A/N: hey guys, yeah I know I should be updating my other story 'what I love about her' but I don't think many people like it… sooo I'm discontinuing it… for now. Any way I hope you all like this and… well I haven't got much else to say.
Disclaimer: I so do NOT own yu gi oh 5d's and i don't know who does.
BUT I do own Violet.
Who am I?
She stared at the computer in some sort of study, and stared at the essay heading. New form teachers always give you homework like this at the start of the year.
Who am I?
When she was younger, it would have been easy. All she would have needed to have typed would have been simple things like: I am Violet Fudo. I have Violet hair and golden eyes. I live with my mum, dad and my little brother Riku. I also live in Japan.
But now that she was older, she was expected to write about her likes, dislikes, interests and background. Basically who you are 'inside'. Except Violet's problem was, she was adopted at the age of three, and didn't know who she really was inside.
Violet felt like she needed a break.
She swang herself around in her chair, her purple bangs wiping against her face and covering her sun like golden eyes.
She decided to text Kyle.
Hw u dng w/ stpd 'who am I' thng?
A minute later, her phone started to vibrate, meaning he texted back:
We are sorry to inform you that Kyle Kessler died from boredom while working on his homework earlier tonight.
Violet laughed out loud. Kyle always cheers her up. He wasn't much like his father Kalin, well except when he was angry. He adopted most of Misty's calm and happy personality. Some of her friends like Josh Atlas and Feather Hogan, tease her about Kyle. Make out he's her boyfriend. Which is like the stupidest thing ever. Her, Josh, Feather and Kyle have known each other since they were toddlers!
Who am I?
Violet put her head in her hands.
How can anyone work out who they are, unless they know where they come from? And Violet had no idea where she came from.
Come on, she was adopted at the age of THREE!
A minute later, Akiza was calling from downstairs.
''Vicky. Tea's ready honney.''
Akiza and Yusei both always call her by ''Vicky.'' It was her pet-name she got when she first started nursery, but she wasn't sure how she got that name in the first place.
Violet raced downstairs at the sound of her mother's voice, glad to get away from that computer she didn't get away from it for too long.
''How's the homework going Vick?'' Akiza asked, cracking an egg into the frying pan.
''Mmmm,'' Vicky mumbled, not making eye contact.
''Vicky,'' Akiza sighed. ''Why can't you speak properly?''
Violet looked at her. Same old mum. Average height. slim. pale. Chocolate brown eyes and vibrant red hair. Baisicaly beautiful to the human eye.
'i look nothing like her.' Violet thoght. Sure she wasn't ugly, most people she's actually really pretty. She has waist length violet hair, with bangs on either side of her face. Big golden eyes framed with long dark lashes. She was slim, with a figure most people could only dream for, and she was a bit taller than girls her average age. She was already taller than her mother, maybe a centimetre shorter than Yusei.
''Vicky, snap out of it.'' Vicky looked at her mother for a second before speaking.
She spoke very clearly and slowly.'' who is my real mother?''
Akiza froze. for a second she looked terrified. Violet knew she caught her off guard. Akiza's face slowly went hard like a mask. No emotion. This scared Violet a bit. It was almost like seeing her mother's face when she used to be the black rose witch. Of course she never saw how her mother looked like as the black rose, but how her parents described thier past to her, and told her about the signer/dark signer war, their descriptions from the earthbound emmortals to everyones facial expressions were pretty detailed.
''I am,'' Akiza's voice broke violet out of her trance. ''What do you mean honney?'' her face becoming quizical.
''Nothing.'' Violet quickley looked away, wishing she hadn't said anything. Akiza pulled out a chair and sat down, the frying pan still in her hand.
''I thoght you weren't bothered about knowing,'' she said.
Vicky rolled her eyes, wishing her mother would just drop it.
''I'm not.''
Akiza ladled scrambled eggs onto her plate.
''Anyway, i can't tell you. It was a closed adoption. That means-''
''Neither side knows anything about the other. I know mum.'' Violet finished off her mother's sentence.
Akiza got up, replaced the frying pan on the cooker and turned back to the purple haired girl. ''Has someone said anything at school?''
''No.'' Violet quickly bent over her eggs. 'trust mum to assume somebody else was putting ideas in my head. It would be too much for her to imagine i might have started thing about it myself.' The young six-teen year old rolled her eyes, making sure her bangs were covering her face.
''What's for Tea?'' A boy of about six years old came bolting into the room. He had black crab like spickey hair. hilighted with red. He had light tanned skin with cobalt blue eyes. He was wearing dark ble jeans, deep red jacket and a dark blue tank top with a red circular maze in the middle, and a pair of fluffy black socks.
