Hello readers! This is my first time writing a 'Yugioh' story, including writing a rated 'R' and horror story. Well, I hope you enjoy this.
Author's note: This story contains swears, gory stuff, and sick things. There is also some shounen-ai/yaoi (which means boy/boy love). If you find this wrong or feel uncomfortable about shounen-ai/yaoi, please do not read this story. (People who feel a bit uncomfortable about this…don't worry, there won't be much shounen-ai/yaoi)
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Yugioh' characters, but I own the killer...or maybe not. Eh, the killer doesn't matter...if you want to use this 'killer' in your story...go ahead, I'm not stopping you. Well, on with the story.
The Killer was Smiling
***--***YUGI'S POV***--***
I hate the dark. I hate it so much. I would usually hide under the covers when it's time for bed. I would leave the hallway lights on. Sometimes I wish I had a night-light in my room. But big boys don't have night-lights. They don't need them. Not when they're 15 years old.
I walked swiftly to get home. I really want to get home. It's almost 10 o'clock...at night. I hate it. I really hate the dark. I wouldn't have become so paranoid if I had left right after school. But I was too nice. Jounouchi invited me to hang out with him and Honda at the arcade. The arcade closes midnight on Fridays. I lost track of time. I should have said no. I need to learn how to say no, and stop saying yes.
The wind blew against my neck as I saunter downstairs to take the train. I rather take the train than walk home. It seems faster by train. And it feels a bit more comfortable. More comfortable than walking home. Walking pass an alleyway. It's scary.
It's so empty here. I mean, I know there are not many people at the train station during nighttime, but usually there are a couple of people wandering around. Except it's different this time. It's only me...and a bum sleeping on the bench. Drool ran down his unshaved, prickly long beard as he snored. How can someone just sleep out in public and not give a care in the world that something could happen to them? It amazes me.
"He might get you."
I turned around to see who was talking. The bum was awake. I gave him a questioning look. What is he talking about?
"Be careful," he said to me, "he might get you. You're like a piece of art to him. Simply beautiful."
I turned around, trying to ignore him, but then those four words were haunting me. 'He might get you.'
"Who's-" I cut myself off once I turned around and found the guy missing. Now why did he have to say that and then leave? Now I'm going to get all jumpy.
I heard a loud screech on the rail tracks. Good. The train is coming. It felt like I was waiting for and hour. Today felt slow. I glimpsed to my left and saw two legs dangling out of the trashcan. Wait a minute. TWO LEGS!?! I'm going to ignore it. I'm going to pretend nothing was there. I'm...I'm just hallucinating. My mind is playing tricks on me. Boy was I wrong. The legs were actually there. I slowly walked towards the trashcan. I don't know why. It's like something is controlling my body. As I looked inside the trashcan my eyes widen and a small squeak escaped out of my mouth. I thought about calling...but I realized that the train station's payphone are screwed up. They need to fix the payphone. It's been 2 weeks since it had been last fixed. And I should start telling grandpa to buy me a cell phone on my up coming birthday.
The train pulled up and the doors opened. I stumbled inside...and it felt like I was going to faint.
'I must get home. I must get home.' I thought repeatedly. I don't feel so good. My stomach feels weird. I hate that feeling.
I sat across a woman who was about in her early 20's. She looked up and smiled at me with her rosy lips. She moved her strawberry blonde bangs away from her eyes and winked at me. She looks familiar…like I've seen her before. The women stood up as the second stop came up. She swung her purse onto her shoulder and strolled off the train as I gave her one last glance. Now I know I definitely seen her a few minutes ago…but the only girl I've seen that looks like her was the dead…no…no, that can't be. I should stop thinking. It's messing me up.
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10 minutes passed and the train came to my stop. Finally. Now I have to walk a couple of blocks to get home. Every time I walk pass an alleyway, I speed up my pace, my heart pounds fast…and my breathing increase. It's so dark in alleyways. You'll never know what will pop out.
I finally made it to the doorsteps. I pulled the keys out of my pants pocket and unlocked the door. While I stepped inside the house (well, actually the game shop) and closed the door behind me, I dropped my backpack on the floor. Grandpa was pacing back and forth and Yami was leaning against the wall with his arms folded. Yami glanced up from the floor. Grandpa walked towards me.
"Yugi, where have you been?" Grandpa asked, "It's almost 11:00."
Whoa...11:00. So the train did come late. Freaky.
"Grandpa..." I muttered. I couldn't say anything. My throat burns. I can't say anything else. All of a sudden, my eyes became blurry and I feel something wet on my cheeks. I still have that weird feeling in my stomach. Oh god, will it go away? Make it go away. Just make it go away.
Yami walked up to me and had a worried look on his face. His beautiful face…
"What's the matter aibou?" Yami questioned, "Why are you crying?"
That did it. That hurts. My stomach really hurts. I broke down crying. Crying like a baby. I did not want to cry. Crying makes me look like a child. I hate crying.
Yami gave me a hug and wiped my tears away. Kissed my tears away. It calmed me down a bit. How does he do that? How does he manage to do this to me? To keep me calm and feel safe? I'll never know.
Yami sat down on a chair and usher me to sit on his lap. And I did. I feel safe being with him. Being near him. That's a good thing, right?
"D-dead body in-in-in trashcan. There was a dead body in the trashcan." I stuttered.
"What?" my grandpa asked, bewildered. He stared at me like I grew an extra head. I repeated slowly.
"There was a dead body in the trashcan…at the train station." I added, "The body was chopped up. She was chopped up."
I didn't want to continue. I didn't want to get into details. And I definitely did not want to remember what I saw, but the image would not erase from my head.
I slid off of Yami's lap, ran upstairs to get to the bathroom. I slam the door behind me and quickly flip the toilet seat up. I threw up. I brushed my teeth after that. I hate having that weird after taste in my mouth when I throw up. It's nasty.
I walked out of the bathroom and went into my room. I changed into my nightclothes and crawled into bed, then pulled the covers over my head. I heard footsteps coming towards my door. It was Yami. He walked in and sat at the edge of my bed as I pulled the covers off over my head.
"Aibou, what…" he paused for a moment. "You don't want to remember this."
Oh, so he read my mind. I smiled slightly at Yami.
"Yeah, I don't want to remember it. Can we talk about it another time?"
Yami crawled beside me and lay on his side facing towards me. He tapped me on the nose and gave me a small smile.
"Okay, your wish is my command."
I giggled a little at that phrase. Yami sure knows how to cheer me up.
I yawned a little, curled up against Yami and let sleep take over.
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Okay people. That's the end of chapter one. This took me about two weeks to go over and edit things…it wouldn't have taken me two weeks if I didn't have so many work to do.
I'm not a perfect writer and there's probably a lot more spelling and grammar that needs to be checked. But, I'm not going to check for spellings and grammars because I want to hurry up with this story. So…just relaxed and enjoy my first, I repeat, FIRST 'Yugioh' story. I'm so proud of myself. Oh, and about the gory stuff…it's coming. You'll just have to wait a few more chapters. I'm taking this story slow. I don't want to rush through each chapter.
Umm…there might be some Out of Character-ness…it's hard for me to notice it…so, don't hurt me! And the following chapters will hopefully be better than the first chapter…
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