Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh or any of the Yu-gi-oh characters.
However, I did make up Joseph, the Millennium Heartpeice, and the Dragon
Rider card. Also, Seto's past is of my own version as well as Yami Bakura's
and Yugioh's.
Warning: Boy x Boy relationships. Pairings are Yugi/????, Yami/????, Joey/??????, and
Y. Bakura/??????
Ok, so I practically got no feedback so far on my story. Thanks to the people who did review and I'm sorry that some of you don't like Seto. You might not want to read this because this whole fic is about him, Yugi, and the rest of the gang getting pulled into another world. This is the last chapter dedicated to Seto's memories as we'll return to the present and the story. I'm sorry as well if the rating doesn't match to well, but there is some bad scenes, which I probably suck when it comes to writing them, and later on things might drop to a PG or PG-13 rating.
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Memories…
Ok…It's sometimes hard to think about how I became this person but it might all have started when my mother and father died and left my little brother and me alone. I had refused to let anyone adopt him or me unless they adopted us both. Whatever was going to happen, I wouldn't let are family be split up any more then it already was. Family…would Mokuba be considered my family? This isn't the time to think about that. Finally someone did adopt us both, Gozubora Kaiba. Damnit! Why did I agree to let him adopt us! That bastard wasn't human, he was a demon from hell!
He did nothing but beat on me, never on Mokuba because I made sure he couldn't. When he wasn't beating me he was making me learn how to do his job. I hated that man for the things he'd do to me. I never let Mokuba know about the really bad stuff, cause I didn't want him to be sad for me. It wasn't always so bad, because Yugioh would be there for me. He couldn't stop Gozubora, but he could make me feel better and wipe away my tears. I also had my friends at school. They would take me out to the mall and cinema. They never had any money, but I didn't mind paying for it. Hey…they were my friends, right?
One of the worst things that Gozubora did was get drunk. One night he came home drunk and angry. I forced Mokuba to hide and I let Gozubora throw punch after punch on me. I forced myself to remain standing, protecting the door to the room Mokuba was hiding in. He thought this was funny and stabbed me with a pair of scissors from my backpack. I bit back the scream as I felt warm blood pour out of the wound soaking my shirt. As the warm liquid seeped out he grabbed me by my hair and threw me against the wall, putting a good dent into it. He them stood over me licking his lips and looking at me in a way that scared me many times before. He laughed and called me a weakling, then he kicked me hard in the stomach which caused my wound to bleed more. I struggled to stand up. He could take away my fun, my pride, my life, but I wouldn't let him take my innocence away without a fight.
He grunted at me and left the house, probably to get drunker then he already was. If we were lucky, he would get into a car accident and die. I told Mokuba to not come out until I said it was ok. I told him I'd make sure Gozubora was gone. This was just a lie. While Mokuba waited I stripped off my bloodied shirt and threw it out the window. I then took a washcloth and cleaned the blood off, relieved to see the wound had stopped bleeding. We didn't have any bandages so I put on a clean black shirt and told Mokuba it was alright. I had done this sort of thing many times before. Mokuba didn't need to know about my injury or about the way Gozubora looked at me.
Mokuba smiled meekly at me and I could tell he had been crying. "Don't cry little brother, it's over. I'll go down stairs and make you some dinner." I left him there and headed towards the stairs, but I never made it down. About the third step down I was overcome with weakness and collapsed. I heard Mokuba yell and felt his little arms wrap around my waist and drag me to my bedroom. He then pulled me into my bed and shook me, tears clearly in his eyes. "Mokuba, listen, get the first aid kit and one of my clean white shirts ok." Mokuba nodded and did what I told him. With my instructions he took my shirt off and cleaned the wound with peroxide. Then he tore my white shirt into long strips which I had him use as bandages.
After that was done, he glared at me and questioned my silence. I told him that I didn't think it was that bad and I didn't want to upset him anymore then he already was. He crawled into bed and we cuddled up together, glad that the other was ok. Mokuba drifted off to sleep and as I closed my eyes I saw Yugioh standing in front of me, relief clear on his face. I smiled at him and let sleep overtake me.
