I made a messy little comic based on some headcanons I have with these three. Personally I feel like Yubel and Haou would have no problem doing anything to get Shugo to loosen up a bit. And Haou was a big flirt with Shugo, much to the latter’s confusion and Yubel’s dismay.
@itsashowtime
So my internet went out around Sunday and it finally came back. And during that time, I started thinking about Yubel and Shugo. There isn’t really any depictions of their relationship, and it’s a little upsetting.
I can imagine them being almost like best friends when interacting without specific feelings coming into effect. And I am kinda fond of the idea that Shugo didn’t get semi-possessed until a short while after Yubel became a badass dragon. Therefore Yubel was the first to notice something changing about Shugo, but they didn’t really think anything bad about it. Brings good ideas for angst later on.
And I like the idea of Shugo fighting against the Light for the longest time before slowly giving in.
“Of course!” the Light giggled playfully. “I trust you whole-heartly, dear Shugo!”
The glow of the entity seemed to dance a little before slightly dimming. Time was almost up, in fact, the Light could hear the irritating voice of the Prince.
“Promise me one thing, though,” the Light pleaded, allowing his voice to show fear. He needed to ensure that Shugo didn’t give away this little game too soon.
“Promise that you won’t tell anyone about me. Especially the Prince. He would get very upset that you’re not talking to him about this. And I don’t think I could handle being around someone I don’t fully know,” begged the Light. Personally, he rather hated anyone pitying him, but he had to ensure Shugo’s silence.
Shugo was outstanding at keeping promises. He was already good at keeping everything bottled up!
“Do not worry,” He assured the voice, letting out a soft chuckle. “I will keep quiet if that is what you wish. I do not want the Prince knowing about this either.”
Just before he could thank the being, the Protector perked up upon hearing a familiar voice. It was Jougo! And he looked quite frantic. He was yelling something.
Shugo blinked.
“Farewell for now, my dear,” the Light mumbled, his feelable presence fading away with the warm glow. However, he watched, unsensed, as the protector hurried to the Prince.
What an irritating brat, that Jougo. That miserable little Prince is starting wear down on his last nerve. Thankfully, however, this new development was just what the ancient being needed. Shugo, the dear child, would prove to be invaluable to the entity’s plans.
As he watched the children interact, the Light chuckled to himself, amused by the seeds of doubts that would fester in the protector. And when they bloom into strangling vines, the Light will gladly watch the little Prince squirm.
“Poor little Prince, unable to protect his heart.”
“I’m still here,” the Light murmured, comforting the protector. “And I understand fully. However, we all have a purpose, even if it is unknown at the moment. One cannot force life to show its hand.”
The Light gave off a warm glow, casting away the shadows that had gathered around the protector’s feet unnoticed. That bratty Prince just had to walk away, leaving the entity to squash his rage to avoid spooking the blonde child.
“Perhaps you hold an even greater purpose to the Prince, one that cannot be described as just ‘protecting,’” the Light purred, allowing the warmth to wrap around Shugo’s shoulder.
Sensing the boy’s discomfort, the Light softly promised, “It may be uncomfortable to talk now, but as you continue, it’ll get better. You’re helping to better yourself for everyone you care for.”
“If you would prefer, you could continue talking to me rather than someone else. After all, I’m always ready to lend a listening ear,” the Light softly giggled.
Ah, that’s right. Why the rush…? Shugo scratched his cheek after nodding slowly at the voice’s response. Perhaps he was being impatient and simply needed to wait. Yeah…
Feeling warmth, the Protector’s lips curved into a small smile. It was a bit tingly, but overall, it was a comforting feeling. It felt almost like an embrace.
“What other purpose would there be?” He couldn’t help but chuckle at the idea. Like he’d ever be more. He shook his head once again then glanced off to the side.
“Ahh, thank you. I am starting to understand why it is best to let it out.” Shugo closed his eyes.
“If you do not mind, I will talk to you. Just know that if you have anything you are worrying about, you can talk to me too, though I doubt I will be of any help.”
“Of course!” the Light giggled playfully. “I trust you whole-heartly, dear Shugo!”
The glow of the entity seemed to dance a little before slightly dimming. Time was almost up, in fact, the Light could hear the irritating voice of the Prince.
“Promise me one thing, though,” the Light pleaded, allowing his voice to show fear. He needed to ensure that Shugo didn’t give away this little game too soon.
