Hello! This is my first Yu-gi-oh! Fanfic. Take some pity on me ^_^' . I
haven't written anything in a LONG time -_-. Please leave comments and
review! That way I'll know how to improve my story and make it less
confusing ^_^.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh! And any of the characters, etc. . I guess I own Yamuki and any other OCs I may make :p No money was made as I am a college-student-to-be and have nothing save two fish ^_^ . Yu-gi-oh belongs to 4Kids and the guy who originally made Yu-gi-oh I can't remember his name -_-')
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Night didn't come quickly in the city of Thebes, Egypt. Yamuki reminded himself why he had stayed out so late. Sweat ran down his forehead as he raced home. He darted in and out of alleyways until the buildings became further and further a part. He slowed his pace a bit now realizing that there was no need to use up so much energy. Soon he came upon a small hutlike building, made of sand and stone. He opened the door. "Woo. That was close." He wiped the sweat from his forehead and removed his sandles. He perked his head up as the quick sound of footsteps moved towards him. "Uh oh...." His words trailed off as he came face to face with a middle-aged (and beautiful) looking woman whose hands were now placed on her hips.
"Sorry I'm late, Mother." He anxiously laughed and rubbed the back of his head in a nervous gesture.
She tapped her foot. "Late? LATE?! Yamuki Ahmosumi Mazaki, you are more than late! Do you know how long I've been waiting here worrying about you?" She let out a hiccupped sigh and walked up to her son. Tears started to leak from her eyes.
"M-Mother, are you alright?", Yamuki hesitantly stated. His mother wrapped her arms around him, bringing him close to her body. "Mother?", he asked again. No response. Then, he heard sniffling and felt slight racks of sobs going through his mother's body.
Yamuki wrapped his arms around his mother's small frame, hoping it would ease whatever pain that caused such a mood change. Slowly, the soft sobbing stopped. "I'm sorry too, Yamuki." She lifted her face up to gaze into her taller son's eyes seeing the concern in them.
"I'm just . . . afraid. Whenever I can't watch you, I feel as if you're going to be taken away from me, just as your father was."
Yamuki's eyes half-closed, now too filled with emotion, but not of sadness. It was of anger. Anger that his father had left them, left "him". He had grown up without a father. Now in his teens, it was still hard to think about.
"Yamuki, are you -".
Yamuki shook his head and put on a false smile. "I'm alright, Mother."
His mother's cerulean blue eyes looked deep into his own blue ones and he could almost feel her pushing onto his mind to find out whether he was telling the truth or not. His body went stiff under that gaze. It was one of the only things that his mother had ever been able to spook him with whenever she felt something was up.
"Alright then."
Yamuki felt her arms go slack as she came out of the hug. He took a step back and bowed his head slightly, feeling quite embarassed.
She let out another sigh. "Supper's ready and it's on the table. I've already eaten, so I guess. . . " Her voice trailed off.
"That's alright, I'll just take it to my room." Yamuki brushed passed his startled mother and over to the kitchen. Gathering up his plate, he didn't waste anytime going to his room.
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On his bed, Yamuki was laying down and gazing at the ceiling. Small blonde- brown tendrils of hair brushed over his forehead as the rest of his reddish- dark brown/black hair spalyed accross his pillow. In his hand he held a card. Not just any card, but a powerful and rare (very rare mind you) dragon monster card.
Yamuki's eyes glittered when he stared at the dragon's golden eyes. He looked over every area of the card almost as if he were memorizing it. He turned his head away from the card and groaned. //How will I ever get out of here. I love my mother and all, but, I've felt myself being drawn away from here. My future is calling me. I know it's not here . . .//
"Damned!", he hissed a loud. "Why can't I just do what I want to do for a change?"
He rolled over onto his side. He remembered his mother's strict rules about visiting the outside world. They lived in a remote hut on the outskirts of Thebes. As a child, he hadn't been allowed to do much as his mother worried about his safety. She would always remind him of the 'dangerous people out there' and what they would do with such a 'special child'.
He frowned at that statement. //Special? What's so special about me? Some kid that practically has no one save his mother, a dead father, and some card? Nothing special there.//
Then, he looked upwards and glanced at a photo frame. Inside the photo contained his smiling mother and himself as a baby. //Then again . . . I do have a mother.//
There came a knock at his door. "Come in."
