AN: This idea came to me while I was reading bloods melody be EgyptsBlackRose (Awesome story awesome author.) I don't know how I got this from that but hey; hopefully it'll be a good story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh and I do not own the help. If I did would I be on this site?
Chapter 1 (Poor little rich boy)
Yami stood angrily in his room waiting on his parents to finish their business and tell him their important news. He looked around his room to distract himself. Of course he was not surprised to see it was the same as always.
Everything in his room was gold, black or red. His walls were red and his four poster king sized bed was made of rosewood wood like his floors and most of his furniture and had a gold canopy and red sheets. Across from his bed was his 50" flat screen and to the left of his bed were his golden bedside dressers. In the far left corner was his walk in closet, which was as big as a few of the larger guest bedrooms. In the far right corner was his bathroom which was like a normal master bathroom but bigger. A book shelf that stretched to the ceiling stood on one side of his bed while a dresser with a gold lamp and a red alarm clock was on the other side. There was also a huge balcony in his room and from it he could see the rest of the house and a few shops and people beyond the tree line. This may all sound impressive but it was very normal for a person of his status and age where he lived.
He knew whatever news his parents would give him must be important if they were personally telling him which was something that almost never happened and when it did, it was usually bad news. Since he was a child all the major events in his life were witnessed, recorded, praised, and planned by the help. The only thing his parents did was supply the budget because they were always too busy to do any planning or even to care about it themselves. "I bet if I die my parents would just give some money for a funeral they wouldn't even show up at."
Yami was a rich young boy and could have anything (or anyone for that matter) he wanted. He was very short but handsome with black hair that had red tips and blonde bangs, some of which stood up. He was slightly muscular which was ironic since he almost never worked out in the home gym or any other gym. He had everything you needed to be a young bachelor. He had the money, the looks, the charm, and the confidence. Now if only he could find someone who wasn't a complete backstabbing bitch, he would be all set.
Yami turned to see the door to his room open and his parents enter. His father was a tall, muscular man who had black hair with subtle blonde highlights. As always he was dressed in a black suit with a red shirt and a black tie. He always wore a suit. Yami didn't even think he knew what jeans and T-shirts were. Once again, a normal thing for where he lived for a person of his father's status. A Bluetooth was in his ears and phones, pagers, and all other devices for contacting him were on his hip. The smile he always wore reminded Yami of agent K from Men In Black.
His mother followed quickly behind her husband. She was a short woman who had blonde hair with red bangs and green eyes. She was very slender with no stomach at all but that was no surprise since they lived in LA, where it was a crime for a girl to wear anything above a size zero. LA was the place Yami referred to as "Home of the anorexic, the back stabbers, and the surgically altered." She wore an emerald green dress that went to her knees and strappy high heels, obviously to show off her legs.
Yami hated his mother, or she should say his stepmother, who was only five years older than him and "ironically" looked a lot like his mother did. The only difference was that he had gotten his crimson eyes from his mother, which is why he was so proud of them. She had on the smile that won everyone over, well, everyone except for Yami. If his dad wasn't in the room, she'd probably sneer at him and flip him off, but she wouldn't do that with his dad in his room. She would act like a sweet innocent girl instead of the cold hearted bitch Yami knew she really was.
When his dad spoke he could already tell he wouldn't like the news but as always, would be forced to go along with it and act as if it didn't bother him in any way. 'Yami, we have hired a new staff member today, and he will be here to start working in three days.' Yami gave his father a why-do-I-care look, not caring about how rude this look was. As usual, his evil step mother wanted to do the honors in giving the bad news that would upset him. 'Vivian, your personal servant, has been fired today. She is the one who will be replaced.'
Yami's eyes narrowed at his father and step mother. 'What did she do to be fired? I do not remember her doing anything wrong!' Yami's father gave his son a look that told him to control his temper so he pretended to get it under control. Meanwhile, inside of him was pure turmoil and chaos at the news. Yami had liked Vivian, as if she were a sister to him, or the mother he always wished he could trade for the evil step mom he had.
His stepmother shrugged. 'She has said that we do not pay attention to you! Of all the hurtful things to say!' His step mother gave a pout and instantly Yami understood. Vivian had told Yami's step mom that and she knew that Yami liked Vivian. She would look for any excuse to get her fired and she had finally found one.
Yami's eyes became wide with fury and he couldn't help the words that came out of his mouth. 'That's because you don't pay attention to me! I see you for ten minutes each year, maybe! This is actually the longest I've ever seen you at one time! So now we fire people when they tell the truth, is that how it is now?'
Yami's father gave him another stern look. 'Yami, stop this right now! You are behaving like a child! She is fired and the new servant will be coming in three days! There is nothing you can do, my decision is final!'
Yami glared at his parents before pushing past them both and leaving the room. He walked down the white hallways until he reached the garage. Grabbing a set of keys, he took one of his dad's cars, the red Chevrolet Corvet z06. He knew his dad would be angry when he saw he took it but he didn't care. "Let him get as mad as he wants! Then maybe he'll know how I feel for a change!"
