fujiwara-yuusuke

The most frustrating thing about liking characters with not enough screen time is that there's just not enough canon.

I mean, with Yuusuke… he’s not okay. But there isn’t enough information to figure out how not okay he was before Darkness - let alone how not okay he is after, because hey Juudai saved the world again what do you mean you want to know how the kid who almost destroyed it is doing?

I’ve been re-watching the little bits of pre-Darkness Yuusuke we do get, and it seems a pretty safe bet that this is actually Yuusuke:

We know he has enough difficulty with intrusive memories that giving up his entire self seems like a better option than continuing to experience them, and that he’s absolutely terrified of being forgotten and left behind. So the depression is almost certainly him.

This, on the other hand…

It could still be Yuusuke. Just because we only see him having a manic episode in the context of reaching out to Darkness doesn’t mean that it was caused by the supernatural instead of his own brain chemistry. But it could just as easily be Darkness tugging at him - and if it is Darkness, it might encourage him to work even harder, if he finds the mania preferable to the depression.

I’m sort of inclined to think that the mania is also him, because he’s displaying it even before he spills blood and briefly invites Darkness into his room. But there could have been a presence there already - just not an obvious, purple one.

I can’t decide which I think is more likely.

(Unrelated side note: Yuusuke’s eyes are really pretty but they look nothing like a YGO character’s, and it’s kinda weird. But cool.)

If anyone has any input on any of this, I’d love to hear it! Otherwise I’ll probably end up writing unstable bipolar Yuusuke and then never actually posting it because what if I’m wrong.

obligatory question mark??

daily drabble: I really need to write this damn fic in order from the beginning, whoops

“You’re going to make Juudai very unhappy with you.”

You thought the room was empty, so you jump when you hear the voice - and shiver when you realize where it’s coming from. It’s strange to feel a voice that isn’t Honest’s coming from the same place deep inside your heart.

He must have been masking his presence before, because now the dragon-spirit takes up half the room with his wings outspread; like Honest, he’s impossible to ignore, and unlike with Honest you have a feeling he likes it that way. Even when you turn your back you can feel him behind you, staring, seeing you right down to your soul.

You wonder if all card spirits are unnervingly perspective, or if you’re just a magnet for the worst of them.

“Tell your master I’m fine,” you say. It’s not quite a lie. You’re alive, and likely to stay that way. No one needs to know how stupid and selfish and ungrateful you are inside.

“Juudai is not my master,” Yubel haughtily informs you. His wings twitch in the corners of your vision. “He’s my beloved. And I won’t lie to him, especially not for you.”

Beloved. Such a strange word for a spirit to use. Why would a spirit love a human like that, knowing that they’ll inevitably grow too old to remember? Adults don’t believe in spirits and magic. Card games ultimately become just card games. Everyone forgets.

You feel like Yubel might tear you apart with those sharp claws if you told him that, though, and so you say nothing, and let him think he’s won.