Hi everyone! (If there is anyone reading my fics) I've been anomalously reviewing for a long time on , and now I'm finally putting up a story!
Anyway, intros-
I'm DarkAngel302, but you can call me Angel, or DA, I don't really care.
I have a yami, and 3 muses! My yami is YDA, or Meiko, that doesn't matter either. Then there are my wonderful muses: Ginta, Miwa, and Yuu!
Meiko: So, your done now?
Angel: Yep!
Malik: Okay, is she always this preppy?
Ginta: No, just now.
Miwa: Usually she's, well . . . How would you describe her?
Yuu: Psychotic?
Meiko: That would be Angel. -.-
Malik: We could just get on with the story . . .
Angel: Alright! Okay, I will be adding Yaoi in later chapters, just not now.
Meiko: This is an angst, right?
Angel: For the first few chapters. Anyway, I want to start, turn on the radio, or my CD player or something.
Malik: Why?
Ginta: That's how she works.
Miwa: Finding a song that will relate to her story,
Yuu: Then putting it on repeat until she finishes her chapter.
Meiko: It gets annoying after a while. -.-
Angel: 0.0 Uh, thanks guys. Anyway, to all who got my pen-name from Freai, tell her she rocks:
FREAI I LOVE YOU! YOU ROCK! AND I HOPE YOU'RE NOT TELLING THESE PEOPLE LIES, LIKE I'M A GOOD WRITER OR SOMETHING!?!
Meiko: Because that's not true.
Angel: Aren't you my yami? You are supposed to be nice to me.
Meiko: Not nessicerly, take a look at Bakura.
Bakura: (Sharpening dagger and thinking of ways to torture Ryou) Hm . . . What? (Sees every starting at him)
Ginta: -.- Nothing.
Angel: Okay, enough talking, on to the story!
Ryou - Ryou Bakura
Bakura- Yami Bakura (Tomb robber, spirit of the ring, exc. Exc. . .)
Malik - Malik Ishtar
Marik - Yami Malik
Yugi - Yugi Motou
Yami - Yami Yugi
P.S. This is for the whole fic, this doesn't mean that they will all be in this chapter.
>yami to hikari>
/Hikari to yami/
"Speaking"
thinking to themselves
Song lyrics
(Author notes)
DarkAngel302 doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh, any of its characters, or the Song 'I'm just a kid,' that's owned by Simple Plan.
P.S. For all that is mis-spelled, BLAME MY STUPID COMPUTER! I can't fix them, T.T
I'm Just a Kid
Chapter 1
Early morning sunshine poured through the window, giving the room a dream-like haze. Ryou Bakura finally opened his eyes after giving up on going back to sleep, silently reminding himself why he hated horror movies so much, they won't let him sleep at night. It was Sunday, joy, no school, but it was early. 1 Messy silver-white bangs fell over his large chocolate brown eyes as he turned over to groggily check the clock.
7:03 a.m.
I woke up it was seven
I waited till eleven
Just to find out that no one would call
He lay there, his mind in sort of a daze. What was it he was supposed to do today? He stared unblinkingly at the clock, not really reading what it said, trying to remember. After a while he gave up and snapped out of the daze, he blinked, and the clock read 11:21. Realization smacked him like a ton of bricks. Joey was supposed to tell Yugi to call me before 10! What if they already called?
The white-haired teen scrambled out of bed, tripping himself over his backpack on the way out his door. Practically falling down the stairs and through the empty house he lived in, he made it to the kitchen forgetting he was still only in his boxers. Only to find the answering machine blank.
Ryou felt his breath catch in his throat, they hadn't called, so he hadn't missed them. That was good . . . and bad. Ryou sighed, letting his bangs hid his eyes as he looked at the floor, leaning against the kitchen counter. Joey didn't tell Yugi at all, no one was calling him.
I think I got a lot of friends, but I don't hear from them
Ryou ended up wasting the day away, trying desperately to find something to distract him; to trick his mind into thinking that he was just doing something else instead of waiting by the phone for someone to call him. Yeah, that worked, lets put it in perspective, he worked on a rubix cube for three and a half hours. Fun . . .
He lounged around in torn, faded jeans and a plain white T-shirt; switching often between watching TV, surfing the internet, reading, and playing with the rubix cube. He didn't eat anything at all that day, not really caring, he had other things on his mind.
What's another night alone?
When your spending everyday on your own
And here it goes
It seemed to him that all of his weekends were like this, never leaving the house. He had friends! Or, at least he thought he did. Ryou often questioned himself if the four people he hung around with, helped out, and thought he was friends with really . . . didn't want him around? They let him hang around them, but never really paid attention, he was the one who always went over to them; but what would happen if he just . . . stopped?