He drove around, looking for somewhere to go and breaking every speed limit in the process on purpose. He would just have his dad pay if a cop stopped him. That was another thing to make him angry, another thing that would only make him angrier. Angering his dad was Yami's only form of revenge.
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A boy who looked about thirteen but was really nineteen sat on his bed. He had black hair with red tips and blonde bangs. His childish face had rosy cheeks and full red lips. His build was more feminine than most boys and had the curves to show for it. He was very short with slender legs and most would describe him as cute for all of this alone. His favorite feature though, and probably his best were his eyes. Beautiful amethyst eyes that it seemed only he had. They were usually big and innocent, and while they were normally paired with a look of happiness, they were now paired with a look of sadness.
Yugi Mouto sat quietly in his room as he listened to his parents argue. "Of course as soon as they go out to a photo-shoot or something they'll be the happy couple the public wants them to be." Yugi heard something break in frustration downstairs. He looked up as a maid came into his room to straighten it but sent her away. He waved her off telling her to come back later and she left him with her head down. He wanted to be alone, so no one would see him so weak sad and pitiful.
He began to look around for something to do so he could distract himself. He was laying on his white king sized bed which had purple pillow. His walls were also purple and his furniture was white or gold. He had two gold bed side dressers stood on either side of his bed. One had a white lamp and the other was bare except for a kindle fire. He hated having to have physical books because he never read one at a time and they became such a pain to haul around with him. His purple dressers with handles made of solid gold stood side by side and took up his entire left wall and on the next wall beside them was a full length mirror. His bathroom was in the center of his right wall and further back into it was his closet. Both separately were as big as a small house. He had a TV above his dressers but he almost never used it and he usually used the dance floor in the corner if his room instead. Yugi loved to dance, and he was great at it too.
Yugi normally didn't listen to his parents' arguments, but since this one concerned him, he made it the exception. His father yelled about how he was 'A spoiled rotten kid who needs discipline! Anyways I've already set it up so shut the hell up about it!' Yugi heard something else break as he listened to his parents.
Yugi in no way was spoiled rotten, in fact he was quite humble and nice. His father though saw him as an arrogant bastard. It was more of the fact that he got more attention from his mom that he did actually, but Yugi's dad never let his mom know that.
His mom loved her son with all her heart and always had. His father had never had to share attention with anyone until Yugi came along. He instantly hated the child and even tried to drown him when he was a kid, though he denied the accusation as soon as it was brought up and threatened Yugi to keep him quiet.
These fights between his parents happened almost every night and they usually ended with his dad leaving the house to go somewhere and his mom crying. "Even more reason to hate the bastard." He thought. He listened as the fight became louder and louder.
Just that morning, Yugi's dad had announced that Yugi would be a personal servant to some rich, arrogant kid here in LA. Of course this had been the first Yugi's mom had heard the news as well so she immediately became angry. She sent Yugi upstairs to his room as always but it did nothing to prevent the sound.
Sighing Yugi left his room and went downstairs to stop his parents before it became too violent. When he got downstairs he could see the both of them and was momentarily frozen in shock. He heard it before he saw it really. His dad was over his mother and the shocked expression in his blue eyes was one of hatred a few seconds ago and it was quickly returning to the hatred now. His mother was on the floor clutching her cheek, which had a red mark and her red hair was covering her face and her green eyes. Yugi could still see the tears on her cheeks though.
Of all the fights, there was shouting, furniture breaking and even threatening but never once had his dad hit Yugi's mom. Never, it just didn't happen until now. Yugi ran over to his mother who was crying and telling Yugi she was ok, but she clearly was not ok. His mother may have won eight Emmys but she still could not fool her son now.
Yugi's dad came so close he could smell his breath. "Alcohol… that explains it." Yugi's dad was usually abusive when drunk, but that abuse was usually directed towards Yugi. Still, Yugi preferred it be directed towards him instead of his mother. Yugi father raised a hand to hit Yugi but thought of something better. He smiled evilly and pushed Yugi into a wall. His father smirked up at him and then started to beat the hell out of his mother while he watched. Yugi wanted to help her so bad but he was too scared. Scared of making it worse on her, scared of making it worse on him, scared of his dad. Too scared to do anything but stare like the frightened kid he was. And of course when anything like this happened, the help just happened to stay out of the room.
The irony is everyone envied Yugi, with his two movie star parents who were so famous and loved. They envied how they loved each other so much. They didn't know that both Yugi had laser scar removals every Saturday morning and it looked like next time, his mom would be joining him. Yugi remembered once when he asked why she didn't just get rid of his father. She sighed and told him they needed him for reasons he wouldn't understand. All he did for them was give them grief and sorrows.
Yugi hugged himself and cried silently as he watched his mother being attacked, wishing and praying that someone could help him. That someone could help the both of them get away. But of course he knew he was just wasting his time on these thoughts.
AN: OMG really sad chapter I know but the next one is going to be funny! I cannot wait to see how this story goes! Please rate and review!
