Mijikai: I'm back! And here is the sequel to Life in Reality. (Please
read that first if you hadn't already)
Yami:...........crap! I can't think of any new insults!
Mijikai: ^_______^
Yami: Don't get your hopes up! I only have a blank because you haven't told me exactly how the summery goes!
Mijikai: ^__________^
Yami: Why are you still smiling?
Mijikai: I'm putting new charcters in the credits.
Yami: Oh dear Ra no.
Mijikai: Yep!
Megami: (evil smile)
Yami: (pales)
Mijikai: MWHAHAHAHAHA!!!.......oh one more thing! I would really like to thank everyone who reviewed Life in Reality! And...I think I confused some people in the Epilogue. The child is Yugi's, they just can't figure out how it happened. Now that that's cleared up...let's get started!
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Heaven to Hell Chapter One
"We are gathered here today to say our goodbyes to Sakura Yuan, who had died giving birth to her child..."
I shed silent tears as I watched the coffin being slowly brought down into the open ground.
It was a small ceremony, only close relatives, and friends.
Sakura's side having more people, then my little group of my brother and friends.
I really didn't want to be here, but my love for Sakura wouldn't let me back out, and so stood there, having to witness another death.
I tried my best to ignore the glares Sakura's parents and relatives shot at me, accusing me of her death.
The preist preached on with his stupid boring speech, which I droned out minutes ago.
My brother, Yami, stood by my side, having a comforting hand placed on my shoulder, while the rest of my friends either stared at their feet, or glanced at me with sympathy.
"Here Sakura Yuan shall rest in peace. Bless her soul, amen."
"Amen," everybody repeated and little by litte, Sakura's relatives departed, shooting me accussing glares.
Some who weren't so stiff, shook my hand and murmured apologies for my lost.
Her parents did come towards me, but not for a handshake.
From the look in their eyes, looks like they wanted to kill me.
"You," her mother, Mrs. Yuan said sharply. "You are the cause of our loss!"
I only looked at her with a steady gaze. The grip on my shoulder tightened warningly, but I ignored it.
"Yes, I take full blame."
"I knew you were all wrong for her. You always were a trouble maker. Famous or no, you are a shame to us."
"Yes, I sure I am," I said coolly, which I don't think made matters better.
The already pink spots on her cheeks drakened and her eyes flashed dangerously.
"We shall be departing now, and I think as parent's of Sakura, we shall take what is ours," she said stiffly and made to grab the bundle in my arms.
I quickly took a step back, holding the bundle protectively to my body.
This did not improve Mrs. Yuan's good mood.
"Give it to me," she said firmly. "It is our daughter's, and should be rightly ours."
My eyes narrowed.
"_He_ is not an _it_," I said through clenched teeth. "He is just as much as mine as it is hers. I'm his father, and shall take him to live with me."
"Ha! You bastard of an orphan take care of a child? You a lowly scum who isn't even in Highschool yet? And who else will take care of him? This punk or most likely a drunkard," she chidded, and I could hear growling from Yami.
"Who else? These...albino twins! And this whore. And these two don't even seem intellegent enough."
Ryou, Bakura, Anzu, Jounouchi, and Honda, who I can tell, weren't pleased.
"And what else? This old man who probably is a prono, and then this gay freak!" she shouted pointing to Sugoroku and Malik.
"Hey," snarled Malik. "I am not gay! That's him."
Seto rolled his eyes.
"Thanks for mentioning that," he hissed.
Malik patted him on the back.
"No problem."
Okay, she drew the line.
She could insult me as much as she wanted, but not my friends! Or brother!
I squared my shoulders and put on my best glare.
"Look. They aren't who you think they are. They are good friends, and will be willing to help me. I am taking care of my child, and there is nothing you fucken bitch can do about it. You got that?"
She seemed highly offended (Go me!) and turned sharply.
"Come Arther, let's go," she ordered and strided stiffly to the car.
