My Shadow In The Dark
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Summary: Sometimes a person isn't who they seem. "I'm Weevil Underwood, Insect Duelist Extraordinaire!" And even if they are. Everyone has dark secrets.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
In Weevil's P.O.V
Warnings: Child Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Slight Language and Slight Depression.
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I opened my eyes and saw Weira still sleeping, leaning against my arm. Bless her. I don't know how she puts up with it. I barely can.
I picked up my ant farm and sat looking at it contentedly.
It amazing how all the ants unite into one colony. All helping eachother, working together, becoming almost...Just one. They were all different, and yet they were all the same. They accepted eachother for their differences.
Just like me and Weira did. But nobody else accepted us. Weira went to school sometimes, and every time she would have to go to the nurse's office to get crackers and juice for lunch.
She was in Third grade, and she already had the IQ of a Seventh grader. But if I chose to let her go up to the grade she SHOULD go in, it meant more expenses. It meant that she would need a bigger backpack, bigger binder, notebooks, folders and dividers for every class, a dictionary for Japanese, a dictionary for foreign language, a scientific calculator for Math, the cost of textbooks, book covers...It was just too much.
I knew she wanted to go really bad. But I wanted to move up to Twlefth grade really bad too. They had offered it to me, but it meant more money. Right now I'm in Eigth grade, and skipping 4 grades so I could graduate highschool and get a decent job would be great, but...The money...We're just too tight on money.
And it isn't fair, I know. We both deserve a better education, but we're brother and sister, and I don't wanna lose her to some family who's not going to respect her.
I quickly got up and shoved my jacket on, still holding the ant farm in my hand and the duel disk on my arm. I picked her up and began to walk down the street, her jacket covering her like a blanket.
"Weira...Hungry?"
I felt her faint nod on my shoulder.
I smiled and stopped infront of a McDonalds. "How about breakfast, Weira?"
"Sure." I bent down and let her go, allowing her to fall to the ground. She took my ant farm and grabbed my hand, as we walked inside. I pulled a 20 out of my pocket and ignored the points and giggles. Weira did too. Actually, I remember once when she was younger, some kids were making fun of me, and I was getting really embarassed. Then she walked over to one of them, beat the crap out of them, and walked back to me, smiling innocently.
Good times, good times. Weira seemed a lot like me, quiet and sneaky. And then there are the times when she'll do something that makes me think, 'Man, this girl had spunk!'
I smiled down at her and stood in line, moving up. I paused as this enormous guy walked over to me, overcasting me with his shadow. "Can I help you, enormousy bug-brained?"
The tall teenager grunted, shooting cold glares at me. "If you wanna keep thos glasses in tact, I suggest you let me borrow a few bucks."
"NO WAY!"
"GIVE IT!"
And here she goes again. Weira tugged on the jock's shirt, catching his attention. She then flipped him off and punched him where the sun don't shine, whistling 'Ultimate' by Lindsay Lohan as she latched onto my leg.
The guy fell to his knees, holding himself. Hehehe...Toldja she had spunk. The cashier's didn't care, all they wanted was money. Peh. Idiot roaches.
Just like my Father. Idiots. My Father was a worthless bastard who didn't care about anyone but himself. I wish Mother were here. Me and Weira wouldn't be in this predicament. Weira wouldn't look malnutritioned. I wouldn't get dehydrated as often as I do.
Yes, I get dehydrated, so sue me. You try drinking fluids just twice a week! Just try it. I dare you to. You won't make it.
Well, I'm getting kinda off subject.
"WEEVIL!"
I looked up from where I had sat down with Weira and saw Yugi and Co. I glared at them but decided to keep my cool infront of Weira.
Weira quickly popped under the table from her side to my side, and they all sat down in the seats across from me.
Ryou Bakura, Yugi Mutou, Joey Wheeler, Tristan Taylor and Tea Gardner. Great, now they're all gonna embarass me infront of my ittle sister. Joy. She doesn't know I cheat to win. And if she did, she'd be really disappointed and devastated. I'm her role model, and she would never be able to look me in the eyes again.
She put the ant farm on the table and studied it closely, completely entertained.
Yugi looked at me. "So, Weevil, where are you gonna stay? With your mom?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but my Mother is dead."
Weira looked up at Ryou, who was sitting across from her. He smiled gently and leaned over, looking at it. "Where's the Queen Ant?"
Weira smiled and pointed to one infectiously large ant. It kinda wanted to smile, too. It wasn't very often she interacted with anyone besides me. Let alone someone who was actually interested in bugs. It was just probably some big scheme to embarass me, or make "peace." Peace is for the weak. When I need money, I get it, whether I have to cheat or not.
