A/N: I was thinking to myself at the library just now, as I am typing this,
why am I starting another fiction when I have two that are not yet
finished? My answer is that I have no answer. I soon found that no one,
myself included, really cares anyway, so why the hell not? Also, this
could be classified as a 'song-fic' but it is really not. I believe that no
one really cares for song fics, nor even read the lyrics anyway. With all
that under consideration, I have decided to write this because the idea has
been in my head for awhile, and 'The Unforgiven' is the best song ever.
Period. I would also like to inform you that even if 2501 or more or less
people review this and say it stinks, or if no one reads or reviews it at
all, then I will still continue it..
Seto Kaiba relives parts of his life while listening to 'The Unforgiven'. Slight nonconsensual Gozaburo/Seto, nonconsensual Pegasus/Seto, and consensual Yami/Seto.
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Metallica themselves. Even though not one of them will ever read this, they are my true inspiration.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. Nor do I own Metallica.
THE UNFORGIVEN
CHAPTER 1- The Song
"Promise me you won't work too hard, I want to actually see you sometimes you know." My love's voice spoke through my cell phone and into my ear. Then he dropped his tone an octive, causing him to sound husky and sexy, "After all, if I am already asleep, when will we have time to play?"
I smile faitly at the implications of my love's words. "I only have to finish one more report. I should be home within two hours." I glance at the clock. "Surely you can stay up until two. Or is the Pharaohs bedtime sooner then I thought?"
Yami chuckled, the sound sending a shiver of love inside me, "Of course not, Seto. I'll be ready and waiting.How do strawberries sound?"
"With you? Excellent."
"Perfect. Hurry home love." With that the King of Games hung up the phone.
I too hit the 'talk' button again, causing the red light beside it to go out, signaling it was off. I place it into my briefcase, and turn back to my work. My wish to finish tripled since my call. Rubbing my tired eyes, I begin.
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After only an hour of work, I save my file. The promise and allure of Yami's words had broken my train of thought anyway. It was now impossible to concentrate.
I stick my hand in a drawer in my desk, searching for a disk to save my file on. I've learned the hard way that it is always best to have a backup. Yet, when I pull my hand back out, it is clenching a foreign disk. I flip the clear side around, only to be greeted by pure darkness. Confused I flip the CD again to the clear, and then to the black.
Studying the black, I notice a small snake and the name 'Metallica' upon the disk. I had heard of them. They were supposed to be some really hard- ass metal band. Intrigued as to how the disk got into my desk, I insert it into the my laptop. Searching for only a moment, I soon spot a pair of headphones on the corner of my disk. I insert them in my laptop, and slip them on. Randomly, I choose to listen to song number four. *Let's see what is so great about them.*
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New blood joins this earth,
and quickly he's subdued,
Through constant pain disgrace,
the young boy learns their rules.
With time the child draws in,
this whipping boy done wrong.
Deprived of all his thoughts,
the young man struggles on and on he's known a vow unto his own,
that never from this day,
his will they'll take away.
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I hit pause, stunned. The reality and tones and meaning of the song hit me all at once. The way it started soft and smooth, but was quickly thrown into turbulence. The lyrics, they were too real. All too familiar.
I rest my head against the back of the my chair, letting a flashback over come me.
Seto Kaiba relives parts of his life while listening to 'The Unforgiven'. Slight nonconsensual Gozaburo/Seto, nonconsensual Pegasus/Seto, and consensual Yami/Seto.
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Metallica themselves. Even though not one of them will ever read this, they are my true inspiration.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. Nor do I own Metallica.
THE UNFORGIVEN
CHAPTER 1- The Song
"Promise me you won't work too hard, I want to actually see you sometimes you know." My love's voice spoke through my cell phone and into my ear. Then he dropped his tone an octive, causing him to sound husky and sexy, "After all, if I am already asleep, when will we have time to play?"
I smile faitly at the implications of my love's words. "I only have to finish one more report. I should be home within two hours." I glance at the clock. "Surely you can stay up until two. Or is the Pharaohs bedtime sooner then I thought?"
Yami chuckled, the sound sending a shiver of love inside me, "Of course not, Seto. I'll be ready and waiting.How do strawberries sound?"
"With you? Excellent."
"Perfect. Hurry home love." With that the King of Games hung up the phone.
I too hit the 'talk' button again, causing the red light beside it to go out, signaling it was off. I place it into my briefcase, and turn back to my work. My wish to finish tripled since my call. Rubbing my tired eyes, I begin.
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After only an hour of work, I save my file. The promise and allure of Yami's words had broken my train of thought anyway. It was now impossible to concentrate.
I stick my hand in a drawer in my desk, searching for a disk to save my file on. I've learned the hard way that it is always best to have a backup. Yet, when I pull my hand back out, it is clenching a foreign disk. I flip the clear side around, only to be greeted by pure darkness. Confused I flip the CD again to the clear, and then to the black.
Studying the black, I notice a small snake and the name 'Metallica' upon the disk. I had heard of them. They were supposed to be some really hard- ass metal band. Intrigued as to how the disk got into my desk, I insert it into the my laptop. Searching for only a moment, I soon spot a pair of headphones on the corner of my disk. I insert them in my laptop, and slip them on. Randomly, I choose to listen to song number four. *Let's see what is so great about them.*
-----------------------------------------
New blood joins this earth,
and quickly he's subdued,
Through constant pain disgrace,
the young boy learns their rules.
With time the child draws in,
this whipping boy done wrong.
Deprived of all his thoughts,
the young man struggles on and on he's known a vow unto his own,
that never from this day,
his will they'll take away.
-----------------------------------------
I hit pause, stunned. The reality and tones and meaning of the song hit me all at once. The way it started soft and smooth, but was quickly thrown into turbulence. The lyrics, they were too real. All too familiar.
I rest my head against the back of the my chair, letting a flashback over come me.