Never Doubt The Heart of a Yami
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Disclaimer: (I know, we hate them! They're just like commercials, but I have to put it here, so live with it!) I do not own any of the Yu-Gi-Oh characters! I claim the first amendment, freedom of speech! (There I said it it's done and over with! Now that wasn't so bad, was it?)
Chapter 1
Sensei Yami
The school bell rung, finally school was out for the summer. Yugi, a kind of short 9th grader with spiky multi colored hair, leaped into the air with great joy. He met up with his friends outside in the schoolyard, Tea, a girl with brown hair and brown eyes that Yugi secretly had a crush on, Joey, a blonde boy with brown eyes, Tristan, a tall brown haired brown eyed boy who was best friends with Joey, and Bakura, A 15 year old who had white hair and dark brown eyes and was very shy and withdrawn.
"Great school year, wasn't it guys?" Yugi said practically skipping out of the building.
Tea cleared her throat, "I'm not a guy!"
Yugi turned to her, "I'm sorry Tea."
"Great school year?" Tristan exclaimed, "This was the best school year of my life!"
Joey danced around happily and was chanting, "No more school, no more school, no more school..."
Bakura stood quietly in the shadows; a small smile marked his lips. His large, dark eyes gleamed brightly.
"Come on, I'll buy you all a chocolate malt." Tea yelled starting to run down the street. Yugi, Tristan, and Joey followed but Bakura stayed behind. None of them noticed that Bakura wasn't tagging along.
Bakura slowly stepped out of the shadows and began to walk to his home. He heard a loud voice from behind him, "Going somewhere, pretty-boy?" Bakura turned on his heal to see the group of bullies that had teased him and beat him throughout the school year.
Bakura started to step away from them. Though his heart raced he summoned the courage to talk back to them, "To bloody hell with you!" Bakura said in his light British accent, trying to hide his fear, even though you could clearly see his shirt vibrating with his racing pulse. "It's the end of school. Give me a break! Why don't you go celebrate or something?!"
The leader of the group of bullies looked at Bakura, "You're right, we should celebrate. Let's celebrate by killing ourselves a pretty-boy!" He chuckled. The bullies' group members chuckled too. They started to approach Bakura. Bakura would have run the other way if there weren't a fence to block his path.
Bakura stood his ground, knowing there was no other way to get away from the bullies then to fight. The bullies proceeded closer. Bakura stared at them, his eyes full of fear. The head bully grabbed Bakura by the collar of his uniform and held him up against the fence. Bakura struggled to get away, but he couldn't.
"Stop squirming," The bully yelled. He punched Bakura hard in the chest. A large cracking noise came from Bakura's body. Bakura stopped moving. "Woops", the bully said smiling, "I think I broke the pretty-boy!"
Bakura stayed silent though his eyes filled with pain. The bully frowned, "Why you not screamin'?!" The bully pulled a knife from his pocket, "Maybe this will get you screamin'!"
Bakura's eyes widened he stared at the knife. He knew that if the bully didn't kill him his heart would explode because it was moving at such a fast pace. The bully still looked disappointed, "Scream already!" Out of anger the bully swiped the knife across Bakura's arm. Bakura's dark, red blood fountained out of the wound and splashed everywhere. But, Bakura was too weak from fear to scream.
At this point, the bully was so frustrated he placed the knife's point over Bakura's throbbing heart. A shape left Bakura's body. All the bullies stared at the dark shape as it took form. It became, what looked like, an older form of Bakura. The older form began to speak, "Wanna fight?! Come fight me!" The older form's eyes glowed with an evil looking red light.
The bullies' faces went pale. The older Bakura made a dark energy ball the size of a ping-pong ball in his hand. He launched it at the head bully who held Bakura in one hand and the bloody knife in the other hand. The small energy ball sent the bully flying. Bakura fell to the ground and clutched his arm. The head bully got up, turned tail and ran. The other members of the bullies' gang followed.
Bakura looked up and smiled weakly at his Yami form. Bakura got up and was about to hug Yami Bakura and thank him for saving his life. Yami Bakura slapped Bakura with the back of his hand. Bakura stared at his Yami.
The Yami form of Bakura spoke, "You idiot! How could you let that bully walk all over you? Didn't you learn a thing from my teachings?!"
Bakura looked at him, "But sensei (that means teacher in Japanese), your teachings are brutal beatings."
Yami Bakura slapped Bakura harder, "Don't give me that sensei crap! You will address me as Yami Bakura! And my teaching method is just fine! It's you that can't take my lessons! How will you ever learn to use your dark energy if you refuse to learn?!" Yami Bakura kicked Bakura in the shin, bringing him down. "We will train harder, starting tonight!" With that, Yami Bakura disappeared into the millennium ring that dangled from Bakura's neck.
Bakura looked down at the ground. Dark red blood pooled around his hand. A single tear fell from his eye and landed on his cut. The salt-water tear burned Bakura's cut causing it to hurt more, but the pain that he felt in arm couldn't compare with the greater pain that he felt in his heart.
Bakura slowly stood, he clutched his bleeding arm and began to walk home, heavy heartedly.