Joey kicked me from under the table and I winced, kicking him back. Jerk. I bet he wanted me to have a sudden outburst and cuss him out infront of Weira. But I'm a good big brother and I think with my head! Yes...Okay, maybe not always.
But when I was on top, everyone knew me. Some people even idolized me, and I always had money. Then Rex defeated me, and for some reason we became real good friends. But then I lost everything. The money, the fame, the fans...
And Rex got rich-er than he already was. I know it had to have been embarassing for Weira to have watched me lose on National TV. But she never lost confidence in me. That's why I never gave up. Because she always wanted me to keep going, no matter how tough things got.
I got sympathetic glances from all of them, save Joey, who was too busy atending to his boo-boo.
Yugi looked at me seriously, then. "Well where are you gonna stay? Aren't you gonna go to Foster Care?"
Weira turned white at the mention. I immediately felt her wrap her arms around mines tight, as if she was afraid someone was gonna snatch her right then and there. I glared at him. "We don't need Foster Care, Yugi. We're fine. I can support her fine by myself."
"Oh come on, Weevil," Tea looked at me. "Maybe you can stay at Yugi's house!"
"No chance in death." I sighed and picked Weira up along with the ant farm. She layed her head on my shoulder and I smiled. Little kids are so adorable. And I admit no one thought of me as the "Big Brother" type, that I'm sure.
I handed her the Ant Farm and she waved at Ryou, happy she had made a new accquaintance. I'm happy she had too, but it would've been better if it was someone that didn't have anything to do with Yugi. Oh well. Now-a-days you take what you get.
We walked out onto the street, solemnly. It was cold, and it was just getting colder.
Maybe one day, we'll find out that my mom really IS alive. Maybe one day, there'll be a family who finds us on the streets, and wants to take us both in. I wish Rex were here. He'd probably let me stay over. But he lives a couple towns away, probably about 67 miles from here.
I paused in mid walk as I heard a song playing in a music store. It was 'Hailie's Song' by Eminem. Yes, I listen to rap, so sue me. Eminem happens to be my favorite musical artist. Hailie's Song reminds me a lot of me and Weira.
No matter how many fights me and my Father would get it, I would never leave, I would suck it up for Weira's sake. Weira's my little sister, and I love her more than anything else.
Weira noticed I stopped and also began listening. She smiled and began whispering the words in the melody. Weira was a great singer, she just didn't believe it when anyone told her. She really didn't care about fame, she didn't wanna be like the singers everyone idolizes on TV. She wanted to be herself. And she wanted to know she would always have me there by her side.
I actually read a few poems I managed to find of hers. Father had spilt beer, or ripped most of them, but there were a few that I found. The first time I read one, I realized how much stress Father was putting on her. Because when I wasn't there, she wrote the poems.
And they all have to deal with suicide.
I sighed as the song ended. And then another one of Eminem's songs came on. 'Cleanin' Out My Closet'.
It was almost opposite with my life. But I do know one part imaprticular. When my Mother died, my Father told me he wished it was me that died, not her. It hurt, but I got over it.
Because I realized my Father is a worthless bastard without my Mother.
I continued down the street. It was beginning to rain. I still wonder if police will find it fishy if a kid my age is wandering the streets, carrying his sister, going seemlessly nowhere.
And it's almost as if they answer my question, as a cop car pulls over next to me.
"Son, where are your parents?"
And I just froze. It couldn't be...It just couldn't.........
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Rika: Yet another chapter about Weevil. Hope you liked it. I kinda had Writers' Block, but thankfully I was able to overcome it. I'm so happy, I already got 3 Complimentary reviews!
Kathy - I don't think you've ever bashed Weevil anyways. Well, atleast not that I've seen. _ But yeah, this story tells you, that you can't really label someone as something until you've walked a mile in their shoes. Can you imagine having someone tell you they wish you were dead? I know what it feels like, honest to god it hurts. And he also said he got over it, which I have yet to do. Especially when it's your grandmother saying it to you...*Clears her throat* Anyways...
T Bond - How'd I know you'd say that? Mental Case. lol. And yes, it does make you feel bad for him. See? Toldja it'd make you have a different perspective on Weevil now. I win. That goes to anyone. Whether you like him or not, you gotta feel bad for this guy.
Moku-Chan - Well duh it was a beautiful story! I wrote it! ...I mean, thanks. This is truly an original piece of art! And Courtney WOULD'VE reviewed if she had a screen name...Okay, not that you know her, anyways...But truly now, I had a lot of pride being a part of this fic. Actually, being the only part in this fic besides Weevil and the characters. And yes, Joey is mean. Note to anyone who reads it, that hasto do with...Not this fic, something else...
Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'll update soon. Probably tomorrow, since I have the day off today. Maybe even later today. Bye. ^_^
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Summary: Sometimes a person isn't who they seem. "I'm Weevil Underwood, Insect Duelist Extraordinaire!" And even if they are. Everyone has dark secrets.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
In Weevil's P.O.V
Warnings: Child Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Slight Language and Slight Depression.
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I opened my eyes and saw Weira still sleeping, leaning against my arm. Bless her. I don't know how she puts up with it. I barely can.
I picked up my ant farm and sat looking at it contentedly.
It amazing how all the ants unite into one colony. All helping eachother, working together, becoming almost...Just one. They were all different, and yet they were all the same. They accepted eachother for their differences.
Just like me and Weira did. But nobody else accepted us. Weira went to school sometimes, and every time she would have to go to the nurse's office to get crackers and juice for lunch.
She was in Third grade, and she already had the IQ of a Seventh grader. But if I chose to let her go up to the grade she SHOULD go in, it meant more expenses. It meant that she would need a bigger backpack, bigger binder, notebooks, folders and dividers for every class, a dictionary for Japanese, a dictionary for foreign language, a scientific calculator for Math, the cost of textbooks, book covers...It was just too much.
I knew she wanted to go really bad. But I wanted to move up to Twlefth grade really bad too. They had offered it to me, but it meant more money. Right now I'm in Eigth grade, and skipping 4 grades so I could graduate highschool and get a decent job would be great, but...The money...We're just too tight on money.
And it isn't fair, I know. We both deserve a better education, but we're brother and sister, and I don't wanna lose her to some family who's not going to respect her.
I quickly got up and shoved my jacket on, still holding the ant farm in my hand and the duel disk on my arm. I picked her up and began to walk down the street, her jacket covering her like a blanket.
"Weira...Hungry?"
I felt her faint nod on my shoulder.
I smiled and stopped infront of a McDonalds. "How about breakfast, Weira?"
"Sure." I bent down and let her go, allowing her to fall to the ground. She took my ant farm and grabbed my hand, as we walked inside. I pulled a 20 out of my pocket and ignored the points and giggles. Weira did too. Actually, I remember once when she was younger, some kids were making fun of me, and I was getting really embarassed. Then she walked over to one of them, beat the crap out of them, and walked back to me, smiling innocently.
Good times, good times. Weira seemed a lot like me, quiet and sneaky. And then there are the times when she'll do something that makes me think, 'Man, this girl had spunk!'
I smiled down at her and stood in line, moving up. I paused as this enormous guy walked over to me, overcasting me with his shadow. "Can I help you, enormousy bug-brained?"
The tall teenager grunted, shooting cold glares at me. "If you wanna keep thos glasses in tact, I suggest you let me borrow a few bucks."
"NO WAY!"
"GIVE IT!"
And here she goes again. Weira tugged on the jock's shirt, catching his attention. She then flipped him off and punched him where the sun don't shine, whistling 'Ultimate' by Lindsay Lohan as she latched onto my leg.
The guy fell to his knees, holding himself. Hehehe...Toldja she had spunk. The cashier's didn't care, all they wanted was money. Peh. Idiot roaches.
Just like my Father. Idiots. My Father was a worthless bastard who didn't care about anyone but himself. I wish Mother were here. Me and Weira wouldn't be in this predicament. Weira wouldn't look malnutritioned. I wouldn't get dehydrated as often as I do.
Yes, I get dehydrated, so sue me. You try drinking fluids just twice a week! Just try it. I dare you to. You won't make it.
Well, I'm getting kinda off subject.
"WEEVIL!"
I looked up from where I had sat down with Weira and saw Yugi and Co. I glared at them but decided to keep my cool infront of Weira.
Weira quickly popped under the table from her side to my side, and they all sat down in the seats across from me.
Ryou Bakura, Yugi Mutou, Joey Wheeler, Tristan Taylor and Tea Gardner. Great, now they're all gonna embarass me infront of my ittle sister. Joy. She doesn't know I cheat to win. And if she did, she'd be really disappointed and devastated. I'm her role model, and she would never be able to look me in the eyes again.
She put the ant farm on the table and studied it closely, completely entertained.
Yugi looked at me. "So, Weevil, where are you gonna stay? With your mom?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but my Mother is dead."
Weira looked up at Ryou, who was sitting across from her. He smiled gently and leaned over, looking at it. "Where's the Queen Ant?"
Weira smiled and pointed to one infectiously large ant. It kinda wanted to smile, too. It wasn't very often she interacted with anyone besides me. Let alone someone who was actually interested in bugs. It was just probably some big scheme to embarass me, or make "peace." Peace is for the weak. When I need money, I get it, whether I have to cheat or not.
