I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or its characters. I only own the plot. Based on a true story. Many references to Skillet, Nickelback, Pink, Kelly Clarkson and LittleKuriboh lyrics and quotes. I own none of them.
It had been a long day at the school that I was attending. I rushed down the road anxious to make it to the safe refuge of my home. The bright sun was shining down and it beat against my back making the shirt that I was wearing stick to my skin. It was uncomfortable and I did not like that! My mind was in a whirl of thoughts that was ranging from happy to sad to angry but ultimately upset. I found myself on the block where my little apartment was kept and I instantly started to walk faster until I was sprinting down the road and up the stairs. I threw open my front door and stopped in between the threshold, my hands resting on my knees and my breathing erratic. Once my breathing was somewhat normal I threw my backpack onto the couch and plopped down beside the bulging bag. I felt terrible! It was like I just wanted to curl up where I was and sob my heart out.
If you all are wondering why I am feeling so down in the dumps at this point is because my father has dementia and kidney disease. Dementia is an illness syndrome in which a person loses all contact with reality so to speak. They might lose the ability to remember who they are, what day it is, what year it is, and potentially who is taking care of them. Let me tell you all the run down of things. I am Ryou Bakura and I am new to Domino City. I had to move here from Egypt to take care of my father who, as you can tell, is not doing well at all.
It all started 6 months ago when I first got the call that my father was not eating again and was starving himself. I could not help but to roll my eyes. I loved my father but I just couldn't stand how he was just throwing his life away because he didn't want to gain weight later down the line. Millions of people die everyday from starvation and he was dying from the same thing! The only difference is that he had the food at his disposal yet he wouldn't touch it. It's very frustrating!
I went inside my fathers room where he was vegetating on his bed the television blaring some weird game show.
"What do you want?" I asked a little too harshly, the slight venom evident in my voice. I crossed my arms against my chest and tapped my foot impatiently. In the past few months I had grown a bad temper and an equally bad attitude. "Who the hell are you?" I couldn't help but to glare at him and I shook my head. "Forget it." I walked out of his room and back into the living room. I grabbed my bag from the couch and hauled it into my room where I deposited it on my floor and then I proceeded to my overstuffed bed. I was laying atop my covers when I heard the front door slam open. My mother was home.
"Shut up Amane! I'm sick and tired of hearing you bitch about everything!"
Apparently my sister was home as well. Just great. I rolled my eyes and plugged my ear buds into my MP3 player, one of which was dying, listening to the current song blare into my ears. I closed my eyes and listened as the lyrics enveloped my hearing, my thoughts, and my soul.
How the hell we wind up like this? Why weren't we able?
I felt the side of my lips twitch into a small half smile as the song continued on. I had closed my eyes and was picturing the very few friends that I had. I saw Yuugi and Jonouchi sitting at their desks. Yuugi was trying to teach Jonouchi how to use some sort of combo on a recent video game he had discovered. Marik and Malik were sucking each other's faces off and Seto Kaiba had that cold and distant glare and it was directed right at Jonouchi. I couldn't help but laugh at the expression, it truly was terrifying yet to whom it was directed at was what made it hilarious. Then I saw Bakura's face in my mind and my lips were a very fine line. I admit it I liked Bakura, I mean I really like Bakura! But I couldn't make him see that and that was fine. One day I just hoped that he would see.
As the next song blared I started to see the rest of my, what I would come to say, as my so-called friends.
You heard that I was starting over with someone new. They told you I was moving on, over you.
Otogi and Anzu were huddled together speaking, what I could only assume were, rumors about myself and the group of friends that I had. Honda was doing the same. I never liked them. Not as far as I could throw them to be honest with you but little did I know that my whole world was about to turn upside down. It was just a good thing that I had my friends to support me, or at least some of them. They wouldn't ever betray me.
How little I really knew. . .
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