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Stigmatize - 1. To characterize as disgraceful; brand. 2. To mark with stigma
-------- Stigma - 1. A mark or token of infamy or disgrace.
While this describes Yami Bakura, the title is also mocking the authoress. It is my feel at this story so far if it represented me. Lots of love, eh? Go look up infamy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh to the surprise of none, neh? I do own one Epiphone guitar and I love it very much. It would be atrocious to sue me and take my only love away. Please don't do this to me! I'll cry!
COMMENTS & THANKS:
THE-DARK-ONE: What you must realize is this; not may character people notice Ryou in my fics [kinda bothers Ryou, ergo helping the anguish on]. If they do, then they are Yuugi. (j/k) Actually, they are too preoccupied with his hair or quietness. By the time he was playing guitar in the last chapter, he had doctored the cuts very well. I never have anyone noticing when I cut up my hands at the barn, and once it was rope burn on the palms. So, since the character only had cuts, they are even harder to notice than rope burn if the one looking is not obsessed with fingers. Do not worry, though, if you really want to know if anyone notices, I will tell you. Yes, Yuugi Motou asks him about the cuts, inspiring a failed lie. If it makes you feel better, keep picturing Ryou with long sleeves so it's harder to see his hands. …………….So more reviewers? YAY! I want to get to 100 eventually. Can you get that many? [I can't.]
AURORA BELMONT VAMPIRE HUNTER: My characters are alive in my head! So I let them live for everyone else in my fics. I can't stand solid, soulless interpretations. [Ya know, my characters also live longer in sequels, hehehe]
CHEESEPUFF: Actually, Malik ain't that bad a guy in this fic. Sure, he's a little stupid at times, but we love him anyway. Almost as much as Rishid does [who is so sad!]. ……………Yes, and I think I've seen almost all the ones on the Gibson site by reclicking. I have lots of guitar jokes. Every time some one hears I play, they don't ever stop! I only memorize the actual funny ones.
SADIRA-BLACK: Wow, I'm talented. I feel special now!
NONAME: Ehem, The Evil Laugh calls herself the Queen of Procrastination. I'm the queen right next door; Queen of Never Doing Her School Work Cause She Rather Write Songs or Stories. As you see, with an address like that, I rarely send out or recieve letters. …………….Okay, Ryou isn't exactly drunk. You find out what is wrong later when his Yami forces him to eat [yes, he does meet Yami Bakura again and it's not happily ever-after].
DRAGGY: Yes, I agree that was, uh *tries to avoid great* ….something when Malik took over Ryou. I came up with that waking up a 12 o'clock at night, you know. I always write and type in the evening and morning. ……………………..I did update loads, eh? I tend to do that.
SHIROI YUKI: I read fast too! That's why I copy and paste stuff that looks interesting and read it all later. But, I read very slow during the exams this week and finished last, almost running out of time. ………………..All the schools I've ever bee to have had talent shows. They are usually near the end of a school year. The show last year sucked because I had a cold and couldn't sing [scream on pitch] at all.
SHADOW QUEEN: Oh, you think you can make Yami Ryou Bakura look pathetic? I can do a lot worse. But, now I don't feel like doing that to him in my most successful fic. I'll let reviewers degrade him And, yes, I am very fond of Oreos. I feel very…nice…now….
KAEHIMI: You want me to update because you do not trust Malik? What an interesting reason!
This is the morning after for Yami Bakura.
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Stigmatize
Chapter 7: Crater Impact
Yami Bakura stared at the wall. He drew his fist back and made yet another indention. Pain seared through his beaten hand. How come he couldn't reach Ryou? They still had a mind link, right? He wretched his red knuckles from the crater impact they had made in the fragile plaster and paint.
The boy's room was completely destroyed. Yami Bakura had acted in a furry. Blankets were all over the floor with multiple feathers from a blown up pillow. His 'system' had semi-crashed; Ryou was not there for him to vent his anger on. The boy was actually the whole entire cause of the tantrum. Since Ryou wasn't present, he'd decided to take out the boy's stuff. The entire room looked like a train had crashed into it. Malik had been smart to leave immediately after Ryou ran out that night. Otherwise, the Ishtar would have been able to experience the reason Ryou was so terrified of the Spirit of the Ring.
