Okay, this is the first fan-fiction I've ever made, so please read it and review. Tell me, what I can better and what you think of the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh

Chapter 1

"See you, Ryou", Yugi called after the white-haired teenager. "Take care on your way home!"

"Sure. Bye, guys!", Ryou waved the group of teenagers behind him goodbye. He had spent the whole afternoon and evening with Yugi, Malik, Tea, Joey and Tristan, but now, it was already dark. Time to go home.

Home... Not that Ryou could ever call any place his `home´, because a `home´ was normally a place where you're family is waiting for you.

Family... it was a long time ago that Ryou had had a real family. His father was an archaeologist and always out of the country. Egypt, Greek, South America, that are places where he was, leaving his son alone at `homé. Ryou used to have a mother and a little sister as well, but, when he had been eight, destiny had decided to take them both from this world, maybe into another one. A traffic accident, a stupid traffic accident, had changed his life, which used to be so happy and full of love. But after the accident, everything in his ideal world had been turned upside down. He and his father had changed residence every little while and his father often left him alone at home, thinking Ryou could care for himself, which was actually true, but because of that, Ryou was ever so often lonely.

So, with both his mother and his sister dead, and his father very rare at home, who was left for him? No one... Yeah, he had some friends, but he often felt like a fifth wheel, when he was with them. Today had been no exception.

He kicked small stones out of his way, as he walked towards his apartment building.

"Oh, why me?", he muttered to himself as he thought about his life. The moonlight gleaming on his pale skin and a summer breeze making his white long hair wave, he walked to the front door of the building. His apartment was in the fifth story, and there was no elevator, so he had to go up the stairs. Arriving upstairs, he swung open his apartment door, kicked his shoes into a corner and slumped on the couch in the living room. He hadn't eaten anything the whole day, but he wasn't hungry, so he turned the TV on. He switched through the channels, realizing that there was nothing, what interested him. Love movies, movies with a happy ending, such stuff he simply didn't like. It was too happy, too nice, the complete opposite of his life. He just couldn't watch it, because it made him feel lonelier than he already was.

Ryou groaned. //Okay//, he thought, //Then I have to do something else.// He consulted a watch. Half past ten on a Friday. He groaned again. He was definitely not tired enough to go to bed. What could he do instead? Slowly, he sat up straight, turned off the TV and stood up. After having looked around in the room for something to do, he went to the hallway and put on the shoes he has just thrown into a corner, as he had arrived. Having locked the door, he went down the stairs and stepped finally into the darkness of the night. The lamps along the street shined only weakly, but that didn't bother Ryou. He wasn't afraid of being alone in the street at night. Where is the difference of being alone anywhere at night or by daylight for that matter? Ryou didn't know either. Besides, he also wasn't one for being scared of the darkness or creepy things and places. So, the place where he wanted to go at this late hour was the graveyard. Boo! Ghosts and zombies, how scary! Nah, such creatures weren't real. Time was when Ryou had been interested in such things and also in occult themes and stuff, but he was over it. No, at the graveyard there really wasn't anything besides dead bodies under the earth and some dead stones.

After a few minutes he reached the gate of the graveyard. As he opened it, it creaked and squeaked, making that horrible sound that you can hear in scary movies. But Ryou didn't care, eventually there wasn't anything to be afraid of. His paces echoed in the silence as he walked along the graves. He knew where he wanted to go. A small hill in the center of the graveyard with a tree on top was his goal. He had been there already previously.

And as he walked along the graves, he suddenly thought, he had seen something. A shadow, disappearing behind the bushes at the very back of the gravestones. He shivered slightly. Had there really been something? Or had it just been his imagination? It must have been his imagination, because, who is on a graveyard in the middle of the night? Besides him, at least. His head must have played him a trick. With a shrug he continued going to the small hill. He felt a bit uncomfortably, but, like already said, there really wasn't anything to be afraid of.

Ryou reached the top of the hill and let himself slide down to the ground, leaning against the tree. The moonlight shined on his pale skin, making him look paler than he actually was. He looked at the stars in the sky, as they sparkled from far away. Millions of stars. Nearly uncountable. There were so many... and he was alone. Alone. A tear trickled down his face.

Then suddenly, he had a strange feeling. Like, somebody would watch him. He began to quiver and remembered the shadow from earlier. Maybe there had really been somebody or something. He couldn't move through fear. All his limbs felt numb all of a sudden.

Then he saw the shadow again. It scurried left past him. He panicked. Hearing a rustling above him from the treetop, he sprung to his feet and backed up slowly. Trying to recognize, what was in the treetop, he heard a chuckle. He swallowed. What was that? He couldn't see, what sat there in the tree, but he knew, that it sat there. Backing up, he suddenly tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground, on his back. Just then, something hopped out of the treetop, landing softly on the ground. Ryou gasped and tried to stand up. The figure walked towards him. He was certain, that this `thinǵ was definitive not human. It had y scary aura, a inhuman aura, something, that send chills down his bones. How it walked, graceful, silent. Ryou's heart pounded. The figure looked terrifying like him in some ways. It had also long white hair, gleaming in the moonlight, and pale skin. So, it was paler than his, if that was possible at all. He stared a moment at the figure, then he began to run. As fast as he could. He didn't know, what that thing was, but he was sure it couldn't be something good. His instincts told him, that it he had to run. That this creature was evil.

He didn't get away far, as something appeared in front of him all of a sudden. He stopped and flinched. The thing... it had caught up. How did it get there so fast? It blocked his way. For the first time, he now saw its eyes. They were red... crimson. Ryou's whole body trembled. The thing had a devilish smirk on its face. Seeing Ryou so scared it chuckled. It reached for him, but he backed off. Without thinking, he turned around and ran again. He didn't think about where he ran, he just ran. Through shrubbery, over graves... he didn't care, he just ran. But he got lost in the big graveyard and didn't know, how to get back to the gate.

Exhausted and with stitches in his side, he stopped near the wall of the graveyard. He didn't know, if the thing was still after him, but he just couldn't run anymore. First, he didn't know how to get to the exit. Second, his whole body hurt from running so fast and through bushes. And third, he did not even know where the creature was. Behind him? In front of him? Or by the side of him? He simply didn't know. He wished, he would have stayed at home. He wished, he could have done more in his short life of sixteen years. But now it seemed to him, that his time was up. This inhuman creature, he was sure, wanted to kill him. He was angry about himself. Why the hell did he go to a graveyard in the middle of the night? How could he be so stupid to think, that there was nothing to be afraid of?

He heard the creature approaching. He could feel its ice-cold breath in his neck. He didn't dare to move, because this thing was inhumanly fast, like it had proved before. He was sure, it could have caught him up quicker, but it seemed, as if it wanted to play with him, like a cat with a mouse.

Ryou closed his eyes. He had no chance against the thing. He jerked as a ice-cold hand touched his shoulder. Ryou whimpered. The thing whispered into his ear.

"So, finally giving up, huh, Ryou?"