“Promise that you won’t tell anyone about me. Especially the Prince. He would get very upset that you’re not talking to him about this. And I don’t think I could handle being around someone I don’t fully know,” begged the Light. Personally, he rather hated anyone pitying him, but he had to ensure Shugo’s silence.
The Light listened intentively to the boy as he spoke, storing the information away for later use.
How interesting to see how this all played out. ‘Here I thought using a blank slate would be better,’ the Light mused as the protector went unsure. “I’m listening,” he encouraged.
‘To think, I was worried that my hard work would go to waste,’ the being thought. 'Of course, the Darkness just had to play the hero and make my job easier.’
To think, all the Light wanted was a simple pawn to use against the champion of the Darkness. Just a simple wipe of the memory of a prince, and then to go on remodeling his new toy. But before the Light could begin reteaching the boy’s mind, he up and disappeared.
And now, here he was, a loyal protector to the Light’s rival. The little Prince was setting up his own fall as he grew closer to the blonde protector. The Light’s perfect little soldier.
He doesn’t feel any better. Maybe he should continue venting. Nodding at the voice, he exhaled.
“I understand that it is important for one to focus on the future. And whilst I appreciate how the Prince tells me that we can simply make new memories, I find it very difficult to… Move forth.”
Shugo shrugged his shoulders lightly and fixed his mask again.
“I do not know who or what I am, or even why I am here. I thought I was destined to protect the Prince, yet Yubel took the official role and title of his Protector… I am not mad, I understand. It is just… Haa…I suppose I just want a purpose in life and stop thinking that it is all pointless.”
He paused and glances about, hoping he hadn’t scared the voice away.
“I’m still here,” the Light murmured, comforting the protector. “And I understand fully. However, we all have a purpose, even if it is unknown at the moment. One cannot force life to show its hand.”
The Light gave off a warm glow, casting away the shadows that had gathered around the protector’s feet unnoticed. That bratty Prince just had to walk away, leaving the entity to squash his rage to avoid spooking the blonde child.
“Perhaps you hold an even greater purpose to the Prince, one that cannot be described as just 'protecting,’” the Light purred, allowing the warmth to wrap aroung Shugo’s shoulder.
Sensing the boy’s discomfort, the Light softly promised, “It may be uncomfortable to talk now, but as you continue, it’ll get better. You’re helping to better yourself for everyone you care for.”
“If you would prefer, you could continue talking to me rather than someone else. After all, I’m always ready to lend a listening ear,” the Light softly giggled.
‘Gotcha.’
“No, no! You could never burden me, dear one. It is only natural to want to express oneself. You, for some reason, seem to force yourself to stay quiet,” the Light explained. “It’s not healthy for you to do such a thing. Especially with those kinds of thoughts.”
The Light allowed warmth and comfort to seep into his voice, making his words appear genuine.
“I understand that it is difficult, but do trust me with your honest feelings. You could think of me as a mirror, reflecting you to yourself.”
Noticing the doubt lingering around the boy, the Light added, “If you can’t trust yourself, than who can you trust, Shugo?”
Not healthy? … The Voice has a point.
Shugo leant back and heaved another sigh. Maybe he was a ticking time bomb. If he silenced himself for any longer, he’d end up doing something stupid that’d put everyone’s life in danger.
The Protector drew circles in the dirt with his finger. The owner of The Voice seemed so caring. It reminded him of a father figure- something he never really had. It made him feel obliged to talk.
“Uh,” Where to start. “Well… I suppose I will start talking then.” He winced, then stared into the distance.
“I have many questions that I ask myself,” He begun awkwardly, “And I suppose it is mostly because I cannot recall my earlier memories.”
Shugo rubbed the back of his head.
“It is as if my mind had been wiped completely when I first arrived here. The only thing I could recall was… White.”
The Light listened intentively to the boy as he spoke, storing the information away for later use.
How interesting to see how this all played out. ‘Here I thought using a blank slate would be better,’ the Light mused as the protector went unsure. “I’m listening,” he encouraged.
'To think, I was worried that my hard work would go to waste,’ the being thought. 'Of course, the Darkness just had to play the hero and make my job easier.’
To think, all the Light wanted was a simple pawn to use against the champion of the Darkness. Just a simple wipe of the memory of a prince, and then to go on remodeling his new toy. But before the Light could begin reteaching the boy’s mind, he up and disappeared.
And now, here he was, a loyal protector to the Light’s rival. The little Prince was setting up his own fall as he grew closer to the blonde protector. The Light’s perfect little soldier.
“Oh well. I can’t force you to talk of your feelings regarding certain matters,” the Light softly sighed.
