AN: I felt like writing something, and this just popped out. –Shrug- I needed some practice in the YGO fandom anyway, I'm beginning to lose interest. ):
Can't have that happen. I have a fic to finish. :D
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO.
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.:Denial:.
He is a small child. The others pick on him, but he lives a normal enough life. His features are near enough the same as everyone else's, but for the mass of white hair on his head, and a hideous scar on his cheek. The other children in his class say that it was from his parents. They say that even his parents don't love him.
But they don't know a thing.
He keeps to himself, avoiding his peers, and only speaks to his elders when he is spoken to. His teachers once praised him for being quiet, but they are worried about his lack of energy now. His eyes are dull, and they no longer focus. He does not talk in class, but neither does he listen anymore. Some days, he doesn't even come into school.
They try to call his parents, but when they call, there is always an answering machine. They have never heard from his guardians before, and now they grow suspicious. They call the police, and give the address.
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The boy whimpered when her heard voices. They grew louder as they got nearer, until he could hear light footsteps slowly walking towards the apartment. His apartment. His mother and sister were long dead. He didn't even want to think of his father.
The door opened, and then closed again. Two strange men surveyed the room, but their eyes passed over the huddled pile of blankets in the corner. The room was filthy with dirt that had accumulated over the years of occupation. There were obvious attempts to clean up, but that was long ago, and the room was now back to the way it was before, the only evidence: the cleaning equipment strewn about the floor.
They call his name, but he is still.
/I can make them go away…/
The child started, attracting the unwanted attention of the adults, who yelled after him when he ran away. They ran after him, eventually cornering him in the kitchen. They asked him who else was living with him. They asked him who cleaned the house. They asked him why he was alone at home.
He didn't reply. He couldn't reply. His throat was tight and his eyes burned. He didn't want to get taken away to live with someone else. He didn't need to depend on anyone else. He didn't want to depend on anyone else.
He choked, and closed his eyes, as darkness engulfed him.
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The next day carried on as usual. His teachers cast him a worried glance, but said nothing. He had no memory of the past day, but he felt slightly uneasy. The presence within his mind was sound asleep, so he focused himself on taking notes. When he looked up at his teacher, she smiled softly at him. He smiled back, a little less sincere than he would have liked, but it made him feel better.
He had a feeling that today was going to be a good day.
.:Rawr:.
AN: Hehe. Random, ne? Okay, I need to know what you think. Good? Bad? God-awful? Review and tell me!