A brown-haired head poked through the door. Then, she fully came in. "I thought you might want to talk."
Yamuki's eyes widened slightly and he sat up. "About what?"
Anzu's eyes glanced downwards then came up to meet his. "About your father, Yamuki."
Yamuki turned his head away and laughed gruffly. "What would I want to know about him?" He tried to hide the emotion laced in his voice.
"Yamuki . . ." Anzu crossed the distance between them and tentatively threaded her hand through her son's multi-colored hair. "You look so much like him. The man I loved and still love-"
Yamuki lifted his arm and brushed her hand a side. "I want nothing to do with him. Nothing!" He stood up. "I hate him!" Yamuki's hands were now clenched into fists. "I hate him..." This time he said it with much more venom in his words.
Anzu gazed in horror at her son. Tears ran down her cheeks. Turning on heel, she ran from the room.
"I hate him." This time, only the walls were listening to him.
*****
Yamuki rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He was sprawled accross the bed with the covers both on the bed and on the floor. He moaned as his eyes were filled with the burning sensation of crying. He remembered his fight with his mother. "Mother." He sobbed. He placed his head in between his hands. "What have I done?"
A loud bang disrupted him from his thoughts. "Mother!"
He jumped off the bed, threw open his door and dashed to his mother's room. He turned the handle and went inside. A cold metal object was thrust to his forehead. "Stop right there, porcupine."
Yamuki obeyed as his eyes darted around the room searching for his mother. "Come here."
A rough hand pushed him forwards. "Your precious mother is right here. Now, give us what we want and we might be willing to spare one of your pathetic lives."
"How dare you!" Yamuki spat.
The gun pushed harder against his temple and he winced. "Tut-tut. Such an attitude. Now, give us the God card, punk!"
"I don't know what you're talking about." He heard a click.
"Stop messing with us, kid.", another voice sad from accross the room, "one wrong move and the pretty lady here gets her head blown sky high."
Yamuki focused on his mother. She was tied up and apparently had been beaten. He felt the anger surge inside him.
"I'll give you to three to tell us where it is. One. . . two . . . thr-"
The hitman's voice was cut off as a bright light filled the room. "What the?" the other hitman whispered a loud. Both men found themselves frozen in place. The gun against Yamuki's head clattered to the floor.
A brown figured man materialized. His bronze skin getting a ghastly glow as the ankh-shaped object on his chest emanated the light source. Yamuki gasped in amazement.
"My prince, I've been expecting to see you."
Just then more men rushed into the room. "Get him!" One shouted. Shadi was just about to freeze them too when he felt an evil aura enter the room, keeping him firmly placed where he was. He and Yamuki could only watch in horror as the gun that had been firstly used to frighten Yamuki was now directly pointed at Anzu. "Mother!" Yamuki shouted, the fear threatening to overcome him.
A shot rang out and Anzu slumped to the floor. "Mother!"
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When Yamuki awoke, he found himself in a strange looking room. The walls were made of brick not sand and the floor was smooth not rough.
"So, you have finally awoken, my prince."
Yamuki shot straight up. "Where is my mother?! What have you done to her?! Answer me!"
Shadi's eye closed and he respectfully bowed. "She is no longer of this world, my prince. I am truly sorry."
"N-no. She can't be . . . she can't be dead!" Yamuki felt his heart lurch. //She couldn't be! She just couldn't!//. Anger and sadness beated through him as his mouth curled into a snarl.
Shadi looked at his prince once again. "You dropped this on our way out." He handed the young one a golden necklace in a heart shaped pattern. Yamuki took it and put it into his pocket.
"I'm sorry about her. It could not have been changed. Destiny was fated to cause this and caused it it did. My prince, a great evil has been unleashed upon this world. As the next ruler in line, you are expected to defeat this evil just like your father before you."
"I want nothing to do with him."
Shadi laid a hand on Yamuki's shoulder. "You have no choice in the matter, my pharaoh. It is destined for you to do this." With that, he handed him two other artifacts. "You'll be needing these."
Shadi then disappeared from sight and Yamuki felt the world swirl around him. "Wait!" he cried.
