This fanfiction is based on a true story. It's about life and death, love and friendship. It is about one boy's dream, another's wish, and the miracle nobody can explain.
I hope you like it. Please don't give up reading after just the first paragraph. It was meant to inspire people, to give hope, and most of all, to prove that, sometimes, love can conquer all.
Of course, this is only the introduction because if nobody is interested, then there is no reason for me to continue.
As for the pairings, they are Yami/Yugi and Bakura/Ryou. Not at first, but love is never sudden. Love blossoms slowly, starting out as a tiny bud, then growing into a beautiful rose.
Please read and review.
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Yami got on the bus with his best friend, Bakura, running a hand through his flaxen bangs, trying to get rid of all the snow flakes that were lodged there. He hated the snow. It was always so wet and cold. But, then again, Bakura liked the snow. He'd never miss an opportunity to chuck a snow ball at some unsuspecting victim.
On the way to their seats, Bakura shoved a white-haired boy out of the way, growling menacingly. He hated it when people blocked his way.
The white-haired boy, known as Ryou, gave a frightened squeak as Bakura passed. He backed up, his large, brown eyes wide. Nobody ever messed wth Bakura and lived. But Bakura did not pick a fight. Instead, he sat down next to Yami and began to engage in a aggressive conversation. Sighing shakily, Ryou sat down next to his best friend, Yugi Motou. It was a dreary Monday morning and already he wished for the weekend.
"So Yugi, how was your first foot ball game?" He asked, cheerfully.
Yugi gave an exhausted sigh. "I think I was the reason we lost."
Ryou gave a sad smile and said, "Well, you gave it your best shot. That's ok, you'll do better next time."
The smaller boy shook his head, "Nobody on the team likes me! Yami hates me too…"
Ryou frowned. Yugi had a crush on Yami ever since fifth grade. And now that they were juniors, the crush still hadn't faded away. But he couldn't blame Yugi for idolizing Yami. Afterall, it was Yugi's greatest wish to play professional football. And Yami was the star of the team.
Yami and Bakura sat in the back, snickering over how wussy the new member of the football team was. It was obvious that the only reason Yugi got in was because he was small enough to squeeze through the other players. And even this pathetic attempt of an explanation did not fully justify why the little, pale boy was allowed to play alongside the two star players of the Domino High's football team. Yami was the star quarterback and Bakura…well…Bakura practically scared the living hell out of any person on the opposite team.
But mistakes like Yugi made the team look bad. And Yami and Bakura were NOT going to put up with it.
"Hey…how about we get him at lunch?" Bakura suggested, smirking. He was sure that with a few threats and a little punch, Yugi would wet his pants and go home crying. And quit the team for good.
"Sure," Yami agreed, leaning back in his seat. Piece of cake.
***
The bell rang, signifying the start of lunch. Yugi, among other students, rushed out of the class room, followed closely by Ryou. Together, they made their way towards the lunch court.
"Hey, Yugi!" Yami shouted across the hall.
Yugi's ears perked up, and he turned around. Did Yami just talk to him?
Ryou turned around as well, wondering why Yugi had stopped.
"Come here! We wanna talk to you!" Yami yelled, motioning for Yugi to join him and Bakura at their table.
Yugi gave a surprised gasp, and would have skipped happily over to Yami, if it wasn't for Ryou's death-grip on his scarf.
"Ryou! LET GO!" Yugi begged, looking up at his friend.
"Yugi…I have a bad feeling about this," Ryou said worridly, glancing over at Bakura, who was cracking his knuckles.
"What are you talking about?! They just wanna talk to me!" Yugi pouted, trying to wrench his scarf out of Ryou's grasp.
Bakura shook his head and called out, "You, with the white hair! You can come too!"
Yugi smiled triumphantly as Ryou's fingers loosened on the thick material. Grabbing Ryou's hand, Yugi said excitedly, "Come on! Let's go!"
It was rare for Yugi to be happy. Ryou raised his hands in submission, and followed Yugi who was beaming with pride that Yami had invited him over to their table.
***
"Itaiiii!" Yugi cried, as Yami's fist connected with his jaw, while Bakura held Ryou back.
"Hmmm. That didn't even hurt my hand," Yami commented, smirking. Bakura let go of Ryou's arms.
"YUGI!" Ryou shouted, rushing over to where his friend lay unconscious on the ground.
Bakura stared at Yugi, jabbing him in the side with a leather boot. "Passed out already?!" he mused, shaking his head.
"You BASTARDS! You don't even KNOW!" Ryou spat. Cursing was so very uncharacteristic of the normally reticent boy, but he was now boiling with rage. Didn't he warn Yugi!? Why didn't he listen to his own advice?!
"Don't know what?" Bakura asked, curiously.
Ryou glared and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the football coach himself.
"YAMI! BAKURA! Don't think I didn't see that!" Mr. Wells yelled.
Bakura rolled his eyes, and Yami snorted.
"Ok, ok. A week of detention, I got it. I'll never do it again," Yami said dully.
The coach narrowed his eyes, his gaze flickering towards Yugi who began to stir.
"No," Mr. Wells said firmly, "Not this time. Yami, I want you to spend a week with Yugi. See how his life is. And I hope that you will think twice the next time something like this happens. And you!" He turned to Bakura, "I want you to do the same with Ryou."
"WHAT!?" Bakura and Ryou shouted in unison.
"I don't think that's fair!" Bakura said.
"You've gotta be kidding me. Spend a week with YUGI!?" Yami finally spoke, glaring at the football coach.
"Do it, or you're off the team. Do I make myself CLEAR?!" The coach left the four boys, not waiting for an answer.
***
"This is your fault, you know," Yami told Yugi. He lay sprawled out on Yugi's bed. He checked the time. 4:30. Yami glanced around his surroundings. Yugi had the babiest room he'd ever seen. Toys littered the ground and they were watching Hamtaro. The only thing Yami approved of in the entire room was the posters of famous foot ball players that were on the walls.
Yugi held a pack of ice to his jaw, and looked to the ground. "I'm sorry. I'll quit the team if you want me to."
Yami sighed, "You could at least TRY to get better before the next game. I guess I could help you work out or something. Better than sitting here in your room watching this crap." He turned off the T.V. and threw a nearby football at the petite boy. The football collided with Yugi's forehead and bounced back into Yami's hands.
"Ow…" Yugi said meekly, rubbing the sore spot.
"Damn, you really ARE hopeless," Yami said, resting his chin on his hand. Guess we'll have to take you to the gym to build up your scrawny muscles.
"What is that I hear about a gym?" Yugi's grandpa asked, walking into the room.
"We're just gonna lift some weights, nothing to worry about," Yami said.
"Now, now…," Yugi's grandfather said, worriedly, "Yugi…I can't believe I let you join the football team. But now you want to start working out? I can't let you do that, my boy."
"GEEZ! No wonder Yugi's a shrimp! You don't let him do anything!" Yami chastised.
"But Yami, surely you understand!"
"NO, GRANDPA! DON'T!" Yugi begged.
"Yami…Yugi has cancer. He can't overexert himself or else…." The elderly man trailed off.
"Cancer?" Yami repeated, staring at Yugi who's eyes were welling up with tears.
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