Hey there guys this is my first fanfiction that I just came up with the other day and wanted to right. I hope you like it and constructive criticism is appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
I, Yugi Mutou, am a psychopath.
No, no, not the cute, little, innocent one. No, not him, he could never be what I am. I made sure of it. He will not become anything close to my true nature, not one aspect of him will reflect me. I just want him to grow into an innocent, independent man so that I can finally fade into non-existence. That's all I can even wish for at this point.
Oh, that fateful day all those years ago. I have come to hate that day for existing because on that day, June 4, all those years ago, I was born. I was not always completely insane, I grew up with normal parents and had a normal childhood, an extravagant one be that as it may, but a normal one. I was raised by my parents who took the time to love and care for me, but I wasn't normal. I didn't like the toys other kids played with, I didn't like the games they played, I didn't like them for the most part either. My parents were concerned to a point, because they saw I had little to no friends, but being big time investors, they had other things to look after.
Yes, I was very different from most kids my age, I didn't want to play in some fiction land and dream. At the time I really didn't know what it was I did like, I just knew that nothing I was given to play with was ever any fun to me. That was until one day when I was 5, one of the cooks in the house accidently cut himself.
I had been walking by the kitchen when it happened because I had wanted a snack. However when I walked in the cook had just slit his finger with the knife. Normal kids in this situation would either have been scared for the cook or even the blood, but me, I just stood still in pure wonder. Watching the blood drip down his hand and knife was fascinating. I guess the cook mistook my wonder for shock that day because he kept going on about how he was okay, but in all honesty I didn't care, I just wanted to keep watching him bleed.
This started a long chain of events that spanned a couple of years. I decided to spend most of my free time pranking all of the staff, the only problem was my pranks were, as you say "dangerous." I became utterly obsessed with seeing something bleed again. Some of the best pranks included leaving knives in the washing machine, or leaving puddles around the house near some electrical appliances. The staff couldn't even complain to my parents about me, simply because they didn't know it was me, I was that good at not getting caught, although even I have to admit they probably had an inkling. Amazingly enough I never wanted to see myself bleed, it always had to be something else, I guess it could be considered a good thing that my parents never got me a pet. See I told you I was a psychopath.
I did have one really good friend though, his name was Ryou Bakura. He lived a few houses down from me and of all the kids in the neighborhood, and school, he was one of the very few I could stand. We had met when I was 5, right around the time the cook had cut himself, he had just transferred over here from England, I don't know what it was about him, but he was okay, he would be worth my time. We hung out almost everyday after we met, best part was that he was okay with me not wanting to play like everybody else. He, unlike most of the other kids, didn't call me a freak, he didn't ignore my presence and just allowed my to talk and I would listen when he talked. After about a year I had decided that I would tell him about my secret messed up fascination. I honestly expected to run and scream calling me a monster, I mean he may not have been categorized as "normal", but he was still far more sane than I was, but he just kinda sat there. I didn't know if that meant he was too scared to react or what but then he said to me that he didn't care, that we were friends and with that came accepting each others hobbies. He did later tell though that he wouldn't help me with my little hobby and I was perfectly fine with that, to be honest I didn't want to share my experience with anyone anyways. It was a nice friendship.
Of course all good things had to come to an end. I was about 7 when it happened. I was setting a bigger prank than usual that day because I knew it would cause whoever got caught in it to lose a lot of blood, not enough to kill them but you ,know enough to leave a decent puddle and stain. I hadn't acquired a taste for that just yet, at this point in time it was just the blood. Anyways, this prank was going to require some time and some careful planning, both of which I thought I had. You see, my latest idea was to string up some knives all around the door so that the next person to open it would get hit with all of them. I was in the middle of stringing up the third one when my mother came in. She saw me with the knives and got really angry with me going on and on about how dangerous they were, like i didn't already know. That was when she realized what I was doing, I think she almost lost it with me then, she sent me to my room and grounded me for 3 weeks, she told me I was only allowed out to get dinner at 6:30 and to go to school. I don't know what pissed me off the most about the whole situation, the fact that she wasn't supposed to have been home for another hour, that I got caught, or that I didn't get to see the fruits of my labor. I guess not getting to see Ryou for a little while also made me a little sad, but it wasn't really the thing on my mind.
Those 3 weeks were torture for me. I was beyond bored out of my mind and got nothing but constant lectures from my parents about how what I was doing was being wrong and could have seriously hurt someone. Trust me I knew, that was the point guys. Apparently the staff noticed that my little pranks had stopped since I was locked in my room and decided to tell my parents about it. This is where everything went wrong. They immediately put it together that it was me, they may have not knew why I was doing it, but they put enough together that I may have needed a psychiatrist or a doctor of some sort. I knew as soon as they found out about me that I would be locked up in one of those crazy mental asylums, and that was not happening. So I waited for my chance to strike I had to take them out and do it without the staff finding out and so it began.
Phase 1 of my plan was to figure out to make it look like someone broke in from the outside. I came up with the idea of putting a rock on a string and pulling the rock really hard in.