The room he was in changed to a street. Yamuki felt himself lost. He felt he was no longer in Egypt as he looked upwards at a sign that said "Welcome to Domino City."
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh! And any of the characters, etc. . I guess I own Yamuki and any other OCs I may make :p No money was made as I am a college-student-to-be and have nothing save two fish ^_^ . Yu-gi-oh belongs to 4Kids and the guy who originally made Yu-gi-oh I can't remember his name -_-')
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Night didn't come quickly in the city of Thebes, Egypt. Yamuki reminded himself why he had stayed out so late. Sweat ran down his forehead as he raced home. He darted in and out of alleyways until the buildings became further and further a part. He slowed his pace a bit now realizing that there was no need to use up so much energy. Soon he came upon a small hutlike building, made of sand and stone. He opened the door. "Woo. That was close." He wiped the sweat from his forehead and removed his sandles. He perked his head up as the quick sound of footsteps moved towards him. "Uh oh...." His words trailed off as he came face to face with a middle-aged (and beautiful) looking woman whose hands were now placed on her hips.
"Sorry I'm late, Mother." He anxiously laughed and rubbed the back of his head in a nervous gesture.
She tapped her foot. "Late? LATE?! Yamuki Ahmosumi Mazaki, you are more than late! Do you know how long I've been waiting here worrying about you?" She let out a hiccupped sigh and walked up to her son. Tears started to leak from her eyes.
"M-Mother, are you alright?", Yamuki hesitantly stated. His mother wrapped her arms around him, bringing him close to her body. "Mother?", he asked again. No response. Then, he heard sniffling and felt slight racks of sobs going through his mother's body.
Yamuki wrapped his arms around his mother's small frame, hoping it would ease whatever pain that caused such a mood change. Slowly, the soft sobbing stopped. "I'm sorry too, Yamuki." She lifted her face up to gaze into her taller son's eyes seeing the concern in them.
"I'm just . . . afraid. Whenever I can't watch you, I feel as if you're going to be taken away from me, just as your father was."
Yamuki's eyes half-closed, now too filled with emotion, but not of sadness. It was of anger. Anger that his father had left them, left "him". He had grown up without a father. Now in his teens, it was still hard to think about.
"Yamuki, are you -".
Yamuki shook his head and put on a false smile. "I'm alright, Mother."
His mother's cerulean blue eyes looked deep into his own blue ones and he could almost feel her pushing onto his mind to find out whether he was telling the truth or not. His body went stiff under that gaze. It was one of the only things that his mother had ever been able to spook him with whenever she felt something was up.
"Alright then."
Yamuki felt her arms go slack as she came out of the hug. He took a step back and bowed his head slightly, feeling quite embarassed.
She let out another sigh. "Supper's ready and it's on the table. I've already eaten, so I guess. . . " Her voice trailed off.
"That's alright, I'll just take it to my room." Yamuki brushed passed his startled mother and over to the kitchen. Gathering up his plate, he didn't waste anytime going to his room.
******
On his bed, Yamuki was laying down and gazing at the ceiling. Small blonde- brown tendrils of hair brushed over his forehead as the rest of his reddish- dark brown/black hair spalyed accross his pillow. In his hand he held a card. Not just any card, but a powerful and rare (very rare mind you) dragon monster card.
Yamuki's eyes glittered when he stared at the dragon's golden eyes. He looked over every area of the card almost as if he were memorizing it. He turned his head away from the card and groaned. //How will I ever get out of here. I love my mother and all, but, I've felt myself being drawn away from here. My future is calling me. I know it's not here . . .//
"Damned!", he hissed a loud. "Why can't I just do what I want to do for a change?"
He rolled over onto his side. He remembered his mother's strict rules about visiting the outside world. They lived in a remote hut on the outskirts of Thebes. As a child, he hadn't been allowed to do much as his mother worried about his safety. She would always remind him of the 'dangerous people out there' and what they would do with such a 'special child'.
He frowned at that statement. //Special? What's so special about me? Some kid that practically has no one save his mother, a dead father, and some card? Nothing special there.//
Then, he looked upwards and glanced at a photo frame. Inside the photo contained his smiling mother and himself as a baby. //Then again . . . I do have a mother.//
There came a knock at his door. "Come in."
