Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh or any of the Yu-gi-oh characters.
However, I did make up Joseph, the Millennium Heartpeice, and the Dragon
Rider card. Also, Seto's past is of my own version as well as Yami Bakura's
and Yugioh's.
Warning: Boy x Boy relationships. Pairings are Yugi/????, Joey/??????, and
Y. Bakura/??????
Also, I do not know the whole story of what happened during the Shadow Games in ancient Egypt. That story is of my own creation, so don't blackmail me. I am also aware of the fact that Y. Bakura was transported to the duel monster graveyard, but I liked him so much that I had to bring him back! The story starts out with Seto questioning his past as his 16th birthday draws near. I used the name Yugioh as the name of Yugi's yami or other half. He is the spirit of the young Egyptian pharaoh that sealed away the shadow games; at least he is in my story!
Memories…
Why am I the way I am? I could never really figure that part of myself out. Maybe I became this person because of the bulling I took as a child. When I was young, just around 6 or 7, there were these two boys at my school who made it their personal mission to make my life miserable. I'll never forget that day.
It was a cold autumn evening. I was leaving school when they appeared out of nowhere. "Hey there Seto. Rumor says your starting out as a duelist. Wanna duel?" I had no choice but to except his challenge. I had found it best to just do whatever he wanted me to do. We started out the duel with the normal 2000 life points and 60 card decks. I had never really dueled before, so in just a few minutes he had lowered my life points to 1300. Things were getting tough, but I remembered what my father had told me.
Seto, dueling is more then just power and defense. Each card has a heart of it's own and if you take good care of that card it will never fail you. With my father's words fresh in my mind, I played the most powerful card in my deck, the Dark Magician. This card was a gift from my mother and I treasured it greatly. I put my whole heart into that card and somehow I defeated my opponent without getting rid of the Dark Magician.
The two boys were both very upset and I soon found myself running for dear life with them on my tail. I cut through the park hoping to lose them in the trees, but a root sticking out of the ground caught my foot and sent me crashing down. As I pulled myself up, the older boy grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and lifted me a good foot off the ground. "You little cheater! How could you of defeated me! I've been dueling longer than you!"
I struggled under his hold, "It wasn't me…It was the heart of the cards!" The younger boy looked at his friend, "He's talking crazy talk again. The heart of the cards, what a load of garbage!" They laughed at me, then the older boy pulled my face close to his. "Listen here, wimp. There is no such thing as cards having a heart! Duel cards are nothing but cardboard paper with pretty little pictures on them! The game is about power, the strong survive and the weak go to the graveyard. If the cards really have a heart then why aren't they protecting you now, huh! You cheated, that's the facts and nobody cheats me and gets away with it!"
He swung me around and pressed me against a nearby tree. Then his friend landed three hard punches to my stomach, face, and chest. The older boy let go of me and I dropped to the ground coughing and fighting back tears. They laughed some more as I struggled to breathe, the pain searing through my body like fire. The older boy then brought his foot up under me, kicking me hard in the stomach and sending my back against the tree. My duel cards fell out of my pocket and scattered everywhere.
"Hey look at this, it's that loser Dark Magician that defeated my monsters," the older boy said, then gave me a vicious smirk, "So the cards have a heart, do they. Well, if they have a heart then they must have a soul or life." I then watched as he ripped the Dark Magician in half and let the two pieces fall to the ground. "Oops, well I guess that must mean I killed him." They broke into a fit of laughter and left me alone with my pain.
I pulled myself into a sitting position and set to work gathering my cards. The last card I picked up was the two halves of my Dark Magician. A wave of sorrow over took me and I leaned back against the tree staring at the card and crying. Maybe he was right; maybe all that stuff about the heart of the cards was nothing but trash. "Don't cry Seto. The Dark Magician will be alright."
I looked up into a pair of magenta eyes. They were filled with an understanding I had seen before. The man himself was a beautiful sight. He was tall and average built. His hair was a wild mess of blackish-red with golden clumps of hair here and there. His face was stern, but lightened by his eyes and his smile. "Oh…it's you again." His smile widened as he saw that I recognized him. The truth was that I had seen this man many times. His name was Yugioh. Ever since I found a golden bracelet with an Egyptian eye on it, this man had been near me. He was the only friend that was always there when I needed him.
The problem was that I could only see him. So my mother and father thought Yugioh was just a made-up friend. That didn't bother me, cause I secretly liked having him as my friend and my friend alone. "Don't cry, Seto. You have the power to heal the Dark Magician. You must not stop believing in his heart, though, or you won't be able to save him." I nodded my head. I did believe in the Dark Magician's heart.
