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wish me to continue this story, past this one-chaptered possible one-shot,
please leave a review and tell me! I also own this idea; ask before using
any poems, or the basic concept.
Note: bear with me, my poems wouldn't come out right in story format. PLEASE R&R!!!!!!
"My Escape"
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Ryou had come home today, after a day of school, and placed his backpack quietly on the floor, next to his straightly placed shoes, and his jacket that hung on a hanger in the closet that he stood at. It was his home, yet he still couldn't escape all the pressure of school, and of his Yami. Ryou had one escape, though. He crept into the kitchen and prepared his meal, simple chicken and mashed potatoes from a T.V. dinner. Ryou was also benign enough to leave his Yami a can of beer and some raw stake to eat when he returned from his 'trips.' Ryou had no understanding of why his Yami needed to eat steak and beer all the time. He is after all just a spirit with his own body, or hypothetically speaking, a spirit body that one can touch.
Ryou walked up the stairs making sure every step he took didn't let one of the floorboards loose. He needed to get them fixed, at least before his father returned from Egypt for the holidays. Ryou continued up to his room and shut the door nearly-silently as he headed over to his closet. He was glad to find his closet just the way he left it, no corpses or rats like he had before. He extracted a simple sweater and kakis and changed into them, folding his school uniform neatly then placing it inside his white hamper. Ryou sat on his bed sadly, then decided that since he had finished his homework during lunch that day he could reward himself. He picked up a white pen that had 'Ryou' written on it in simply beautiful silver calligraphy.
In his nightstand drawer laid a book. However, this was not an average book. It was where Ryou wrote all his feelings, memories, pains, sorrows, and joys. Ryou liked to write fictions stories about princes in castle, and dragons that transformed into members of society. Anyone could easily think him childishly silly, but when you read a poem written by him; wow. You could imagine how he feels, and why he feels that way. You could picture this remarkable boy; tears flowing down his pale cheeks. You could picture his sky falling down on his miniscule universe. You could see him standing up to his object of hate. You could see how angry, yet sad he was.
Ryou had more pains than that do deal with, though. His friends paid no attention to him, it was all about Yugi. Frankly, Ryou didn't mind, but he wished that someone would be his friend because they shared common interests; not just because he knew Yugi Moto, and owned a millennium item!
Ryou collected his thoughts and sloppily wrote, expressing his loneliness:
It seems that every day that passes,
Every single day that passes,
Every moment that's gone by,
I just want to huddle up and cry.
Oh how he hurts me, day after day,
Why should I in this world stay?
Why should I put up with his anger?
Why, why with his towards me anger?
It seems I am a stranger to myself,
Just watching my other self.
Why did Ra give me his item?
Why can I not just fight him?
No, no that would be wrong,
And I am not at all strong,
For I were to fight back,
I'd just fall, back and back
Sometimes I wish I could be invisible,
But then friends can't see me for me until I'm visible.
Ryou wished that he could let someone read his stories without the fear of being exposed to his Yami. That poem had channeled all his thoughts and relived them, so he decided to surf the net for inspiring poetry.
As he searched yahoo, this title came up, "I hate you poems," and Ryou was more that surprised to find his fingers clicking the link. A page came up, beautifully digitally mastered. A title in a chilling font wrote 'I hate you' all over the dull background in blood red. It kind of scared Ryou, until he saw the poem written in another creepy font, it was stunning.
My heart has many chambers,
My mind has is just empty,
My body has scars galore,
And my memory scratches in time.
To Ryou, it wasn't much of a poem, but it somehow helped him understand that even though Bakura abused him, Ryou could survive. After he had read that poem, it was clear that he wasn't alone. He decided that he could try writing another poem, just to express who he is:
I'm the shy boy that no one can see,
You see a flash of white, and it's me.
Even around my friends, the story never ends,
I just seem like for my friends, I have to bend.
I'm so silent you barely hear me,
Without my friends, here I wouldn't be,
Instead my Yami I would have offended,
And my life there would be ended.
I realize this poem is sad,
But while writing it, I'm glad.
My escape, my ride to fantasy,
Is writing, my road to fantasy!
Ryou smiled, and then heard the door to his house slam sharply. 'Oh dear' he thought as steps trudged themselves up past his room. 'Not the whip again' Ryou silently thought, dashingly putting his poems away.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please leave a review and tell me if I should continue with this story. Also, I have other one-shots that I would like to know if anyone wants me to continue. I hope you enjoyed this!
