AN: This is a total AU fic. I didn't really change their personalities...
just their lives. If this is confusing please tell me and I'll explain. A
recap of this chappie will be below!
Disclaimer: I. Do. Not. Own. Connection Terminated
All-around Warnings: Shonen-ai, Shoujo-ai, boy-love, girl-love, boy-boy, girl-girl, Yaoi, Yuri. I think that's all the terms...lol. In other word there will be YAOI and YURI. Angst, Dark Themes.
Chapter Warnings: Mental Illnesses, hints of Molestation, VERY innocent and confused Yugi and mournful Seto.
Couples: (In order of Importance [may change]) Seto/Jou, Yugi/Yami, Bakura/Ryou, Marik/Malik, Anzu/Mai.
It's different from normal... trust me.
Onward!
~*~*~
My World.
~*~
Name: Kaiba, Seto
Country of Origin: Japan
Nationality: Japanese
Birthplace: Unknown
Age: 17
Birthday: December, 16
Skills/Abilities/Dysfunctions: Touch Sensitivity
Relations: Younger Brother (Kaiba, Mokuba); Mental Illness
Distinctive Clothing Feature: Gloves; no skin showing except for face
Test Results: 51% and running
~*~*~
Subject: Seto Kaiba
I ran down the street with my little brother trailing behind. He was muttering incoherently behind me, I could only catch bits but it sounded like he was worried about someone _always_ watching. Mokuba always had small panic attacks; at first I thought it was a small case of paranoia from our past adventures. But then I found out it was something different.
I risked slowing down for a second. Letting go of Mokuba's hand, I wrenched on a pair of gloves. The pictures and emotions even subdued were too much for me to handle right now. Grabbing my little brother's hand again we took off, him trailing me like a drunk... still muttering.
I knew his little panic attacks had been more when I realized I could touch him without absorbing memories and emotions. At first I was overjoyed! I could finally touch someone again after so long. But for that little bit of happiness there was a price, my brother developed a rare disease that is to horrible for a name. It puts him up a different plateau of mind, to high for my touch to reach. But I was getting there; recently I could see his nightmares when I touched him. Little pictures that swirled around and wouldn't go away unless I got them forced out.
The pictures were of a different variety everyday, they got stronger and stronger until soon I knew they would be too clear to bear. I would never be able to touch _anyone_ again.
Revealing in a clear mind of my own thoughts once again I remembered the diagnostic for my brother.
"I'm sorry son; your brother cannot be reached. He's being forced to act, like his mind is being separated. His emotions are dwindling and in a few years he won't even be human."
On that day I cried, cold emotionless me broke down. The worst shock was when I tore of my gloves and touched his face.
Nothing.
I touched his skin and I felt no emotions, no memories. For the first time in my life I could feel skin that wasn't my own... but I still cried. I couldn't be happy. I couldn't. My once loving happy go lucky friend and brother was dead.
That day I realized emotions were foolish... since I had no friends once again.
I checked around the corner before running off again. I couldn't have anyone see me. I didn't need people who think they know what's best for me asking stupid questions. 'What are two young boys like you doing out in the middle of a school day?' They probably would notice that the youngest of the pair was out of commission and the older was wearing tons of layers, even though it was hot out. It was like who wears gloves in summer? I did. It was my curse and I had to live with it.
You're probably asking why are you running? Shouldn't we be at school or even home? Stupid questions deserve easy answers. Number One: To put it simple I am smarter than everyone, so I don't need school. Number Two: I don't have a home.
What's that you say? My parents? Please you're making me laugh, and I never do. I know nothing about my mother, and with my 'gift' I wouldn't be surprised if I never had one. I was probably born in an experimental lab. Like Frankenstein, just a pawn in someone's plans; that went wrong. My Father was a stupid prick. He abandoned us after he realized we couldn't get any money for him. Heh. Prick.
So there's my life, I have no home, no friends, no family, no love and I cannot touch anyone. But even so my brother has it worst, I love him and all I can do is watch as his soul gets ripped farther and farther away. Soon I know he will only be a doll. A pawn... Like I was and still am.
Now, you're asking where were we staying before? And why are we leaving? Where are we going?
What is this? 20 questions?
We were staying in the basement of our old house. No one came to live their after my father went ballistic, but recently my brother's panic attacks became worse and worse until only when we were 5 miles away from the property that they would stop. And after that, I couldn't take it. I was going to find someone who could save my brother, anyone.