Joey kicked me from under the table and I winced, kicking him back. Jerk. I bet he wanted me to have a sudden outburst and cuss him out infront of Weira. But I'm a good big brother and I think with my head! Yes...Okay, maybe not always.
But when I was on top, everyone knew me. Some people even idolized me, and I always had money. Then Rex defeated me, and for some reason we became real good friends. But then I lost everything. The money, the fame, the fans...
And Rex got rich-er than he already was. I know it had to have been embarassing for Weira to have watched me lose on National TV. But she never lost confidence in me. That's why I never gave up. Because she always wanted me to keep going, no matter how tough things got.
I got sympathetic glances from all of them, save Joey, who was too busy atending to his boo-boo.
Yugi looked at me seriously, then. "Well where are you gonna stay? Aren't you gonna go to Foster Care?"
Weira turned white at the mention. I immediately felt her wrap her arms around mines tight, as if she was afraid someone was gonna snatch her right then and there. I glared at him. "We don't need Foster Care, Yugi. We're fine. I can support her fine by myself."
"Oh come on, Weevil," Tea looked at me. "Maybe you can stay at Yugi's house!"
"No chance in death." I sighed and picked Weira up along with the ant farm. She layed her head on my shoulder and I smiled. Little kids are so adorable. And I admit no one thought of me as the "Big Brother" type, that I'm sure.
I handed her the Ant Farm and she waved at Ryou, happy she had made a new accquaintance. I'm happy she had too, but it would've been better if it was someone that didn't have anything to do with Yugi. Oh well. Now-a-days you take what you get.
We walked out onto the street, solemnly. It was cold, and it was just getting colder.
Maybe one day, we'll find out that my mom really IS alive. Maybe one day, there'll be a family who finds us on the streets, and wants to take us both in. I wish Rex were here. He'd probably let me stay over. But he lives a couple towns away, probably about 67 miles from here.
I paused in mid walk as I heard a song playing in a music store. It was 'Hailie's Song' by Eminem. Yes, I listen to rap, so sue me. Eminem happens to be my favorite musical artist. Hailie's Song reminds me a lot of me and Weira.
No matter how many fights me and my Father would get it, I would never leave, I would suck it up for Weira's sake. Weira's my little sister, and I love her more than anything else.
Weira noticed I stopped and also began listening. She smiled and began whispering the words in the melody. Weira was a great singer, she just didn't believe it when anyone told her. She really didn't care about fame, she didn't wanna be like the singers everyone idolizes on TV. She wanted to be herself. And she wanted to know she would always have me there by her side.
I actually read a few poems I managed to find of hers. Father had spilt beer, or ripped most of them, but there were a few that I found. The first time I read one, I realized how much stress Father was putting on her. Because when I wasn't there, she wrote the poems.
And they all have to deal with suicide.
I sighed as the song ended. And then another one of Eminem's songs came on. 'Cleanin' Out My Closet'.
It was almost opposite with my life. But I do know one part imaprticular. When my Mother died, my Father told me he wished it was me that died, not her. It hurt, but I got over it.
Because I realized my Father is a worthless bastard without my Mother.
I continued down the street. It was beginning to rain. I still wonder if police will find it fishy if a kid my age is wandering the streets, carrying his sister, going seemlessly nowhere.
And it's almost as if they answer my question, as a cop car pulls over next to me.
"Son, where are your parents?"
And I just froze. It couldn't be...It just couldn't.........
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Rika: Yet another chapter about Weevil. Hope you liked it. I kinda had Writers' Block, but thankfully I was able to overcome it. I'm so happy, I already got 3 Complimentary reviews!
Kathy - I don't think you've ever bashed Weevil anyways. Well, atleast not that I've seen. _ But yeah, this story tells you, that you can't really label someone as something until you've walked a mile in their shoes. Can you imagine having someone tell you they wish you were dead? I know what it feels like, honest to god it hurts. And he also said he got over it, which I have yet to do. Especially when it's your grandmother saying it to you...*Clears her throat* Anyways...
T Bond - How'd I know you'd say that? Mental Case. lol. And yes, it does make you feel bad for him. See? Toldja it'd make you have a different perspective on Weevil now. I win. That goes to anyone. Whether you like him or not, you gotta feel bad for this guy.
Moku-Chan - Well duh it was a beautiful story! I wrote it! ...I mean, thanks. This is truly an original piece of art! And Courtney WOULD'VE reviewed if she had a screen name...Okay, not that you know her, anyways...But truly now, I had a lot of pride being a part of this fic. Actually, being the only part in this fic besides Weevil and the characters. And yes, Joey is mean. Note to anyone who reads it, that hasto do with...Not this fic, something else...
Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'll update soon. Probably tomorrow, since I have the day off today. Maybe even later today. Bye. ^_^