Blue Tears
Chapter Two— Where is home?
A young tri-colored haired boy sighed as he sat at the foot of the stone steps leading into a large oatmeal colored building that looked quiet fancy.
It was odd to the young boy though.
They make it look nice and happy... but once inside, you go straight to hell. Thought the young boy. His hair was tri colored, consisting of red, black and goldenrod. Goldenrod bangs framed his small face as three of them went up his black hair like lightning bolts, red tipping and outlining the black.
His eyes were circular/squarish, giving a hint of child-innocence. His ivory colored hands played with the hem of his dark green jean jacket(A/N: dare you to say that five times fast!) as some kids played.
"Yami! Come 'n play wid us!" called one of the little kids.
Yami just shook his head and rested his chin in his palms and placed his elbows on his blue jean covered knees.
The sun over head was as bright as it could be as it tried its best to penetrate the thick layer of dark grey clouds. Yami's crimson read us watched them as they slowly, but surely, moved along. For five years he had stayed at Domino Orphanage, or as he called it, Hell.
A young woman of thirteen came out of the large brick colored building. Her skin was ivory like his own, her hair long and dark red. Her eyes were crystal clear white. She smiled down at Yami, she bent down, hands on her knees. "Yami-kun, there is a man here ready for adoption. He is looking for a ten-year-old. Why don't you come along?" she asked in a honey smooth voice.
Yami looked at her for a long moment, then at the sky before nodding. "Okay."
She smiled and stood up, dusting off her blue and white dress. She reached out her slender hand to him and helped him stand up, then led him to the main room of the Orphanage. There, six other ten-year-olds stood in a row, hands behind their backs, staring up in awe at the tall brunet haired man.
"This is all of them." said the girl as she stood next to the man, hands on Yami's shoulders.
—Seto's POV—
I looked over the six children. All of them were ten, and all were boys. I snorted at the girl and glared at the small child in front of her before looking over the children.
Two were twins, both heads full of curly red hair and freckles. Lost of freckles.
Those two are out.
The next one was a very chubby kid. His shirt was filled with spots of food droppings. I made a face of disgust. Definitely out.
The last three were triplets. Asian looking, their hair was short and pure black. Pfft. How am I going to pass either of them off as my son?
I glanced over at the boy still in front of the girl. He was slender, dressed in jeans, a black shirt, and dark green jean jacket, lastly he had black and white tennis shoes and a gold chain around his neck that tucked into his shirt.
I knelt down in front of him. His hair was three different colors: red, black, and golden rod. It stood up in spikes, three of his golden rod bangs shot up his black and red tipped hair while four of the gold bangs framed his face. His eyes were squarish/circles, colored a crimson blood red. For some reason, I felt attached to him.
I stood up. "I'll take him." he muttered.
The girl looked excited and smiled cheerfully at me. "Great! Let me get your paper work!" she said as she walked off. The six other children scoffed and walked off.
"Go get your stuff kid."
He stayed right where he was.
I raised an eyebrow. "I told you-"
"My name isn't 'kid'. It is Yami Atemu. And I don't have any stuff." he muttered, looking down at his shoes.
I stared at him. For a long moment I pitied him. At least when me and Mokuba, my younger brother, where in an orphanage, we had something.
"Here you go Mr. Kaiba," she said and handed me a folder. "You just need to sign it. Here and here."She handed me a black ball-point pen and I quickly signed the paper.
She knelt down next to 'Yami' and rested her hands on his shoulders. "You be good for you new father, okay?"
Yami nodded.
She smiled and hugged him quickly. "I'll be coming by at least once or twice a month, Mr. Kaiba." she said as she looked up at me. "I don't want to find him being abused." she glared at me darkly. "Understood?"
I just nodded, not looking fazed at all. "Come along Yami." I said as I led him out.
Me and Yami walked outside and I found my limo had attracted some kids. They all looked in awe at it.
Dear Lord, help me now.
Yami and I sat in silence as we waited for my limo driver to drop us off at my mansion. I took several glaces at 'Yami'. He did nothing. He stay their, hands cupped together, and head looking down.