Would they care?
I'm just a kid
And life is a nightmare
I'm just a kid
I know that's not fair
Life back in England had been slightly different, for the worse. He had had no friends whatsoever, everyone thought he was some crazy psychopathic freak who could somehow make you go into a coma until the end of time. Here in Japan, at least he had people he called friends, but they never really seem that way. Of course he also had his little fan club, and who could forget the school bullies that his so called 'friends' never helped him from.
So, every day he was ignored, beaten, and then beaten again when he got home . . . by Bakura.
Nobody cares 'cuz I'm alone and the world is having more fun than me
Tonight
It seemed to Ryou that he never went out and did anything anymore, but then again what would he do? It was quite depressing for him to think that the rest of the world was probably having the best time in the world, while he sat in his living room feeling sorry for himself.
Maybe he should just go out by himself. But the last time he tried that he finally came to his senses after being very drunk and high, and was about have sex with some hot girl two or three years older than him. But also found out he had a tattoo on his back by his left shoulder blade, a permanent one.
I guess going out by himself would be a bad idea.
And maybe when the night is dead I'll craw into my bed
Staring at these four walls again
After wasting a whole day in his living room, Ryou finally went to bed around 2 AM, and by this point he was very depressed to say in the least. Ryou was just glad he was too chicken to cut himself (blood made him squeamish anyway) He sat down on his bed, staring at his blank room, and was wondering once again what he was doing.
Ryou had lived by himself ever since his mom died, any other teen would have thrown a wild party or something by now. But Ryou seemed to be more responsible than any other teen, that's probably why his father trusts him. His father was always away on trips, he barley came home at all. Ryou sighed.
What was wrong with him?
I'll try to think about the last time I had a good time
When was the last time he actually had fun? Ryou thought about this while walking to school the next day. He guessed it would have to be back in Duelist Kingdom, he felt like he belonged somewhere, and his yami wasn't there to mess things up either. For those few days, he had a normal life, or as normal as it could get in a Duel Monsters tournament run by a complete mad-man.
As Ryou reached Domino High, he saw Yugi Tea Joey and Tristan standing by one of the many large Sakura Trees. Ryou mildly wondered if he just kept walking, they wouldn't notice him, or care for that matter.
He bet they wouldn't notice him until lunch, or later, if he stayed quiet and out of the way.
Well, they did.
Everybody's got somewhere to go
And they're going to leave me here on my own
By lunch, Ryou was about to go ballistic, he needed to know if they missed him at all. Maybe they thought he was just sick or something. He walked over to the picnic table they sat at, not having a lunch at all for himself.
"Hey guys," Ryou says in his usual soft, sweet British accent. Yugi smiled up at him, of course, he smiles at everyone.
"Hey Ryou! Where have you been all morning?"
"Oh, just . . . around," Ryou said sheepishly.
"You tired or something?" Joey asked, giving him a weird look.
"Yeah, I guess so." I didn't really get any sleep last night. Maybe I was just over reacting, Joey probably just forgot or something. That sounds like something Joey would do.
"So, you still up for this afternoon Yuge?" Joey asked, leaving Ryou standing there.
"You bet!"
Then again, maybe not. Ryou sighed, and turned to leave. The four didn't even notice him, they were caught up in some conversation of their own.
And here it goes
Maybe I should just transfer back to England, or to somewhere else. Maybe to Egypt? Then I could see Malik anytime he wanted, he was a better friend to me anyway.
I'm just a kid
And life is a nightmare
I'm just a kid
I know that's not fair
Nobody cares 'cuz I'm alone and the world is having more fun than me
Tonight
Ryou sat down underneath a different Sakura Tree, watching the other students chat with their friends as the walked past him. No one noticed him at all. Serenity Wheeler and Duke Devlin walked by, and they both waved at him before leaving to where ever they were going, but that was about it.
What the hell is wrong with me
Why do I have to be so weird, he thought to himself while playing with some blades of grass. I'm just not normal. Why can't I find someone who understood me for what he am? Why did the gods have to make everything have to go wrong for me, what have I done?
Why can't I live a normal life?
Don't fit in with anybody
How did this happen to me?
Nobody seemed to have the same interests as Ryou, he liked many different things that don't go together at all. He likes to read constantly, and it's just about every fiction genera you can think of, but he especially likes Shakespeare, Horror stories, and action manga. He draws constantly as well, and it can be of anything, as long as the thing will stay still long enough. He also reads and writes fanfiction on the internet. Not to mention he rocks at video games and watches anime.
(I basically just described myself, but I don't really care.)
But what happened to him?
During his earlier years of his life, before he got the ring, he was always a very social person, everyone trusted him, and he had made friends with everyone in his Elementary school, even the teachers. But something happened, and he just stopped.