Mr. Yuan nodded silently, but before he left, he confronted me and looked up at me with blue eyes.
"I'm sorry that Sakura had to depart this way. I'm sure, if she lived, she would have made a wonderful mother. I wish you luck, and please take good care of him. He is my grandson you know," he murmured quietly, and a small smile formed on his chapped lips.
"Arther! Hurry up!" Mrs. Yuan snapped.
"And please forgive my wife. She and Sukura were to peas in a pod. Very close. She'll soften up in time."
"Arther!"
"I'm coming! Dear god! Woman!" he shouted, and hurried towards their car.
As I watched the Yuan's depart, I stirring in my arms caused my amethyst eyes to look down, and I met a pair of eyes.
My eyes.
The infant in my arms, looked at me curiously, and smiled, as a giggle bubbled from his throat.
I couldn't help but give him a small smile, and rocked him gently back and forth.
Am I mad that this little infant killed my girlfriend, some might wonder?
(And some friends heistantly asked. Especially a certain _albino_ and _Mr. Hungry_!)
And this was my answer.
DEAR GOD YOU ARE INSANE! HOW CAN YOU HATE SOMETHING THAT IS SO CUTE!?
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(Five Years later)
"Shit!" I cursed under my breath as the stupid streetlight turned red.
I stumbled back onto the sidewalk and crossed my arms tightly across my stomach and pratically hoped on my feet impatiently, which must have seemed odd, since I was eighteen years old and starting my last year at Domino High, though I bet most think I'm still thirteen.
The crowd that had already crossed was moving on to where ever they were going, but I noticed a small boy pushing back through in the opposite direction.
He ran to the edge of the sidewalk and his eyes held the emotion of worry and fear.
At that moment, all the cars stopped and the road was clear, only the stupid light was STILL RED!
The boy was looking from side to side, checking for cars, before running back across the street.
"Poppy!" he shouted, as he ran.
Suddenly, a yellow cab came speeding down the street at top speed, and the young boy froze and turned slowly.
Instead of running, he stood there, then let out a terrified scream.
I snapped out of my shock, and ran for him, grabbing his waist and grunted as I landed harshly on my side.
The screech made me look up and felt panic flare up as I saw the wheels inches from my boots.
The car door opened and a huge pudgy man came out of the driver seat and looked at me with small beady olive eyes.
"You ass hole! What the hell is your problem!" he shouted.
At first I thought it was at me, but I followed his eyes down to...the boy. This angered me greatly.
"Well? Well? Awwwwww, so now your going to cry about it? Huh? Huh? Feeling kind of stupid now huh? Yeah, that's right. You should feel that way, and..."
"Shut the hell up you fucken bastard," I hissed, and felt his eyes fall on me.
I would have looked back up, but my eyes were glued to the poor weeping boy in my arms, whose head was buried into my chest.
"What was that asshole?" he growled at me.
I slowly stood up, cradling the young boy in my arms.
"You heard me."
"Oh, so I guess the older brother steps in? Stay out of this, the kids gotta learn a lesson here."
"No, you need a lesson. If this is how you treat kids, I'd hate to see how you treat your kids."
"Humph! I hate kids! Especially stupid, bastard, weird looking punk asses, that have no common sense!" he spat.
I couldn't take it. I fired a fist into the bastards gut, and he fell over, coughing and gasping.
"Look, you fucken bastard. Never, I mean, _never_ insult a child in front of their parent. You got that?" I asked coldly.
He gave a weak nod, and I kicked him again in the gut for good measure.
I ignored the stares I received and carried my child all the way to the apartment.
(Yes, I still live in my old apartment of my childhood)
I opened the door to the entrance, but ran into the new manager of the apartment. Akira Tashino. (gags)
"Well, well, greetings Mr. Mutou," he sneered. "You and the brat back so soon?"
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Tashino," I said just as coldly, and pushed past him and up to my old home.