Note: bear with me, my poems wouldn't come out right in story format. PLEASE R&R!!!!!!
"My Escape"
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ryou had come home today, after a day of school, and placed his backpack quietly on the floor, next to his straightly placed shoes, and his jacket that hung on a hanger in the closet that he stood at. It was his home, yet he still couldn't escape all the pressure of school, and of his Yami. Ryou had one escape, though. He crept into the kitchen and prepared his meal, simple chicken and mashed potatoes from a T.V. dinner. Ryou was also benign enough to leave his Yami a can of beer and some raw stake to eat when he returned from his 'trips.' Ryou had no understanding of why his Yami needed to eat steak and beer all the time. He is after all just a spirit with his own body, or hypothetically speaking, a spirit body that one can touch.
Ryou walked up the stairs making sure every step he took didn't let one of the floorboards loose. He needed to get them fixed, at least before his father returned from Egypt for the holidays. Ryou continued up to his room and shut the door nearly-silently as he headed over to his closet. He was glad to find his closet just the way he left it, no corpses or rats like he had before. He extracted a simple sweater and kakis and changed into them, folding his school uniform neatly then placing it inside his white hamper. Ryou sat on his bed sadly, then decided that since he had finished his homework during lunch that day he could reward himself. He picked up a white pen that had 'Ryou' written on it in simply beautiful silver calligraphy.
In his nightstand drawer laid a book. However, this was not an average book. It was where Ryou wrote all his feelings, memories, pains, sorrows, and joys. Ryou liked to write fictions stories about princes in castle, and dragons that transformed into members of society. Anyone could easily think him childishly silly, but when you read a poem written by him; wow. You could imagine how he feels, and why he feels that way. You could picture this remarkable boy; tears flowing down his pale cheeks. You could picture his sky falling down on his miniscule universe. You could see him standing up to his object of hate. You could see how angry, yet sad he was.
Ryou had more pains than that do deal with, though. His friends paid no attention to him, it was all about Yugi. Frankly, Ryou didn't mind, but he wished that someone would be his friend because they shared common interests; not just because he knew Yugi Moto, and owned a millennium item!
Ryou collected his thoughts and sloppily wrote, expressing his loneliness:
It seems that every day that passes,
Every single day that passes,
Every moment that's gone by,
I just want to huddle up and cry.
Oh how he hurts me, day after day,
Why should I in this world stay?
Why should I put up with his anger?
Why, why with his towards me anger?
It seems I am a stranger to myself,
Just watching my other self.
Why did Ra give me his item?
Why can I not just fight him?
No, no that would be wrong,
And I am not at all strong,
For I were to fight back,
I'd just fall, back and back
Sometimes I wish I could be invisible,
But then friends can't see me for me until I'm visible.
Ryou wished that he could let someone read his stories without the fear of being exposed to his Yami. That poem had channeled all his thoughts and relived them, so he decided to surf the net for inspiring poetry.
As he searched yahoo, this title came up, "I hate you poems," and Ryou was more that surprised to find his fingers clicking the link. A page came up, beautifully digitally mastered. A title in a chilling font wrote 'I hate you' all over the dull background in blood red. It kind of scared Ryou, until he saw the poem written in another creepy font, it was stunning.
My heart has many chambers,
My mind has is just empty,
My body has scars galore,
And my memory scratches in time.
To Ryou, it wasn't much of a poem, but it somehow helped him understand that even though Bakura abused him, Ryou could survive. After he had read that poem, it was clear that he wasn't alone. He decided that he could try writing another poem, just to express who he is:
I'm the shy boy that no one can see,
You see a flash of white, and it's me.
Even around my friends, the story never ends,
I just seem like for my friends, I have to bend.
I'm so silent you barely hear me,
Without my friends, here I wouldn't be,
Instead my Yami I would have offended,
And my life there would be ended.
I realize this poem is sad,
But while writing it, I'm glad.
My escape, my ride to fantasy,
Is writing, my road to fantasy!
Ryou smiled, and then heard the door to his house slam sharply. 'Oh dear' he thought as steps trudged themselves up past his room. 'Not the whip again' Ryou silently thought, dashingly putting his poems away.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please leave a review and tell me if I should continue with this story. Also, I have other one-shots that I would like to know if anyone wants me to continue. I hope you enjoyed this!