The Fiend had been ranting all night in his mind. How could anybody have the nerve to do that to him; just run? He had much more power than the pathetic child, yet Ryou had just waltzed right out to his own tune after doing a colorful number on the living room. The Spirit growled thinking about the disrespect. He had practically raised the child, only to see nothing happen at all to the boy's morals and zero strength's. It was truly embarrassing for him.
He knew Ryou would return, come crawling back through the darkness of the streets to be locked up again in what was real and consistent, home, the Spirit of the Ring, and being alone. That was the only place the child could ever fit and he would soon discover that on his own. All the Fiend had to do was wait. Guessing about Ryou was like predicting rain on a cloudy, muggy day. You just knew.
Yami Bakura threw his form onto the old bed and sighted in frustration. He was not known for his patience. He wanted to beat the child's skull to fragments against the wall for saying those sick words about love. There was no love, only greed for people you can't have till you get them. Eventually, you find they are extremely dull and move on to another live wire. How could Ryou even think to say such a thing? The Fiend knew if he had been forced to submit to the will of another being, he'd hate that chastiser with all his existence and fight back violently. Ryou never did that, only the vice versa. He only ever tried to defend himself with heartfelt pleads because he was weak. Yami Bakura never fell for this. Actually, it just provoked him. Annoying others to see them suffer was quite interesting in his mind.
He shook his head in discord to the child's idea, gritting his teeth. Ryou was probably just born stupid. He said he loved the Fiend, and for a few seconds the Spirit had believed him. The boy's eyes had been so painfully despairing and desperate then. But, the Spirit convinced himself the boy had been acting, since he could not remember exactly how moving the child's look had been; could not fine-point the frightened yet desperately determined pitch describing the anguish. No, the boy had lied to mess with the Spirit's mind was the conviction.
Of course, this puzzled the Fiend after he tried to accept it. Ryou wasn't smart enough to know exactly how such a remark would affect the Spirit of the Ring. On the flip side, he had already judged, Ryou could have been telling the truth.
The Find growled, he did not want to be adored; he wanted hate and revolution. Ryou was the only one who never did that. Even though he ran away, the boy would return, which wasn't much of a revolt. Yami Bakura seriously doubted the idea Ryou had a far more sinister mind than he let on, planning his Yami's response to the words. That wasn't his Hikari. But, if that were for some strange reason true, the Spirit would have to find out.
"I'm hunting that child down," he growled as his patience snapped, getting up.
The Spirit left, passing the living room on the way out. It didn't smell all too great in there. He rushed to the door and opened it.
Ryou's father looked up surprised from his key ring.
"Ryou?" he asked.
The Find growled at him.
"Oh," the man replied nervously. He quickly stepped aside as the Yami brushed past him.
As soon as the Spirit was out of sight, Ryou's father entered the house. He was hit instantly hit with the smell of stale, soured expensive wine. Entering the main room he saw the stains, dark and horrible, on the floor.
"What the-?" he muttered, putting down his bags and crossing the room.
"Ryou?" he called for his son.
There was no answer. The man, trying not to get worried, shrugged and started to search the house. He stopped in surprise, observing the ruined bedroom twice. It was soon obvious the boy was not home. He could only imagine what had happened, fearing the worst. Very troubled, the man exited the house to see if any of his son's friends knew where Ryou was.
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I know this is short. I already explained that topic last chapter. Next chapter will be longer, I promise! Next chapter also has [drum roll] ……..Yuugi Motou! The short tri-colored haired boy we love to love! He's gonna be the big time innocence in this fic. He almost gets an entire chapter with Ryou and the Spirit of the Ring [who is just SO insensitive j/k]. And as I replied to The-Dark-One, Ryou's cuts will be noticed. I never forget how bad I hurt a character, EVER.
Hehe, next chapter is gonna be pretty descriptive. There's a certain sunset that inspired it, which I will try to explain. Of course, you'll only see this of I get nine more reviews. Okay? 9 more is the number, I didn't give one last time.
Okay, I'm doing the random survey of DOOM right now in all the fics I write or co-write. A Laugh That Is Evil and me are going to do this for fun each time we update. We think up questions and I ask them. Here is this upload's question. It was actually brought up by A Laugh That Is Evil's Science teacher who was asking what the 'goo' in The Goo Goo Dolls was. I promise, if I were there I would have told her, but I was not, so cry with me.
What do you think at the word 'goo'?
A) A baby going "goo goo gah gah"
B) Slimy crap you don't ever want to touch
C) The Goo Goo Dolls
D) Other you'll have to explain so we can learn, so you just might want A, B, or C.
