Wow. I never pictured myself writing another fic.well, that's life! One
moment, I love writing, and the other, well, uh, I can't commit myself.but
I'm back!
I know many of you enjoyed my previous fic, Blood Lust, but I couldn't
finish it.
Now I wish I still had it. Oh well. A fresh start is always good!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing!!!! I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! All I own are my
own thoughts.
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Now, for my little joke/quote/saying that will come in every chapter.
If life is a waste of time, and time is a waste of life, then let's all get wasted and have the time of our lives!
God made pot. Man made beer. Who do you trust? ~*~
That.was interesting, to say the least. Now, on with the fic!
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Don't Tell
Chapter 1: Stalker
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Sneakers pounded against the cold, cement sidewalk as labored breathing came in ragged interludes. Fear was held in soft violet orbs as the boy looked frantically behind himself. Letting out a gasp of surprise, he tumbled forward, falling in a puddle. Darkness was descending quickly, and the little one had curled into a ball, praying to the Gods that they would not find him. The fates smiled on him at that moment - the bullies had become tired, leaving the hunt for another day.
The boy - he huddled in his puddle (a/n ~ that rhymes! ^_^), shivering violently for what seemed ages. Finally, he rose, his muscles aching in places where he didn't even knew they existed.
\ Oh Kami-sama! What did I ever do to deserve this? What! First, my parents die and I have to move to my Grandpas', and then the bullies at school pick on me! I have no friends, no family, no one.\ He thought sorrowfully \ what's the point of going on? No one will miss me.\ But he knew this was not true - his grandfather would be devastated. Even if it was only for one person, he had a reason to live.
Slowly, he made his way home from the Hell that was the real world.
~*~
The door to the Turtle Game shop swung open; signaled by the soft ring of the bell attached to the door. In entered a sad boy, Yugi Motou. Looks can be deceiving, as in the case of this little angel - while he had the physical appearance of a 13 year old, he was, in reality, 16 years old.
"Yugi, is that you?" Came the voice of his Grandfather, Sogroku Motou (is that how you spell it.?)
"Yes Grandpa." Yugi replied in a dull voice.
"How was your day?" The elder Motou continued joyfully, oblivious to the flat tone in Yugi's voice.
"Fine, just fine." Yugi mumbled, his voice still devoid of any emotion. Thankfully, the conversation ended, and he didn't have to put up with any more crap - well intentioned or not. He reached his room, his sanctuary where he could work in private.
He flopped down on his bed, or rather, mattress, the black comforter rising above him by the impact and settling peacefully by his side once more. For once, he was glad his room was devoid of most colors - black matched his mood.
Black bed, black walls, black curtains, black nightstand with black and silver digital clock, black laptop (newest model of course) and printer on top of a glass desk.
The only color that was there were Yugi's dragons. He collected them - statues, paintings, candleholders, and jewelry - all of the finest quality. And, of course, his lava lamp and blood red love seat.
Yawning, Yugi stretched, squeezing his eyes shut. Sleep would help take away the pain. At least running away from the bullies was improving his mile time, Yugi thought bitterly. Rolling over, he latched on to his black body pillow; his last conscious thought before he fell into a dreamless slumber was that he wished he could have someone, anyone, to be there for him.
As the moonlight filtered through the blinds, the fates smiled upon Yugi. They decided to grant his wish, the same one he had been making for the past 16 years.
~*~
The Next Day.
~*~ Yugi awoke, rubbing the sleep out of his large, amethyst eyes, blinking sleepily at his clock. It was 5:45 am.
He didn't have to be at school for another hour. (a/n :does school start that early in Japan? Well, it does now!)
Rolling out of bed, he stumbled into the shower before his Jii-san woke up. He let out a Yelp when the cold water hit his skin - warm water made him sleepy. Sighing, he turned on the hot water, now fully awake. Five minutes later, he emerged, clad only in a fluffy, white towel. (a/n: ^_______________^ )
Gods, he hated school. Listening to the teachers drone on and on about the most trivial things that he already knew. It was too easy - he did practically nothing in class and still got A's. And then were the bullies; Takashi (I'm bad at names.-_-) was the worst -him and his friends. They were who were chasing Yugi down the streets of Domino City.
Groaning at the thought of facing them again, he made his way towards his closet. \ What to wear today?\ He thought, slightly sarcastic. There were uniforms at his school, but Yugi didn't really care - nobody noticed him anyway, there would be no trouble. Sighing, he picked out a black leather tank top with buckles running down the front. Down his sides the leather was not black, but a cream color instead. Around his neck was the traditional belt collar, and the same around his wrists. Around his arm, he wore a gold dragon armband. To finish the amusable, he wore black leather pants and black boots. Of course, he wore his Domino High jacket - to avoid detention. Jackets were mandatory.
He looked over at the clock again - 6:20. Taking his time, he went down stairs, had a piece of toast, and left at 6:30.
\Great. Another *wonderful* day at school. \
~*~
Unbeknownst to Yugi, a pair of crimson eyes was watching him from above. They narrowed to a slit, carefully watching the little figure make its way down the street.
It had been watching Yugi for quite some while - waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and take his prey. For the creature that was slowly walking away form It enticed the creature. For you see, Yugi had one quality that let him stand out from any other mortal, any other prey that It hunted. For little Yugi was a mirror image of the creature of Darkness himself. And he would have him.
