This is my first story but that doesn't stop the flames or the praises does it? I can't wait to start!
Okay here it goes
Oh wait disclaimer: I don't own YGO and its characters. I own Mendes, I hate her so much.
Broken Heart
Ryou hates art class. He used to be so good at it, now, he has no inspiration, no ideas, no nothing. His head fills up with memories, painful one. Some are about his sister, Amane, his father, who has long forgotten him. And the most painful memory is Bakura.
Bakura beating him, Bakura yelling at him, Bakura being well, Bakura.
What hurt Ryou the most is that he loved him and he didn't return his love. All he gave him was hatred and sadness.
Bakura didn't know that his little hikari loved him, he didn't quite understand love. For nobody had ever loved him before.
All Bakura knew was hate.
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Ryou looked down at his piece of clay. His art teacher, Mendes, given him and his classmates a small block of clay.
Ryou didn't what he could do with it. He just wanted class to end.
"Something wrong, Ryou?" Mendes asked him.
"No," he looked up at her, "nothings wrong, I just don't know what to make."
"Don't tell me you have no ideas," she said encouragingly, "you must have something in mind."
"Nothing really comes to mind," Ryou said plainly.
She then smiled gently, "I know you can think of something."
Ryou looked at the clay once again. What can I do, he thought to himself. He picked it up and started playing with it, molding it without anything to make of it.
He tried to think of something, but all he can think of was Bakura. And his broken heart.
His broken heart.
His broken heart.
Broken.
Then a small smile crept across his face.
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Ryou opened the door to his house slowly, making sure that he didn't disturb, his yami.
He sighed inwardly in relief that he wasn't discovered.
"Where the hell were you, my stupid hikari!" Bakura's voice came from out of nowhere.
Ryou slapped himself mentally, he walked home as slow as he could, he didn't want to get to his house, rather than his home.
"Gomen nasai, Bakura-sama," Ryou said quietly.
"Hmph," he said annoyed, "I'm hungry, make me something."
Ryou hurriedly put down his backpack and dried clay piece, which was wrapped neatly.
Then he ran to the kitchen to make Bakura something delicious.
Bakura sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. He then noticed the wrapped item.
Bakura looked to see if Ryou was still in the kitchen.
Knowing that it was safe to look at the item, he walked toward and carefully, unwrapped it.
It was a heart. Painted black. But what surprised Bakura was that it was broken. It seemed to have meant to be broken, for it was perfectly cut. On one part of the heart was the character for love.
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that was chappie one. I don't think that it was really great.
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