Hello! So it looks like you want this story after all i'm surprised. Sorry about the shortness but i write untill i can't think of anything else to put in the chapter or i just find a place to stop, the reason for the shortness being the former. I would like to give a shout out to Leneo, and guest reviewers Guest and StarGlow for reviewing! It was your kind and motivational words that brought me to writing the next chapter. So this is focusing more on Yugi then anything else but don't worry yami will make his appearance next chapter. You will find that this chapter conflicts with the beging of the last chapter don't worry that will be explained later on in the story. I would like to say that i don't normally update this fast and the only reason i did was because of the amazing reviews i received. So if you want quicker updates Review!
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Cold.
I woke to the biting chill of what was to begin winter. My moth-eaten blanket doing nothing to fight it off. I stretched. My muscles were still tense. It seemed they were stuck that way. Another thing that had engraved itself permanently into my life. Another thing I always seemed to be.
I looked around my room. Taking in the worn out walls. Walls that had, although been damaged by water from rain that seeped through the cracks of the roof, had yet to gain a single mold spore. They we're once blue but dulled and greyed as time wore away at the paint. I'm surprised it hasn't flaked yet. My eyes soon rested on an old desk, equally as worn as the walls. On it sat a single, old, leather-bound, book. A scrape book to be exact. A sad smile crept onto my features as flashes of images rushed before my eyes. I felt my eyes sting and quickly turned my head, biting my lip.
After a moment it passed. I sighed. It had been five years. Five fucking years! I gave a shaky breathe. I had to stop. Before I unraveled.
So I instead directed my thoughts elsewhere. Yami's face flashed into my eyes. Damn! Maybe that's why I was so drawn to the stranger. Because he reminded me of him...
God damnit! Stop it! Stop it now! I brought my hands to my head. I pulled on my hair, ignoring the pain the action brought. I bit my lip harder.
After a few more minutes of sitting waiting for the damn to burst, I got up. I managed a smile. I didn't break down this time. That was good.
My stomach growled. My smile turned into a frown before changing once more, but into a smirk instead. Looks like I'd have to go find me some money or better yet food.
I grabbed my knife and set for the outside. I pulled my jacket closer. That didn't help much. More of a habit now than an actually attempt at keeping in heat.
Hardly anyone was out on the street. Looked like everyone was staying inside. Cowards. I saw a man walking down the sidewalk, heading the opposite direction I was. I smirked. Looks like I would get breakfast after all.
As the man drew closer I realized who it was. My heart sank and instead of robbing him I let him pass He stopped and turned back to look at me. I kept walking. I could feel his gaze on my back. It only brought tears. I couldn't face him. Not after what happened. I walked faster and turned the corner.
If I wasn't running, I was struggling to keep myself together. I was famous around this part of town in a sense. Everyone knew my name and that they should fear me. That if they saw me the should just keep on walking. They all thought me to be cold. Ruthless. Stone-hearted. And I was that or could be. What they didn't know was that I was broken. Shattered. Barely clinging onto what little sanity I had left.
My demons never left me. They always plagued my mind. I kill, I steal. No remorse. No guilt. No regret. But I know that with every life I take I lose part of myself. Now I only wonder. How long? Before I break. Before I become a shell of my former self.
Then I remember Yami. My promise. And for some reason it makes me smile. My thoughts turn toward him. Our talk. His eyes. His face. His voice. I smile wider. I don't stop these thoughts because at the moment I need it.
Water splashing on my nose brings me back to reality. I looked up. I felt another land on my shoulder. Then another came down. And another. And another. And Another. Soon it was pouring. I was drenched and cold. I hadn't noticed through my inner turmoil that I had lent on the brick wall of the alley I turned into or the fact that I slid down its surface and seated myself on the cracked, paved floor. One leg bent the other shooting strait out in front of me.
I looked to the sky once more. The smile didn't leave my face. I sat there for the longest of times. Listening. The rain composed great music. When I got up the sky was darkening. Drenched and hungry I walked back to my home. Not once looking back. Not even to check over my shoulder like I always did. Because looking back only brought pain. I can't afford more than I already have. I gave a shake of my head as my stomach growled. Food would have to wait. I too drained to go out tonight. As I crawled back into the bed I had felt like I had only left a few minutes, not caring if I was wet, I thought of only one thing. How to go about teaching a rookie like Yami how to survive.