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[Team two] Fate
It's comforting that I'm not the first person who has ever written Yugioh fic for Shiritori, lol, but, uh... I'm embarrassed that this happened, oops. I've been watching nostalgic anime since there's not exactly much to go out and do right now, so...
It's probably really on-brand that of all things, I wrote characters from the worst filler arc in the entire series, but... if you ignore all of the really terrible story aspects and plot holes in the Doma arc, it's kind of interesting that the villains are essentially members of a doomsday cult? So, uh... that's my excuse, lol.
This is set pre-canon, around 6 months after Amelda joined Doma. Canon doesn't give you much of a timeline, but in my interpretation of what you see in the anime, that makes it around 1998 and 3 years before the events of the Duelist Kingdom arc. As usual, I've taken liberties and filled in blanks where you don't get any specific information in canon. Warnings for vague mention of war and refugees and cult-ish things...? If you're familiar with this arc, there's nothing unexpected.
"That's my line, moron," Amelda says with an playful smile and a roll of his eyes, looking up at Raphael from where they both kneel on the hallway floor, picking up the papers and books scattered about. While Raphael hadn't been carrying that much, just a few textbooks and notebooks and a folder of worksheets printed off from the internet, he had managed to scatter them impressively far when Amelda had literally bumped into him as he'd come out of his bedroom, and so, flustered, he'd hurried to apologize before beginning to pick them up and inspect the damage.
When Amelda speaks, however, he pauses, looking down at him and tilting his head to the side in thought. "...What do you mean...?" he asks at length, knowing that Amelda is going to tease him for being slow, but figuring that that much is unavoidable considering that it's true. Frankly, he's still struggling to hold back his first reaction whenever Amelda does something like poke fun at him for his intellectual shortcomings, which is to get a little emotional and choked up with pride, because it was barely six months ago when Amelda had first arrived in America, unable to so much as introduce himself in English. He'd been so different then, small and meek and scared after living his entire life in conditions that Raphael couldn't even begin to comprehend, and it had been all Raphael could do to hold himself back from trying to hug him until he got better, and so now, seeing him not only expressing himself freely in English but also acting confidently and familiarly with Raphael causes tears to come to Raphael's eyes every time. But as usual, he does his best to hold it back, though he knows a bit of a goofy smile has worked itself onto his face.
"I'm the one who bumped into you. Why the hell are you apologizing?" Amelda says good-naturedly as he collects the series of English vocabulary workbooks that Raphael had been bringing for him and stacks them back up one by one. Raphael knows he needs to answer, but instead he finds himself watching as Amelda reaches for another book, his long, slender arms visible from beneath the short sleeves of his lightweight shirt-- after all, Florida is warm year-round. It breaks Raphaels heart to see the plethora of scars, all shapes and sizes, that cover pretty much any skin that might have been exposed during the time that he was a refugee, but at the same time, it's heartening to see just how much weight he's put on over the past half year that he's been living here with Raphael as a member of Doma. He knows maybe it's silly and sentimental, but before he can stop himself, Raphael is getting legitimately teary, and he tries to hide his face despite the fact that he knows it's futile.
Amelda looks up at him when he doesn't respond after a moment, and then sighs in exasperation. "Are you fucking crying??" he asks, setting the books aside and sitting back on his heels to give Raphael a vexed look. "Please don't tell me you're crying because I said 'hell'..."
"N-no, but I wish you'd stop swearing so much," Raphael admits tearfully, rubbing his eyes sheepishly. He knows that it's not exactly strange for kids their age, 15 and 18, to speak that way, but something about it bothers Raphael-- he supposes it's just that he wants everyone to be kind to one another, and saying those things just sounds so... mean. But on top of that, hearing Amelda talk that way reminds him in one swift blow of just how far Amelda has come since Raphael first met him, which makes him more emotional than he can deal with. After all, Amelda was sort of like the little brother that he desperately longed for after his own younger siblings had met a terrible fate when he was young, and nothing made Raphael more overjoyed than to see him happy and healthy.
"Why are you such a prude?" Amelda replies with a roll of his eyes, shaking his head and going back to collecting the books into a pile. "Seriously, stop crying, you're embarrassing me."