Phase 2 was to come up with how to do this so that it didn't look like I did it, the staff were already suspicious enough of me this would only confirm things. I decided to stick with some knives, my classic weapon, but I would make sure to wear some gloves so that there were no fingerprints.
Phase 3 was simply getting rid of the evidence, basically if I could get both of them without them screaming I would have enough time to go downstairs and throw the gloves and string in the trash and take it out because it was getting picked up tomorrow. If they did scream I would just shove it all under the bed and hope for the best.
Phase 4 was simply fake out everything I mean a little 7 year old couldn't have done this, right?
That next night everything went down. Everything was going perfectly to plan the break in even looked real. My parents didn't even have the chance to scream, and I had ample time to clean up and get ready, I didn't even get blood on my clothes. Phase 4 was about to start and I was on the edge of my nerves wondering if I really could pull this off. I left my bedroom door open and the proceeded to go to my parents room where I saw their bodies, to this day I don't feel guilty, I mean they were going to lock me up right? I couldn't just let that happen now could I? No, of course not, so I did what I had to. Anyways, I got near me mom put my hands and started screaming at the top of my lungs "Mommy! Wake up! Mommy!" over and over, I bet I looked like someone in a state of hysteria at that point. About 2 minutes later a maid came running in, she saw me screaming and crying at my mother and in a flash she grabbed the phone and called the police. I wouldn't stop my constant screaming and at one point someone grabbed me around the waist and pulled me away from my mother I was keeping up and the act and struggling to get back to her but the person wouldn't let me. I later found out it was the maid and she was doing what the police told her to. I guess my act was enough to convince everyone that it wasn't me who did it because I was never even listed as a suspect. Didn't really ever pay attention to the investigation after that, I didn't care enough to, plus the adults didn't want me knowing more than I had to about it, whatever.
The aftermath wasn't very pretty either but it was better than getting locked up in some asylum. First off they did end up sending to a doctor in the end, but for a whole different reason this time, apparently they needed to make sure I was alright and such, stupid stuff. Of course the police did have to question me but I had already come up with a beautiful cover story as for why I was in there, I had simply had a nightmare that night and went to my parent's room to make myself feel better, and then I found them like that. Nothing incriminating at all.
I had been spending the past 2 weeks at an orphanage, I wasn't there permanently, but my grandfather who was supposed to be taking care of me now need some time and asked for me to have a temporary residence. It was during these 2 weeks that I really began to see just how wrong I was. Nobody talked to me and I didn't try to talk to them, that and the past happenings the few nights before had me really thinking just what a monster I am. Not saying I didn't like it in some fucked up way, but I don't know it just clicked that I was wrong. That was the snapping point for me and in those 2 weeks in that orphanage, I went from a sadistic freak that didn't talk, to a pacifist freak that didn't talk to anyone. Yep, you heard me right, what you don't know was how I did it. I was still my original self, oh yes I was still here, the difference was I was on the inside now, the pacifist was the outer personality.
I will admit it was weird feeling my body move on its own accord without me moving it, but I knew it was for the best. When my grandfather came to pick me up he looked a bit shocked, he did know me before the incident, so seeing me after I guess he didn't expect such a big change. I looked a lot more my age because I didn't have permanent scowl etched into my face so my eyes looked bigger and I looked a bit shorter due to slouching that I was now apparently doing. So he helped me with my things and brought me to the car. We didn't talk much, not that I wanted to and the outer personality was too busy crying about his parents that I killed. He has no memory of what truly happened that night, he will not know the cruelties that I committed, he will only remember a made up childhood that was bright and innocent. He may know that he was bullied but he will remember days filled with fun and toys. That's all he needs to know, for he will not become anything like me in anyways shape or form, I will make sure of it.
I never did get to see Ryou again after that, I wonder what happened to him, but he was probably better off without me in his life anyways. I didn't let the outer personality know about Ryou, he was crying about enough already he didn't need to know he actually used to have a friend. Grandfather's place was a game shop, how fitting for me, the game living at the game shop anyone want to buy me?
I spent my days just watching Yugi live out his life. Yes, Yugi, for that is what he would be, he will take my place and live out the rest of my life, for I do not want to exist. I will sit in the back of his mind hiding all the cruelties and worries from him and slowly fade into nonexistence. He seemed to have a thing for games and was always playing them, and that imagination was expansive, nothing I ever had. Of course the bullies didn't let up, but instead of his thoughts being filled with ways to hurt them, they were filled with silly things about having no self confidence. Everything was going to plan and soon my presence wouldn't be needed, because I would be satisfied with the result of what Yugi would become.
Everything was going to plan, that is, key word being was. Little Yugi's 8th birthday present just had to fuck it all up. Grandfather just had to give him something that would mess up everything. I was close to being happy with the product and I would have completely let myself fade into nothing, into a rash darkness where I probably belonged, but no grandfather, you just had to give him the fucking millennium puzzle.