I cringed back as a bright golden light came from the bracelet on my arm. It encircled the two halves of the card and then enveloped them. When the light died down, the Dark Magician was whole again and looked like it had just came out of the pack in mint condition. I was overjoyed, but when I turned to thank Yugioh he had vanished…like always.
Which brings about another question. Why do I hate Yugi so much? What does he do that sparks my anger all the time? Is it because he looks so much like Yugioh? That their names are so similar? Yugi's soft magenta eyes, his wild blackish-red hair, his soft smile. He doesn't have that stern, honorable attitude like Yugioh. His is more softhearted and sort of shy. So he beat me in one lousy duel monster game or did he? Was that really Yugi dueling me that day or was it…no. It couldn't have been Yugioh. Yugioh was someone else, a different person.
I mean, why should I hate the boy who freed me from the demon plaguing my mind, who opened my eyes to what life could be, who saved me from an internal life imprisonment in a card, who touched me where no one else, not even Mokuba, could…my heart? Maybe it's because of the millennium puzzle. That millennium puzzle was the same millennium puzzle that Yugioh used to wear. How did Yugi get a hold of it?
I look back at the first time we met. Seeing him standing with his friends crouched over some rare card of his grandfather's. What! The fourth Blue Eyes White Dragon! The card my father had failed to find for me! My father had searched high and low for all four Blue Eyes. They were a gift for me, so that I would never forget my first words. My first words spoken that weren't baby talk, Blue Eyes White Dragon. My mother and father said they about had a heart attack when I said that. Born to duel, that was what my father had always said. I admit I did have a natural nack for dueling. Yet still, in this dingy old shop was what had grasped my childhood fantasies so.
No matter what I offered the old man, he refused to sell it. "You'd feel the same way for another card even if it was a common one, wouldn't you grandfather?" When Yugi said this I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. He looked so much like Yugioh, only Yugioh had been taller then me. Of course, I had grown over the past several years.
Yet, instead of being intrigued by this boy and his grandfather's love for his Blue Eyes, I was angry. It was that voice in my head, him, Kaiba. Kaiba was someone else, who just one day got up and took possession of half my mind. This bastard always forced me to do things I didn't want to do. He kept me from believing in stuff like love and friendship.
Kaiba forced his way into control of my body and before I knew it, I had forced the old man to come to my house for a duel. The next thing I knew I was standing on the top steps laughing down at the old man as Yugi and his fan club listened to gramps telling them he had lost his Blue Eyes to me. What terrified me the most and still nags at my conscious today was what Kaiba made me do. He made me rip the old man's treasured Blue Eyes White Dragon in half. Just like that boy from my past had ripped my treasured Dark Magician in half. Only, I no longer had my bracelet to heal the card back. Not to mention, I no longer believed in the heart of the cards.
Yugi has no idea how much I hate myself for that moment. In a blink of an eye, I was standing back in my duel card arena with Yugi on the other end as my opponent. He paused for a second and seemed to meditate over a golden triangle around his neck. Kaiba clouded my mind so that I would not recognize that golden item, but Kaiba could not keep me from recognizing the boy that now stood in front of me. It was Yugioh! It couldn't be, I was dueling Yugi so maybe I was just seeing things again. Throughout the duel, Yugi kept talking about the heart of the cards and how it would help him to defeat me in the end.
The heart of the cards…Yugi preaches about it, which without him knowing, does nothing but bring back memories of my childhood, when I had believed in the card's heart. Yugi at the end of the battle did something no one had ever accomplished, he summoned the unstoppable Exodia card. Kaiba was enraged at his loss to Yugi, he started planning to kill the boy. I chose that moment to struggle back into control with Kaiba. I wouldn't let him kill this boy. While we were struggling for control, Yugi used some kind of magic, like my bracelet's magic, and said he'd open my mind.
Yugi didn't just open my mind, he cast Kaiba into the shadow realm and freed me. I was so relieved to be free of Kaiba that I didn't stop Yugi to thank him. In fact, I couldn't remember why I wanted to thank him. What just happened to me and who was I. I know have figured things out. When Yugi cast Kaiba away, that jerk had grabbed a hold of my memories and took that with him. So for a while, I didn't know who I was and that's why I left Kaiba Corp. and Mokuba. The biggest mistake of my life…
AnimeFan: Sorry that was so long. I hope I haven't offended anyone with my story so far. Please R&R people and remember that this is my first Yu-gi-oh fanfic. In the next chapter Seto continues to remember his childhood and we find out why Seto lost his belief in the heart of the cards and why he refuses to make any friends.
