Smile for Your Little One?
Ch. 1 "Freedom?"
"Hey, did you see that new kid?" a girl whispered across the classroom.
"He's not knew, he just hasn't come here for a while!" one named Anzu defended.
Anzu was the class's gossip queen, and unfortunately for Yami, his best friend. He sighed stressfully and grumbled out, "Not this again."
"What do you mean?" another girl whispered.
"Well," Anzu began. "His name is Yuugi Mutou. We used to live next to each other until…"
"Until what?"
"Until he killed his family!" Anzu said eerily. All the other girls eeped and awed at her proclamation.
"Oh give me a break Anzu!" Yami snapped standing up. "You honestly expect me to believe that?"
Anzu scoffed, "Its true Yami." She said sternly, loosing her gossipy tone. "I remember it."
"Oh you were there?"
"No, but I remember all the police cars and reporters."
"Like a kid who killed his parents would be let back into school!" he growled.
"Yami, its true. I remember Yuugi…as a little kid, he was well, different." She said vaguely.
By now her possy of girls had left to gossip on their own.
"He was really shy…" she recalled. "Almost frightend of something, everything really. He didn't like people, and the only time you would see him was when his parents took him to the park."
Yami couldn't help but lean in closer, the topic strangely addictive.
"We were kind of friends…at least whenever he was outside, we played together. He didn't really talk. When he did is was hushed in a whisper. I remember asking him about his family and he smiled dreamily…but his eyes looked really scary. He told me, 'I've got the greatest parents in all the world…' it was beyond creepy."
"So the kid was shy. A lot of kids are shy." Yami retorted.
"Yuugi was different…he liked taking things apart. Whenever his parents got him anything he'd dissect it and play with the parts. I heard when they found his parents, all their innards and organs were all over the place, and-!"
"Hello Anzu-chan." A hushed voice said in a happy tone.
Anzu froze and she turned around slowly with a fake cheery smile. "Oh, Hello Yuugi! How've you been?" she asked.
Her nervousness was rather contagious. Yami looked up and saw Yuugi for the first time.
He was pale, with half lidded darkened amethyst eyes that never left Anzu. For a moment he could say Yuugi was dissecting Anzu with those eyes, but he shrugged it off thinking it was only Anzu's superstitions about the boy getting to him.
He had ebony hair that was tipped in a gentle magenta, as blonde bangs framed his face.
"I've been fine. I'm happy to see a familiar face…" he trailed with an eerie glint in his eye. "My foster family insists that I come to the public school, now that I'm no in the hospital."
"Hospital?" she asked trying to be nice. Perhaps if she befriended him again he's spare her. Yami noticed this tactic and inwardly groaned. Anzu was far too overdramatic.
"Yes, I was in the hospital for a long time after the incident, but I'm fine now…just fine…" he smiled happily, minus the small facial tick that struck him suddenly.
"Sorry, it's a side effect from my medication…" he apologized shyly.
"I-Its okay Yuugi-kun, we don't mind it." She said shakily.
Yuugi paused, shivering slightly. "W-We? I'm sorry, who else is here? I must have not noticed him, her, umm, who?" he stuttered nervously, his arms unconsciously going up to his forearms as if he was hugging himself.
"Oh! I'm sorry Yuugi-kun, this is my friend Yami! He's okay, he's no danger or anything." Anzu insisted nervously. She moved away for Yuugi to see him.
"Hey, you must be Anzu's old friend Yuugi, right? She tells me about you." He said in a friendly way, extending his hand to Yuugi in a charming way. The last part wasn't a lie. But he refused to tell Yuugi if it were good things or bad things said about him.
Yuugi looked at him for a long moment, and Yami suddenly felt like he was under a microscope too.
After a while Yuugi nodded and looked at him. "I must apologize, I don't really shake hands…" he said shyly blushing.
Yami was rather handsome…he had a similar look to Yuugi, but sharper, more refined. Yuugi blushed lightly as he nodded from him then to Anzu.
"Umm, I'm going to go fix my things for class! It was nice to see you again Anzu, nice to meet you Yami!" he called before turning and leaving.
When he was gone, Yami laughed. "Really? That's him? He's not scary at all! If anything I'd dare say he's cute!"
"Yami!" she whined. "He's not normal!"
Yami glared at her. "YOU'RE not normal Anzu." He sighed stressfully.
"Well I think he's cute. He's just shy, he's been through a horrible event so it's to be expected that he's a little messed up." Yami defended again.
"Yami! He killed his parents! He's a psycho!" she shouted.
"…I'm sorry…" a small voice said. They turned and saw Yuugi, with a weak smile and tears in his eyes.
"Yuugi…" Anzu said in disbelief.
"…I-It's okay, really! I don't care, I hear it all the time!" he said quietly with a shaky smile, his arms going up to his forearms again as he trembled slightly.
"I'm used to it…" he said quietly. The bell rang and he yelped. He shivered once. "Um, Anzu, Y-Yami? C-Can I still sit with you though? I promise not to be a nuisense…"
Before Anzu stuck her foot even further into her mouth Yami cut in.
"Here Yuugi-kun, come sit next to me." He offered with a smile.
Yuugi's eye ticked again as he cautiously walked to the seat, hesitantly sitting down and taking out his notebook.
"T-Thank you, Yami-san." He said shakily with a warm smile. His cold amethyst eyes were cold and blank, as his left eye ticked again.
"Sure Yuugi, its fine. And just call me Yami. Everyone does." He assured reaching out and ruffling Yuugi's hair.
Yuugi flinched and whimpered before realizing it wasn't a threatening gesture. He blushed and nodded to Yami, who smiled.
"It's okay. I don't bite." He smirked. Yuugi blushed deeper.
Yami grinned before looking at him again. Yuugi was adorable. Anzu was just being Anzu, there was nothing threatening about him at all…right?
Yuugi looked at him this time, but his eyes briefly showed a shining innocence, their amethyst color sparkling.
"O-Okay…Yami." He smiled.
As soon as it had come, it was gone again. Yami shrugged it off and class began.
A/N: Okay! New Story! WHOO! PHSYCO YUUGI! This is going to be a fucked up story. It's based on a weird redbull induced dream I had.
So, who is Yuugi really? Is he just misunderstood? Or is he a killer? Who is this 'foster family'? What really happened when Yuugi was a seven?
Did Yuugi kill his parents?
Does Yami like Yuugi?
…I feel like the announcer for the super friends.
In the immortal words of my older brother (twenty one years isn't too much of an age difference right? XD my eldest brother is thirty two years apart from me!)
"Have a merry fuckin' Christmas little sis!"
In your comments please give a little Christmas messege as well. What did you do? What did you get? If you don't celebrate Christmas, what do you celebrate?
Because I'm nosey. XD
I got a new tire for my unicycle! *squeee!*
Yami: Just don't kill yourself with the damn unicycle-tightrope act before you finish writing crap for the people!
Author: Shut up! That's my favorite act! I'm almost to fifty feet!
Yuugi: Because it just isn't enough for you to ride a unicycle on a tightrope, you have to do it at life threatening heights.
Author: Damn Straight! …I've got a safety net.
Yami and Yuugi:…well…you don't wear a helmet!
Author: Yes I do.
Yami: Just shut up and write!
Yuugi: Merry Christmas! God Bless us, every one!