Stigmatize - 1. To characterize as disgraceful; brand. 2. To mark with stigma
-------- Stigma - 1. A mark or token of infamy or disgrace.
While this describes Yami Bakura, the title is also mocking the authoress. It is my feel at this story so far if it represented me. Lots of love, eh? Go look up infamy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh to the surprise of none, neh? I do own one Epiphone guitar and I love it very much. It would be atrocious to sue me and take my only love away. Please don't do this to me! I'll cry!
COMMENTS & THANKS:
THE-DARK-ONE: What you must realize is this; not may character people notice Ryou in my fics [kinda bothers Ryou, ergo helping the anguish on]. If they do, then they are Yuugi. (j/k) Actually, they are too preoccupied with his hair or quietness. By the time he was playing guitar in the last chapter, he had doctored the cuts very well. I never have anyone noticing when I cut up my hands at the barn, and once it was rope burn on the palms. So, since the character only had cuts, they are even harder to notice than rope burn if the one looking is not obsessed with fingers. Do not worry, though, if you really want to know if anyone notices, I will tell you. Yes, Yuugi Motou asks him about the cuts, inspiring a failed lie. If it makes you feel better, keep picturing Ryou with long sleeves so it's harder to see his hands. …………….So more reviewers? YAY! I want to get to 100 eventually. Can you get that many? [I can't.]
AURORA BELMONT VAMPIRE HUNTER: My characters are alive in my head! So I let them live for everyone else in my fics. I can't stand solid, soulless interpretations. [Ya know, my characters also live longer in sequels, hehehe]
CHEESEPUFF: Actually, Malik ain't that bad a guy in this fic. Sure, he's a little stupid at times, but we love him anyway. Almost as much as Rishid does [who is so sad!]. ……………Yes, and I think I've seen almost all the ones on the Gibson site by reclicking. I have lots of guitar jokes. Every time some one hears I play, they don't ever stop! I only memorize the actual funny ones.
SADIRA-BLACK: Wow, I'm talented. I feel special now!
NONAME: Ehem, The Evil Laugh calls herself the Queen of Procrastination. I'm the queen right next door; Queen of Never Doing Her School Work Cause She Rather Write Songs or Stories. As you see, with an address like that, I rarely send out or recieve letters. …………….Okay, Ryou isn't exactly drunk. You find out what is wrong later when his Yami forces him to eat [yes, he does meet Yami Bakura again and it's not happily ever-after].
DRAGGY: Yes, I agree that was, uh *tries to avoid great* ….something when Malik took over Ryou. I came up with that waking up a 12 o'clock at night, you know. I always write and type in the evening and morning. ……………………..I did update loads, eh? I tend to do that.
SHIROI YUKI: I read fast too! That's why I copy and paste stuff that looks interesting and read it all later. But, I read very slow during the exams this week and finished last, almost running out of time. ………………..All the schools I've ever bee to have had talent shows. They are usually near the end of a school year. The show last year sucked because I had a cold and couldn't sing [scream on pitch] at all.
SHADOW QUEEN: Oh, you think you can make Yami Ryou Bakura look pathetic? I can do a lot worse. But, now I don't feel like doing that to him in my most successful fic. I'll let reviewers degrade him And, yes, I am very fond of Oreos. I feel very…nice…now….
KAEHIMI: You want me to update because you do not trust Malik? What an interesting reason!
This is the morning after for Yami Bakura.
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Stigmatize
Chapter 7: Crater Impact
Yami Bakura stared at the wall. He drew his fist back and made yet another indention. Pain seared through his beaten hand. How come he couldn't reach Ryou? They still had a mind link, right? He wretched his red knuckles from the crater impact they had made in the fragile plaster and paint.
The boy's room was completely destroyed. Yami Bakura had acted in a furry. Blankets were all over the floor with multiple feathers from a blown up pillow. His 'system' had semi-crashed; Ryou was not there for him to vent his anger on. The boy was actually the whole entire cause of the tantrum. Since Ryou wasn't present, he'd decided to take out the boy's stuff. The entire room looked like a train had crashed into it. Malik had been smart to leave immediately after Ryou ran out that night. Otherwise, the Ishtar would have been able to experience the reason Ryou was so terrified of the Spirit of the Ring.