Warning: Boy x Boy relationships. Pairings are Yugi/????, Joey/??????, and
Y. Bakura/??????
Also, I do not know the whole story of what happened during the Shadow Games in ancient Egypt. That story is of my own creation, so don't blackmail me. I am also aware of the fact that Y. Bakura was transported to the duel monster graveyard, but I liked him so much that I had to bring him back! The story starts out with Seto questioning his past as his 16th birthday draws near. I used the name Yugioh as the name of Yugi's yami or other half. He is the spirit of the young Egyptian pharaoh that sealed away the shadow games; at least he is in my story!
Memories…
Why am I the way I am? I could never really figure that part of myself out. Maybe I became this person because of the bulling I took as a child. When I was young, just around 6 or 7, there were these two boys at my school who made it their personal mission to make my life miserable. I'll never forget that day.
It was a cold autumn evening. I was leaving school when they appeared out of nowhere. "Hey there Seto. Rumor says your starting out as a duelist. Wanna duel?" I had no choice but to except his challenge. I had found it best to just do whatever he wanted me to do. We started out the duel with the normal 2000 life points and 60 card decks. I had never really dueled before, so in just a few minutes he had lowered my life points to 1300. Things were getting tough, but I remembered what my father had told me.
Seto, dueling is more then just power and defense. Each card has a heart of it's own and if you take good care of that card it will never fail you. With my father's words fresh in my mind, I played the most powerful card in my deck, the Dark Magician. This card was a gift from my mother and I treasured it greatly. I put my whole heart into that card and somehow I defeated my opponent without getting rid of the Dark Magician.
The two boys were both very upset and I soon found myself running for dear life with them on my tail. I cut through the park hoping to lose them in the trees, but a root sticking out of the ground caught my foot and sent me crashing down. As I pulled myself up, the older boy grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and lifted me a good foot off the ground. "You little cheater! How could you of defeated me! I've been dueling longer than you!"
I struggled under his hold, "It wasn't me…It was the heart of the cards!" The younger boy looked at his friend, "He's talking crazy talk again. The heart of the cards, what a load of garbage!" They laughed at me, then the older boy pulled my face close to his. "Listen here, wimp. There is no such thing as cards having a heart! Duel cards are nothing but cardboard paper with pretty little pictures on them! The game is about power, the strong survive and the weak go to the graveyard. If the cards really have a heart then why aren't they protecting you now, huh! You cheated, that's the facts and nobody cheats me and gets away with it!"
He swung me around and pressed me against a nearby tree. Then his friend landed three hard punches to my stomach, face, and chest. The older boy let go of me and I dropped to the ground coughing and fighting back tears. They laughed some more as I struggled to breathe, the pain searing through my body like fire. The older boy then brought his foot up under me, kicking me hard in the stomach and sending my back against the tree. My duel cards fell out of my pocket and scattered everywhere.
"Hey look at this, it's that loser Dark Magician that defeated my monsters," the older boy said, then gave me a vicious smirk, "So the cards have a heart, do they. Well, if they have a heart then they must have a soul or life." I then watched as he ripped the Dark Magician in half and let the two pieces fall to the ground. "Oops, well I guess that must mean I killed him." They broke into a fit of laughter and left me alone with my pain.
I pulled myself into a sitting position and set to work gathering my cards. The last card I picked up was the two halves of my Dark Magician. A wave of sorrow over took me and I leaned back against the tree staring at the card and crying. Maybe he was right; maybe all that stuff about the heart of the cards was nothing but trash. "Don't cry Seto. The Dark Magician will be alright."
I looked up into a pair of magenta eyes. They were filled with an understanding I had seen before. The man himself was a beautiful sight. He was tall and average built. His hair was a wild mess of blackish-red with golden clumps of hair here and there. His face was stern, but lightened by his eyes and his smile. "Oh…it's you again." His smile widened as he saw that I recognized him. The truth was that I had seen this man many times. His name was Yugioh. Ever since I found a golden bracelet with an Egyptian eye on it, this man had been near me. He was the only friend that was always there when I needed him.
The problem was that I could only see him. So my mother and father thought Yugioh was just a made-up friend. That didn't bother me, cause I secretly liked having him as my friend and my friend alone. "Don't cry, Seto. You have the power to heal the Dark Magician. You must not stop believing in his heart, though, or you won't be able to save him." I nodded my head. I did believe in the Dark Magician's heart.