Looking down a flash caught my eye. The sun was glinting off a thin piece of paper; in fact it looked like a card. Picking it up, I noticed the flashing didn't come from the sun, but the picture of the beast on the card. The image was of a dragon that had shocking blue eyes and pale white scales. I stood mesmerized by it, who wouldn't? It was like it was alive. On top it read Blue Eyes, White Dragon. Shaking my head I pocketed it and started off again.
Running past another set of buildings we reached the outskirts. It was time to take a rest. Looking at Mokuba I gave a smirk, "The day that my barriers break and I can finally touch someone again, is the day I fall in love with a golden furred species of dog."
~*~
Mokuba's eyes rolled back as his head lolled to the side. "You don't know how right you are brother..."
~*~*~
Name: Kaiba, Mokuba
Country of Origin: Japan
Nationality: Japanese
Birthplace: Unknown
Age: 11
Birthday: June, 12
Skills/Abilities/Dysfunctions: Mental Illness
Relations: Older Brother (Kaiba, Seto); Touch Sensitivity
Distinctive Clothing Feature: Bandanna, worn around neck
Test Results: 61% and running
Status: Watching...
***~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~***------------------------------------------------------- ----------
Name: Motou, Yugi
Country of Origin: Japan
Nationality: Japanese
Birthplace: Tokyo, Game Shop
Age: 16
Birthday: October, 23
Skills/Abilities/Dysfunctions: Schizophrenia, talks to himself. Seems to have a strange connection with Subject B-2.
Relations: Grandfather (Motou, Sugoroku): Old age, foresight
Distinctive Clothing Feature: Metal chain around neck; no trinkets
Test Results: 76% and running
~*~*~
Subject: Yugi Motou
I heard his voice again, talking in my head. It never really seems like it's addressed to me but I can still seem to ask it questions...still get answers. It's very confusing. All the kids at school look at me like I'm crazy.
But I'm not.
At least I don't think I am. I always get strange memories that aren't my own... strange dreams too. It scares me. My Grandpa always says I have a childish mind and heart. No kidding, since I'm really short.
I go to a physiatrist everyday for my problems. He says that the voices aren't real. But they are. He just doesn't know.
Or understand.
He tells me that he must shelter me from bad things and I should tell him what the voice is saying, but I don't. It's my friend and I'm not giving away its secrets.
He always touches me and I don't understand why. He tells me only he can and that no one must know. He teaches me that sex, drugs and voices are bad. I don't know why though. I'm still so confused.
The voice in my head still talks to me no matter what he does. It keeps me happy and safe. Just like Grandpa, but Grandpa is getting these wrinkles on his face and always complains about his back, I think he's getting old.
"Yugi?" I looked up at the man sitting in front of me. His glasses glinted in the artificial lamp light. I nodded at him a squirmed in the fake leather chair. I wanted to leave; I wanted to talk to the voice.
"I think were done for today." He got up and rubbed my side, leaning down he kissed me on the lips, shoving his tongue in. After a few minutes he let go gesturing me to the door.
I left the office wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. Why did he keep doing that to me? Why did he have to touch me? I'd ask Grandpa, but he said not to tell anyone. Next lesson he said he make me better. Wasn't that what he's trying to do already? I didn't understand. But after he said that he started touching me again.
I left the building and climbed into Grandpa's car. Grandpa always says that he loves me. He says he does every night and every morning. I know he does...so why does he keep saying it? My voice says it to; I think it's to me. I hope my voice loves me too.
I rolled down the window of the car, catching the rain droplets on my fingers. It started to pour a few minutes ago. I thought it looked stormy. I pulled my hand back in rubbing ii on my purple jacket. The purple deepened a notch and I gave a tiny smile. Grandpa told me to close the window before I got sick, nodding I did, catching a glimpse of my tiny schoolhouse. My Grandpa was very over protective of me. My school had fewer than 50 kids.
Isolated.
The car jerked to a stop and I climbed out. Racing to the front door I pulled it open with both hands. Running up to my room I was about to collapse when I saw a purple shine. Wedged halfway under my pillow was a card like the ones Grandpa sells. Picking it up I examined it. It was ripped in half, only the name and bust showing. It looked like a man but he wasn't old like my Grandpa. He had black hair and wise eyes, the eyes were watching me. At the top two words spoke out to me. I struggled to read them.
Dark Magician.
