Before I start, I would like to inform all you readers that most of the writings below are extracts of my own interest which are from The Book Thief, owned by Markus Zusak. The original texts are NOT created by me, however, I have changed some descriptions and character names as to my own taste... (e.i. Liesel -> Atem)
Please see it as a little fanfic I wrote about Yugioh- An AU with my Harlem AU x The Holocaust.
Of course, you wouldn't be understanding what I'm even blabbering about, if you haven't read The Book Thief, nor you did with Yugioh.
And again, just reminding you that what I wrote has got absolutely nothing to do with Germany in the 1940s- the story is set in Harlem, a slum in Manhattan.
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1.
Pg. 268, The Gambles
[야미진]?
Atem would usually sit on some drop of sheets. He would scribble on the newspaper while Yugi cotinued reading his pile of books. They sat a few metres apart, speaking very rarely, and there was only the noise of turning pages. Often, Atem would leave a portion of his unfilled crossword puzzles for Yugi to do while he was back out into the streets. But ost of the time, on the footsteps of the the warm house of Yugi, Atem would be invited, and they both were held together by the quiet gathering of words.
'Hi, Yugi.'
'Hi, Atem.'
They would sit and read.
At times, Atem would watch him. He decided that Yugi could be best summed up with a picture of pale concentration. Beige-coloured skin. A swamp in each eye. And he breathed like a fugitive. Desperate yet soundless. It was only is chest that gave away for something alive.
Increasingly, Atem would close his eyes and ask Yugi to quiz him on the morals Yugi had taught him, and he would swear if they still escape him. Yugi wouldn't mind. He would then hold up the scrambled pile of newspapers and write them down, anywhere up to a dozen times. By this time of age, it would be something Atem should've learnt long ago, but if didn't matter to both of them, as Atem never got to finish school, and Yugi liked teaching him. Together, Yugi Muto and Atem would take in the odour of orange candle scents and the cozy smell of pinewood.
'Bye, Yugi.'
'Bye, Atem.'
After leaving, in front of the door, Atem would leave Yugi a gift, perhaps several new watches or a diamond ring.
Yugi knew they were stolen,
but he wouldn't mind.
2.
Pg. 273, The Gamblers
[카이바 POV]
... Oh, the eyes, the killer's eyes. They were so deliciously crimson- like devils' eyes- and they were so determined that even Seto stood transfixed for a moment as he caught sight of them between the healthy blur of his sweat and blood.
3.
Pg. 295, The Losers
[Descrip. 죠노우치- 돈 좀 만져본 사업가]
Unlike most people engages in the various arts of thievery, Katsuya Jonouchi had it all. He lived in the best part of Harlem, high up in a villa which had been fumigated when the messy street gangs were driven out. He had money. He had cigarettes. what he wanted, however, was more.
4.
Pg. 296, The Losers
[아템 & 길골목 패거리]
He stood, regarding the lanky boy and the malnourished looking chap. 'So, you want to steal with me?'
What did they want to lose? They nodded.
He stepped closer and grabbed one of the chap's hair. 'I want to hear it.'
'D..definitely,' the man said, before being shoved back, fringe-first.
'And you?'
'Of, of course..!' The other man was quick enough to avoid he same treatment.
Atem smiled. He squashed his cigarettes, breather deeply in and scratched his chest. 'My gentlemen, my whore, it looks like it's time to go hunting.'
...
[Y/She- 보라빛 머리의 여성, 아템, 카이바]
'Call me 'Y',' the women demanded, 'I don't specifically have a name.'
...
Y did not answer.
She did not have time, for Atem to was on top of Kaiba before she could utter a word. His kneed had pinned Kaiba's arms and his hands were around his throat. The ornaments were scooped up by one of Atem's followers, at his request.
'You're hurting him,' Y said, dropping a cigarette.
'Am I?' Atem was smiling again. She hated that smile.
'He's not hurting me.' Kaiba's words were rushed together and his face was red with strain. His nose began to bleed.
God damnit. Where the hell is that strength coming from!? He looks as feeble as a kindergartener.
After an extended moment of increased pressure, Atem let Kaiba go and climbed off him, taking a few careless steps. He said, 'Get up, Seto,' and Kaiba, choosing wisely, did as he was told.
Atem came causally closer again and faced him. He gave a gentle rub on the arm and a grin. A whisper. 'Unless you want me to turn that blood into a fountain, I'm always welcome, you know.'