His cheeks were red from the outside air and he had the spitting image of Yusei. 'My little miracle,' Akiza would call him. She had gotten pregnant with Riku when she and Yusei had both lost hope of having a child of their own.
Riku skidded to a halt at the table, then made a face.
''Scrambbled eggs stink.''
''Not as much as you,'' Vicky shot back.
Ricku picked up his fork and prodded his sister with it.
''OW. Mum he's hitting me!''
Akiza glared at her two children.
''Sit Riku.'' Sometimes Violet wonders if she thinks he's a dog. Once Vicky heard her mother speaking to Carly; Josh Atlas' mother, ''Boys are like puppies. All they need is affection and fresh air. Girls are much harder work.''
Then why choose me-a girl-in the first place? Violet remembered all the times when she was little that Akiza talked to her about being adopted-about how they picked her out of some catalogue. It used to make her feel special. Wanted. Now it made her feel like a mail-order dress. A dress that didn't fit but was too much trouble to send back. But she knew Akiza, Yusei- even Riku loved her, but there was still a place in her heart that felt...empty.
''Can Kyle come round later?'' The golden eyed girl asked, leaning a bit forward in her chair.
''Sure, when you've done you homework- if it isn't too late,'' Came Akiza's predictable reply.
''These eggs look like your puke,'' Riku said.
Sometimes Vicky really, really hates him.
Violet emailed her male friend as soon as she went back upstairs.
See you later?
His reply came back in seconds: i'll be there at 7.
Violet checked the time on the corner of the screen: 6.15. She was never going to finish this essay in 45 minutes.
Who am i?
Adopted. Lost. She typed the words into the the search engine box.
She'd been thinking about it recently. Last week she'd even checked out some of the adoption information websites. You'd have laghed if you'd seen her: heart thumping, palms sweating, stomach screwed into a knot. It's not as if there's going to be some sit that says: Violet Fudo-click here for your adoption details.
About a week ago, Violet found out that if she wanted to know anything about her life before she was three, she needed her parents permission first. 'how unbelieveble is that?' The dark haired girl layedher head in her hands. She let out a deep sigh before returning to her thoughts. My life. My identity. My past. But their decision.
Even if she asked, there was no way Akiza would say yes. Well you've seen how she is about the subject. Gets a face like a smashed plate. Well if hr parents won't tell her what happened, she would have to find out for herself. And anyway, it's not like she'd be on some lost childrens website.
She slowley clicked on the search icon.
Adopted. Lost. Nearly a million hits.
Violet could feel her stomach clenching again.
She sat back in her chair. Enough.
She was just wasting time. Putting off the homework. She reached over to close the search. And that's when she caught sight of it:An international site for lost or missing childre. She frowned. How could you loose a child and them not turn up? Violet knew that you could loose one for five minutes. Or even an hour. She also knew that children go missing because some psycho's murdered them. But Akiza's always told her that only happens about once or twice a year.
Violet clicked through to the homepage. It was a flickering mass of faces. Each face the size of a stamp; each stamp turning into a new face after a few seconds.
Violet's jaw dropped. Did all these faces really belong to missing children? She saw a search field. Violet hesitated then typed in her name. Violet. She wasn't really thinking about what she was doing. Just messing about- seeing how many missing Violets' there were out there.
It turned out there were one hundred and seventy-two. Jeez. Tht computer was flashing at her face to refine her search. Part of her wanted to stop. The other part told her not to be stupid. The flickering mass weren't adopted children like her- with no past. These kids only had a past. She just wanted to see who was there. Vicky added her birth month to the search criteria.
Violet. March 2042.
She watched as three violets appeared on the screen. One had dark skin and was missing since since she was two weeks old.
One was pale with blonde haire-she looked about 9 or 10. Yeah-she'd only been missing since 2055.
Violet stared at the third child.
Callie Violet Matthews.
Case type: lost, injured, missing
Date of birth: March 12 2042
Age now: 16
Birth place: Evanport, Connecticut, USA
Hair: violet
Eyes: Golden-Yellow
Violet looked at the face above the words. A slightly chubby, smiling little girls face. Then at the date she'd gone missing: September 8 2045.
Less than two months before Violet was adopted.
Her heart seemed to stop beating.
The birth date was a couple of days out. And Vicky was Japanese, not from America like the missing girl.
So it wasn't possible.
Was it?
The question seeped like a drug through her head, turning her upside down and inside out, filling her up.
Could I be her?
A/N: please review!