Akuma: Hey hey everyone!!! This is a fanfic that Princess Strawberry and I decided to write together and post it up in our shared ff.net account!!!!

Ichigo (Princess Strawberry): Actually, this stupid idea was all Akuma Malick's, so you can give her the credit. But I, the great master

Akuma: *coughs*

Ichigo: *glares* am the one who wrote the best parts of the story, the FLUFF and the YAOIness!!!!

Akuma: *sweatdrops* Yeah, well anyway, let's get to the story shall we?

Ichigo: Of course. Let me do the disclaimer. *clears throat* Neither Akuma Malick nor I, Princess Strawberry, own Yu-Gi-Oh! or the characters with in. We do not own the fairytale "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" either.

Akuma: Please note that this story contains shounen-ai (boy x boy), fluff, and possible lime. Please also be aware that this fanfic contains a fair amount of coarse language. (Courtesy of Akuma Malick) Readers that are sensitive to these factors *eyes shock_a_lot* please leave this story and find another one to read. Otherwise, enjoy!! ^_^

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Twisted Obsession

Chapter 1: Sometimes a Present is Like a Treasure

A little boy with tri-coloured hair ran to his grandmother, and hugged her affectionately. His grandmother smiled, she knew what he was expecting: a present. That's why they all act like angels in front of me, she thought. She sighed happily, and broke the hug from the grinning little boy, known as Yuugi. He looked longingly at her purse and smiled innocently, waiting for the surprise his grandmother brought him. The old lady took out a brightly wrapped package and pressed it into the little boy's hands. Yuugi smiled widely and immediately tore open the surprise. To his disappointment, the present turned out to be a thick brown leather-covered novel, with gold letters shining across the cover spelling, "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs". Yuugi tried to smile at his present, but his disappointment overwhelmed him and he frowned slightly. His grandmother noticed his expression and surprisingly, grinned. She took him in her arms and hugged him tightly once more.

"Don't worry, Yuugi dear, I know one day, this old book of mine will blossom your life with joy. Keep it well, my grandson, and remember me when I'm gone." Yuugi looked at his grandmother. She suddenly looked much older than usual. He forced a smile and nodded. "This may be the last gift, Yuugi, "she continued, "I'm afraid that my body can't hold on much longer. So please, treasure this book. But here's a tip: Only read this book when you think it is the right time, not too soon, but not too late. Heed my warning, or else, events may happen in a different manner." Yuugi looked puzzled, what in the name of Ra was his grandmother talking about? He stared into her sparkling mysterious eyes, and shivered. Something told him that he should listen to his grandmother this time.

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~3 months later~

Yuugi arrived home as he did everyday, and thundered into the kitchen, hoping for a snack from his mother. He reached the doorway of the kitchen, disappointed to find nothing on the sparkling tables. His mother was nowhere to be found either. Suddenly, a sob could be heard from the next room, which lured the nine-year-old boy into. In the living room sat this mother and father, both broken down in tears. His mother's head was on his father's shoulders, and was consistently pulling out tissue after another to blow her nose. His father was not making any noise, but streams of tears cold be seen flowing freely down his pale face. Yuugi kneeled in front of his parents, looking at them with his large puppy amethyst eyes.

"Mom, Dad, why are you crying?" Yuugi asked with concern. Neither his mother nor his father said anything, but continued sobbing and weeping uncontrollably. "Come on, Mom, tell me what happened." Yuugi whined and shook his mother's knee. She looked down at him and pointed to the sheet of paper on the coffee table behind the boy. Yuugi picked it up the letter, which was sprinkled in water droplets and smudged the untidy writing.

"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Motou,

This is Dr. Nishio Masaki writing to you referring to Ms. Kimiko Motou's (Yuugi's grandmother) condition. Even after mush struggle and operations in hoping to cure her from the deadly disease of leukemia, she didn't make it through. We are sorry to inform you that she passed away last night at 2:08 a.m., sleeping peacefully. Please arrange a proper date for the burial ceremony, and reply this letter stating a date..."

Yuugi didn't read the rest, as tears blinded him from the heartbreaking letter. His hands trembled as he replaced it on the table, and collapsed into his mother's arms, exploding the amount of tension within him. His mother took him into her arms and cried with him. Yuugi left his mother's embrace a few minutes later, asking for a little privacy in his room. He mounted the stairs slowly, taking long and unhurried steps. He thought of his grandmother's sweet smell every time he hugged her. As he thought of the times when she always gave him a gift each time she saw him, more tears gushed out of his eyes. Suddenly, he remembered of the book. The book, he thought. She said that I could only read it when I think it is the right time, it has to be the right time!! I have to go read it now!!

Yuugi brushed away his tears and ran up the stairs to his bedroom. He slammed the door shut and grabbed the thick book from the shelf. Plopping onto his bed, he opened the novel and began to read, forgetting about devastating incident that he had just encountered.

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~7 years later~

Yuugi folded up his twenty pairs of boxers and stuffed it into his suitcase. He sighed, why do I have to go to some other boarding school? I liked my old school more. Now I have to make a new bunch of friends, and start all over again. It's going to be so difficult. Yuugi was right. Making friends wasn't his thing, for he took forever just to make one friend, he wasn't the loud type who talked to everyone, and he wasn't the active type who liked sports or the type who enjoyed video games. He liked to read, write and tackle puzzles, but never did he go outside and kick the soccer ball. I'm too short anyway, he thought, which means I can't play basketball, or volleyball. I'm weak which means I can't play hockey, football, and I can't swim. I'm pretty much useless. He sighed again and put in his puzzles and notebooks. Last time he went to a new school, he was bullied everyday for the first month, before he told a teacher and the suffering stopped. He was bruised everywhere and came home with rags on. They dumped him in trashcans, put critters in his lunch, and spit gum on his chair. Yuugi laughed nervously at these horrifying memories. He double-checked all the stuff he had and zipped up the suitcase. Scanning the room, he made sure he didn't forget anything. He saw the book given to him from his beloved grandmother. He shook his head absentmindedly.

"How can I forget about his book? It's my favourite, I'm not leaving it here." Yuugi quickly unzipped his suitcase and hastily jammed it in with his other belongings. The tri-haired boy picked up his suitcase and dragged it down the stairs.

"Mom? Dad?"

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Ichigo: And I think I'll leave it at that. *smiles triumphantly*

Akuma: --; You're so lameyou only added one line! Precisely six letters, two question marks, and two quotation marks.

Ichigo: . Well, I get the whole next chapter, so shut it.

Akuma: *grumbles* Fine

Ichigo: I always win. ^^ Read and review, minna-san! *bows* Look for updates in our own accounts!!