J- Omg, I am sooooooo mad. My laptop decided to x-out the previous
document, which also happened to be my next chapter, AND I only had about
three more lines to go! Right now, I am really mad, so if this chapter
sucks, I don't really care. Ok, so maybe I do, but I'm still mad!
Author's notes: To WOLFAMANIC: Right now, my ff.net search engine isn't working, so can you just send me the link to the fic? Thanks.
Disclaimer- Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
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Yugi heard the frightened cry of Ryou. He started running down the road, thinking that Ryou might have fallen and hurt himself. Yugi and Ryou's knees were seldom showing, always covered with bandages because they constantly fell down while playing in the park or on the sidewalk.
Yugi kept running, with no sign of Ryou at all. But he kept going.
An eighth mile... a quarter mile... almost a half-mile now....
Yugi stopped, trying to get his breath back. He turned, and came face-to- face with a window, floor-to-ceiling, a window of a family-owned store.
Yugi though he had seen something flash behind him, sleek in the clear reflection of the window, but when he turned, no one was there. He passed it off as a trick of the eye.
As Yugi gave up hope, thinking that Ryou had gone home, he turned and left. The store stood innocent and silent as the night.
But what Yugi didn't see was the two eyes from inside the store, watching him, watching his every move, every step, every breath....
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Yugi Moto stomped down the stair in the afternoon sunlight. He looked very angry, and was only a few feet too short to look fifteen.
"Grandpa!" Yugi stormed, "there's so much junk up there! Why aren't you going to help me clean it out?"
"Yugi," his grandpa began, "you know that I have been having problems with my back, and I can't lift things. Please stop complaining." Yugi's grandpa was annoyed and shocked at the same time. Short, quiet, Yugi Moto almost never complained and always did as he was told, and it was basically impossible to find him in a bad mood.
"OK, Grandpa. I'm sorry." Grandpa's words took Yugi by surprise, and he felt ashamed about being so rude. Not eager to start any more fights with his grandpa, Yugi turned on his heel and walked back up to the attic with the cleaning agent in one hand, and a dust rag in the other.
"Ugh," Yugi moaned, as he looked at the attic. "It looks like no one has been up here for years." He was right. The attic had boxes upon boxes, some labeled 'plates', some 'old batteries'. Yugi walked over to the nearest one that said 'pictures.' It was scrawled in sloppy handwriting. Yugi picked it up, and opened it. He sifted through the pictures, not really looking for any in particular, but then he found one that caught his eye. It was a picture of him, at the age of ten, sitting next to another boy who was ten, and laughing. The boy had white dreadlocks, and looked oddly familiar....
It was a while before Yugi realized that he had just been standing there, just looking at the picture, trying desperately to find an answer in some hidden region of his memories. By the time he looked up, night had fallen outside of the Turtle Game Shop. Yugi reluctantly walked down the stairs, and on the last step, he turned and ran up again, grabbed the picture, and brought it to down his room. There, he put it in his sock drawer. He didn't know why he was hiding it, but he thought that he would bring up the subject of the picture to Grandpa tomorrow to see if he remembered who the little boy was.
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"Grandpa, do you remember who this boy is?" asked Yugi the next day at breakfast. "I found this picture yesterday when I was cleaning out the attic."
Grandpa's expression changed from cheerful to sharp in a matter of seconds.
"Yes," he said gravely, "I remember that boy. His name was Ryou Bakura, and you used to be good friends with him."
"What do you mean used to? I don't remember him. He can't be more then ten here, and I can remember back then. What happened to him?"
"Well, Yugi, I'll tell you, but do you promise not to go looking for him?"
"I promise," Yugi said, uncertainly.
"Ok, well, when you were ten, you and Ryou were best friends. You two would always go everywhere together. Then, one day, while you two were playing tag, something happened. Ryou went missing. He just never came home. Well, after a couple of days, his family started getting worried about him. I remember them, I even met them, poor folks. But after one month of searching endlessly, Ryou was declared dead. They still haven't found him."
"They haven't found him? He was declared DEAD!? Why can't I remember that?!?!?" Yugi was on his feet now, expressing his surprise by his actions.
"You can't remember it," continued Grandpa mournfully, "because it was so traumatic for you that you blocked it out. I remember when Ryou's folks called us and told him that he was declared dead, and I told you, you went to your room and locked yourself in and cried and refused to eat. You were really upset."
"B-but, Grandpa, isn't there a chance that Ryou is still alive?" asked Yugi nervously.
"Yes, but barely. Slim to none. Less than one percent, the detective told us. Think about it, Yugi, it's been five years. And either way, you promised not to go out looking for him.
"I know I did," said Yugi, carefully not meeting Grandpa's eye, but looking out the window instead. 'I believe', he thought, 'that it's time to break a promise to Grandpa.'
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J- Well, that's all for today, I wrote two chapters in one day, lost one of them, accidentally revealed the ending of this fic to a friend, and managed to practice my drums, all in one day... Yami J- Amazing, really, how her complicated mind works...
J-Oh, shut up. Anyway, I was at a real low-point writing this fic, so I realize how bad it must be right now, but oh well, what can you do when you're writing, using a program that you want to smash to bits? Well, for one thing, you can review...
Yami J- For another, you can cut the comedy act...