I opened the door, and sat heavily on the couch, rocking the weeping boy in my arms. My little boy. Yujin Mutou.
"Shhhhhh, Yujin, time to calm down," I whispered softly, and brushed his bangs out of his wet cheeks.
"I'm sorry (sniff) Poppy."
"Oh, no, no, no, it isn't your fault. It was his. He went speeding who knows miles per second for heavens sake! Could have hit any poor soul, even if the light was green! Besides," I said and smoothed his hair. "You were only afraid and confused in what to do, because I wasn't there with you. Right?"
He nodded vigorously, and made a loud sniff.
I chewed my bottom lip, trying to think of something to cheer him up, when a smile split my lips.
"Hey, did you notice how fat he was? I was tempted to call him Porky."
"(sniff) Like the pig on TV?"
"Yeah, like that cartoon."
He giggled.
"And did you see how his cheeks puffed out?" I asked, and puffed out my own to imitate them.
Yujin laughed, and poked my left cheek, and I deflated it. He smiled, which made me smile.
"Better?" I asked.
"Yeah, better."
"Good."
"That fat man was only a bastard anyway."
"Yujin Mutou!" I scolded and tickled his sides, and he started squirming immediately. "No swearing till your my age!"
"But your ollllllld. I don't want to be ollllllllld," he said between laughs.
I gasped, making my eyes wide, and looking offended.
"Ex_cuse_ me," I said, and tickled him more rapidly.
He screamed with laughter, and actually squimred out of my fingers and ran to his room, slamming the door shut.
I laughed, and settled down on the couch, knowing he'd be back later.
Having a kid in the house was actually fun, instead of hard like that bitch...I mean Mrs. Yuan said.
God, keeps bugging me on the phone demanding for her grandson.
I mean, the only trouble I had with Yujiin was when he was still an infant, and I had to change his daiper. (blush) Sigh.
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Late that night, I was sleeping (*More like snoring I bet* *Yami, bug off*) when I felt something slip into my arms, and blinked blurrily down at a small body.
Tears were running down his cheeks again.
"Yujin?" I asked with a yawn. "What's up?"
"I...I had a dream."
"A dream? What kind of dream?"
"I dreamed about Mommy. She glared at me, and she said it was my fault she died. Poppy? Did I kill Mommy?" he asked, and looked at me with watering eyes.
How could I resist? I chewed my lower lip and took a deep breath.
"Well...ah...I wouldn't say killed, Yujin, but..."
"Poppy."
"Hm?"
"Are you trying to say yes?"
I went quiet, and that seemed to confirm everything.
His eyes watered again and buried his face in my pillow.
"I knew it! I killed Mommy! Cuno was right! I am a murderer! You must hate me Poppy. Hate me."
Shock and horror went through me, and I hugged him tightly.
"No, no, no. Listen, no, listen. Yujin. Listen to me. You are not a murderer. Your mother chose for you to live. I mean, she could have gotten rid of you before you were born, but she...actually...we didn't want that," I said softly, and whipped his tears away. "I love you Yujin. And always will."
Yujin sniffed loudly and smiled.
"Aishiteru Poppy."
"Now, about this Cuno. Are you talking about Cuno Tashino? Akira Tashino's son?" I asked.
Yujin nodded with a frown.
"Oh, I am so going to..."
"NO!"
"Going to...talk...to his...father...what?"
"Oh, I thought you were going to fight him."
"Oh, is that what you think of your Poppy?" I asked, voice hurt.
Yujin only stuck out his little tongue.
"Alright, back to bed with you."
"Can I sleep with you Poppy?" he asked as he layed on my pillow, giving me his smile.
I nodded, and lay down. I had to wake up for school. Joy.
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Mijikai: Well? Good, bad? To mushy? Sorry about that. Wait a little bit and then the action will pick up.
Yami: Where am I?
Mijikai: Next chapter.
Yami: But...
Mijikai: NEXT CHAPTER!!!