A brown-haired head poked through the door. Then, she fully came in. "I thought you might want to talk."
Yamuki's eyes widened slightly and he sat up. "About what?"
Anzu's eyes glanced downwards then came up to meet his. "About your father, Yamuki."
Yamuki turned his head away and laughed gruffly. "What would I want to know about him?" He tried to hide the emotion laced in his voice.
"Yamuki . . ." Anzu crossed the distance between them and tentatively threaded her hand through her son's multi-colored hair. "You look so much like him. The man I loved and still love-"
Yamuki lifted his arm and brushed her hand a side. "I want nothing to do with him. Nothing!" He stood up. "I hate him!" Yamuki's hands were now clenched into fists. "I hate him..." This time he said it with much more venom in his words.
Anzu gazed in horror at her son. Tears ran down her cheeks. Turning on heel, she ran from the room.
"I hate him." This time, only the walls were listening to him.
*****
Yamuki rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He was sprawled accross the bed with the covers both on the bed and on the floor. He moaned as his eyes were filled with the burning sensation of crying. He remembered his fight with his mother. "Mother." He sobbed. He placed his head in between his hands. "What have I done?"
A loud bang disrupted him from his thoughts. "Mother!"
He jumped off the bed, threw open his door and dashed to his mother's room. He turned the handle and went inside. A cold metal object was thrust to his forehead. "Stop right there, porcupine."
Yamuki obeyed as his eyes darted around the room searching for his mother. "Come here."
A rough hand pushed him forwards. "Your precious mother is right here. Now, give us what we want and we might be willing to spare one of your pathetic lives."
"How dare you!" Yamuki spat.
The gun pushed harder against his temple and he winced. "Tut-tut. Such an attitude. Now, give us the God card, punk!"
"I don't know what you're talking about." He heard a click.
"Stop messing with us, kid.", another voice sad from accross the room, "one wrong move and the pretty lady here gets her head blown sky high."
Yamuki focused on his mother. She was tied up and apparently had been beaten. He felt the anger surge inside him.
"I'll give you to three to tell us where it is. One. . . two . . . thr-"
The hitman's voice was cut off as a bright light filled the room. "What the?" the other hitman whispered a loud. Both men found themselves frozen in place. The gun against Yamuki's head clattered to the floor.
A brown figured man materialized. His bronze skin getting a ghastly glow as the ankh-shaped object on his chest emanated the light source. Yamuki gasped in amazement.
"My prince, I've been expecting to see you."
Just then more men rushed into the room. "Get him!" One shouted. Shadi was just about to freeze them too when he felt an evil aura enter the room, keeping him firmly placed where he was. He and Yamuki could only watch in horror as the gun that had been firstly used to frighten Yamuki was now directly pointed at Anzu. "Mother!" Yamuki shouted, the fear threatening to overcome him.
A shot rang out and Anzu slumped to the floor. "Mother!"
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When Yamuki awoke, he found himself in a strange looking room. The walls were made of brick not sand and the floor was smooth not rough.
"So, you have finally awoken, my prince."
Yamuki shot straight up. "Where is my mother?! What have you done to her?! Answer me!"
Shadi's eye closed and he respectfully bowed. "She is no longer of this world, my prince. I am truly sorry."
"N-no. She can't be . . . she can't be dead!" Yamuki felt his heart lurch. //She couldn't be! She just couldn't!//. Anger and sadness beated through him as his mouth curled into a snarl.
Shadi looked at his prince once again. "You dropped this on our way out." He handed the young one a golden necklace in a heart shaped pattern. Yamuki took it and put it into his pocket.
"I'm sorry about her. It could not have been changed. Destiny was fated to cause this and caused it it did. My prince, a great evil has been unleashed upon this world. As the next ruler in line, you are expected to defeat this evil just like your father before you."
"I want nothing to do with him."
Shadi laid a hand on Yamuki's shoulder. "You have no choice in the matter, my pharaoh. It is destined for you to do this." With that, he handed him two other artifacts. "You'll be needing these."
Shadi then disappeared from sight and Yamuki felt the world swirl around him. "Wait!" he cried.
The room he was in changed to a street. Yamuki felt himself lost. He felt he was no longer in Egypt as he looked upwards at a sign that said "Welcome to Domino City."