Hey guys! Miss me? Course not! anywho i'm back with a new story! Now i know what your saying "yo eevee you still haven't even updated your current one, what the heck!?" but allow me to clarify my reasoning behind this. I couldn't sleep and decided i'd finish reading a new fic i had found. It was great! So good in fact that it inspired me to write this! That and because of said reason for me being up. So this is my first ever attempt at writing first person, so hopefully it won't suck. Oh i'm also trying out a new style of writing! So if you see sentences that look like the should have a comma instead of a period remember it was intentional. I think it adds to the emotion that way. Oh and if i don't get good feed back or enough for that matter i won't continue this and it will instead become a one-shot. Other then that i have nothing else to say. Lol wrote all of this on my phone. XD

~enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the plot. 'Cause lets face it if i did own Yu-Gi-Oh! puzzle, tender, puppy, and bronzeshipping would all be cannon.

Running.

That's all I ever do nowadays. No matter how hard I try it always ends in me running away. I push others out. I don't let them get close.

Why? Because then they can hurt me. It's as simple as that. It's always been this way.

No. That's not right now is it? It wasn't always this way. You want to know the sad thing about it though? I can't remember. I can't remember when I let someone in. When they got close.

I laugh, but not with amusement, no I laugh because I've cried all that I could, because there's no other thing to do now.

I finally come to a stop, in an alley. I smirk. This is my home. It's just me, the rats, the brick, and the ground beneath my feet. I hear them coming closer, their steps louder than they should be. God, are they even attempting at making things subtle?

My hand goes to the rusty knife that rests in my beaten up jacket. If you could even call it a jacket anymore. The sleeves are torn and have holes in them. The zipper had long since been lost. There are many gashes in them from close calls and from when the knives found their mark. So much blood stained it that you couldn't even tell what its original color was; some mine, some not. I don't care.

My pants weren't any better off. They too had holes and rips. One leg was so damaged that it passed my knee by an inch or two before coming to an uneven end. There wasn't as much blood on my pants as my jacket so you could see it was once blue. The color however was so faded and dirty that it seemed a more grayish in color.

I hid behind a trash can. Not 'cause I'm scared, I'll just have a better vantage point. I hear their voices, their curses as they realize they've lost me. I smirk to myself in victory.

Gradually they're footsteps fade and the tension in the air dissipates. I come out from my hiding place and walk to the alleys entrance. I look to both sides making sure they're not still looking for me or if they were then had gone someplace else.

When all is clear I begin to walk. I took in the surroundings, the streets I had known by heart for years now.

The buildings were all rundown and it seemed that they were only standing because of some unearthly force. The paint peeling, and in some places completely gone. The empty bottles of bear littering the floor, some shattered, others broken, a few still intact. Paper, cigarettes, cans, you name it, accompanied the bottles on the ground, forgotten by their companions.

I looked to the sky. Its color dark. Stars glittered in it. Most would think it was beautiful even if you couldn't see them all due to the city, I only see them mocking me, taunting me, because they had one thing I didn't. They didn't have to deal with life, its cruelty or harsh reality.

If there really was some otherworldly being then he sure as hell didn't give a shit about me. He either ignored me or just takes pleaser in my misery. Either way it doesn't matter because in the end I gave up on him. I ignored him too. I mean why should I pray if it only falls on deaf ears?

As I walk I look into all the boarded up and abandoned shops. I'm sure they used to be full of life at one point, used to be better and happier. I sigh. That would be the day wouldn't it? To be happy, to be joyful. I chuckle darkly. I had seen too much, done things no one should.

The ironic thing is I don't even look the part. I have big, wide, innocent eyes, and a childish face. My height doesn't help any. I look like a middle schooler even though I should be in my last year of high school. I sometimes use that to my advantage though. They never see it coming, not until the knives already implanted in there chest or head, and by then it's too late. If the knife doesn't kill them then the blood loss will, and if the blood loss doesn't, then the infection they get from the rust will, either way you're screwed.

I walk and walk not having any place in particular in mind. I soon find myself at the local park. I smile. It's the only place I feel even remotely save. There I can think there I can forget.

The street lights flicker, threatening to go out. They cast everything in a low, sinister, glow. It doesn't bother me. In fact I welcome it. I went down the side walk in the park. I fallow it as it winds its way through the park. Through the trees and to the playground in the center.

This place was probably the best maintenance in town.

This town is probably one of the worst you'd ever find. Murders and rap and death were everywhere. Where ever you looked one would either have happened or was happening. The only way you survived in this town was if you wore your heart on your cheek and held a knife in your pocket. You couldn't trust anyone. The police had given up on the town years ago. They left it to run amuck.

I went to go sit in one of the swings, but stopped. Someone else was already there. Head low, shoulders slouched, and looking utterly defeated.

Everyone looked like that, even myself at times it was nothing new; no what caught my interest was the person's appearance.

He looked like me from my vantage point. Star shaped, tri colored hair, blonde bangs framing his face. There were a few differences that I could see though. For one his hair was trimmed in crimson and he had a few access bangs shooting through his hair giving the impression of lightning bolts. The base color was black much like my own my hair being trimmed in amethyst and a small bang dangling down in my forehead. None streaking up like his, instead my bangs stayed content with framing my face.

I should have just ignored him. I should have kept on walking, but I didn't. I went to him. Something about him intrigued me. I wasn't sure what but it was there, reeling me in.

Now that I was closer I could see his shoulders were shaking. He was crying.

I could tell by his clothes that he didn't live like I did. Always uncertain, always unsure if this day would be your last. Constantly looking over your shoulder. He looked like he lived a good life. So why? Why was he here? He didn't belong. He stuck out like a sore thumb. And in a place like this that made you a target, easy prey.

I stepped on a twig in my approach. It snapped and made a loud CRACK. I froze. His head shot up, eyes locking with mine. Crimson. A beautiful crimson tainted with sorrow, with grief, with pain. That was his eyes. Even puffy, red, and bloodshot they still looked breath taking. Wait! Hold the phone! Breath taking?

I shook my head getting rid of those thoughts and instead focused my attention to the stranger. We stayed like that for a while. Simply staring. He spoke first.

"W-What do you want"

I could tell he was trying to keep is composer, trying not to fall apart. I could see it in his eyes, his inner turmoil. I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. I only talked when I was either giving a threat or a retort. I wasn't one for small talk.

He looked at me, annoyance glittering in those crimson orbs.

"Well"

It looked like he was composing himself quite nicely. His voice becoming firmer, less cracks.

"Your new" I said not knowing what else to say.

"And?"

I shuffled my feet. "You should fix that" God damnit! Why was I being so shy!? Because he won't hurt you. A small voice answered back. I ignored it. He raised an eye brow.

"Oh? And how should I go about doing that?" He asked.

"Learn the rules. The lay of the land. You know," I hopped he got what I was getting at. I'm not good at explanations. I don't want to do one.

"And who would help me learn that?"

He had a point. No one would. It was everybody for themselves. You could be the one to do it. That small voice again. I growled. It was becoming annoying. Probably because it was right. But if I did it would mean he could get close. Slip through my barriers. I couldn't have that. They were all I had.

Despite what I thought I still wound up following the voices suggestion. What was it called? A conscience?

"I will I suppose"

He looked surprised. Of course He would. I surprised myself.

"A-alright"

I smirked. Who knows I could have some fun with this.

"So what's your name stranger" I ask

"Yami," he replies. "What's yours?"

"Yugi."