Yami: O_O
Yugi: Please review! You know the drill!
Yami:...........crap! I can't think of any new insults!
Mijikai: ^_______^
Yami: Don't get your hopes up! I only have a blank because you haven't told me exactly how the summery goes!
Mijikai: ^__________^
Yami: Why are you still smiling?
Mijikai: I'm putting new charcters in the credits.
Yami: Oh dear Ra no.
Mijikai: Yep!
Megami: (evil smile)
Yami: (pales)
Mijikai: MWHAHAHAHAHA!!!.......oh one more thing! I would really like to thank everyone who reviewed Life in Reality! And...I think I confused some people in the Epilogue. The child is Yugi's, they just can't figure out how it happened. Now that that's cleared up...let's get started!
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Heaven to Hell Chapter One
"We are gathered here today to say our goodbyes to Sakura Yuan, who had died giving birth to her child..."
I shed silent tears as I watched the coffin being slowly brought down into the open ground.
It was a small ceremony, only close relatives, and friends.
Sakura's side having more people, then my little group of my brother and friends.
I really didn't want to be here, but my love for Sakura wouldn't let me back out, and so stood there, having to witness another death.
I tried my best to ignore the glares Sakura's parents and relatives shot at me, accusing me of her death.
The preist preached on with his stupid boring speech, which I droned out minutes ago.
My brother, Yami, stood by my side, having a comforting hand placed on my shoulder, while the rest of my friends either stared at their feet, or glanced at me with sympathy.
"Here Sakura Yuan shall rest in peace. Bless her soul, amen."
"Amen," everybody repeated and little by litte, Sakura's relatives departed, shooting me accussing glares.
Some who weren't so stiff, shook my hand and murmured apologies for my lost.
Her parents did come towards me, but not for a handshake.
From the look in their eyes, looks like they wanted to kill me.
"You," her mother, Mrs. Yuan said sharply. "You are the cause of our loss!"
I only looked at her with a steady gaze. The grip on my shoulder tightened warningly, but I ignored it.
"Yes, I take full blame."
"I knew you were all wrong for her. You always were a trouble maker. Famous or no, you are a shame to us."
"Yes, I sure I am," I said coolly, which I don't think made matters better.
The already pink spots on her cheeks drakened and her eyes flashed dangerously.
"We shall be departing now, and I think as parent's of Sakura, we shall take what is ours," she said stiffly and made to grab the bundle in my arms.
I quickly took a step back, holding the bundle protectively to my body.
This did not improve Mrs. Yuan's good mood.
"Give it to me," she said firmly. "It is our daughter's, and should be rightly ours."
My eyes narrowed.
"_He_ is not an _it_," I said through clenched teeth. "He is just as much as mine as it is hers. I'm his father, and shall take him to live with me."
"Ha! You bastard of an orphan take care of a child? You a lowly scum who isn't even in Highschool yet? And who else will take care of him? This punk or most likely a drunkard," she chidded, and I could hear growling from Yami.
"Who else? These...albino twins! And this whore. And these two don't even seem intellegent enough."
Ryou, Bakura, Anzu, Jounouchi, and Honda, who I can tell, weren't pleased.
"And what else? This old man who probably is a prono, and then this gay freak!" she shouted pointing to Sugoroku and Malik.
"Hey," snarled Malik. "I am not gay! That's him."
Seto rolled his eyes.
"Thanks for mentioning that," he hissed.
Malik patted him on the back.
"No problem."
Okay, she drew the line.
She could insult me as much as she wanted, but not my friends! Or brother!
I squared my shoulders and put on my best glare.
"Look. They aren't who you think they are. They are good friends, and will be willing to help me. I am taking care of my child, and there is nothing you fucken bitch can do about it. You got that?"
She seemed highly offended (Go me!) and turned sharply.
"Come Arther, let's go," she ordered and strided stiffly to the car.
Mr. Yuan nodded silently, but before he left, he confronted me and looked up at me with blue eyes.
