My Shadow In The Dark
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Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
In Weevil's P.O.V
Warnings: Child Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Slight Language, Slight Depression and Religious Consent.
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I sat in my bed, smacking the alarm clock as it went off. Oi...So tired...
I fell asleep...Really late last night. I kinda went into reminiscing. About a peaceful time, when my Mom was alive. She always used to take Weira and I outside, and she always used to dance with Weira. The smile on her face was irreplaceable. It was completely...Priceless.
A couple things played back in my mind that night. Like the day Weira was born. I'd been at the hospital, and I remember my Father had been carrying me inside, then he place me on the bed next to my Mother, his face wearing a smile...Something so unfamiliar...
My Mother was holding Weira, and she offered me to hold her. I kindof clammed up while I held her. She seemed so innocent and pure, and I just remember saying, "Hi Wei, I'm your big Bruver, and I'll a'ways protect you."
I sat up, trying not to kill myself. Why, was all too apparent to myself.
I promised her I'd always protect her, dammit! Why wasn't I there when he was beating her?! When he was taking advantage of her, because she was really young. I'm her big Brother, I'm supposed to protect her always...So...Why wasn't I there?
Pulling myself off my bed, I grabbed my glasses from my bedside, allowing my vision to clear before grabbing the extra pair of clothes Yugi's Grandfather had left for me. As I strolled passed the mirror, I stepped back, and looked a myself. There was a certain tone of disappointment in my eyes. No, not because I wasn't the greatest looking guy in the world. Well, not to most girls, anyways.
I see it this way - I'm not a total babe magnet - but hell, I'm not a conceited jerk either.
I looked disappointed, because, well, I was disappointed in myself. For not being there for her when she needed me the most. Continuing along passed the mirror, I quickly walked into the bathroom, and changed quickly, pausing as I stared myself in the mirror in the bathroom. I felt, and looked, so....Out of character.
Black jeans with a silver buckle, and an olive green T-shirt. Oh, I would be SO glad when I had enough money to buy my own clothes. Mr. Mutou had made me quit my job at the Laundromat, so now I work for the Game Shop. Great. Now I can get picked on freely. I admit it's better than getting thrown into those dryers by whoever thought it hilarious, but I really couldn't afford much.
It was for the best, I suppose. Here, my Father couldn't just jump out at me and run away. At the Laundromat, the only person with me would be Weira, and all though it's a sense of security, I don't want her to get hurt too.
It took me a while to get my thoughts back in order. It also took me a while to realize I was crying. What was on my mind that I couldn't figure out? It was this image...This image, of my Mother, cradling me when I was younger, smiling and talking to me in gibberish. How...Did I remember that?
Why was all this coming to me now? I...Wish...She was here with me. I can't imagine how much different my life would have been if she was still alive.
I wiped my tears away and put my most enthusiastic, characteristic-of-me smile on as I began down the stairs.
I looked down at the table as I stepped down the stairs, and scanned the table, noting that everyone was all ready there. Waving, I continued down the stairs, inhaling sharply. It was a new day, but...It all felt old. Hey, it's a good life, enjoy it. 'Cause you never know what tomorrow holds.
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Laying back on my bed, I stared up at the ceiling. The room was lit by the blinds open, and it was somewhat sunny.
I felt so empty. I kinda wanted to go passed that music store that they had played Eminem on the day that me and Weira had run away, just to soothe my own nerves. To clear my own conscience. I still feel like it's my fault; all of this was because I made a mistake, and hearing that my Mother had died; the words echo in my head again and again.
'It's not my fault.'
Always 'It's not my fault.' Those were my magic words, I repeat them to myself again and agan, but you know, the magic never worked.
The magic never brought my Mother back.
And it's so complicated I don't even like to think about it; I don't WANT to think about it. I want my life to be normal. I just wanna be your average unpopular bug-loving nerd with a loveable little Sister and a best friend who's obsessed with dinosaurs. Okay, maybe I wouldn't be that average after all, but still.
Who wants to be average?
I wonder sometimes, what my Mother would think about my dueling. That I was a great big champion in Duel Monsters, and that I lost to some guy who turned out to be my best friend.