He looked at the police officer Seto had brought with him. 'And take the little slut with you.'
5.
Pg. 342, Thirteen Presents
[야미진- 병실]
Inside, he made his way to the bedroom. He took the ring into Yugi and placed it on the end of the bed.
'I'm sorry,' he said, 'it's not much. But when you wake up, I'll tell you all about it.'
Wake up! He wanted to scream.
Or shake him.
He didn't.
All Atem could do was watch the silver ring and its trampled, flaking skin. He felt useless; everyday he would sit there, and watch.
Until a glimpse of hope could do it.
6.
Pg. 345- 346, Thirteen Presents
[The Last Remains of The Whistler]
[The Whistler- 아템
The Gambler- 죠노우치 카츠야]
...The Viennese air was fogging up the windows of the train that morning, and as the people travelled obviously to work, a murderer whistled his happy tune.He bought his ticket. There were polite greetings with fellow passengers and the conductor. He even gave up his seat for an elderly lady and made polite conversation with a gambler who spoke if American horses. After all, the whistler lowered talking. He talked to people and fooled them into him, trusting him. He talked to them while he was killing them, torturing and turning the knife. It was only when there was no-one to talk to that he whistled, which was why he did so after a murder...
'So you think will suit number seven, do you?'
'Of course,' the gambler grinned. Trust was already there. The whistler had done a good job. 'He'll come from behind and kill the whole lot of them!' He shouted it above the noises of the train.
'If you insist,' the whistler smirked, and he wondered at length when they would find the inspector's body in that brand new BMW.
7.
Pg. 356, Fresh Air, an Old Nightmare, and What to Do with a Lover's Corpse
[야미진]
They did not say hello.
It was more like the edges.
The door creaked, the copper-coloured boy came in, and he stood before him, looking at the bowl. 'Is the nurse forcing it down your throat?'
He nodded, content, fatigued. 'It was very good, though.'
'Hospital food? Really?'
It was not a smile he gave him. 'Thank you for the presents.' More just a slight tear of the mouth. 'Thank you for the ring.'
Atem was embarrassed.
...
'Atem.' He made Atem look at him. 'Don't ever apologise to me. It should be me who apologises to you.' He looked at everything he'd brought him. 'Look at all this. These gifts.' He held the clothes in his arms. 'And Jonouchi said you visited twice every day, sometimes more.' Yugi knew that twice was a significant number, as normally he would be very busy, running around the centre of Harlem as usual.
Now he looked at the curtains as if he could see out of them. He sat up a little higher and paused for a dozen silent sentences. Trepidation found its way onto his face and he made a confession to the boy. 'Atem?' He moved slightly to the right. 'I'm afraid,' He said. 'of falling asleep again.'
Atem was resolute. 'Then I'll wake you. I'll wake you up when you start dozing off. I'll keep all my attention to you and shake you until you wake up.'
That afternoon, and well into the night, Atem spoke to Yugi Muto. He sat in bed and absorbed the words, awake this time, until just after ten o'clock. When Atem took a quick rest, he looked over the book and Yugi was asleep. Nervously, he nudged him with it. He awoke.
Another three times, he fell asleep. Twice more, Atem woke him.
For the next four days, he woke up every morning in Atem's bed, then next to the fireplace, and eventually by Mid-April, back in to his estate. His health had improved. His small scraps of weight had also returned.
8.
Pg. 390, The Trilogy
[Note]
He was in the latter stages of the novel, where
a young priest was doubting his faith after meeting a strange and elegant women.
9.
Pg. 413- 414, Katsuya Jonouchi's Offer
[죠노진]?
It was quite fortunate that they saw him coming from the living room window, for his knuckles on the door were hard and deceive, They meant business.
Yugi heard the only two words he dreaded.
'You go and answer it,' Grandpa said, the boy did as he was told.
'Is you grandfather home?' The man standing in front of Yugi's footsteps, was Katsuya Jonouchi, the successful business-man, one of Grandpa's favourite guests.
'Oh, hello. What are you here for?' Yugi's eyes widened.
Jonouchi looked embarrassed, as he was scratching his head, looking away from Yugi's eyes. 'Um... It's actually a kind of permission I want from him.. Otherwise it's really your choice.' He muffled.
'Sorry?'
'...Just call your grandfather.' he found it useless to discuss any longer.
