Disclaimer: I don't own yu-gi-oh GX
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"Look at him, he's not even crying,"
"Why would he be?"
"He's their son isn't he?"
"Yes, but didn't you hear?"
"Hear what?"
"He's the one,"
"The one?"
"The one that killed them, he's a killer,"
"You can't be serious!"
"But I am! It's the truth! That little boy's a monster,"
"Oh my gosh, why is he even here then? Shouldn't he be in jail? Or juvie?"
"Yea, I think so, but the cops can't find the evidence they need,"
"So in other words: he's getting away with murder."
"Yea, apparently,"
"That's horrible,"
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A little boy sat in the front seat of a funeral. It was the second one he'd been to that week. The two people that had died were his parents, neither of their bodies had been found, so it both were empty casket funerals.
The little boy how ever, instead of acting like a normal child and crying, was just sitting in his chair swinging his legs back and forth. He was staring at the ground with a blank expression on his face.
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"So in other words: he's getting away with murder."
"Yea, apparently,"
"That's horrible,"
"I agree, they should lock him up and throw away the key,"
"And never let him see the light of day again,"
"Scum like him don't deserve to exist,"
"He must be crazy,"
"The need to put him away,"
'Why do they think I'm a murderer? I didn't do anything!'
'Oh, but you did, we both did,'
The little boy looked around as if searching for some thing he couldn't see. "Who's there?" he whispered aloud; no one noticed though, all too caught up in their own conversations.
'Why, I'm you, the darker side of you,'
'Are you the one that killed mommy and daddy?' he asked, only this time in his head, not wanting to risk being heard just in case some one was listening. People already thought he was crazy, he didn't need that to be confirmed.
'Yes,'
'Why?'
'Don't you remember? They were going to kill us.'
'Why?'
'Because, they never wanted us, we were an accident. Nothing but an inconvenience. So they were going to kill us. Do you really not remember?'
'No,'
"Jaden, it's time to go now," the little boy looked up at the person that had spoken. She was a tall women with blond hair. She was a social worker and was there to take care and make sure he was safe. He nodded up at he before jumping out of his seat.
"Okay then, let's go,"
'Would you like me to tell you what happened since you don't remember?'
'Yes,'
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A/N: I think I'll be updating this soon, since it's one of my weird just popped into my head ideas. But for now I think I'll just leave it here. Bye-bye peoples.