It was her who got me into Duel Monsters, after all.
No, she didn't come home one day with a pack of cards. After she died, something sparked inside me. Like a detication; something for her. And that's when I heard about these big Duel Monsters tournaments. I got my first pack with the money I had saved, and the first card I saw was Insect Queen. I had all ready grown a fondness for Insects and Bugs, but seeing that...I kind of knew it was meant to be.
So I would leave home for months at a time, in attempt to win tournaments, so I could bring home money to feed Weira. My hard work finally paid off, and I became a big champion. I didn't have to worry about money then. Sure, my Dad would beat me until I couldn't even walk if he wanted money to buy a six-pack or something, but, we weren't always like this.
Once upon a time, we were a happy family.
My Father was a head of a big company that used to put Kaiba Corp to shame. Once he came down, the whole business went down with him. My Mother was a Stay-At-Home Mom, she used to stay home with Weira while I went to school during the day. We were...A great family. A family to envy; a family of great love.
Our house, and the way our family matched all together, was beautiful. That is, until my Mom died, and my Dad started drinking. We lost the house because I couildn't pay the rent, so we ended up moving into a third-rate apartment where the only thing that thrives are the Insects. Kind of cool, but creepy at the same time.
Now, we're here. We're...Well, I guess you could say that we're a lone family. Just me and Weira. But I guess I've kinda turned into a part of Yugi's family too. I'm getting over my hard spot on trusting, but I'm still working on it.
Sitting up, I found myself thinking about it again.
What would my life be like if my Mother was still alive?
"Weevil!"
I lifted my head, hearing Yugis call my voice. "Yeah?!"
"We're going to McDonald's, you wanna come?!"
"Sure! One sec!" Pulling on my sneakers, I knocked on Weira's bedroom, and almost jumped as she came out.
"I heard Yugi." I saw the faint smile she had and I kneeled down. "Come on, I'll give you a piggyback ride downstairs."
She hopped on my back and giggled as I began down the stairs. Peering out to the front hallway, I saw Yugi's gang surrounding him, and I couldn't help but let a smile come loose.
And to think, all of this just began when my Mother left that night...
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Rika: Woohoo! Weevil Plushies for Weevil'sWoman and Rin! *Hands Plushie's over via ficcie* YAAAY! I'm finally updating again. Woo. Fun. Okay. Weevil, you can answer review's for me, I have to stab Writer's Block with a spork.
Weevil: ....Mm'kay. Let's start the Review Q&A thing!
Rin - I know. It's a miracle, she updated. XD And yeah, you were. A little. Not completely, but a littttttle bit. How do I know this? I've been sneaking into the V.I.P room to listen to Rika-Chan and Kathy-Sama's plans too. Teehee. ^_^ Dun feel bad, I couldn't either. -.-; But you know, they say self defense isn't murder. Muwahaha. If you need help, Yami no Yuugi could probably send him to the Shadow Realm if he's actually sober and fighting. A little. Pssht. *Snicker*
Weira: *Clings to Weevil's back* Piggyback!
Weevil: And a warm round of applause to the cutest little Sister ever!
Weira: ^-^
Weevil: ^_^ Okay. Next review.
Weevil's Woman - Rika-Chan has to leave her home to go to school. Thank Kami Mr. Mutou is home schooling me. Thank Kami, Enma, and anyone I forgot. And yhea, Auditory Processing Disorder. *Pauses for a moment* I want contacts. T.T Stupid Rika-Chan is too cheap to buy them for me. Now, anyways. Arigatou for the compliment, Rika-Chan appreciates it. I know, poor Weira...
Weira: *Huggles Weevil*
Weevil: AWWW! *-* See! Cutest little Sister ever!
I will, don't worry. And you can help me. I don't mind sharing the violence. That prick deserves to die the most painful, slow death possible. ^^ Here's an update for you.
Since that's it, we'll see you next time. We gotta go to McDonald's! ^^
Weira: Ja! See you guys next time!