"I'm sorry that Sakura had to depart this way. I'm sure, if she lived, she would have made a wonderful mother. I wish you luck, and please take good care of him. He is my grandson you know," he murmured quietly, and a small smile formed on his chapped lips.
"Arther! Hurry up!" Mrs. Yuan snapped.
"And please forgive my wife. She and Sukura were to peas in a pod. Very close. She'll soften up in time."
"Arther!"
"I'm coming! Dear god! Woman!" he shouted, and hurried towards their car.
As I watched the Yuan's depart, I stirring in my arms caused my amethyst eyes to look down, and I met a pair of eyes.
My eyes.
The infant in my arms, looked at me curiously, and smiled, as a giggle bubbled from his throat.
I couldn't help but give him a small smile, and rocked him gently back and forth.
Am I mad that this little infant killed my girlfriend, some might wonder?
(And some friends heistantly asked. Especially a certain _albino_ and _Mr. Hungry_!)
And this was my answer.
DEAR GOD YOU ARE INSANE! HOW CAN YOU HATE SOMETHING THAT IS SO CUTE!?
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(Five Years later)
"Shit!" I cursed under my breath as the stupid streetlight turned red.
I stumbled back onto the sidewalk and crossed my arms tightly across my stomach and pratically hoped on my feet impatiently, which must have seemed odd, since I was eighteen years old and starting my last year at Domino High, though I bet most think I'm still thirteen.
The crowd that had already crossed was moving on to where ever they were going, but I noticed a small boy pushing back through in the opposite direction.
He ran to the edge of the sidewalk and his eyes held the emotion of worry and fear.
At that moment, all the cars stopped and the road was clear, only the stupid light was STILL RED!
The boy was looking from side to side, checking for cars, before running back across the street.
"Poppy!" he shouted, as he ran.
Suddenly, a yellow cab came speeding down the street at top speed, and the young boy froze and turned slowly.
Instead of running, he stood there, then let out a terrified scream.
I snapped out of my shock, and ran for him, grabbing his waist and grunted as I landed harshly on my side.
The screech made me look up and felt panic flare up as I saw the wheels inches from my boots.
The car door opened and a huge pudgy man came out of the driver seat and looked at me with small beady olive eyes.
"You ass hole! What the hell is your problem!" he shouted.
At first I thought it was at me, but I followed his eyes down to...the boy. This angered me greatly.
"Well? Well? Awwwwww, so now your going to cry about it? Huh? Huh? Feeling kind of stupid now huh? Yeah, that's right. You should feel that way, and..."
"Shut the hell up you fucken bastard," I hissed, and felt his eyes fall on me.
I would have looked back up, but my eyes were glued to the poor weeping boy in my arms, whose head was buried into my chest.
"What was that asshole?" he growled at me.
I slowly stood up, cradling the young boy in my arms.
"You heard me."
"Oh, so I guess the older brother steps in? Stay out of this, the kids gotta learn a lesson here."
"No, you need a lesson. If this is how you treat kids, I'd hate to see how you treat your kids."
"Humph! I hate kids! Especially stupid, bastard, weird looking punk asses, that have no common sense!" he spat.
I couldn't take it. I fired a fist into the bastards gut, and he fell over, coughing and gasping.
"Look, you fucken bastard. Never, I mean, _never_ insult a child in front of their parent. You got that?" I asked coldly.
He gave a weak nod, and I kicked him again in the gut for good measure.
I ignored the stares I received and carried my child all the way to the apartment.
(Yes, I still live in my old apartment of my childhood)
I opened the door to the entrance, but ran into the new manager of the apartment. Akira Tashino. (gags)
"Well, well, greetings Mr. Mutou," he sneered. "You and the brat back so soon?"
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Tashino," I said just as coldly, and pushed past him and up to my old home.
I opened the door, and sat heavily on the couch, rocking the weeping boy in my arms. My little boy. Yujin Mutou.
