Disclaimer: Yu-gi-Oh! Belongs to Mr. Kazuki Takahashi
"Speech"
Thought
//Yami to hikari//
Ryou Bakura walked home. His bag slithered on his hand. There was a red trace of dried blood by it. It wasn't quite visible because he had purposely hid it away from the sunlight that reflected from the sun, which is currently setting.
The golden red, orange, and yellow lights from the sun made the back of his well-buttoned school uniform look a bit more of greenish rather than deep blue.
Ryou wasn't aware that dried blood scar on his hand were starting to bleed again. Why would he? After all, that's what its been trying to do all day. He was just glad that his other bruises had healed themselves quite nicely these days.
He was very thankful that his father never found out about them, especially when he almost screamed to death when he saw a small one on his wrist. But to Ryou, that was only a small one.
It was when he reached the front door of his house did he notice that his hand was red from the blood. "Oh no!" he panicked and tried to wipe it off using his sleeve. It was when a thought reminded him that his father wouldn't be home that night relaxed him.
He always hated it when his father had to go away. Leaving him at home. But being an A student and knowing every detail of how to live alone stopped his fathers worries. He had to admit that thankfully, he wasn't like those fathers who worried so often for their son.
Ryou was also glad that he didn't know that fact that he gets beaten almost every day. He had gotten quite used to it, but it never stops hurting and he never stop hating it.
He slid the key inside the keyhole of his house and turned the doorknob for it to open. The brown door creaked as Ryou stepped inside and closed it behind him. He sighs and took off his shoes.
He then dragged his brown school case to his room.
He had his head down all the time, looking at the floor as passed a mirror. He didn't notice another reflection looking at him when he passed by.
The world is so confusing to the mere pale haired boy. He didn't have any friends. He had, but they are all afraid to stand up for him. After the threat from one of the group members who picks on him, none of them wanted to be his friends. Too afraid...
His hand trailed to the doorknob that leads to his room. He slowly turned it.
He looked. The room was pretty normal as usual. His bed lied in one corner of the room. His desk and chair was on the other. Settled besides it was a small bookshelf full of many different types of books, from fantasy to science fiction.
He closed the door and leaned on it. The school case dropped from his hand onto the cold, solid ground. With his eyes closed, he walked to his bed and flopped down on it.
His two chocolate brown eyes were blurry from the tears as he tilted his head up and climb deeper to the corner of the bed. The tears that he had tried to hide every time, fortunately for him, it worked, at least in front of his father.
The snowy white hair was spread on the pillow as he hugged it tightly like a child would hug a teddy bear. He closed his eyes as the shiny tears dripped and rolled down his cheek, only to be wiped away by the pillow.
I really wish that there's someone... he thought Someone, anyone that could help he sighs and look out the window. The sun was almost down and all he could see outside was clouds and the trailing endings of red, yellow, and orange left by the sun.
He tightened his grip on the pillow as hard as he can. He resumed shutting his eyes as thinking, just thinking. He knew that having those thoughts of his own trouble and wishing for someone is probably a bit selfish. But what can he do? Wait for someone? That's what he had been trying to do. His conscious was losing itself each by each as the second hand on the clock ticked.
//Don't worry, I'm coming...//
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Yugi Moto opened the door that leads to the game shop that his grandfather owned. The bells on the green and glass filled door clinked together when he opened it.
"Oh Yugi! You're home!" Solomon Moto smiles at his grandson "How's school today?"
"Fine" he shrugs then ran to the back of the shop to the door that leads up to his room "I'm going up to my room"
"Oh, alright." Solomon shrugs back. It was nothing unusual. He knows that Yugi would always go upstairs the first thing when he reached home. Why? He never thought about that. Perhaps it's because of his home works, or maybe working for extra credit from the teachers. Either ways, Solomon understood that he needs his own privacy.
