Kidea: Ok this is my guessing fanfic. I have no idea where it's going so I am very open to suggestions. Oh yes and when I feel like it or at the end, if you haven't guessed them all, I will tell you all the games, books and other things I have taken off in this or used scenes for in this fanfic. Hope you enjoy and hope I can think of an ending eventually…enjoy
Worlds
The boy lay on a rock that had been heated in the morning sun and he watched he sun set. He sat up as he heard hoof beats behind him. He peered over his shoulder hoping to see what he had sought out all day, only to see his half brother riding towards him. The tall brunette swung off the red elk he rode and landed next to the shorter boy.
"Father told me I would find you hear. Looking for the Mountain Spirits again. You shouldn't waste your time trying to make peace. Ignore them, let Father deal with them. Like I let the River Spirits be…until Father comes we should just leave them be." The brunette said coolly and whistled. Another red elk came trotting over the hilltop and stood next to the other boy. The boy smiled warmly and patted his animal friend.
"You're just as cold as Father is Seto. Why shouldn't we try to make peace? Maybe they have a good reason for hating us and maybe if we try to understand their motives for war we can make it all stop." He said as he swung up onto the red elk and gave a small cluck of his tongue.
You're such a day dreamer Yami." Seto said with a cold glare and he nudged his elk into a gallop and they headed home.
The man at the head of the table swirled his wine around in the glass and took a sip.
"I do wonder where your brothers are. I told Seto where to find Yami but they still aren't-" He was cut off by a loud bang as the dinning room doors opened to reveille an annoyed Seto and a saddened Yami.
"Gomen, I'm sorry we are late Father." Seto said coming in a taking his seat to the left of his father.
"Gomen." Yami mumbled and he plonked down next to a tanned blond boy. They ate in silence only to have it broken by a distressed call from Yami when his whited haired half brother across the table started flicking rice at him.
"Bakura stop it!" He cried out and picked up his spoon and threw it at the older boy. Their father lost his temper.
"Both of you stop it now! We're eating not playing." He snapped slamming his fist onto the table making the bowls and cutlery jump. Both Yami and Bakura recoiled and the rest of the meal was eaten in complete silence.
Yami sat down on the windowsill of his room. It faced out to the mountains and he watched the moon rise and the stars flicker to life and he sighed. He reached under the cushions of the windowsill seat and pulled out a small red book with a silver ribbon holding it shut. He walked over to his desk and grabbed a quill and inkbottle. (A/N-Sorry I know it's not Japanese but meh I don't care) He opened to the first page. He'd been meaning to write in it but he'd never had the chance.
Entry OneI finally have a chance to write in this…log and I'm not sure what to write. Maybe will explain some things. My name is Yami Moto. I was born here in the castle with my three half brothers and my father watching my mother give birth to me and then die. Let me go into a bit more detail. My grandmother was a hateful person and she is never mentioned at all. She became ill after giving birth to my father's sister, who died soon after. She became full of hate towards the world because of the fact she was going to die so young and beautiful so she cursed all the women of our family. One week after they give birth they will die, if the child is a female the child will die too. I find it such an awful curse and I resent this family for the fact that I shall never marry happily, I couldn't be happy knowing that when my wife falls pregnant she will die. I've seen pictures of my mother, she's very beautiful and all my features seem to come from her. My violet eyes and my tri-coloured hair, but her hair sat straight down her back, rather than sticking up into the air.
I think I shall explain my brothers and family some more. We all kept our mothers names by order of Father…maybe it is one last reminder that he once loved.
The first child to be born was Marik. His mother was an Egyptian women and she cried when she fell pregnant with him. He seems so distant at times, like he's longing to be alone or something. I do not know.
Seto was next and he seems to be the most like father. He's cold and heartless and he seems to enjoy the war that has killed so many. His mother wanted to die for some unknown reason and this made Father cold and alone. Seto fell in love two years before my birth, only to have her killed by the Water Spirits. Seto despises them now.
Last before me was my rival in life Bakura. Our ages are so close yet we still are so far apart. Why must we all be so alone in this world? Bakura looks most like Father. His hair is white and his eyes are brown. Only difference is that Fathers hair is straighter and more silver.
I will not go into detail about the war as it saddens me and I do not wish to speak of it. I will leave to sleep now as it is consuming my body.
Farewell, Yami
Kidea: Hope you liked it…if it doesn't make sense don't worry I'll try and explain it more later. There won't be too many of Yami's little log entries, they are mainly there to explain. R&R please