I always keep things from my brother. Even to this day, I have yet to tell my brother what Gozubora really wants from me. I never listen to him either. Maybe I should have listened when he told me my friends were just using me. I didn't though, I guess I didn't want to believe that. They were the only other family I had and I trusted them with my life. Everything in my life changed on one rainy day.
I was walking home from school, when I heard footsteps behind me. I ignored them at first but when they wouldn't stop I jogged a little then stopped. The footsteps sounded like they jogged then the footsteps stopped. I grew really scared and took off in a run. I ran half way home and at a stoplight I looked back to see if the footsteps were still following me. I wasn't looking were I was going and ran right into a larger form. When I looked to see who it was I was relieved to see it was my best friend David. "Someone's following me David!" I grabbed onto his arm for comfort. Laughing behind me caused me to look back and I saw my other friends all running up to us. I felt a whole lot better with them all there, but I started getting a little frightened when they smirked at me and David pulled his arm away.
What happened after that went so fast it's hard for me to remember exactly what happened. One minute I was surrounded by my friends and the next I was on the ground being kicked, beaten, cut, and bruised. I instinctively curled up to protect my stomach and neck as the rain of blows continued until I could no longer remained curled up. Finally, what seemed like forever, they stopped and walked away, leaving me bleeding and to bruised to pull myself up. As I laid there, I couldn't understand why my friends had done this. What more, I couldn't see why no one stopped to help me. I know they could see me but the people just walked by, some shaking their heads and the other ones pointing at me and whispering to there companions.
Hours passed and no one came. This hurt me really bad but what tore at me the most was that Yugioh wasn't there. He had always been there before. Had he abandoned me too? I could feel every drop of precious life leave me and as my world slipped into darkness, I thought I could hear someone screaming my name.
When I woke up the first thing I thought was I was dead and in heaven. Everything was white and a soft humming was in my ears. "Big brother?" I painfully moved my head to look over at my brother sitting next to me in a chair. I then knew that I was alive and this must be a hospital of some sort. "Big brother, you're alright. I found you lying in the streets and called an ambulance. You've been in a comma for five months and the doctor said you had lost so much blood that it'll be a miracle if you live." He was crying, my little brother. He looked like he hadn't left that spot and I didn't put it past him to do that.
I wanted to say I was alright. I wanted to tell him not to cry but all I could do was cry. My friends had stabbed me in the back. All of them, even Yugioh. They had beat me and left me to die. Why? What had I ever done to them? I cried all the tears I had held back inside of me. My brother crawled up next to me and we cried together. When I finally spoke, the only words I said to my brother were, "Mokuba, you're all I have now and all I'll ever have. I'll never make another friend again and I'll never be nice to anyone again. Only you, you're the only person I can trust." To this day, I've held fast to that promise. I have no friends, Gozubora long since disappeared, everyone hates me, I'm never nice to anyone, and Mokuba is the only one I smile to. I've yet to find my gold bracelet, it had disappeared along with my trust in humans and I hated Yugioh so much that I convinced myself that he had lied about the heart of the cards so as to get me more hurt by bullies. I haven't told Mokuba that it was my friends who had beaten me. I told the doctor it had been some street-wise punks looking for money.
That's it! That's why I'm the way I am! That must be the reason I hate Yugi and his friends. Yugi looking so much like Yugioh, the traitor. Tea is always preaching about friendship and compassion, I'd just like to see her get stabbed in the back by her friends and then see how much she'll preach about love. Joey is so plain pathetic, the way he acts reminds me of fifty percent of all the bullies who had hurt me. Triston just has that hair. Bakura, well, I don't know him enough to tell what I don't like about him. He's probably the only one I could get along with, since he's dealt with abuse as well. That is could get along if I wanted to, but I hate them all. I hate Yugi even more for freeing my mind from that demon Kaiba and trying to be my friend. Trying to be my friend! I never break a promise and I'm not going to start now. He'll just use me and dump me like all the others. I don't care if he saved my life. It's not like I like him or anything either. Sure I feel strange, sort of shy when I'm around him now a days, but I refuse to believe I even like him a little bit!! Damn him, Damn him, Damn him!!!!
