Darkness' Folly
By: rox
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of value, so obviously I don't own YuGiOh. I also don't have any money after buying two YuGiOh DVDs and Pokemon 4EVER, so suing me won't help you. This also means that I don't own Point Blank either (it is a really good book though!).
~*~*~*~*~ Ch 1~hidden ~*~*~*~*~
"Stupid Mortal"
"Dumb Spirit"
"Dim-wit Hikari"
"Idiotic Yami"
"Shut-the-fuck-up!"
"Make Me"
*SLAP* The yami slapped his hikari across the face, causing him to slam into the wall. Then he threw a book at him, drawing blood on a gash across his hikari's face. In the background, thunder could be heard from the storm outside.
"Bastard" the hikari mumbled.
"WHAT?!?!" his yami yelled. "I NEVER-" he sputtered, cursing in Egyptian. "GET OUT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU OR YOUR PATHETIC FRIEND AND HIS DUMB YAMI AGAIN! GO AND DIE FOR ALL I CARE!!"
"Fine." The hikari responded, almost crying, as he ran desperately out of the house, into the storm.
"Good ridden." His yami muttered, watching his hikari's retreating form. Then he turned into their house, cleaned up the overturned and slightly broken area, and continued reading Point Blank.
~*~*~
Meanwhile, the hikari had reached the park. He sat down on the nearest bench and cried. Why must his yami be so mean? His yami had been abusing him constantly for several months now. His friend, who also owned a Millennium Item and had a yami had almost been killed by the hikari's enraged yami.
'Why?' he thought miserably, 'Why can't you be kind, like his yami?'
He then sat up, he had fallen over when he was crying, brushed his soaked bangs out of his eyes, and started walking. After about ten minuets of walking, slipping, and getting back up, even wetter, he found what he was looking for. An old tree, and hidden in it was his treasure, a long sharp blade that gleamed eerily in the pale park light.
"Good-bye pain. Good-bye yami. Good-bye all my friends. I wonder if anyone will miss me. Probably not, as I am the outsider, the bother, the burden, the one who always messes up." He paused then continued with two simple innocent words-a final farewell "Good-bye." He then sighed, them slowly pressed the blade's sharp, biting edge into his wrist. Then he did the same to his other wrist, smiling at the dull pain.
"Oh my god, no!" Someone's voice cried, sounding out of tune, fuzzy and far away. The hikari opened his eyes, but couldn't focus enough to see Seto Kiba's sharp blue eyes filling with tears.
~*~*~
"But master Kiba."
"Go away." The 14-year-old CEO of KibaCorp answer icily as he left. He was going for a walk, in the pouring rain. He needed out, and he was going. No pencil pushing idiodic employee was going to stop him.
He traveled towards the park, noticing how alien things looked during the storm.
He heard someone crying and decided to see what was going on. As he got closer he heard "as I am the outsider, the bother, the burden, the one who always messes up." Seto's insides froze as he started to rush towards the voice. He knew that voice, but his sprint stopped colds when he head two final, ironic words: "Good-bye." He broke into a mad run, but as he reached the area, his worst fears were realized. The dying figure of his only friend came into view. He quickly raced over. "Oh my god, no!" was all he could manage.
He saw the other boys eyes look but see nothing.
Seto silently cried as he grabbed his cell phone in it's waterproof case, and dialed 9-1-1.
A woman's voice came over the phone. "9-1-1, how can I help you?"
"I need an ambulance, to the park. My friend he. I'm near the south park entrance, about 50 feet from the swings. Hurry." His voice carried worry, as his new shirt was slowly turning red where he had ripped it and was currently applying pressure to his wounded friends writs. "He might not last much longer!"
The voice over the phone spoke, but Seto could barley hear. He caught "don't panic," "on their way," and "pressure" but all else was lost to him. He faintly heard sirens, but as he cried and prayed, one thought kept circling in his mind, Why?
"Why? Why did you do this? Who drove you to this? They'll pay, I swear. Please Yugi, please, you're my only friend, please don't die. Please be okay"
~*~*~*~
Ta-Da! Chapter 1!!
Well how do you like it?
Questions? (silence)
Coments? (crickets chirping)
Need to barrow money? (entire student body of my high school raises hand)
I thought that much.
Please R+R!
This is my first fic, so please be nice.
(All flames will be used on Peggy and my evil teacher!)
