said softly in his ear. "And that powerful love has set all of you free."
Lector froze. A soft glow surrounded Nesbitt's body as the wounds magically healed. His eyes fluttered and opened, staring up at Lector in confusion and awe.
"Oh Nesbitt. . . ." Overcome, Lector pulled him into an embrace, an action that Nesbitt fully returned. "You came back to me. . . ."
"I can't explain it," Nesbitt said. "It's completely illogical. But . . . I was shot while we were under the spell, so I guess being set free healed me?"
"And I am so thankful." Lector held him close. "You're alright. . . ."
Crump whooped and he, Gansley, and Johnson came running over to them. "You're both okay!" he exclaimed, pulling them into a hug. "That crumb Yami Marik wouldn't let us get into his crummy Shadow Game to help you! He made us just watch everything!"
Lector looked up at them. "I am so sorry. That must have been horrible!"
"It was," Gansley said gruffly. "But now we're all together again."
Johnson clutched his friends close. "I thought you were gone too," he choked out to Nesbitt. "It was awful. . . ."
Awkward now, Nesbitt flushed. "I'm really alright. . . ."
Lector smiled. Nesbitt was indeed. Yami Marik's cruel spell hadn't held them. They had remembered their caring even without remembering the past, and then those memories had come back to them too. It would probably take some time to fully heal from Yami Marik's evil, but with Nesbitt alive, he was sure they would.