"I told you, that's not why I'm crying..." Raphael argues back weakly, though he does suppose halfheartedly that maybe he should be embarrassed too-- after all, he's three years older than Amelda and he's supposed to be the big brother figure, maybe he should pull himself together. But maybe it's from having been stranded alone on a deserted island for three years, or maybe it's from losing his entire family when he was young... but whatever the reason, Raphael just can't help but get emotional about the people he cares about. He wasn't able to protect his real younger siblings and see them grow up into teenagers... but somehow, with Amelda here now, that feels like enough; teaching Amelda English and taking care of him while he gets settled in to the communal living space shared by all the members of Doma and just... protecting him, in a loose, overarching sense feels like enough for Raphael and then some.
Amelda sighs again, setting the stack of books aside before moving on to the papers now that Raphael has gotten distracted from picking them up by his emotions. "Well then why are you crying??" he asks, and something about the combination of his tone and the correct grammar of his sentence and his European accent (which Raphael has come to find incredibly endearing over the past months) that sets Raphael off all over again.
"I... I'm just so happy you're here...!" he blubbers, dropping the books and papers to reach out and pull Amelda into his arms instead, hugging him tightly. Amelda, for his part, doesn't seem to mind; he rolls his eyes again but leans into Raphael, which makes Raphael smile and his throat feel even tighter-- because maybe he's a mess, but he knows that they're the same in that respect, that after both of them had lost their entire families, in some ways, they're all each other has, now that fate had brought them together. And so, "I... I'm just so happy to have you," he adds quietly, not letting go.
Amelda, for his part, is uncharacteristically quiet for a few moments, just leaning into Raphael's shoulder the way Raphael has sort of awkwardly pulled him close. But after a moment he replies quietly, "...why are you such a fucking creampuff, Raphael..." and Raphael can tell from the sound of his voice that he's emotional too. And Raphael knows that after Amelda lost his parents so young and had to be strong for his little brother for so long, he tries to act tough, but Raphael likes to think that maybe, just a little, he can understand what Amelda really needs. So he smiles to himself and holds him a little closer and thinks that fate had been terrible to both of them in the past, but if it had brought them together, perhaps it wasn't so horrible all the time, after all.
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dusk037!
It's probably really on-brand that of all things, I wrote characters from the worst filler arc in the entire series, but... if you ignore all of the really terrible story aspects and plot holes in the Doma arc, it's kind of interesting that the villains are essentially members of a doomsday cult? So, uh... that's my excuse, lol.
This is set pre-canon, around 6 months after Amelda joined Doma. Canon doesn't give you much of a timeline, but in my interpretation of what you see in the anime, that makes it around 1998 and 3 years before the events of the Duelist Kingdom arc. As usual, I've taken liberties and filled in blanks where you don't get any specific information in canon. Warnings for vague mention of war and refugees and cult-ish things...? If you're familiar with this arc, there's nothing unexpected.
"That's my line, moron," Amelda says with an playful smile and a roll of his eyes, looking up at Raphael from where they both kneel on the hallway floor, picking up the papers and books scattered about. While Raphael hadn't been carrying that much, just a few textbooks and notebooks and a folder of worksheets printed off from the internet, he had managed to scatter them impressively far when Amelda had literally bumped into him as he'd come out of his bedroom, and so, flustered, he'd hurried to apologize before beginning to pick them up and inspect the damage.
When Amelda speaks, however, he pauses, looking down at him and tilting his head to the side in thought. "...What do you mean...?" he asks at length, knowing that Amelda is going to tease him for being slow, but figuring that that much is unavoidable considering that it's true. Frankly, he's still struggling to hold back his first reaction whenever Amelda does something like poke fun at him for his intellectual shortcomings, which is to get a little emotional and choked up with pride, because it was barely six months ago when Amelda had first arrived in America, unable to so much as introduce himself in English. He'd been so different then, small and meek and scared after living his entire life in conditions that Raphael couldn't even begin to comprehend, and it had been all Raphael could do to hold himself back from trying to hug him until he got better, and so now, seeing him not only expressing himself freely in English but also acting confidently and familiarly with Raphael causes tears to come to Raphael's eyes every time. But as usual, he does his best to hold it back, though he knows a bit of a goofy smile has worked itself onto his face.