J- And you can shut up!
Yami J- No, technically I cannot because I don't want to... *they keep arguing*
*A sign flashes on that reads, 'Review!'
Author's notes: To WOLFAMANIC: Right now, my ff.net search engine isn't working, so can you just send me the link to the fic? Thanks.
Disclaimer- Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
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Yugi heard the frightened cry of Ryou. He started running down the road, thinking that Ryou might have fallen and hurt himself. Yugi and Ryou's knees were seldom showing, always covered with bandages because they constantly fell down while playing in the park or on the sidewalk.
Yugi kept running, with no sign of Ryou at all. But he kept going.
An eighth mile... a quarter mile... almost a half-mile now....
Yugi stopped, trying to get his breath back. He turned, and came face-to- face with a window, floor-to-ceiling, a window of a family-owned store.
Yugi though he had seen something flash behind him, sleek in the clear reflection of the window, but when he turned, no one was there. He passed it off as a trick of the eye.
As Yugi gave up hope, thinking that Ryou had gone home, he turned and left. The store stood innocent and silent as the night.
But what Yugi didn't see was the two eyes from inside the store, watching him, watching his every move, every step, every breath....
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Yugi Moto stomped down the stair in the afternoon sunlight. He looked very angry, and was only a few feet too short to look fifteen.
"Grandpa!" Yugi stormed, "there's so much junk up there! Why aren't you going to help me clean it out?"
"Yugi," his grandpa began, "you know that I have been having problems with my back, and I can't lift things. Please stop complaining." Yugi's grandpa was annoyed and shocked at the same time. Short, quiet, Yugi Moto almost never complained and always did as he was told, and it was basically impossible to find him in a bad mood.
"OK, Grandpa. I'm sorry." Grandpa's words took Yugi by surprise, and he felt ashamed about being so rude. Not eager to start any more fights with his grandpa, Yugi turned on his heel and walked back up to the attic with the cleaning agent in one hand, and a dust rag in the other.
"Ugh," Yugi moaned, as he looked at the attic. "It looks like no one has been up here for years." He was right. The attic had boxes upon boxes, some labeled 'plates', some 'old batteries'. Yugi walked over to the nearest one that said 'pictures.' It was scrawled in sloppy handwriting. Yugi picked it up, and opened it. He sifted through the pictures, not really looking for any in particular, but then he found one that caught his eye. It was a picture of him, at the age of ten, sitting next to another boy who was ten, and laughing. The boy had white dreadlocks, and looked oddly familiar....
It was a while before Yugi realized that he had just been standing there, just looking at the picture, trying desperately to find an answer in some hidden region of his memories. By the time he looked up, night had fallen outside of the Turtle Game Shop. Yugi reluctantly walked down the stairs, and on the last step, he turned and ran up again, grabbed the picture, and brought it to down his room. There, he put it in his sock drawer. He didn't know why he was hiding it, but he thought that he would bring up the subject of the picture to Grandpa tomorrow to see if he remembered who the little boy was.
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"Grandpa, do you remember who this boy is?" asked Yugi the next day at breakfast. "I found this picture yesterday when I was cleaning out the attic."
Grandpa's expression changed from cheerful to sharp in a matter of seconds.
"Yes," he said gravely, "I remember that boy. His name was Ryou Bakura, and you used to be good friends with him."
"What do you mean used to? I don't remember him. He can't be more then ten here, and I can remember back then. What happened to him?"
"Well, Yugi, I'll tell you, but do you promise not to go looking for him?"
"I promise," Yugi said, uncertainly.
"Ok, well, when you were ten, you and Ryou were best friends. You two would always go everywhere together. Then, one day, while you two were playing tag, something happened. Ryou went missing. He just never came home. Well, after a couple of days, his family started getting worried about him. I remember them, I even met them, poor folks. But after one month of searching endlessly, Ryou was declared dead. They still haven't found him."
"They haven't found him? He was declared DEAD!? Why can't I remember that?!?!?" Yugi was on his feet now, expressing his surprise by his actions.
"You can't remember it," continued Grandpa mournfully, "because it was so traumatic for you that you blocked it out. I remember when Ryou's folks called us and told him that he was declared dead, and I told you, you went to your room and locked yourself in and cried and refused to eat. You were really upset."
"B-but, Grandpa, isn't there a chance that Ryou is still alive?" asked Yugi nervously.
"Yes, but barely. Slim to none. Less than one percent, the detective told us. Think about it, Yugi, it's been five years. And either way, you promised not to go out looking for him.
"I know I did," said Yugi, carefully not meeting Grandpa's eye, but looking out the window instead. 'I believe', he thought, 'that it's time to break a promise to Grandpa.'
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J- Well, that's all for today, I wrote two chapters in one day, lost one of them, accidentally revealed the ending of this fic to a friend, and managed to practice my drums, all in one day... Yami J- Amazing, really, how her complicated mind works...
J-Oh, shut up. Anyway, I was at a real low-point writing this fic, so I realize how bad it must be right now, but oh well, what can you do when you're writing, using a program that you want to smash to bits? Well, for one thing, you can review...
Yami J- For another, you can cut the comedy act...
J- And you can shut up!
Yami J- No, technically I cannot because I don't want to... *they keep arguing*
*A sign flashes on that reads, 'Review!'