Haku: Hmm... we've been on the Idea train for awhile now.
Y. Haku; I'm just glad we're out of the Image nation.
Yugi: Yeah. That place was terrible, especially those fan-girls.
Haku: who would have thought walking ceiling fans would be so dangerous?
Random Donkey: All the Fan-girls around here are rabid and attack strangers.
Haku; Oh shut up, smart ass, I wasn't asking you.
Smart Ass: How did you know my name?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the following things:
The song Soldier by Eminem, and Yu-gi-oh! And many other things as well, but those are the two important ones.
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I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
The young boy ran throughout the classroom, his high pitched giggle shrilly piercing the vented up atmosphere. He ducked behind a desk, still giggling, and hiding from the slightly infuriated teacher who had been given the task of catching the speedy youngster. "ATEMU!" The teacher cried, exasperated as the boy ducked between her legs and shot out the classroom door. Every day was the same for the two, The bell would go, and everyone would leave, except for young Atemu, who she had fondly taken to calling 'Mu' He would sit, patiently waiting until his sister came, or until he got bored. More often than not, it was the second option that came first.
Yo... Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns, Never was a gangsta, till I graduated to one
And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin'
Took the image of a thug,
Kept s**t appealin'
The boy giggled and ran, the teacher hot on his trail, though she could have caught him in an instant, was she trying. The boy raced forward into the grounds, laughing happily as he stopped to watch a butterfly pass overhead. The boy was very friendly and happy, most of the time. He had a fascination with nature and the least of creatures, like caterpillars, or ants. The type that most people would dismiss as unimportant. And his innocence was contagious. Whenever she was around the young boy, inside her, a feeling of ease awoke. It was probably while she enjoyed teaching the brilliant 5 year old so much. He was so bright, he had been skipped up a grade, but he still was the top of the class, and made friends easily.
Willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death, never live to regret what I said
When you're me, people just wanna see, if it's true, if it's you, what you say in your raps, what you do
So they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfil, when they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real
In confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're in violation, any hesitation'll get you killed
She snuck up on him, as usual, but as usual, it was no use, for the boy had the sharpest ears of anyone she'd ever known. He turned and grinned. "I win Miss Kelly, I win!" He bounced up and down enthusiastically, ducking past her and running back inside, back to the class, now to finally wait for his sister. She smiled, following the small boy once more, back into the classroom. "Sharni!" Miss Kelly heard the joyful exclamation coming from just inside the building. She smiled, the boy's sister was there at last. As much as she liked looking after the bright boy, he was a bit of a handful. She didn't know how his sister put up with raising him on her own. There was a large age gap, true, but Sharni had taken on all the responsibilities of an adult since the two's parents had died.
If you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it
Bein' reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it
Till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze...
Sharni had never elated on that fact, and out of tact, Miss Kelly had never asked. She only knew that the two had been moved from Egypt to Japan, when the government had let them become refugees. The terrorism over there was something horrible, and Miss Kelly guessed it was how the boy's parents had died. The girl had been 15 when Atemu was born, and 18 when her parents had died. Old enough to know and understand. Atemu on the other hand had only been 3, so he didn't know his parents, and was probably going to be grateful for that fact when he was older, and the more painful of his experiences would haunt him on cold nights, like they seemed to do to the bright and bubbly Sharni, though she would never tell anyone about it.
"Have you been annoying Miss Kelly again, little king?" The girl asked of her brother, grinning from ear to ear at the bundle in her arms. He poked his tongue out at her, but in a way that it showed all of his love for his older sister.
"I won." He said simply, jumping down from her arms, and peering through her legs. "Who's that?" He had asked, just as simply, before a loud booming noise rang through the air, and before the teacher and the boy's eyes, Sharni had crumpled.
I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or stumble
I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble
I shot up, a cold film of sweat covering my half naked body. Shocked out of my dream by the cold wind playing across my face no doubt, I stood up to close the window, looking out over the city, towards Tokyo, where I had lived from the ages 3 to 5. It was one of the periods of my life I had tried to shut off from my memories. It reminded me of happiness I had had, not the despair that was constantly with me now.
I sighed. It was no good dwelling on the past, but on the present, more importantly, my mission.
Yugi. The boy seemed so naïve, but I don't think he really was. He had a sense that he understood everything around him, in his own, individual way. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. The boy intrigued me, it's true. I couldn't put him in a box like I could all the others. I couldn't put him in a box marked smart, funny... trusting... angry... bad tempered, He just wouldn't fit wherever I tried. It puzzled me to no end, how one boy could consume my thoughts and intrigue me so. He reminded me of me. I realised, of what I used to be. Something innocent, something to be protected. But how could I protect him, from myself?
I shook my head and moved away from the window, slipping under the covers of my bed once more. That was tomorrow's problem.
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Haku: Sorry about the shortness of this chapter. Think of it as a kind of 'step to the side...
Y. Haku: As for the actual plot, it will continue NEXT Chapter.
Yugi: Fluff gonna begin soon too!
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Spiritual Winds-
Yugi: FINALLY! Someone who thinks on my level!
Haku: Shush you! There will be fluff soon... I promise.
Authoraisarete- Send em' to me okies? I'm glad someone decided to enter! They sound really good! -hug-
Kikoru-
Yugi: FOUR months? I just can't wait that long! -cries-
Yami: -appears out of nowhere- What's wrong Aibou?
Yugi: They were picking on me!
Haku: Uh oh... -takes one look at Yami, who looks ready to kill.- Time to run away now...
Saiyan Jedi- That was a low blow... oh well. -runs off to check out the wallpapers-
Yugi: You mean she's not going to defend me?
Y. Haku: Doesn't look it...
It'sHardToBelieve- lol. I enjoy being unpredictable. But anyways, my Eng-lit instincts kick in when I proof read... And it's like... 'Hey! That doesn't say what I wanted it to say!' It makes me twitch. -twitch-
Y. Haku: So now I proofread instead. WHY MUST I DO ALL THE EVIL JOBS???
Tati1- Sorry to hear about your net... but that's what my email's for! Thanks for the review, and you will find out what Kura did to Ryou, eventually...
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Haku: Okay, you got your next chapter, so Read and Review!
Y. Haku: And for future reference, songs will only come about when Yami is dreaming/ the song is actually playing.
Haku: And in the dreams, the songs may not nessecarily fit the context of the dream, but they will always have something to do with Yami's character. Okies?