-And to think, all of this just began when my Mother left that night...-
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Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
In Weevil's P.O.V
Warnings: Child Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Slight Language, Slight Depression and Religious Consent.
~
I sat in my bed, smacking the alarm clock as it went off. Oi...So tired...
I fell asleep...Really late last night. I kinda went into reminiscing. About a peaceful time, when my Mom was alive. She always used to take Weira and I outside, and she always used to dance with Weira. The smile on her face was irreplaceable. It was completely...Priceless.
A couple things played back in my mind that night. Like the day Weira was born. I'd been at the hospital, and I remember my Father had been carrying me inside, then he place me on the bed next to my Mother, his face wearing a smile...Something so unfamiliar...
My Mother was holding Weira, and she offered me to hold her. I kindof clammed up while I held her. She seemed so innocent and pure, and I just remember saying, "Hi Wei, I'm your big Bruver, and I'll a'ways protect you."
I sat up, trying not to kill myself. Why, was all too apparent to myself.
I promised her I'd always protect her, dammit! Why wasn't I there when he was beating her?! When he was taking advantage of her, because she was really young. I'm her big Brother, I'm supposed to protect her always...So...Why wasn't I there?
Pulling myself off my bed, I grabbed my glasses from my bedside, allowing my vision to clear before grabbing the extra pair of clothes Yugi's Grandfather had left for me. As I strolled passed the mirror, I stepped back, and looked a myself. There was a certain tone of disappointment in my eyes. No, not because I wasn't the greatest looking guy in the world. Well, not to most girls, anyways.
I see it this way - I'm not a total babe magnet - but hell, I'm not a conceited jerk either.
I looked disappointed, because, well, I was disappointed in myself. For not being there for her when she needed me the most. Continuing along passed the mirror, I quickly walked into the bathroom, and changed quickly, pausing as I stared myself in the mirror in the bathroom. I felt, and looked, so....Out of character.
Black jeans with a silver buckle, and an olive green T-shirt. Oh, I would be SO glad when I had enough money to buy my own clothes. Mr. Mutou had made me quit my job at the Laundromat, so now I work for the Game Shop. Great. Now I can get picked on freely. I admit it's better than getting thrown into those dryers by whoever thought it hilarious, but I really couldn't afford much.
It was for the best, I suppose. Here, my Father couldn't just jump out at me and run away. At the Laundromat, the only person with me would be Weira, and all though it's a sense of security, I don't want her to get hurt too.
It took me a while to get my thoughts back in order. It also took me a while to realize I was crying. What was on my mind that I couldn't figure out? It was this image...This image, of my Mother, cradling me when I was younger, smiling and talking to me in gibberish. How...Did I remember that?
Why was all this coming to me now? I...Wish...She was here with me. I can't imagine how much different my life would have been if she was still alive.
I wiped my tears away and put my most enthusiastic, characteristic-of-me smile on as I began down the stairs.
I looked down at the table as I stepped down the stairs, and scanned the table, noting that everyone was all ready there. Waving, I continued down the stairs, inhaling sharply. It was a new day, but...It all felt old. Hey, it's a good life, enjoy it. 'Cause you never know what tomorrow holds.
~
Laying back on my bed, I stared up at the ceiling. The room was lit by the blinds open, and it was somewhat sunny.
I felt so empty. I kinda wanted to go passed that music store that they had played Eminem on the day that me and Weira had run away, just to soothe my own nerves. To clear my own conscience. I still feel like it's my fault; all of this was because I made a mistake, and hearing that my Mother had died; the words echo in my head again and again.
'It's not my fault.'
Always 'It's not my fault.' Those were my magic words, I repeat them to myself again and agan, but you know, the magic never worked.
The magic never brought my Mother back.
And it's so complicated I don't even like to think about it; I don't WANT to think about it. I want my life to be normal. I just wanna be your average unpopular bug-loving nerd with a loveable little Sister and a best friend who's obsessed with dinosaurs. Okay, maybe I wouldn't be that average after all, but still.
Who wants to be average?
I wonder sometimes, what my Mother would think about my dueling. That I was a great big champion in Duel Monsters, and that I lost to some guy who turned out to be my best friend.
