So, this is the first story I'm posting; however, it is not the first story I've written. I got this idea after reading several other fictions out there, and it just kind of popped into my head. Either way, enjoy and R&R.

I obviously don't own Yugioh or I wouldn't be writing this.

Chapter 1- Home and School Blues

Two young men waited in the ally behind Domino High like a pair of starving wolves. They lingered in the darkness patiently, certain their daily prey would arrive in a matter of seconds. Since they live in the same neighborhood, the effeminate and weary boy had no choice but to cross their path, and when he did they were both prepared.

Off in the distance, the smaller boy with dark, spiked hair spotted a diminutive male approaching as usual. Snickering, he whispered to his friend, "Hiro, it looks like our friend arrived early today. Isn't he in for a treat today?"

"You know it, Yuki. Rumor has it he's a queer. Good think I don't have gym with him," Hiro heckled, preparing his brass knuckles. His only two hobbies were working out, explaining his muscular, marine body, and picking on Yugi. Coming from a military family, he always wore his jet black hair in their style. In his eyes, the only real looked identical to him.

Yuki cracked his knuckles as Yugi approached. With each step he took, his eyes became two scarlet quarters. He noticed Yugi shaking slightly, and began clearing his throat to declare his and Hiro's presence. Yugi neared the ally and tried to walk right past the two bullies.

"Not so fast, dink." Hiro growled, grabbing Yugi by the collar and forcing his victim to face him. He shoved Yugi against the wall and raised his right arm menacingly. "Just where do you think you're going without us? We just want to have some fun with you."

Yugi's heart raced 100 miles an hour, his violet eyes cowering under the husky boy. Hiro chuckled in disdain as he delivered his first blow to Yugi's cheek. Making a sour face, he tried to suppress the copper-tasting liquid from creeping into his mouth. Before he could begin to cope with the pain, Yuki kicked him in the chest, causing him to double over with a yelp.

In the back of his mind, Yugi knew what was to happen next, for the routine was the same each day. After a strike to his ribs, they would throw him on the ground like an old rag doll and proceed to step on him until he no longer lay conscious. Sometimes the boys threw in a step or interchanged things, but for the most part the previous day was identical to the next.

After a series of vigorous blows, Yugi lay on the bleak ground making futile attempts to move or speak. Hiro spit in Yugi's eyes and laughed as Yuki stepped on his hand. Yugi could have had it different if he had only accepted their offer to join them in their mini gang, but he was too much of a goodie-goodie. Even as he lay with vermilion seeping out of his body, he could never bring himself to cause harm to another. A quality that made Hiro and Yuki wand to heave into the nearest corner.

"Take this as a little lesson, dink. Don't you ever try to evade us again!" He spat, giving Yugi a final kick for the day.

Yuki followed Hiro further into the ally. Before he disappearing, he turned and muttered, "You should've just joined us, kid. Then you could be the shark instead of the minnow."

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Yugi regained consciousness after about thirty minutes when a light rain trickled across Domino. Not a soul remained in the ally or at school, so for once, and as always, he was alone. He didn't have a friend who he could consult with his concerns or fears. The last time he befriended someone, he move and Yugi never heard from him again.

Of course, he had a feeling the boy wasn't at fault for that. His father, whom he only saw early in the morning and late night, flatly despised him. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe it was his multi-colored hair or slim figure. Whatever the reason, he never confronted Yugi unless he had the intentions of harming him in some way. Sometimes mentally, other times physically. If Jounouchi, his friend, had called or written, he was sure his father ignored him.

After giving himself a minute to snap out of his daze, Yugi staggered back to his house. His neighborhood was one of the few in the entire city with graphite on the signs and fences or wired fences instead of wooden. Yugi had the luck of being born into a family with alcoholics and high school drop-outs. Is father worked in construction, so he lived in the best house he could afford with his budget.

Yugi lived in a vomit-green house that one could easily mistake for an oversized box. He once had fantasies of repainting a more masculine color and fixing the lawn to make it a decent place, but his father never gave him permission. Anytime he asked, his father went into a snappy lecture on how girly yard work and painting were.

Entering through the screen door, Yugi seized the opportunity to grab some ice and a snack before his father returned home. He got a banana and disappeared into his room to complete his homework.

A few minutes after he pulled out his chemistry homework, Yugi heard a light thump coming from the living room. He jerked his head to the side, intently listening for his father. Koji seldom got off work at such an early hour, but occasionally his boss ran out things for them to do.

Yugi poked his head out of the door slightly to find Koji in the fridge, already attacking his beer. Quicker than lighting, Yugi scarffed down his banana and hoped his father wouldn't spot it hiding behind his bed. He resumed working on his homework his door flung open with Koji behind it, a bottle barely staying in his hand.

"Yug, what have you done with my babies?" He asked, referring to a bag of heroine he misplaced the previous night.

"Nothing, sir," Yugi replied as he scribbled his answers on a sheet of paper. If he got lucky, his father might accept his response and let him be.

"Tell me where it is," Koji hissed, picking up Yugi by the scruff of his shirt. "Give it to me, or I'll make damn sure you go without food for a week!"

"I just told you, I don't know. That stuff is terrible for you anyway, you should consider its disappearance a miracle," Yugi said coyly, figuring he couldn't escape his father's next move no matter what he said.

"Don't you try to tell me what's bad for me! I'm the adult, so I'll make those decisions!" He bellowed, throwing Yugi to the ground. With a grunt, he stormed out of the room to search the house for his drugs.

Yugi picked himself up and moved towards the window to look at the sky. Even though Domino was always too bright to unveil its exquisite stars, the sky and moon gave him a sense of peace and quiet when there was none. He stared blankly at the night sky like a man praying to a god for answers. He sat there for a second until a faint beam of light zipped across the sky, catching his attention at once. Despite his suspicion of the myth of placing wishes on shooting stars, he found them fascinating. All his life, he wanted to see just one.

He knew his ultimate wish would go on granted, so he considered the mere sight of the star enough of a prize. He wanted freedom and change in his life, but he understood his slim chances of obtaining those two riches. To him, the Earth had already granted his wish of a lifetime.