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faded_mosaique2017-04-17 05:25 am
rhodanum) wrote in faded_mosaique2017-04-17 05:25 am
[drabble] ► and so it has come to this
Disclaimer: All characters and settings portrayed in this work of fiction belong to Kazuki Takahashi and Nihon Ad Systems. I'm merely fooling around with their creations and will put them back with as little wear and tear as possible.
Collection Title: .fragments of a bent horizon
Drabble Title: .and so it has come to this
Character(s): Yuki Judai, Kagemaru
Rating: T (PG-13). Rating may go up in later drabbles.
Prompt: 1sentence prompt .37– lies. Gamma prompt table.
Author's Note: All of these drabbles are set within the confines of the Katabasis universe and are written in order to flesh it out more.
“Why don't you tell them the truth, Yuki Judai? Why don't you finally dispense with all of these lies?”
Kagemaru was smiling – yellowed, rotten teeth visible through the gray hairs of his overgrown beard, face and voice distorted by the glass that encased him from head to foot. Judai wanted to rage at him, to scream until his throat bled – shut your mouth, you wretched old man!
“Why don't you tell them that you wanted these cards for yourself as well?”
Their eyes burned into his back – and Judai wanted to howl his rage and crippling shame.
Collection Title: .fragments of a bent horizon
Drabble Title: .and so it has come to this
Character(s): Yuki Judai, Kagemaru
Rating: T (PG-13). Rating may go up in later drabbles.
Prompt: 1sentence prompt .37– lies. Gamma prompt table.
Author's Note: All of these drabbles are set within the confines of the Katabasis universe and are written in order to flesh it out more.
“Why don't you tell them the truth, Yuki Judai? Why don't you finally dispense with all of these lies?”
Kagemaru was smiling – yellowed, rotten teeth visible through the gray hairs of his overgrown beard, face and voice distorted by the glass that encased him from head to foot. Judai wanted to rage at him, to scream until his throat bled – shut your mouth, you wretched old man!
“Why don't you tell them that you wanted these cards for yourself as well?”
Their eyes burned into his back – and Judai wanted to howl his rage and crippling shame.