Becoming bored of the silence, I decided to get to know Yami a bit better. "Tell me, why were you in the orphanage?"
Yami looked up at me. "I was taken away." he said in a silence tone.
"Why?"
"I had no mommy or daddy."
A pang of pity hit me again. "How come?"
Yami looked down at his hands again. "My uncle killed them."
My eyes grew wide for a moment as a stared at Yami... "Did you see it happen?"
Yami nodded.
Damn.. I thought. Ten years old and he already saw murder?
I sighed as we came up to the Mansion. I helped Yami out of the limo and led him into my bathroom. There, I started up the shower and looked over at Yami. "Take a shower, I'm going to the store to buy you some cloths." I said in my normal commanding voice.
"Yes sir." Yami said.
I walked out of the bathroom and into my large walk in closet that joins my bedroom with the bathroom. I picked out some loose sweat pants and a baggy sweatshirt with a hood. A snatched up some large sunglasses and change.
I walked into Domino Super-Store as they called themselves. I walked calmly like all the other people, hoping I wouldn't draw any attention. The last thing I wanted was the press coming up to me.
I slid over to the little boy's cloths and quickly picked out three pairs of jeans, one pair of black slacks, three graphic T-shirts, a white tuxedo shirt, a cap, and a tie. Lastly I got boxers, undershirts, and socks, before a bought them and left as quickly as I could.
Yami's POV—
As soon as Kaiba left, I quickly undressed and got into the shower. I stared up at the different bottles before I thought... Holy Crap! Which do I use?
I continued to stare wide eyed at the bottles before I picked up a black on the small shelf with the bottles. '2 in one shampoo and conditioner' it read. I shrugged and opened it and squeezed some of the silky and shiny white liquid.
Sighing, I started to wash up.
I opened the bathroom door just a little, expecting to see an adult come over to me and shove me back into the bathroom and say that I'm not allowed to come down until my new 'parents' say I can or when someone comes and drags me out of the bathroom.
I can't really blame them. Who wants a strange kid wandering around their house?
I heard a door open and quickly shut the bathroom door, bracing my back against it. A heard a few bags fall onto the bathroom floor the bedroom and heard a few shuffles before the golden knob turned and wiggled.
Taking a few steps forward, I saw that man again. He was scowling. Maybe I was supposed to go somewhere after finishing my bath? I blinked at him. His icy cold blue eyes piercing into me.
I narrowed my eyes at him as we stood their, glaring at each other, not once flinching, breaths soft and silent. Neither of us were backing down anytime soon.
I don't know how long it was. Maybe five or ten minutes, but we just kept glaring at each other before he shook his head, closing his eyes. He handed me a bag. "Get changed." he muttered before exiting out of the bathroom, leaving me with the white Domino Super-Store bag.
I raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
Better then a towel.
Seto's POV:
I glared at the wall, pale blue it was. I heard shuffling in the bathroom as Yami got dressed, tapping my foot in annoyance. How long does it take to get dressed?
I frowned as I heard the bathroom door open, my blue eyes glancing to my left as Yami walked into my room.
He stared at me with his crimson red eyes. Emotionless face as it was.
I looked at him. He was wearing dark jeans and a black t-shirt with some black and white sneakers, black and white cap on his head, his spikes sticking out from under the hat.
"Hungry?" I asked solemnly.
He blinked at me like if it surprised him I asked. He just shrugged, eyes slipping to the floor as he dug his small hands into his pockets.
"Hn." he murmured.
I shook my head slightly, eyes closed. For a minute, I tried to think of what I should do next. I stood up, making Yami jump back a few steps. I raised an eyebrow at him, my blue eyes scanning him. "What is up with you?"
Yami just shook his head at me and shrugged.
I glared at him for a few moments before I decided I was hungry too. "Lets get eat something." I muttered, walking out of my room, Yami close behind.
BE Dragon: And there is the chapter! Rather short. Sorry. But the next one will be longer, promise! Review please! Next Chapter... Dinner Horror!