Reality…
Seto's alarm clock started ringing and he realized that he had been so busy thinking about his past that he hadn't gotten any sleep that night. He pulled himself out of bed and ignored his protesting body as he crawled into a hot shower. Squirting out some shampoo he washed the sweat and grease out of his hair and closed his eyes trying to relax and pull himself together. Tomorrow was his birthday and he had yet to find a place to send Mokuba off to before Gozubora kept his promise and returned to get what he wanted from Seto on his sixteenth birthday. That was what the note had said that he had left Seto before the bastard disappeared three years ago. So much had been happening lately the Seto had completely forgotten about it and he knew that he would have to face the old man. He just didn't want Mokuba to be there. Seto couldn't struggle no more. He was so tired of Gozubora's threats and he didn't want Mokuba to be hurt anymore. He had to kill the man or lose what little of his childhood he had left. He wouldn't tell Mokuba of course and he defiantly wouldn't tell Yugi, the "Brady bunch," and/or their pet dog, Joey. "Might as well get it all over with, but like I said, I won't give in without a fight…"
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AnimeFan: o.O That was either really good or it was really bad. I so need to work on the bloody scenes more, I'm a disgrace to all sad and disturbing scenes out there. Lol. Well, so far I got the important things down. First of all, I'll make it clear that this is not a Seto/Mokuba pic and the thought sickens me but believe it or not, there are some pics out there where strange people have made these two a couple. Seto will have no more memories but you will hear more on certain things as other characters remember a few things. Probably just a paragraph worth so don't have a heart attack. R&R are welcomed and I don't mind criticism, suggestions, or advice. All the more to help me in my fanfic writing. ^-^ All these memories are my creation though some like the "I won't be adopted unless they adopt us both" thing are from the television series. The friends stabbing Seto in the back was my strange mind trying to think of why he refuses friendship so much. I had to put the comment about Triston's hair, it looks like he put ten gallons of hairspray on it and it…well…it's just plain scary. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to throw putty at the TV screne, yelling die every time Pegasus shows his ugly face! Has anyone noticed that guy is always drinking wine!!! @_@
Warning: Boy x Boy relationships. Pairings are Yugi/????, Yami/????, Joey/??????, and
Y. Bakura/??????
Ok, so I practically got no feedback so far on my story. Thanks to the people who did review and I'm sorry that some of you don't like Seto. You might not want to read this because this whole fic is about him, Yugi, and the rest of the gang getting pulled into another world. This is the last chapter dedicated to Seto's memories as we'll return to the present and the story. I'm sorry as well if the rating doesn't match to well, but there is some bad scenes, which I probably suck when it comes to writing them, and later on things might drop to a PG or PG-13 rating.
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Memories…
Ok…It's sometimes hard to think about how I became this person but it might all have started when my mother and father died and left my little brother and me alone. I had refused to let anyone adopt him or me unless they adopted us both. Whatever was going to happen, I wouldn't let are family be split up any more then it already was. Family…would Mokuba be considered my family? This isn't the time to think about that. Finally someone did adopt us both, Gozubora Kaiba. Damnit! Why did I agree to let him adopt us! That bastard wasn't human, he was a demon from hell!
He did nothing but beat on me, never on Mokuba because I made sure he couldn't. When he wasn't beating me he was making me learn how to do his job. I hated that man for the things he'd do to me. I never let Mokuba know about the really bad stuff, cause I didn't want him to be sad for me. It wasn't always so bad, because Yugioh would be there for me. He couldn't stop Gozubora, but he could make me feel better and wipe away my tears. I also had my friends at school. They would take me out to the mall and cinema. They never had any money, but I didn't mind paying for it. Hey…they were my friends, right?