By: rox
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of value, so obviously I don't own YuGiOh. I also don't have any money after buying two YuGiOh DVDs and Pokemon 4EVER, so suing me won't help you. This also means that I don't own Point Blank either (it is a really good book though!).
~*~*~*~*~ Ch 1~hidden ~*~*~*~*~
"Stupid Mortal"
"Dumb Spirit"
"Dim-wit Hikari"
"Idiotic Yami"
"Shut-the-fuck-up!"
"Make Me"
*SLAP* The yami slapped his hikari across the face, causing him to slam into the wall. Then he threw a book at him, drawing blood on a gash across his hikari's face. In the background, thunder could be heard from the storm outside.
"Bastard" the hikari mumbled.
"WHAT?!?!" his yami yelled. "I NEVER-" he sputtered, cursing in Egyptian. "GET OUT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU OR YOUR PATHETIC FRIEND AND HIS DUMB YAMI AGAIN! GO AND DIE FOR ALL I CARE!!"
"Fine." The hikari responded, almost crying, as he ran desperately out of the house, into the storm.
"Good ridden." His yami muttered, watching his hikari's retreating form. Then he turned into their house, cleaned up the overturned and slightly broken area, and continued reading Point Blank.
~*~*~
Meanwhile, the hikari had reached the park. He sat down on the nearest bench and cried. Why must his yami be so mean? His yami had been abusing him constantly for several months now. His friend, who also owned a Millennium Item and had a yami had almost been killed by the hikari's enraged yami.
'Why?' he thought miserably, 'Why can't you be kind, like his yami?'
He then sat up, he had fallen over when he was crying, brushed his soaked bangs out of his eyes, and started walking. After about ten minuets of walking, slipping, and getting back up, even wetter, he found what he was looking for. An old tree, and hidden in it was his treasure, a long sharp blade that gleamed eerily in the pale park light.
"Good-bye pain. Good-bye yami. Good-bye all my friends. I wonder if anyone will miss me. Probably not, as I am the outsider, the bother, the burden, the one who always messes up." He paused then continued with two simple innocent words-a final farewell "Good-bye." He then sighed, them slowly pressed the blade's sharp, biting edge into his wrist. Then he did the same to his other wrist, smiling at the dull pain.
"Oh my god, no!" Someone's voice cried, sounding out of tune, fuzzy and far away. The hikari opened his eyes, but couldn't focus enough to see Seto Kiba's sharp blue eyes filling with tears.
~*~*~
"But master Kiba."
"Go away." The 14-year-old CEO of KibaCorp answer icily as he left. He was going for a walk, in the pouring rain. He needed out, and he was going. No pencil pushing idiodic employee was going to stop him.
He traveled towards the park, noticing how alien things looked during the storm.
He heard someone crying and decided to see what was going on. As he got closer he heard "as I am the outsider, the bother, the burden, the one who always messes up." Seto's insides froze as he started to rush towards the voice. He knew that voice, but his sprint stopped colds when he head two final, ironic words: "Good-bye." He broke into a mad run, but as he reached the area, his worst fears were realized. The dying figure of his only friend came into view. He quickly raced over. "Oh my god, no!" was all he could manage.
He saw the other boys eyes look but see nothing.
Seto silently cried as he grabbed his cell phone in it's waterproof case, and dialed 9-1-1.
A woman's voice came over the phone. "9-1-1, how can I help you?"
"I need an ambulance, to the park. My friend he. I'm near the south park entrance, about 50 feet from the swings. Hurry." His voice carried worry, as his new shirt was slowly turning red where he had ripped it and was currently applying pressure to his wounded friends writs. "He might not last much longer!"
The voice over the phone spoke, but Seto could barley hear. He caught "don't panic," "on their way," and "pressure" but all else was lost to him. He faintly heard sirens, but as he cried and prayed, one thought kept circling in his mind, Why?
"Why? Why did you do this? Who drove you to this? They'll pay, I swear. Please Yugi, please, you're my only friend, please don't die. Please be okay"
~*~*~*~
Ta-Da! Chapter 1!!
Well how do you like it?
Questions? (silence)
Coments? (crickets chirping)
Need to barrow money? (entire student body of my high school raises hand)
I thought that much.
Please R+R!
This is my first fic, so please be nice.
(All flames will be used on Peggy and my evil teacher!)