Ryou betted he still had that social side to him, he just had to find someone to help him bring it out, but no one gave him the slightest glance.
Wide awake and I'm bored and I can't fall asleep
Ryou was so troubled by this, and bored out of his mind, he actually fell asleep in History, which really wasn't like him. Ryou escaped the pit hole of hell, also called school, and walked strayly into the park. He stayed there till the sun started to set, still thinking about his troubles.
But this seemed to be a very bad thing to be out so long, Bakura was waiting for him.
And every night is the worst night ever
Ryou silently crept through his front door, it was dark outside, as well as in the house. This either meant that Bakura wasn't home, or he wanted some fun and was going to not only beat the shit out of Ryou, but scare him to death as well.
There were no sounds, so Bakura must be out. Ryou let out a sigh of relief, and tried to turn on a light, it worked. Ryou turned around to meet his yami face to face. Ryou yelped in surprise, and backed quickly into the wall. Bakura smiled evilly, a very drunken look in his eyes, and proceeded on his hikari.
I'm just a kid
Screams.
Screams of pain muffled by thick walls could be heard outside of the house. Neighbors heard, but turned out there lights, ignoring the sounds.
I'm just a kid
Lights flashed, but really it was just one light, being covered repeatedly by a person's body. Through the window, horrible shadows of someone what looked like was torturing another person.
And the screams continued.
I'm just a kid
Until it was just whimpering . . .
Then all went still for a moment . . .
Before a bloody, mangled body crashed through the window. The glass surrounded Ryou on the ground; cutting, and imbedding themselves into his already beaten, cut and bruised skin. Ryou scrambled to his feet and tried to get as far away from his house as humanly possible.
Then it started to rain. (Typical)
I'm just a kid
And life is a nightmare
I'm just a kid
I know that's not fair
He finally slowed down, limping alone the sidewalk, tears streaming down his face, and blood dripping to the sidewalk as he walked. Leaving a trail of red liquid behind him. His 'friends' didn't even realize he was abused, even when he came to school either limping, bruised, or his hair sprayed over a certain side of his face to cover a black eye. Or did they notice, and just not care?
Nobody cares 'cuz I'm alone and the world is
Nobody wants to be alone in the world
As Ryou limped along the empty streets, he recognized a shop to his left, he had only been there two or three times before. He looked through the large glass window to see a few familiar faces.
I'm just a kid
And life is a nightmare
I'm just a kid
I know that's not fair
Joey seemed to be doing an impression of some kind, while the others laughed, chatted, and just hung out.
Like normal kids.
Ryou stood outside, the rain beating down on his head and shoulders, one bloodied hand pressed against the glass window. Why wasn't he with them, his friends, why did he have to be so . . .
Was there even a word for it?
Nobody cares 'cuz I'm alone and the world is
Nobody wants to be alone in the world
A few cars passed by him as Ryou stood there, watching the four for quite a while, but they never noticed the desperate teen.
Suddenly there was a car horn behind him, Ryou jerked his head around to see a limo, with Mokuba hanging out an open door.
"Hey Ryou! Do you need a ride?"
Nobody cares 'cuz I'm alone and the world is having more fun than me
Tonight
"Sure," he said slowly. Where would he tell Mokuba to take him? Who knows? 'Cause Ryou was defiantly not going home, and there was no where else for him. But he entered the limo anyway, leaving a bloody hand print on the glass outside the Kame Game Shop.
I'm all alone, tonight
Seto Kaiba sat on the far end of the limo, looking down upon Ryou like he always does. Ryou just smiled politely, but a very small and faint smile, and closed the limo door.
Nobody cares, tonight
Mokuba sat next to Ryou, and noticed, from his view, that the back of Ryou's head was red. Shocked, he sat silently, noticing other things wrong with Ryou:
He was covered in blood
He had a black eye
His right leg was bent in , what had to be, a very uncomfortable position
And there was glass embedded in parts of his skin.
Mokuba looked over to his brother, who didn't seem to notice. So Mokuba had to say something, that would help persuade his older brother to help the injured white-haired teen.
"Um, Ryou? Are you okay?"
"Yes Mokuba. Why do you ask?"
'Cuz I'm just a kid, tonight
"Because you're bleeding on the seats."
Angel: Mokuba just had to point out the obvious.
Meiko: Kaiba didn't seem to notice.
Ginta: Just like those other guys.
Angel: Well, for my little author points:
1 Japan has school Monday-Saturday, I believe. So Sunday would be a weekend for them.
Yuu: Correct her if she is wrong.
Angel: Well, end of Chapter 1. To all who will ask, it will be a RyouxSeto Yaoi, not a RyouxMokuba.
Miwa: Please review!