Yugi nodded, turned and called out.
Soon, Sugoroku was behind Yugi. 'Welcome! Young gentlemen, come on in.' He seemed to be abnormally kind to people like Katsuya, some who looked like they were around the top of the white-collar businesses, like Kaiba did.
Several short conversations passed between the two, while Yugi watched. He was unfortunate to be sandwiched between them. Sugoroku pulled him out of his way.
Once more Katsuya looked at the street and back. 'I have an offer for you.'
Sugoroku grinned. He had to got it right; today was his lucky day. 'Ask away, Mr Jonouchi.'
'No, not you.' Jonoushi dismissed Sugoroku with a shrug of the voice. He didn't have any plans on talking to him, or listening about his blabbering, after all.
He focused now on Yugi.
The short delight on Grandpa had been erased off his face. 'Well, why did you ask for me then?'
'I at least need your permission, Mr Muto.'
'Permission?' Anything from Jonouchi of Seto would be a gold-class offer for Sugoroku. 'Sure, go on.' He said.
'I liked that book you read in the shelter.'
No, you're not getting it. Yugi was convinced of that. 'Yes?'
'I was hoping to hear the rest of it in the shelter but it looks like we're safe for now.' He rolled his shoulders and straightened the wore in his back. 'So I want you to come to my place and read it for me.'
Sugoroku was deciding whether to be furious or not. No, not another kidnap. No matte how delicious the offer was, Sugoroku couldn't trade it for his grandson. 'I'm sorry Mr Jonouchi, but-'
'A several hundred?' he interrupted. 'With two new couches and the newest KC-TV.'
Sugoroku declined being furious. '..And a new gardening kit?'
'Absolutely.' Surely, money did change anything.
It was decided.
By everyone but Yugi.
'Good then, thank you for your offer.' Grandpa was signing off the list of goods he's been promised.
'Grandpa..?'
'Go on Yugi, come back by six.' Grandpa faced Katsuya Jonouchi again. 'What days suit you?'
'Monday, Friday... Four o'clock. And today, right now.'
Yugi signed.
As he followed the regimented footsteps to Katsuya Jonouchi's mansion, he had a good look-around the rich-flowing corridor. It was at least three times bigger than Yugi himselves.
When he sat down on the velvet sofa in the gold-lit living room, the blond boy sat directly on the opposite one, facing into his eyes. 'Would you read for me?' he said.
'...Okay, um.. Chapter Two?'
He smiled.
'Sure.'
10.
Pg. 485, Seto's Suit Collection
[카얌]
While Atem sat in the dark, Kaiba tried on the suit behind one of the curtains. There was a small circle of light and the shadow dressing itself.
When he returned, he held out the lantern for Atem to see. Freed from the curtain, the light was like a pillar, shining onto the ready-polished suit. It also lit up the clean white shirt beneath, and Kaiba's black shoes.
'Well?' he asked.
Atem continued the examination. He moved around him and shrugged. 'Not bad.'
'The shirts are too messy. Maybe you could change it to something more simple,' Atem joked, 'and your face.'
Kaiba placed the lantern on the counter and came towards him, in mock anger, and Atem had to admit that a nervousness started gripping him. His chest came closer, and Atem's back was starting to touch the table's edge. It was both relief and disappointment that he watched Seto trip and fall on the disgraced mannequin.
On the floor, he groaned. Atem laughed.
Then Seto closed his eyes, clenching them hard.
Atem rushed over.
He crouched above him.
Kiss him, Atem, kiss him.
'Are you all right? Seto? Seto?'
'I miss him,' said the boy, now his back against the floor, facing the window.
'Merry Christmas,' Atem replied. he helped him up, straightening the suit. 'Merry Christmas.'
Outside the small window of where the spark of light came from, snow was dripping down from the sky.
11.
Pg. 496, The Snows of Affinity
[죠얌- 초면]
After more than three hours, a knock arrived on the front door of Yugi Muto's mansion and the boy stood before Katsuya. The cherries of blood had grown into plums.
'He's ready for you now.'
Outside, in the fuzzy light, Jonouchi couldn't help asking the boy what had happened to his hand. He blew some air from his nostrils- a single syllable- before his reply. '128.'
'Sorry?' He had looked into the wind when he spoke. 'I couldn't hear you.'