"I'm the one who bumped into you. Why the hell are you apologizing?" Amelda says good-naturedly as he collects the series of English vocabulary workbooks that Raphael had been bringing for him and stacks them back up one by one. Raphael knows he needs to answer, but instead he finds himself watching as Amelda reaches for another book, his long, slender arms visible from beneath the short sleeves of his lightweight shirt-- after all, Florida is warm year-round. It breaks Raphaels heart to see the plethora of scars, all shapes and sizes, that cover pretty much any skin that might have been exposed during the time that he was a refugee, but at the same time, it's heartening to see just how much weight he's put on over the past half year that he's been living here with Raphael as a member of Doma. He knows maybe it's silly and sentimental, but before he can stop himself, Raphael is getting legitimately teary, and he tries to hide his face despite the fact that he knows it's futile.
Amelda looks up at him when he doesn't respond after a moment, and then sighs in exasperation. "Are you fucking crying??" he asks, setting the books aside and sitting back on his heels to give Raphael a vexed look. "Please don't tell me you're crying because I said 'hell'..."
"N-no, but I wish you'd stop swearing so much," Raphael admits tearfully, rubbing his eyes sheepishly. He knows that it's not exactly strange for kids their age, 15 and 18, to speak that way, but something about it bothers Raphael-- he supposes it's just that he wants everyone to be kind to one another, and saying those things just sounds so... mean. But on top of that, hearing Amelda talk that way reminds him in one swift blow of just how far Amelda has come since Raphael first met him, which makes him more emotional than he can deal with. After all, Amelda was sort of like the little brother that he desperately longed for after his own younger siblings had met a terrible fate when he was young, and nothing made Raphael more overjoyed than to see him happy and healthy.
"Why are you such a prude?" Amelda replies with a roll of his eyes, shaking his head and going back to collecting the books into a pile. "Seriously, stop crying, you're embarrassing me."
"I told you, that's not why I'm crying..." Raphael argues back weakly, though he does suppose halfheartedly that maybe he should be embarrassed too-- after all, he's three years older than Amelda and he's supposed to be the big brother figure, maybe he should pull himself together. But maybe it's from having been stranded alone on a deserted island for three years, or maybe it's from losing his entire family when he was young... but whatever the reason, Raphael just can't help but get emotional about the people he cares about. He wasn't able to protect his real younger siblings and see them grow up into teenagers... but somehow, with Amelda here now, that feels like enough; teaching Amelda English and taking care of him while he gets settled in to the communal living space shared by all the members of Doma and just... protecting him, in a loose, overarching sense feels like enough for Raphael and then some.
Amelda sighs again, setting the stack of books aside before moving on to the papers now that Raphael has gotten distracted from picking them up by his emotions. "Well then why are you crying??" he asks, and something about the combination of his tone and the correct grammar of his sentence and his European accent (which Raphael has come to find incredibly endearing over the past months) that sets Raphael off all over again.
"I... I'm just so happy you're here...!" he blubbers, dropping the books and papers to reach out and pull Amelda into his arms instead, hugging him tightly. Amelda, for his part, doesn't seem to mind; he rolls his eyes again but leans into Raphael, which makes Raphael smile and his throat feel even tighter-- because maybe he's a mess, but he knows that they're the same in that respect, that after both of them had lost their entire families, in some ways, they're all each other has, now that fate had brought them together. And so, "I... I'm just so happy to have you," he adds quietly, not letting go.
Amelda, for his part, is uncharacteristically quiet for a few moments, just leaning into Raphael's shoulder the way Raphael has sort of awkwardly pulled him close. But after a moment he replies quietly, "...why are you such a fucking creampuff, Raphael..." and Raphael can tell from the sound of his voice that he's emotional too. And Raphael knows that after Amelda lost his parents so young and had to be strong for his little brother for so long, he tries to act tough, but Raphael likes to think that maybe, just a little, he can understand what Amelda really needs. So he smiles to himself and holds him a little closer and thinks that fate had been terrible to both of them in the past, but if it had brought them together, perhaps it wasn't so horrible all the time, after all.
Your turn,
dusk037!