The Fiend had been ranting all night in his mind. How could anybody have the nerve to do that to him; just run? He had much more power than the pathetic child, yet Ryou had just waltzed right out to his own tune after doing a colorful number on the living room. The Spirit growled thinking about the disrespect. He had practically raised the child, only to see nothing happen at all to the boy's morals and zero strength's. It was truly embarrassing for him.
He knew Ryou would return, come crawling back through the darkness of the streets to be locked up again in what was real and consistent, home, the Spirit of the Ring, and being alone. That was the only place the child could ever fit and he would soon discover that on his own. All the Fiend had to do was wait. Guessing about Ryou was like predicting rain on a cloudy, muggy day. You just knew.
Yami Bakura threw his form onto the old bed and sighted in frustration. He was not known for his patience. He wanted to beat the child's skull to fragments against the wall for saying those sick words about love. There was no love, only greed for people you can't have till you get them. Eventually, you find they are extremely dull and move on to another live wire. How could Ryou even think to say such a thing? The Fiend knew if he had been forced to submit to the will of another being, he'd hate that chastiser with all his existence and fight back violently. Ryou never did that, only the vice versa. He only ever tried to defend himself with heartfelt pleads because he was weak. Yami Bakura never fell for this. Actually, it just provoked him. Annoying others to see them suffer was quite interesting in his mind.
He shook his head in discord to the child's idea, gritting his teeth. Ryou was probably just born stupid. He said he loved the Fiend, and for a few seconds the Spirit had believed him. The boy's eyes had been so painfully despairing and desperate then. But, the Spirit convinced himself the boy had been acting, since he could not remember exactly how moving the child's look had been; could not fine-point the frightened yet desperately determined pitch describing the anguish. No, the boy had lied to mess with the Spirit's mind was the conviction.
Of course, this puzzled the Fiend after he tried to accept it. Ryou wasn't smart enough to know exactly how such a remark would affect the Spirit of the Ring. On the flip side, he had already judged, Ryou could have been telling the truth.
The Find growled, he did not want to be adored; he wanted hate and revolution. Ryou was the only one who never did that. Even though he ran away, the boy would return, which wasn't much of a revolt. Yami Bakura seriously doubted the idea Ryou had a far more sinister mind than he let on, planning his Yami's response to the words. That wasn't his Hikari. But, if that were for some strange reason true, the Spirit would have to find out.
"I'm hunting that child down," he growled as his patience snapped, getting up.
The Spirit left, passing the living room on the way out. It didn't smell all too great in there. He rushed to the door and opened it.
Ryou's father looked up surprised from his key ring.
"Ryou?" he asked.
The Find growled at him.
"Oh," the man replied nervously. He quickly stepped aside as the Yami brushed past him.
As soon as the Spirit was out of sight, Ryou's father entered the house. He was hit instantly hit with the smell of stale, soured expensive wine. Entering the main room he saw the stains, dark and horrible, on the floor.
"What the-?" he muttered, putting down his bags and crossing the room.
"Ryou?" he called for his son.
There was no answer. The man, trying not to get worried, shrugged and started to search the house. He stopped in surprise, observing the ruined bedroom twice. It was soon obvious the boy was not home. He could only imagine what had happened, fearing the worst. Very troubled, the man exited the house to see if any of his son's friends knew where Ryou was.
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I know this is short. I already explained that topic last chapter. Next chapter will be longer, I promise! Next chapter also has [drum roll] ……..Yuugi Motou! The short tri-colored haired boy we love to love! He's gonna be the big time innocence in this fic. He almost gets an entire chapter with Ryou and the Spirit of the Ring [who is just SO insensitive j/k]. And as I replied to The-Dark-One, Ryou's cuts will be noticed. I never forget how bad I hurt a character, EVER.
Hehe, next chapter is gonna be pretty descriptive. There's a certain sunset that inspired it, which I will try to explain. Of course, you'll only see this of I get nine more reviews. Okay? 9 more is the number, I didn't give one last time.
Okay, I'm doing the random survey of DOOM right now in all the fics I write or co-write. A Laugh That Is Evil and me are going to do this for fun each time we update. We think up questions and I ask them. Here is this upload's question. It was actually brought up by A Laugh That Is Evil's Science teacher who was asking what the 'goo' in The Goo Goo Dolls was. I promise, if I were there I would have told her, but I was not, so cry with me.
What do you think at the word 'goo'?
A) A baby going "goo goo gah gah"
B) Slimy crap you don't ever want to touch
C) The Goo Goo Dolls
D) Other you'll have to explain so we can learn, so you just might want A, B, or C.