It was her who got me into Duel Monsters, after all.
No, she didn't come home one day with a pack of cards. After she died, something sparked inside me. Like a detication; something for her. And that's when I heard about these big Duel Monsters tournaments. I got my first pack with the money I had saved, and the first card I saw was Insect Queen. I had all ready grown a fondness for Insects and Bugs, but seeing that...I kind of knew it was meant to be.
So I would leave home for months at a time, in attempt to win tournaments, so I could bring home money to feed Weira. My hard work finally paid off, and I became a big champion. I didn't have to worry about money then. Sure, my Dad would beat me until I couldn't even walk if he wanted money to buy a six-pack or something, but, we weren't always like this.
Once upon a time, we were a happy family.
My Father was a head of a big company that used to put Kaiba Corp to shame. Once he came down, the whole business went down with him. My Mother was a Stay-At-Home Mom, she used to stay home with Weira while I went to school during the day. We were...A great family. A family to envy; a family of great love.
Our house, and the way our family matched all together, was beautiful. That is, until my Mom died, and my Dad started drinking. We lost the house because I couildn't pay the rent, so we ended up moving into a third-rate apartment where the only thing that thrives are the Insects. Kind of cool, but creepy at the same time.
Now, we're here. We're...Well, I guess you could say that we're a lone family. Just me and Weira. But I guess I've kinda turned into a part of Yugi's family too. I'm getting over my hard spot on trusting, but I'm still working on it.
Sitting up, I found myself thinking about it again.
What would my life be like if my Mother was still alive?
"Weevil!"
I lifted my head, hearing Yugis call my voice. "Yeah?!"
"We're going to McDonald's, you wanna come?!"
"Sure! One sec!" Pulling on my sneakers, I knocked on Weira's bedroom, and almost jumped as she came out.
"I heard Yugi." I saw the faint smile she had and I kneeled down. "Come on, I'll give you a piggyback ride downstairs."
She hopped on my back and giggled as I began down the stairs. Peering out to the front hallway, I saw Yugi's gang surrounding him, and I couldn't help but let a smile come loose.
And to think, all of this just began when my Mother left that night...
~
Rika: Woohoo! Weevil Plushies for Weevil'sWoman and Rin! *Hands Plushie's over via ficcie* YAAAY! I'm finally updating again. Woo. Fun. Okay. Weevil, you can answer review's for me, I have to stab Writer's Block with a spork.
Weevil: ....Mm'kay. Let's start the Review Q&A thing!
Rin - I know. It's a miracle, she updated. XD And yeah, you were. A little. Not completely, but a littttttle bit. How do I know this? I've been sneaking into the V.I.P room to listen to Rika-Chan and Kathy-Sama's plans too. Teehee. ^_^ Dun feel bad, I couldn't either. -.-; But you know, they say self defense isn't murder. Muwahaha. If you need help, Yami no Yuugi could probably send him to the Shadow Realm if he's actually sober and fighting. A little. Pssht. *Snicker*
Weira: *Clings to Weevil's back* Piggyback!
Weevil: And a warm round of applause to the cutest little Sister ever!
Weira: ^-^
Weevil: ^_^ Okay. Next review.
Weevil's Woman - Rika-Chan has to leave her home to go to school. Thank Kami Mr. Mutou is home schooling me. Thank Kami, Enma, and anyone I forgot. And yhea, Auditory Processing Disorder. *Pauses for a moment* I want contacts. T.T Stupid Rika-Chan is too cheap to buy them for me. Now, anyways. Arigatou for the compliment, Rika-Chan appreciates it. I know, poor Weira...
Weira: *Huggles Weevil*
Weevil: AWWW! *-* See! Cutest little Sister ever!
I will, don't worry. And you can help me. I don't mind sharing the violence. That prick deserves to die the most painful, slow death possible. ^^ Here's an update for you.
Since that's it, we'll see you next time. We gotta go to McDonald's! ^^
Weira: Ja! See you guys next time!
-And to think, all of this just began when my Mother left that night...-