He answered again, only louder, and this time he answered the question fully. 'The 128s declared a fight. They called me out for a one-to-ten. I was shot in the ribs and I had three of my fingers blown off. Does that answer your question?' he placed his uninjured hand in his pocket and shivered with contempt for the Harlem wind. 'You think it's cold here?'
Jonouchi touched the wall at his side. 'Sure thing.'
The bronze-boy laughed. 'This isn't cold. He pulled out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth.' One-handed, he tried he tried to light a match. In the dismal weather, it would have been difficult with both hands, but with just the one, it was impossible. He dropped the matchbook and swore.
Jonouchi picked it up. 'Wanna hand?'
He took Atem's cigarette and put it in his mouth. He light it.
The boy was surprised, as Jonouchi set light onto his cigarette. 'Could I have a suck?'
'Go on,' the boy agreed, impressed by Katsuya's skills. 'In this weather, it only lights when you suck.'
He breathed in. Jonouchi's mouth filled with smoke. He hadn't smoked for a while. Being a prosecutor, cigarettes were not an everyday-thing Jonouchi could see. It climbed his teeth and scratched his throat, but he restrained himself from coughing.
'Seems like you haven't had one a while.' When he took the cigarette from his mouth and breathed in, he reached out his uninjured hand, his left. 'Atem.'
'Katsuya Jonouchi.'
They smiled.
'What've you come in this deep slum for?'
It was a voice that stopped Jonouchi even before he could speak. Yugi arrived behind him at that point, and Atem could feel the shock at his back. 'Atem?' he asked. 'Is that... you?'
Atem nodded. 'Hello, Yugi. It's been a long time.'
They'd make good friends.
12.
Pg. 556, Atem's Oonaments
[야미진]
'Yugi, I-I'm sorry... For what I did the last time to you, and for not restraining myself.. I just-'
The pale boy quietened him. He reached into his bag and pulled out all the golds and jewels Atem had brought for him. 'Atem, I love the gifts you brought me, but not more.' He handed the ornaments to Atem in his brown hands. 'I am fine. I love your heart towards me, but I don't love gifts that are stolen.' Some dropped from Atem's hands. 'And please,' Yugi Muto advised him, 'don't kill. I love you, but I wish you'd listen to me.'
Atem feared. In a moment, he threw the jewels. He picked up the bag beside Yugi's feet and did the same. He embraced Yugi, gripping hard into his arms and burying his head in the neck. Atem's hands clenched harder. '...What more can I do.'
Yugi wrapped his arms around the boy's back and closed his eyes. 'Atem, it hurts.'
Yugi knew.
Atem sure was angry.
13.
Pg. 561, The Ribcage Planes
[카얌]
A ring was lost in the back-streets of Harlem. A boy jumped in the rain, coming back a few hours later. He caught up to it and held in in his right hand. He grinned. He stood there, leaning deeply close. Drips of icy water covered up his body.
'How about a kiss for a reward, Atem?' he said.
14.
Pg. 569- 570, The End of the World
[야미진- 이야기 초반부]
Yugi?
He did more than mouth the word now.
'Yugi?'
he lay with soft hair and the thief ran towards him and fell down. He dropped the flower bouquet. 'Yugi,' he wobbled, 'wake up...' He grabbed him by his shirt and gave him just the slightest, disbelieving shake. 'Wake up, Yugi,' and now, as the sky went on heating and showering ash, Atem was holing Yugi Muto's shirt by the front. 'Yugi, please, wake up. God damn it, wake up, I love you. Come on, Yugi, come on, Yugi Muto, don't you know I love you, wake up, wake up, wake up...'
But nothing cared.
The rubbble just climbed higher. Concrete hills with caps of red. A beautiful, tear-stomped girl, saking the dead.
'Come on, Yugi-'
But the boy did not wake.
In disbelief, Atem buried his head into Yugi Muto's chest. He held his limp body, trying to keep him from lolling back, until he needed to return him to the butchered ground. He did it gently.
Slow, Slow.
'God, Yugi...'
He leaned down and looked at Yugi's lifeless face. Atem kissed the beloved friend soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of his warm, welcoming house. He kissed him long and soft, snd when he pulled himself away, he touched his mouth with his fingers. His hands were trembling, his lips were fleshy, and he leaned once more, this time losing control and misjudging it. Their teeth collided in the demolished world of Harlem.
Atem did not say goodbye. He was incapable, and after a few more minuets at Yugi's side, he was able to tear himself from the ground.
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