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So.how did you like my fic? Please R & R! It would mean sooooo much to me! And, uh, constructive criticism would be appreciated. Also, give me ideas - I dunno what to write! Help me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If life is a waste of time, and time is a waste of life, then let's all get wasted and have the time of our lives!
God made pot. Man made beer. Who do you trust? ~*~
That.was interesting, to say the least. Now, on with the fic!
~*~
\ blah \ - thoughts
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Don't Tell
Chapter 1: Stalker
~*~
Sneakers pounded against the cold, cement sidewalk as labored breathing came in ragged interludes. Fear was held in soft violet orbs as the boy looked frantically behind himself. Letting out a gasp of surprise, he tumbled forward, falling in a puddle. Darkness was descending quickly, and the little one had curled into a ball, praying to the Gods that they would not find him. The fates smiled on him at that moment - the bullies had become tired, leaving the hunt for another day.
The boy - he huddled in his puddle (a/n ~ that rhymes! ^_^), shivering violently for what seemed ages. Finally, he rose, his muscles aching in places where he didn't even knew they existed.
\ Oh Kami-sama! What did I ever do to deserve this? What! First, my parents die and I have to move to my Grandpas', and then the bullies at school pick on me! I have no friends, no family, no one.\ He thought sorrowfully \ what's the point of going on? No one will miss me.\ But he knew this was not true - his grandfather would be devastated. Even if it was only for one person, he had a reason to live.
Slowly, he made his way home from the Hell that was the real world.
~*~
The door to the Turtle Game shop swung open; signaled by the soft ring of the bell attached to the door. In entered a sad boy, Yugi Motou. Looks can be deceiving, as in the case of this little angel - while he had the physical appearance of a 13 year old, he was, in reality, 16 years old.
"Yugi, is that you?" Came the voice of his Grandfather, Sogroku Motou (is that how you spell it.?)
"Yes Grandpa." Yugi replied in a dull voice.
"How was your day?" The elder Motou continued joyfully, oblivious to the flat tone in Yugi's voice.
"Fine, just fine." Yugi mumbled, his voice still devoid of any emotion. Thankfully, the conversation ended, and he didn't have to put up with any more crap - well intentioned or not. He reached his room, his sanctuary where he could work in private.
He flopped down on his bed, or rather, mattress, the black comforter rising above him by the impact and settling peacefully by his side once more. For once, he was glad his room was devoid of most colors - black matched his mood.
Black bed, black walls, black curtains, black nightstand with black and silver digital clock, black laptop (newest model of course) and printer on top of a glass desk.
The only color that was there were Yugi's dragons. He collected them - statues, paintings, candleholders, and jewelry - all of the finest quality. And, of course, his lava lamp and blood red love seat.
Yawning, Yugi stretched, squeezing his eyes shut. Sleep would help take away the pain. At least running away from the bullies was improving his mile time, Yugi thought bitterly. Rolling over, he latched on to his black body pillow; his last conscious thought before he fell into a dreamless slumber was that he wished he could have someone, anyone, to be there for him.
As the moonlight filtered through the blinds, the fates smiled upon Yugi. They decided to grant his wish, the same one he had been making for the past 16 years.
~*~
The Next Day.
~*~ Yugi awoke, rubbing the sleep out of his large, amethyst eyes, blinking sleepily at his clock. It was 5:45 am.
He didn't have to be at school for another hour. (a/n :does school start that early in Japan? Well, it does now!)
Rolling out of bed, he stumbled into the shower before his Jii-san woke up. He let out a Yelp when the cold water hit his skin - warm water made him sleepy. Sighing, he turned on the hot water, now fully awake. Five minutes later, he emerged, clad only in a fluffy, white towel. (a/n: ^_______________^ )
Gods, he hated school. Listening to the teachers drone on and on about the most trivial things that he already knew. It was too easy - he did practically nothing in class and still got A's. And then were the bullies; Takashi (I'm bad at names.-_-) was the worst -him and his friends. They were who were chasing Yugi down the streets of Domino City.
Groaning at the thought of facing them again, he made his way towards his closet. \ What to wear today?\ He thought, slightly sarcastic. There were uniforms at his school, but Yugi didn't really care - nobody noticed him anyway, there would be no trouble. Sighing, he picked out a black leather tank top with buckles running down the front. Down his sides the leather was not black, but a cream color instead. Around his neck was the traditional belt collar, and the same around his wrists. Around his arm, he wore a gold dragon armband. To finish the amusable, he wore black leather pants and black boots. Of course, he wore his Domino High jacket - to avoid detention. Jackets were mandatory.
He looked over at the clock again - 6:20. Taking his time, he went down stairs, had a piece of toast, and left at 6:30.
\Great. Another *wonderful* day at school. \
~*~
Unbeknownst to Yugi, a pair of crimson eyes was watching him from above. They narrowed to a slit, carefully watching the little figure make its way down the street.
It had been watching Yugi for quite some while - waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and take his prey. For the creature that was slowly walking away form It enticed the creature. For you see, Yugi had one quality that let him stand out from any other mortal, any other prey that It hunted. For little Yugi was a mirror image of the creature of Darkness himself. And he would have him.
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So.how did you like my fic? Please R & R! It would mean sooooo much to me! And, uh, constructive criticism would be appreciated. Also, give me ideas - I dunno what to write! Help me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!