I've always wanted to try doing a story like this, but I was held back because I, most of the time, do not like the idea of incest. Nevertheless, I'm writing it anyway, just so I can say I tried. If you don't like the idea of Atem and Yugi being brothers, then you should go. That's all I really have to say. Thanks.
"Atem, meet your brother:Yugi."
Seven years later, and I could still remember those words - that entire day - with a crystal clearness. I was twelve then, but I could still smell the apple scented candles burning on the table. Could still hear the slight tremor in my mother's voice as she introduced me to the product of my father's sordid love affair. I could even still see the dark, cloudy sky outside the window, the way it looks right before rainfall.
You see, my dad was a hard man to pin down. Give him an inch, and he would take a mile. And that was exactly what he did to my mother. Countless times. We've even had to move countries because of his recklessness; from my homeland of Egypt, to the crowded streets of Japan. And, alas, Japan was where my father decided to chase tail. Lots of it, too. Without my mother ever even knowing. Until - boom - one mistress of his became pregnant.
But I didn't blame Mrs. Motou for that at all. It wasn't her fault; she didn't know my father was married - or a dirt-bag. But eventually, like all great lies, she found out. And when she found out, she made sure my mom found out. Thus began my father's hell from both ends of his pathetic life. He wasn't able to get a moment of peace between the two vengeful women.
Now, fortunately, he was not in the picture, but, unfortunately, neither was Mrs. Motou. (For two separate reasons, I assure you. Dad left, while Mrs. Motou was unfairly taken away in a car accident.) With no one else left in her family to take care of the child, Yugi (a small, quiet boy at the time) came to live with us. His next-of-kin.
Same dad, different moms. We were siblings.
As the years went by, we grew up as a real family. I was now 19, and he 18. But there was a deep, hidden part of me that didn't want Yugi as a sibling. Not because I was jealous of him, and not because I liked being an only child. It was because, from the moment I saw those purple eyes staring at me from behind my mother's leg, lightning had struck me.
Seven years later, and I learned everything anyone could ever want to know about Yugi. He was smart (always leaping at the opportunity to help me with homework), kind (he never left a person in need), and he believed in fairness and the good of everyone. I learned how he loved eating hamburgers, but hated that one soggy pickle that always was hidden in the bun. I learned that he never ate a handful of jellybeans, opting to eat and savor them one at a time. And he hated chickpeas and lima beans. And, I learned that he was cute - distressingly so, I may add. And, over time, I discovered exactly just how much I loved him.
But he was my brother.