Hey there! Here's a new Yu-Gi-Oh oneshot that I cooked up one day. It's about Yami Yugi, and it's set to the song Like a Rock by Bob Seger as well. Plus, it's for my friend Journey Maker. I hope she likes it!
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh, Walker Texas Ranger, Rebel Without a Cause, 24 and the lyrics to the song Like a Rock by Bob Seger belong to their respective owners. I own the songfics, ficlets, oneshots, stories, poems and crossovers I cook up from time to time.
Like a Rock
According to most girls, Yami was very strong. Therefore, it was no surprise that if asked to choose a song for Yami, they would, of course, pick "Like a Rock" by Bob Seger.
Stood there boldly
Sweatin' in the sun
Felt like a million
Felt like number one
The height of summer
I'd never felt that strong
Like a rock
I was eighteen
Didn't have a care
Working for peanuts
Not a dime to spare
But I was lean and
Like a rock
My hands were steady
My eyes were clear and bright
My walk had purpose
My steps were quick and light
And I held firmly
To what I felt was right
Like a rock
Of course, Yami was like a rock. He never lacked courage in a duel. He stood up for his friends. Moreover, he was the guy all the other guys wanted to be like. They expressed that they wanted to rescue the beautiful maiden, like Yami. They wanted to slay a dragon, like Yami. Moreover, they wanted to be a hero, just like Yami.
Like a rock, I was strong as I could be
Like a rock, nothing ever got to me
Like a rock, I was something to see
Like a rock
And I stood arrow straight
Unencumbered by the weight
Of all these hustlers and their schemes
I stood proud, I stood tall
High above it all
I still believed in my dreams
Still, Yami was an enigma. He was encompassed in mystery. No one knew where he came from, and he was stronger than they thought he looked to be. But what no one else knew was that Yami was actually 5,000 years old. But he looked to be seventeen or eighteen – old enough to be in high school or even college.
Even Kemo, who was Pegasus's, and later the Big Five's, henchman, who was recognizable because he had a hairstyle just like Yami's friend Tristan Taylor, could testify to something like that himself. One day he had challenged who he thought was Yugi to a fight, only to discover the shock of his life.
Yami looked…like Yugi…but not exactly like him...
His features were sharper, more defined. His body was leaner, a little taller but not much, yet at the same time, somewhat muscled. His hair was wilder, his golden bangs like lightening. His scarlet eyes held hypnotic warmth in them…
"You're not Yugi," said Kemo.
"No, Kemo. Call me…Yami."
Kemo was in shock. Yugi's voice did not sound like that.
Then Yami simply whirligig kicked him all the way to a clump of trees, where he landed on his back.
Finally, Yami then walked up to him.
"You're an amateur compared to one who's played for centuries," said Yami, his tone all calm and cool.
Kemo was in shock. He looked up at Yami, who smirked down at him.
"You've lived for centuries? What kind of creature are you?" he asked.
Yami simply replied, "I am a creature that man has seen before. I am a man that baffles even the wisest of men. Some have sighed to name me lover. Most call me an immortal. Moreover, some call me a James Bond. Even though I am not a secret agent, I do remind a person of one. I've been called many things through the ages…Pharaoh and Yu-Gi-Oh, especially.
"Finally, I am called…Yami."
Kemo was puzzled. The…man who looked like Yugi Moto…called himself Yami?
It did not make any sense. However, some other things did…
The way Yami carried himself, not a care in the world…it was like he was calm and cool all the time…
The way he spoke…it was like all the kings in the world stopped the wars with each other just to hear him speak…
Moreover and yet importantly, there was…that glowing symbol on his forehead…that looked like a third eye.
It was night now. Kemo lay on the grass, wincing in pain. However, his mind was still at work.
The person that called himself Yami…had beaten him…and not in a duel, either, but in a fistfight.
Yami, of course, was walking home. He was smirking to himself.
Wait until the guys at school hear about this tomorrow, he thought. The thought made his smirk widen.
Twenty years now
Where'd they go?
I don't know
I sit and I wonder sometimes
Where they've gone
And sometimes late at night
When I'm bathed in the firelight
The moon comes callin' a ghostly white
And I recall
Like a rock, standin' arrow straight
Like a rock, chargin' from the gate
Like a rock, carryin' the weight
Like a rock
Like a rock, the sun upon my skin
Like a rock, hard against the wind
Like a rock, I see myself again
Like a rock
As Yami went on his way, the smile was still on his normally serious face. He was thinking of the song "Like a Rock" by Bob Seger.
His smile deepened as the song played in his head. Those girls had picked the right song to describe him.
I am like a rock, he thought.
He gave power to the powerless, help to the helpless, and disaster to those who deserved it…
Yami was like a rock…and a cowboy, riding on a golden horse into a town from the Old West, a black cowboy hat on his head, black boots on his feet and a golden sheriff's star pinned to his right breast pocket on his black shirt.
Yami smiled at the mental images those thoughts brought up. He thought of the TV show Walker Texas Ranger and the main character Cordell Walker, played by Chuck Norris. It was one of his favorite shows. He often got inspiration from both the episodes and Walker's karate moves used to beat up the bad guys (normally drug dealers and such).
Yami knew that just as James Dean was the "Rebel Without a Cause", so he was like a rock – standing straight as an arrow, stopping the bad guys, and of course, also being like Jack Bauer, played by Kiefer Sutherland on the TV show "24".
Well, what do you think? I think Yami is quite a bit like Cordell Walker from Walker Texas Ranger, James Dean from Rebel Without a Cause (may he rest in peace), and Jack Bauer from 24.