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Disclaimer: (I know, we hate them! They're just like commercials, but I have to put it here, so live with it!) I do not own any of the Yu-Gi-Oh characters! I claim the first amendment, freedom of speech! (There I said it it's done and over with! Now that wasn't so bad, was it?)
Chapter 1
Sensei Yami
The school bell rung, finally school was out for the summer. Yugi, a kind of short 9th grader with spiky multi colored hair, leaped into the air with great joy. He met up with his friends outside in the schoolyard, Tea, a girl with brown hair and brown eyes that Yugi secretly had a crush on, Joey, a blonde boy with brown eyes, Tristan, a tall brown haired brown eyed boy who was best friends with Joey, and Bakura, A 15 year old who had white hair and dark brown eyes and was very shy and withdrawn.
"Great school year, wasn't it guys?" Yugi said practically skipping out of the building.
Tea cleared her throat, "I'm not a guy!"
Yugi turned to her, "I'm sorry Tea."
"Great school year?" Tristan exclaimed, "This was the best school year of my life!"
Joey danced around happily and was chanting, "No more school, no more school, no more school..."
Bakura stood quietly in the shadows; a small smile marked his lips. His large, dark eyes gleamed brightly.
"Come on, I'll buy you all a chocolate malt." Tea yelled starting to run down the street. Yugi, Tristan, and Joey followed but Bakura stayed behind. None of them noticed that Bakura wasn't tagging along.
Bakura slowly stepped out of the shadows and began to walk to his home. He heard a loud voice from behind him, "Going somewhere, pretty-boy?" Bakura turned on his heal to see the group of bullies that had teased him and beat him throughout the school year.
Bakura started to step away from them. Though his heart raced he summoned the courage to talk back to them, "To bloody hell with you!" Bakura said in his light British accent, trying to hide his fear, even though you could clearly see his shirt vibrating with his racing pulse. "It's the end of school. Give me a break! Why don't you go celebrate or something?!"
The leader of the group of bullies looked at Bakura, "You're right, we should celebrate. Let's celebrate by killing ourselves a pretty-boy!" He chuckled. The bullies' group members chuckled too. They started to approach Bakura. Bakura would have run the other way if there weren't a fence to block his path.
Bakura stood his ground, knowing there was no other way to get away from the bullies then to fight. The bullies proceeded closer. Bakura stared at them, his eyes full of fear. The head bully grabbed Bakura by the collar of his uniform and held him up against the fence. Bakura struggled to get away, but he couldn't.
"Stop squirming," The bully yelled. He punched Bakura hard in the chest. A large cracking noise came from Bakura's body. Bakura stopped moving. "Woops", the bully said smiling, "I think I broke the pretty-boy!"
Bakura stayed silent though his eyes filled with pain. The bully frowned, "Why you not screamin'?!" The bully pulled a knife from his pocket, "Maybe this will get you screamin'!"
Bakura's eyes widened he stared at the knife. He knew that if the bully didn't kill him his heart would explode because it was moving at such a fast pace. The bully still looked disappointed, "Scream already!" Out of anger the bully swiped the knife across Bakura's arm. Bakura's dark, red blood fountained out of the wound and splashed everywhere. But, Bakura was too weak from fear to scream.
At this point, the bully was so frustrated he placed the knife's point over Bakura's throbbing heart. A shape left Bakura's body. All the bullies stared at the dark shape as it took form. It became, what looked like, an older form of Bakura. The older form began to speak, "Wanna fight?! Come fight me!" The older form's eyes glowed with an evil looking red light.
The bullies' faces went pale. The older Bakura made a dark energy ball the size of a ping-pong ball in his hand. He launched it at the head bully who held Bakura in one hand and the bloody knife in the other hand. The small energy ball sent the bully flying. Bakura fell to the ground and clutched his arm. The head bully got up, turned tail and ran. The other members of the bullies' gang followed.
Bakura looked up and smiled weakly at his Yami form. Bakura got up and was about to hug Yami Bakura and thank him for saving his life. Yami Bakura slapped Bakura with the back of his hand. Bakura stared at his Yami.
The Yami form of Bakura spoke, "You idiot! How could you let that bully walk all over you? Didn't you learn a thing from my teachings?!"
Bakura looked at him, "But sensei (that means teacher in Japanese), your teachings are brutal beatings."
Yami Bakura slapped Bakura harder, "Don't give me that sensei crap! You will address me as Yami Bakura! And my teaching method is just fine! It's you that can't take my lessons! How will you ever learn to use your dark energy if you refuse to learn?!" Yami Bakura kicked Bakura in the shin, bringing him down. "We will train harder, starting tonight!" With that, Yami Bakura disappeared into the millennium ring that dangled from Bakura's neck.
Bakura looked down at the ground. Dark red blood pooled around his hand. A single tear fell from his eye and landed on his cut. The salt-water tear burned Bakura's cut causing it to hurt more, but the pain that he felt in arm couldn't compare with the greater pain that he felt in his heart.
Bakura slowly stood, he clutched his bleeding arm and began to walk home, heavy heartedly.