Once again, the boy had brushed off this offered hand. It was so natural for him apparently. The entity hummed softly, filling the silence.
How oblivious must that Prince be, if he can’t see the protector’s pain. Too ignore one’s own friends is rather dangerous in this time. It leaves perfect openings for the Light to exploit. Now, if only he could get the boy to speak.
“Perhaps you would prefer to speak of other things. I don’t truly see you as entirely made of stone,” the being gently teased. “After all, no one comes to sit all by their lonesome and easily pushes away company.”
“Besides, I can already hear the gears in your head starting to push a bit faster. You already know what bound to happen at that rate,” the Light scolded gently. “It’s better to talk about something to slow your thoughts, rather than stay silent and suffer another breakdown. Even if you manage to hide it from everyone else, it’ll come back to haunt you.”
Shugo picked up yet another pebble to throw into the lake.
He appreciated the company, he really did. But he found it difficult being open to anyone. He always thought that he’d be a burden- or it’d be unnecessary to express his feelings or opinions. Who’d want to deal with some amnesiac anyways? Shugo would rather hear people out. Hear their stories, memories, feelings…
With a sigh, he flung the pebble and watched it skid across the water– then froze. His eyes widened and he slowly adjusted his mask with two fingers. Had The Voice seen him crying before…?
“…What is there to talk about?” He asked softly. “How I feel as though I have no purpose? How I feel as if I have no place in this world? How I miss seeing the Prince and his shockingly bright yet comforting smile…?”
Shugo paused momentarily, then shook his head. It was his first time expressing his thoughts, and he didn’t like where it was going.
“…My apologies, forget what I said. I do not want to burden you.”
That was the last thing he wanted.
‘Gotcha.’
“No, no! You could never burden me, dear one. It is only natural to want to express oneself. You, for some reason, seem to force yourself to stay quiet,” the Light explained. “It’s not healthy for you to do such a thing. Especially with those kinds of thoughts.”
The Light allowed warmth and comfort to seep into his voice, making his words appear genuine.
“I understand that it is difficult, but do trust me with your honest feelings. You could think of me as a mirror, reflecting you to yourself.”
Noticing the doubt lingering around the boy, the Light added, “If you can’t trust yourself, than who can you trust, Shugo?”
“I came to check on you. It’s been awhile since we last talked, and I do worry for you,” the entity murmured, the impression of a sad smile bleeding through. “I’m starting to think you enjoy being alone with your thoughts.”
God, this is fun. To think the poor child is so comfortable with him, when he is so close to the Darkness. This is too good, and the look on the little Prince’s face would be priceless.
Although, the Light felt for the protector. It truly did. To not remember one’s own past is devastating, and upsetting. But, the entity had a plan for the universe, and should he drag others into the eternal depths, then so be it.
‘Besides, this adds more entertainment value this time around,’ the Light thought cruelly.
“Honestly, dear Shugo, you understand that you can confide in me right? I only seek to best serve you after all,” the voice reminded the boy, gentle care and soft concern dancing together within the words.
Not many people worry about this blonde one here. Everybody knows that he’s capable of defending himself. Well, when it comes to physical things, that is.
“I suppose.”
He replied, not planning to elaborate any further. In true honesty, he didn’t like being alone with his thoughts like this. He always ended up overthinking which often lead to him having emotional breakdowns.
Jougo being busy didn’t help either. He was always training nowadays, and whilst Shugo understood that it was necessary for the upcoming war, he wished that Jougo would return to his side.
“Confide,” He mused, picking up a small pebble and tossing it into the water. “No, I am fine. There is no need to.”
“Oh well. I can’t force you to talk of your feelings regarding certain matters,” the Light softly sighed.
Once again, the boy had brushed off this offered hand. It was so natural for him apparently. The entity hummed softly, filling the silence.
How oblivious must that Prince be, if he can’t see the protector’s pain. Too ignore one’s own friends is rather dangerous in this time. It leaves perfect openings for the Light to exploit. Now, if only he could get the boy to speak.
“Perhaps you would prefer to speak of other things. I don’t truly see you as entirely made of stone,” the being gently teased. “After all, no one comes to sit all by their lonesome and easily pushes away company.”
“Besides, I can already hear the gears in your head starting to push a bit faster. You already know what bound to happen at that rate,” the Light scolded gently. “It’s better to talk about something to slow your thoughts, rather than stay silent and suffer another breakdown. Even if you manage to hide it from everyone else, it’ll come back to haunt you.”