Biaw clr - YYxS

Experimenting with coloring techniques in an attempt to imitate Rapan... (who is Rapan, you ask? Go here: [link] and scope out some of her pics.)
Couldn't quite get it... What do you think?

....Still advertising Roll the Bones...? Yep. [link]

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Mokuba. Just try to think of it as holding Mokuba.

Only it wasn't. The feel in his arms, the faint scent of apple and roses in spiky hair, the sudden tension as Yugi realized more than a spirit held him... all added up to not his brother.

//It's all right, aibou. He only came to talk.//

"Does Solomon know?" Kaiba heard the cold growl in his voice, tried to soften it. "You don't have to answer that. You don't have to say anything."

Tears glittered as Yugi nodded. "He's angry. He doesn't say it, but...."

Damn. I'm not the mutt - Wheeler. I don't know how to deal with this.

But then, Wheeler had never decided a man had to die, had he?

"It breaks something inside you," Kaiba said bluntly. "Deciding your life is worth more than theirs. Choosing to kill them, rather than let them kill you. Choosing to win, whatever the cost." He looked down at steely wrist-guards, knowing what metal and leather hid. Knowing the price he had paid for power. For Mokuba. For what was left of his shattered self. And I'd do it again. "And then you pick up what's left, and go on." He sighed. "Your grandfather is a good man. But I doubt he's ever been broken."

"I didn't want to hurt him."

Solomon? Or the man you killed? Probably both, knowing Yugi. "Your Grandpa knows that."

The spiky head shook. "He thinks - he thinks Yami...." Tears dripped onto Kaiba's shirt, turning it a darker black.

//Help him, Kaiba.// Was that distress in the spirit's voice? //Yugi sees too truly. I've tried to convince Solomon of my intentions. But I - I cannot deny what I am.//

Nor can I, Seto knew. He'd dueled the pharaoh with souls on the line, after all; he knew Yami, in ways only three others on this planet might.

Pegasus. Malik. Bakura.


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