Upstairs at Yugi's room, he locked the door and sat in front of the mirror. Is it possible that magic mirrors exist? He often wonders. Can they show you the past? Future? Present? Or can they answer any questions? If they can he wanted to ask: Why is my life so miserable?
Sure, he was pretty well at class. Hardly ever fail at any subject. Except for physical education. Usually got an F, or if he's lucky, a D. But that's not the problem. The problem is his height, or he thinks.
He had always been called a midget and getting picked on because of his height. And people often thought that he was only around ten.
Yugi ball up his hands and look into the mirror. His big and round purple-jeweled eyes looked angry and sad at the same time. Looking at himself like that almost made him cry. His eyes trailed off when he noticed his golden lightning hair on the sides. It's a part of the Moto family tradition to be born with spiky hair. That's one thing that he liked about himself.
He brushed his hand over the smooth shrilling hair. They felt soft and itchy. He put his hand down. In the mirror, he studied himself closely.
Maybe there's someone else that can be my friend. He thought. It's not like he doesn't have any friends, he does. It's just that...they don't hang out with him and hardly talk with him unless he go over to them, but the conversation is always short, perhaps one or two sentences. Can you still call them friends?
But he had wanted a true friend for a long time now. But so far, his lucky star just wasn't in his sight yet, if there is one for him. He had kept all the business to himself, away from grandpa. He usually sneaked into the house using the nearby elm tree when he was beaten up badly and look as bad.
He had found it surprising that after all the hurtful punches and kicks he received, he had found enough energy within him to accomplish that will.
I really wish I had a friend. A special one
He sighs and rested his head in his arms. His eyelids dropped. I'm tired he thought. And without warning, he fell into a deep slumber by the minute.
//I'll be your friend, but you just have to have patient...//
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Mariku Ishtar took off his jacket. His sister Ishizu, or Isis for short, was having another meeting with the other exhibit collectors. They were archeologists that were studying the Roman Empire. Isis had taken high interest in the subject and decided to join in.
It doesn't matter he thought stubbornly as he climbed out onto the roof She always goes out anyway
The cool afternoon breeze blew on his long blondish-white hair. He quickly pushed it away from his face, revealing a pair of indigo-violet eyes. He put his hands on the rooftop by his sides as he shook his head up to see the sky.
He never had a problem with school or things about that, but he felt as if there was something missing I wanted friends don't I? But again, I don't want them.
Friendship is what he was missing. But being someone who could almost tell a person's personality by a few glances really mixed his feelings. Besides, it's not like they like him anyway. He was the silent one, the one with no option or opinion. And that's probably another reason why he gets bullied.
Sure, at first he just wanted to feel the taste of hurt and pain. But soon he got tired of it, but he couldn't fight back anymore even when he wanted to. Why? Why not? He was not all-powerful.
He blew his hair aside and put his arms behind his head and leaned back down. He wanted someone to understand, but not get too involved in it. Telling his sister was no use. Isis would just start by giving out tons of stupid advices and tipping him every minute.
Maybe I should get friends. How? Just go to them and give them a friendly 'hello'? I don't think so he thought Next there will be a new group of people trying to hurt me. Life is a crisis.
Isis will probably be leaving to the digging site of where the two archeologists had found their treasures soon. She does that almost every time. Malik hadn't really think that was a big deal, it's best off that way. She doesn't need to know about his troubles.
On nights when Isis wasn't home and it was a clear night. He'd often tried to think of someone that can be his friend and help him through difficulties. A strange fantasy, but more or less, what else can he do?
His eyes slowly closed.
Can it be true that someone like he had imagined is real? Even if they are, why didn't he or she help him? No, why would they?
A small roll of wind blew across the rooftops and passed by the sleeping blondish-white haired boy.
//You have to hold on tightly, or else you'll fall behind...//
a/n: Their lives are like...random crap *bang head on the table* sorry, could find any ideas. This is the dub version and the original version name mixed. The Ishtar's names are Mariku & Ishizu. Malik & Isis for short.