"Shhhhhh, Yujin, time to calm down," I whispered softly, and brushed his bangs out of his wet cheeks.
"I'm sorry (sniff) Poppy."
"Oh, no, no, no, it isn't your fault. It was his. He went speeding who knows miles per second for heavens sake! Could have hit any poor soul, even if the light was green! Besides," I said and smoothed his hair. "You were only afraid and confused in what to do, because I wasn't there with you. Right?"
He nodded vigorously, and made a loud sniff.
I chewed my bottom lip, trying to think of something to cheer him up, when a smile split my lips.
"Hey, did you notice how fat he was? I was tempted to call him Porky."
"(sniff) Like the pig on TV?"
"Yeah, like that cartoon."
He giggled.
"And did you see how his cheeks puffed out?" I asked, and puffed out my own to imitate them.
Yujin laughed, and poked my left cheek, and I deflated it. He smiled, which made me smile.
"Better?" I asked.
"Yeah, better."
"Good."
"That fat man was only a bastard anyway."
"Yujin Mutou!" I scolded and tickled his sides, and he started squirming immediately. "No swearing till your my age!"
"But your ollllllld. I don't want to be ollllllllld," he said between laughs.
I gasped, making my eyes wide, and looking offended.
"Ex_cuse_ me," I said, and tickled him more rapidly.
He screamed with laughter, and actually squimred out of my fingers and ran to his room, slamming the door shut.
I laughed, and settled down on the couch, knowing he'd be back later.
Having a kid in the house was actually fun, instead of hard like that bitch...I mean Mrs. Yuan said.
God, keeps bugging me on the phone demanding for her grandson.
I mean, the only trouble I had with Yujiin was when he was still an infant, and I had to change his daiper. (blush) Sigh.
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Late that night, I was sleeping (*More like snoring I bet* *Yami, bug off*) when I felt something slip into my arms, and blinked blurrily down at a small body.
Tears were running down his cheeks again.
"Yujin?" I asked with a yawn. "What's up?"
"I...I had a dream."
"A dream? What kind of dream?"
"I dreamed about Mommy. She glared at me, and she said it was my fault she died. Poppy? Did I kill Mommy?" he asked, and looked at me with watering eyes.
How could I resist? I chewed my lower lip and took a deep breath.
"Well...ah...I wouldn't say killed, Yujin, but..."
"Poppy."
"Hm?"
"Are you trying to say yes?"
I went quiet, and that seemed to confirm everything.
His eyes watered again and buried his face in my pillow.
"I knew it! I killed Mommy! Cuno was right! I am a murderer! You must hate me Poppy. Hate me."
Shock and horror went through me, and I hugged him tightly.
"No, no, no. Listen, no, listen. Yujin. Listen to me. You are not a murderer. Your mother chose for you to live. I mean, she could have gotten rid of you before you were born, but she...actually...we didn't want that," I said softly, and whipped his tears away. "I love you Yujin. And always will."
Yujin sniffed loudly and smiled.
"Aishiteru Poppy."
"Now, about this Cuno. Are you talking about Cuno Tashino? Akira Tashino's son?" I asked.
Yujin nodded with a frown.
"Oh, I am so going to..."
"NO!"
"Going to...talk...to his...father...what?"
"Oh, I thought you were going to fight him."
"Oh, is that what you think of your Poppy?" I asked, voice hurt.
Yujin only stuck out his little tongue.
"Alright, back to bed with you."
"Can I sleep with you Poppy?" he asked as he layed on my pillow, giving me his smile.
I nodded, and lay down. I had to wake up for school. Joy.
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Mijikai: Well? Good, bad? To mushy? Sorry about that. Wait a little bit and then the action will pick up.
Yami: Where am I?
Mijikai: Next chapter.
Yami: But...
Mijikai: NEXT CHAPTER!!!
Yami: O_O
Yugi: Please review! You know the drill!