One of the worst things that Gozubora did was get drunk. One night he came home drunk and angry. I forced Mokuba to hide and I let Gozubora throw punch after punch on me. I forced myself to remain standing, protecting the door to the room Mokuba was hiding in. He thought this was funny and stabbed me with a pair of scissors from my backpack. I bit back the scream as I felt warm blood pour out of the wound soaking my shirt. As the warm liquid seeped out he grabbed me by my hair and threw me against the wall, putting a good dent into it. He them stood over me licking his lips and looking at me in a way that scared me many times before. He laughed and called me a weakling, then he kicked me hard in the stomach which caused my wound to bleed more. I struggled to stand up. He could take away my fun, my pride, my life, but I wouldn't let him take my innocence away without a fight.
He grunted at me and left the house, probably to get drunker then he already was. If we were lucky, he would get into a car accident and die. I told Mokuba to not come out until I said it was ok. I told him I'd make sure Gozubora was gone. This was just a lie. While Mokuba waited I stripped off my bloodied shirt and threw it out the window. I then took a washcloth and cleaned the blood off, relieved to see the wound had stopped bleeding. We didn't have any bandages so I put on a clean black shirt and told Mokuba it was alright. I had done this sort of thing many times before. Mokuba didn't need to know about my injury or about the way Gozubora looked at me.
Mokuba smiled meekly at me and I could tell he had been crying. "Don't cry little brother, it's over. I'll go down stairs and make you some dinner." I left him there and headed towards the stairs, but I never made it down. About the third step down I was overcome with weakness and collapsed. I heard Mokuba yell and felt his little arms wrap around my waist and drag me to my bedroom. He then pulled me into my bed and shook me, tears clearly in his eyes. "Mokuba, listen, get the first aid kit and one of my clean white shirts ok." Mokuba nodded and did what I told him. With my instructions he took my shirt off and cleaned the wound with peroxide. Then he tore my white shirt into long strips which I had him use as bandages.
After that was done, he glared at me and questioned my silence. I told him that I didn't think it was that bad and I didn't want to upset him anymore then he already was. He crawled into bed and we cuddled up together, glad that the other was ok. Mokuba drifted off to sleep and as I closed my eyes I saw Yugioh standing in front of me, relief clear on his face. I smiled at him and let sleep overtake me.
I always keep things from my brother. Even to this day, I have yet to tell my brother what Gozubora really wants from me. I never listen to him either. Maybe I should have listened when he told me my friends were just using me. I didn't though, I guess I didn't want to believe that. They were the only other family I had and I trusted them with my life. Everything in my life changed on one rainy day.
I was walking home from school, when I heard footsteps behind me. I ignored them at first but when they wouldn't stop I jogged a little then stopped. The footsteps sounded like they jogged then the footsteps stopped. I grew really scared and took off in a run. I ran half way home and at a stoplight I looked back to see if the footsteps were still following me. I wasn't looking were I was going and ran right into a larger form. When I looked to see who it was I was relieved to see it was my best friend David. "Someone's following me David!" I grabbed onto his arm for comfort. Laughing behind me caused me to look back and I saw my other friends all running up to us. I felt a whole lot better with them all there, but I started getting a little frightened when they smirked at me and David pulled his arm away.
What happened after that went so fast it's hard for me to remember exactly what happened. One minute I was surrounded by my friends and the next I was on the ground being kicked, beaten, cut, and bruised. I instinctively curled up to protect my stomach and neck as the rain of blows continued until I could no longer remained curled up. Finally, what seemed like forever, they stopped and walked away, leaving me bleeding and to bruised to pull myself up. As I laid there, I couldn't understand why my friends had done this. What more, I couldn't see why no one stopped to help me. I know they could see me but the people just walked by, some shaking their heads and the other ones pointing at me and whispering to there companions.
Hours passed and no one came. This hurt me really bad but what tore at me the most was that Yugioh wasn't there. He had always been there before. Had he abandoned me too? I could feel every drop of precious life leave me and as my world slipped into darkness, I thought I could hear someone screaming my name.
When I woke up the first thing I thought was I was dead and in heaven. Everything was white and a soft humming was in my ears. "Big brother?" I painfully moved my head to look over at my brother sitting next to me in a chair. I then knew that I was alive and this must be a hospital of some sort. "Big brother, you're alright. I found you lying in the streets and called an ambulance. You've been in a comma for five months and the doctor said you had lost so much blood that it'll be a miracle if you live." He was crying, my little brother. He looked like he hadn't left that spot and I didn't put it past him to do that.