Clutching the ripped card to my chest I fell onto my small bed. I let sleep take me into its clutches.
'Will you be my friend?'
~*~
There were creatures. Big, small, colourful, weak. They were all looking down at me.
Or I think it was me.
I looked up at them curiously, trying to figure out what they were doing. Why were they watching me? I felt so powerless in front of all of them. I feel powerless all the time now.
So many.
I tried to speak but no words came out, I tried to scream but no sound came out. Suddenly they all drew back and let out foreign words. They were all leering at me. Emotions beat against my skin.
Hate.
Love.
Courage.
F r i e n d s h i p.
Shadows emerged from the ground and pulled me in with them. I couldn't resist so I fell.
I gave up.
~*~
Sweating I jerked off the bed. It was just a dream.
But was it mine?
~*~
Sugoroku Motou looked up hearing the thump. "Yugi..."
~*~*~
Name: Motou, Sugoroku
Country of Origin: Japan
Nationality: Japanese
Birthplace: Tokyo
Age: Unknown, over 80
Birthday: Unknown
Skills/Abilities/Dysfunctions: Foresight
Relations: Grandson (Motou, Yugi); Schizophrenia
Distinctive Clothing Feature: Orange Head Bandanna
Test Results: 89% and running
Status: Watching...
Warning: Watch Him. He seems to have our records.
***~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~***------------------------------------------------------- ----------
I've been working on this chapter for 4 days. I think I spell and grammar checked 50 times. But I'm known for missing things... I hope it's good! Here's a little explanation. (Anyone wanna Beta-read?)
Seto Kaiba: He has something called Touch Sensitivity. If he touches someone's skin he gets glimpses of their emotions, dreams etc. Like going on an adventure through their life. Mokuba's Illness will be more developed later.....
Yugi Motou: I'm not sure if being isolated and thinking you can talk to someone in your head is schizophrenia, but if it isn't does anyone know what it's called? Yugi's physiatrist molests him but tells Yugi not to tell anyone and that he's allowed to. The rest will also be explained later.
Is Malik or Marik the Yami? And can anyone give me extra info on him? Like key points? Thanks in advance if you do.
Nest Chapter: Jou and Yami. I was going to do Jou this chapter but he's more of a complicated character.
Review!
Signing out, YY
Disclaimer: I. Do. Not. Own. Connection Terminated
All-around Warnings: Shonen-ai, Shoujo-ai, boy-love, girl-love, boy-boy, girl-girl, Yaoi, Yuri. I think that's all the terms...lol. In other word there will be YAOI and YURI. Angst, Dark Themes.
Chapter Warnings: Mental Illnesses, hints of Molestation, VERY innocent and confused Yugi and mournful Seto.
Couples: (In order of Importance [may change]) Seto/Jou, Yugi/Yami, Bakura/Ryou, Marik/Malik, Anzu/Mai.
It's different from normal... trust me.
Onward!
~*~*~
My World.
~*~
Name: Kaiba, Seto
Country of Origin: Japan
Nationality: Japanese
Birthplace: Unknown
Age: 17
Birthday: December, 16
Skills/Abilities/Dysfunctions: Touch Sensitivity
Relations: Younger Brother (Kaiba, Mokuba); Mental Illness
Distinctive Clothing Feature: Gloves; no skin showing except for face
Test Results: 51% and running
~*~*~
Subject: Seto Kaiba
I ran down the street with my little brother trailing behind. He was muttering incoherently behind me, I could only catch bits but it sounded like he was worried about someone _always_ watching. Mokuba always had small panic attacks; at first I thought it was a small case of paranoia from our past adventures. But then I found out it was something different.
I risked slowing down for a second. Letting go of Mokuba's hand, I wrenched on a pair of gloves. The pictures and emotions even subdued were too much for me to handle right now. Grabbing my little brother's hand again we took off, him trailing me like a drunk... still muttering.
I knew his little panic attacks had been more when I realized I could touch him without absorbing memories and emotions. At first I was overjoyed! I could finally touch someone again after so long. But for that little bit of happiness there was a price, my brother developed a rare disease that is to horrible for a name. It puts him up a different plateau of mind, to high for my touch to reach. But I was getting there; recently I could see his nightmares when I touched him. Little pictures that swirled around and wouldn't go away unless I got them forced out.
The pictures were of a different variety everyday, they got stronger and stronger until soon I knew they would be too clear to bear. I would never be able to touch _anyone_ again.
