Finding Truth
"If I had a million dollars... I would buy Yu-Gi-Oh."
But I don't, so I don't own them...
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When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires will come to you
If your heart is in your dreams, no request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star as dreamers do
(Fate is kind, she brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing)
Like a bolt out of the blue, fate steps in and sees you thru
When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true
Her voice was soft and comforting as the little boy sat by the fountain giggling at the young girl's voice beside him.
"AMY!" His cold demanding voice shattered the peace of the garden.
A young girl looked up from her position by a small black haired boy, "Yes sir?" She replied with a small smile.
"Come in with me please." There was no pleasantry in his voice, just an indifferent demand. She nodded and bade the small boy good bye, following the tall man into the spacious house.
"Yes sir?" She asked again as he directed her to sit on one of the kitchen chairs.
The man heaved a sigh, "What are you teaching him?'
She looked at him confused, "Sir?" Her eyebrows came together.
"The books... what are you reading to him?"
"Sir... they are children's stories." She said with a twinkle in her eye, "Stories like Goldilocks and the three bears, or Sleeping Beauty, or Snow White..."
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" The man roared.
Amy looked frightened, "What sir?" She meekly said ducking her black haired head. She stared hard at his fine polished shoes with her soft silver eyes.
*SMACK!* Amy gasped in shock to find herself slammed into the refrigerator. She looked up through her salty tears. She held her arms out to protect herself from the chair she had been in. She screamed in pain as her arms poured blood out.
She whimpered as the man heaved her up by the color of her shirt. "YOU WILL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN! ALL THIS NOSENSE YOU PUT INTO HIS HEAD; ALL THIS RUBBISH; ALL THESE THINGS THAT MAKE HIM WEAK... I WILL PUT AN END TO YOU GIRL!" Every word came slowly and full of resentment to her. His eyes bore into her own.
She sobbed. So this was the end for her, just like Jessica, her twin, and her parents. All dead. This was her end. Might as will go out in a bang, she thought. Obstinacy filled her eyes as she glared up at the man chocking her, "You're just jealous." She announced and met his gaze.
She found herself flying through the air and slamming into the top cabinets and falling like a rag doll to the ground. Now her head has pounding with pain. She could feel the blood drip from her wound and her energy and resolve draining out of her. He kicked her hard in the ribs, "Girl, no one is jealous of you especially not me."
She couldn't give up now, her end was near anyways, might as will tell him what she thought of him. "You LIE! You know you're jealous! How he always comes to me! Not you! You're envious stupid jerk with no heart!" Her shrill shrieks died down. The throbbing in her ears began louder and louder.
Her last screams were muffled as a large hand clamped on her head and slammed her into the bottom cabinets. He kicked her one last time. "Tramp." He hissed at her still foam. He wiped the blood from his hand and his shoes squeaked on the fine polished floors.
The heavy footsteps died away, later returning with smaller pattering feet and the giggles of a young child.
Amy laid on the cool kitchen tile, feeling the blood slowly trickle out of her. He didn't bother to come back. It would have been better if he had killed her right away.
She felt the world that had been spinning through her tear-dripped eyes start to dim. Her eyelids grew heavy as she drew her last breath. The squeeze in her chest grew unbearable as she whispered her last words with all her remaining energy, "Kaiba." She didn't want to die forgetting the man who had done this to her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Guess you can guess who the black haired kid is: Mokuba!
Yeah... this is my first Yu-Gi-Oh fic... please give me some feedback... no flames... critical analysis on what was good or bad... I like comments... NO FLAMES!
Review and I'll continue.
"If I had a million dollars... I would buy Yu-Gi-Oh."
But I don't, so I don't own them...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires will come to you
If your heart is in your dreams, no request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star as dreamers do
(Fate is kind, she brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing)
Like a bolt out of the blue, fate steps in and sees you thru
When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true
Her voice was soft and comforting as the little boy sat by the fountain giggling at the young girl's voice beside him.
"AMY!" His cold demanding voice shattered the peace of the garden.
A young girl looked up from her position by a small black haired boy, "Yes sir?" She replied with a small smile.
"Come in with me please." There was no pleasantry in his voice, just an indifferent demand. She nodded and bade the small boy good bye, following the tall man into the spacious house.
"Yes sir?" She asked again as he directed her to sit on one of the kitchen chairs.
The man heaved a sigh, "What are you teaching him?'
She looked at him confused, "Sir?" Her eyebrows came together.
"The books... what are you reading to him?"
"Sir... they are children's stories." She said with a twinkle in her eye, "Stories like Goldilocks and the three bears, or Sleeping Beauty, or Snow White..."
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" The man roared.
Amy looked frightened, "What sir?" She meekly said ducking her black haired head. She stared hard at his fine polished shoes with her soft silver eyes.
*SMACK!* Amy gasped in shock to find herself slammed into the refrigerator. She looked up through her salty tears. She held her arms out to protect herself from the chair she had been in. She screamed in pain as her arms poured blood out.
She whimpered as the man heaved her up by the color of her shirt. "YOU WILL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN! ALL THIS NOSENSE YOU PUT INTO HIS HEAD; ALL THIS RUBBISH; ALL THESE THINGS THAT MAKE HIM WEAK... I WILL PUT AN END TO YOU GIRL!" Every word came slowly and full of resentment to her. His eyes bore into her own.
She sobbed. So this was the end for her, just like Jessica, her twin, and her parents. All dead. This was her end. Might as will go out in a bang, she thought. Obstinacy filled her eyes as she glared up at the man chocking her, "You're just jealous." She announced and met his gaze.
She found herself flying through the air and slamming into the top cabinets and falling like a rag doll to the ground. Now her head has pounding with pain. She could feel the blood drip from her wound and her energy and resolve draining out of her. He kicked her hard in the ribs, "Girl, no one is jealous of you especially not me."
She couldn't give up now, her end was near anyways, might as will tell him what she thought of him. "You LIE! You know you're jealous! How he always comes to me! Not you! You're envious stupid jerk with no heart!" Her shrill shrieks died down. The throbbing in her ears began louder and louder.
Her last screams were muffled as a large hand clamped on her head and slammed her into the bottom cabinets. He kicked her one last time. "Tramp." He hissed at her still foam. He wiped the blood from his hand and his shoes squeaked on the fine polished floors.
The heavy footsteps died away, later returning with smaller pattering feet and the giggles of a young child.
Amy laid on the cool kitchen tile, feeling the blood slowly trickle out of her. He didn't bother to come back. It would have been better if he had killed her right away.
She felt the world that had been spinning through her tear-dripped eyes start to dim. Her eyelids grew heavy as she drew her last breath. The squeeze in her chest grew unbearable as she whispered her last words with all her remaining energy, "Kaiba." She didn't want to die forgetting the man who had done this to her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Guess you can guess who the black haired kid is: Mokuba!
Yeah... this is my first Yu-Gi-Oh fic... please give me some feedback... no flames... critical analysis on what was good or bad... I like comments... NO FLAMES!
Review and I'll continue.