I cringed back as a bright golden light came from the bracelet on my arm. It encircled the two halves of the card and then enveloped them. When the light died down, the Dark Magician was whole again and looked like it had just came out of the pack in mint condition. I was overjoyed, but when I turned to thank Yugioh he had vanished…like always.
Which brings about another question. Why do I hate Yugi so much? What does he do that sparks my anger all the time? Is it because he looks so much like Yugioh? That their names are so similar? Yugi's soft magenta eyes, his wild blackish-red hair, his soft smile. He doesn't have that stern, honorable attitude like Yugioh. His is more softhearted and sort of shy. So he beat me in one lousy duel monster game or did he? Was that really Yugi dueling me that day or was it…no. It couldn't have been Yugioh. Yugioh was someone else, a different person.
I mean, why should I hate the boy who freed me from the demon plaguing my mind, who opened my eyes to what life could be, who saved me from an internal life imprisonment in a card, who touched me where no one else, not even Mokuba, could…my heart? Maybe it's because of the millennium puzzle. That millennium puzzle was the same millennium puzzle that Yugioh used to wear. How did Yugi get a hold of it?
I look back at the first time we met. Seeing him standing with his friends crouched over some rare card of his grandfather's. What! The fourth Blue Eyes White Dragon! The card my father had failed to find for me! My father had searched high and low for all four Blue Eyes. They were a gift for me, so that I would never forget my first words. My first words spoken that weren't baby talk, Blue Eyes White Dragon. My mother and father said they about had a heart attack when I said that. Born to duel, that was what my father had always said. I admit I did have a natural nack for dueling. Yet still, in this dingy old shop was what had grasped my childhood fantasies so.
No matter what I offered the old man, he refused to sell it. "You'd feel the same way for another card even if it was a common one, wouldn't you grandfather?" When Yugi said this I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. He looked so much like Yugioh, only Yugioh had been taller then me. Of course, I had grown over the past several years.
Yet, instead of being intrigued by this boy and his grandfather's love for his Blue Eyes, I was angry. It was that voice in my head, him, Kaiba. Kaiba was someone else, who just one day got up and took possession of half my mind. This bastard always forced me to do things I didn't want to do. He kept me from believing in stuff like love and friendship.
Kaiba forced his way into control of my body and before I knew it, I had forced the old man to come to my house for a duel. The next thing I knew I was standing on the top steps laughing down at the old man as Yugi and his fan club listened to gramps telling them he had lost his Blue Eyes to me. What terrified me the most and still nags at my conscious today was what Kaiba made me do. He made me rip the old man's treasured Blue Eyes White Dragon in half. Just like that boy from my past had ripped my treasured Dark Magician in half. Only, I no longer had my bracelet to heal the card back. Not to mention, I no longer believed in the heart of the cards.
Yugi has no idea how much I hate myself for that moment. In a blink of an eye, I was standing back in my duel card arena with Yugi on the other end as my opponent. He paused for a second and seemed to meditate over a golden triangle around his neck. Kaiba clouded my mind so that I would not recognize that golden item, but Kaiba could not keep me from recognizing the boy that now stood in front of me. It was Yugioh! It couldn't be, I was dueling Yugi so maybe I was just seeing things again. Throughout the duel, Yugi kept talking about the heart of the cards and how it would help him to defeat me in the end.
The heart of the cards…Yugi preaches about it, which without him knowing, does nothing but bring back memories of my childhood, when I had believed in the card's heart. Yugi at the end of the battle did something no one had ever accomplished, he summoned the unstoppable Exodia card. Kaiba was enraged at his loss to Yugi, he started planning to kill the boy. I chose that moment to struggle back into control with Kaiba. I wouldn't let him kill this boy. While we were struggling for control, Yugi used some kind of magic, like my bracelet's magic, and said he'd open my mind.
Yugi didn't just open my mind, he cast Kaiba into the shadow realm and freed me. I was so relieved to be free of Kaiba that I didn't stop Yugi to thank him. In fact, I couldn't remember why I wanted to thank him. What just happened to me and who was I. I know have figured things out. When Yugi cast Kaiba away, that jerk had grabbed a hold of my memories and took that with him. So for a while, I didn't know who I was and that's why I left Kaiba Corp. and Mokuba. The biggest mistake of my life…
AnimeFan: Sorry that was so long. I hope I haven't offended anyone with my story so far. Please R&R people and remember that this is my first Yu-gi-oh fanfic. In the next chapter Seto continues to remember his childhood and we find out why Seto lost his belief in the heart of the cards and why he refuses to make any friends.