Revealing in a clear mind of my own thoughts once again I remembered the diagnostic for my brother.
"I'm sorry son; your brother cannot be reached. He's being forced to act, like his mind is being separated. His emotions are dwindling and in a few years he won't even be human."
On that day I cried, cold emotionless me broke down. The worst shock was when I tore of my gloves and touched his face.
Nothing.
I touched his skin and I felt no emotions, no memories. For the first time in my life I could feel skin that wasn't my own... but I still cried. I couldn't be happy. I couldn't. My once loving happy go lucky friend and brother was dead.
That day I realized emotions were foolish... since I had no friends once again.
I checked around the corner before running off again. I couldn't have anyone see me. I didn't need people who think they know what's best for me asking stupid questions. 'What are two young boys like you doing out in the middle of a school day?' They probably would notice that the youngest of the pair was out of commission and the older was wearing tons of layers, even though it was hot out. It was like who wears gloves in summer? I did. It was my curse and I had to live with it.
You're probably asking why are you running? Shouldn't we be at school or even home? Stupid questions deserve easy answers. Number One: To put it simple I am smarter than everyone, so I don't need school. Number Two: I don't have a home.
What's that you say? My parents? Please you're making me laugh, and I never do. I know nothing about my mother, and with my 'gift' I wouldn't be surprised if I never had one. I was probably born in an experimental lab. Like Frankenstein, just a pawn in someone's plans; that went wrong. My Father was a stupid prick. He abandoned us after he realized we couldn't get any money for him. Heh. Prick.
So there's my life, I have no home, no friends, no family, no love and I cannot touch anyone. But even so my brother has it worst, I love him and all I can do is watch as his soul gets ripped farther and farther away. Soon I know he will only be a doll. A pawn... Like I was and still am.
Now, you're asking where were we staying before? And why are we leaving? Where are we going?
What is this? 20 questions?
We were staying in the basement of our old house. No one came to live their after my father went ballistic, but recently my brother's panic attacks became worse and worse until only when we were 5 miles away from the property that they would stop. And after that, I couldn't take it. I was going to find someone who could save my brother, anyone.
Looking down a flash caught my eye. The sun was glinting off a thin piece of paper; in fact it looked like a card. Picking it up, I noticed the flashing didn't come from the sun, but the picture of the beast on the card. The image was of a dragon that had shocking blue eyes and pale white scales. I stood mesmerized by it, who wouldn't? It was like it was alive. On top it read Blue Eyes, White Dragon. Shaking my head I pocketed it and started off again.
Running past another set of buildings we reached the outskirts. It was time to take a rest. Looking at Mokuba I gave a smirk, "The day that my barriers break and I can finally touch someone again, is the day I fall in love with a golden furred species of dog."
~*~
Mokuba's eyes rolled back as his head lolled to the side. "You don't know how right you are brother..."
~*~*~
Name: Kaiba, Mokuba
Country of Origin: Japan
Nationality: Japanese
Birthplace: Unknown
Age: 11
Birthday: June, 12
Skills/Abilities/Dysfunctions: Mental Illness
Relations: Older Brother (Kaiba, Seto); Touch Sensitivity
Distinctive Clothing Feature: Bandanna, worn around neck
Test Results: 61% and running
Status: Watching...
***~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~***------------------------------------------------------- ----------
Name: Motou, Yugi
Country of Origin: Japan
Nationality: Japanese
Birthplace: Tokyo, Game Shop
Age: 16
Birthday: October, 23
Skills/Abilities/Dysfunctions: Schizophrenia, talks to himself. Seems to have a strange connection with Subject B-2.
Relations: Grandfather (Motou, Sugoroku): Old age, foresight
Distinctive Clothing Feature: Metal chain around neck; no trinkets
Test Results: 76% and running
~*~*~
Subject: Yugi Motou
I heard his voice again, talking in my head. It never really seems like it's addressed to me but I can still seem to ask it questions...still get answers. It's very confusing. All the kids at school look at me like I'm crazy.
But I'm not.
At least I don't think I am. I always get strange memories that aren't my own... strange dreams too. It scares me. My Grandpa always says I have a childish mind and heart. No kidding, since I'm really short.
I go to a physiatrist everyday for my problems. He says that the voices aren't real. But they are. He just doesn't know.
Or understand.