I wanted to say I was alright. I wanted to tell him not to cry but all I could do was cry. My friends had stabbed me in the back. All of them, even Yugioh. They had beat me and left me to die. Why? What had I ever done to them? I cried all the tears I had held back inside of me. My brother crawled up next to me and we cried together. When I finally spoke, the only words I said to my brother were, "Mokuba, you're all I have now and all I'll ever have. I'll never make another friend again and I'll never be nice to anyone again. Only you, you're the only person I can trust." To this day, I've held fast to that promise. I have no friends, Gozubora long since disappeared, everyone hates me, I'm never nice to anyone, and Mokuba is the only one I smile to. I've yet to find my gold bracelet, it had disappeared along with my trust in humans and I hated Yugioh so much that I convinced myself that he had lied about the heart of the cards so as to get me more hurt by bullies. I haven't told Mokuba that it was my friends who had beaten me. I told the doctor it had been some street-wise punks looking for money.
That's it! That's why I'm the way I am! That must be the reason I hate Yugi and his friends. Yugi looking so much like Yugioh, the traitor. Tea is always preaching about friendship and compassion, I'd just like to see her get stabbed in the back by her friends and then see how much she'll preach about love. Joey is so plain pathetic, the way he acts reminds me of fifty percent of all the bullies who had hurt me. Triston just has that hair. Bakura, well, I don't know him enough to tell what I don't like about him. He's probably the only one I could get along with, since he's dealt with abuse as well. That is could get along if I wanted to, but I hate them all. I hate Yugi even more for freeing my mind from that demon Kaiba and trying to be my friend. Trying to be my friend! I never break a promise and I'm not going to start now. He'll just use me and dump me like all the others. I don't care if he saved my life. It's not like I like him or anything either. Sure I feel strange, sort of shy when I'm around him now a days, but I refuse to believe I even like him a little bit!! Damn him, Damn him, Damn him!!!!
Reality…
Seto's alarm clock started ringing and he realized that he had been so busy thinking about his past that he hadn't gotten any sleep that night. He pulled himself out of bed and ignored his protesting body as he crawled into a hot shower. Squirting out some shampoo he washed the sweat and grease out of his hair and closed his eyes trying to relax and pull himself together. Tomorrow was his birthday and he had yet to find a place to send Mokuba off to before Gozubora kept his promise and returned to get what he wanted from Seto on his sixteenth birthday. That was what the note had said that he had left Seto before the bastard disappeared three years ago. So much had been happening lately the Seto had completely forgotten about it and he knew that he would have to face the old man. He just didn't want Mokuba to be there. Seto couldn't struggle no more. He was so tired of Gozubora's threats and he didn't want Mokuba to be hurt anymore. He had to kill the man or lose what little of his childhood he had left. He wouldn't tell Mokuba of course and he defiantly wouldn't tell Yugi, the "Brady bunch," and/or their pet dog, Joey. "Might as well get it all over with, but like I said, I won't give in without a fight…"
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AnimeFan: o.O That was either really good or it was really bad. I so need to work on the bloody scenes more, I'm a disgrace to all sad and disturbing scenes out there. Lol. Well, so far I got the important things down. First of all, I'll make it clear that this is not a Seto/Mokuba pic and the thought sickens me but believe it or not, there are some pics out there where strange people have made these two a couple. Seto will have no more memories but you will hear more on certain things as other characters remember a few things. Probably just a paragraph worth so don't have a heart attack. R&R are welcomed and I don't mind criticism, suggestions, or advice. All the more to help me in my fanfic writing. ^-^ All these memories are my creation though some like the "I won't be adopted unless they adopt us both" thing are from the television series. The friends stabbing Seto in the back was my strange mind trying to think of why he refuses friendship so much. I had to put the comment about Triston's hair, it looks like he put ten gallons of hairspray on it and it…well…it's just plain scary. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to throw putty at the TV screne, yelling die every time Pegasus shows his ugly face! Has anyone noticed that guy is always drinking wine!!! @_@