He tells me that he must shelter me from bad things and I should tell him what the voice is saying, but I don't. It's my friend and I'm not giving away its secrets.
He always touches me and I don't understand why. He tells me only he can and that no one must know. He teaches me that sex, drugs and voices are bad. I don't know why though. I'm still so confused.
The voice in my head still talks to me no matter what he does. It keeps me happy and safe. Just like Grandpa, but Grandpa is getting these wrinkles on his face and always complains about his back, I think he's getting old.
"Yugi?" I looked up at the man sitting in front of me. His glasses glinted in the artificial lamp light. I nodded at him a squirmed in the fake leather chair. I wanted to leave; I wanted to talk to the voice.
"I think were done for today." He got up and rubbed my side, leaning down he kissed me on the lips, shoving his tongue in. After a few minutes he let go gesturing me to the door.
I left the office wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. Why did he keep doing that to me? Why did he have to touch me? I'd ask Grandpa, but he said not to tell anyone. Next lesson he said he make me better. Wasn't that what he's trying to do already? I didn't understand. But after he said that he started touching me again.
I left the building and climbed into Grandpa's car. Grandpa always says that he loves me. He says he does every night and every morning. I know he does...so why does he keep saying it? My voice says it to; I think it's to me. I hope my voice loves me too.
I rolled down the window of the car, catching the rain droplets on my fingers. It started to pour a few minutes ago. I thought it looked stormy. I pulled my hand back in rubbing ii on my purple jacket. The purple deepened a notch and I gave a tiny smile. Grandpa told me to close the window before I got sick, nodding I did, catching a glimpse of my tiny schoolhouse. My Grandpa was very over protective of me. My school had fewer than 50 kids.
Isolated.
The car jerked to a stop and I climbed out. Racing to the front door I pulled it open with both hands. Running up to my room I was about to collapse when I saw a purple shine. Wedged halfway under my pillow was a card like the ones Grandpa sells. Picking it up I examined it. It was ripped in half, only the name and bust showing. It looked like a man but he wasn't old like my Grandpa. He had black hair and wise eyes, the eyes were watching me. At the top two words spoke out to me. I struggled to read them.
Dark Magician.
Clutching the ripped card to my chest I fell onto my small bed. I let sleep take me into its clutches.
'Will you be my friend?'
~*~
There were creatures. Big, small, colourful, weak. They were all looking down at me.
Or I think it was me.
I looked up at them curiously, trying to figure out what they were doing. Why were they watching me? I felt so powerless in front of all of them. I feel powerless all the time now.
So many.
I tried to speak but no words came out, I tried to scream but no sound came out. Suddenly they all drew back and let out foreign words. They were all leering at me. Emotions beat against my skin.
Hate.
Love.
Courage.
F r i e n d s h i p.
Shadows emerged from the ground and pulled me in with them. I couldn't resist so I fell.
I gave up.
~*~
Sweating I jerked off the bed. It was just a dream.
But was it mine?
~*~
Sugoroku Motou looked up hearing the thump. "Yugi..."
~*~*~
Name: Motou, Sugoroku
Country of Origin: Japan
Nationality: Japanese
Birthplace: Tokyo
Age: Unknown, over 80
Birthday: Unknown
Skills/Abilities/Dysfunctions: Foresight
Relations: Grandson (Motou, Yugi); Schizophrenia
Distinctive Clothing Feature: Orange Head Bandanna
Test Results: 89% and running
Status: Watching...
Warning: Watch Him. He seems to have our records.
***~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~***------------------------------------------------------- ----------
I've been working on this chapter for 4 days. I think I spell and grammar checked 50 times. But I'm known for missing things... I hope it's good! Here's a little explanation. (Anyone wanna Beta-read?)
Seto Kaiba: He has something called Touch Sensitivity. If he touches someone's skin he gets glimpses of their emotions, dreams etc. Like going on an adventure through their life. Mokuba's Illness will be more developed later.....
Yugi Motou: I'm not sure if being isolated and thinking you can talk to someone in your head is schizophrenia, but if it isn't does anyone know what it's called? Yugi's physiatrist molests him but tells Yugi not to tell anyone and that he's allowed to. The rest will also be explained later.
Is Malik or Marik the Yami? And can anyone give me extra info on him? Like key points? Thanks in advance if you do.
Nest Chapter: Jou and Yami. I was going to do Jou this chapter but he's more of a complicated character.
Review!
Signing out, YY