AN: Whoo hoo! First story posted here. Mentions of cutting, character death
(sorry guys) and what, one? swear word. Slightly AU, but trust me nothing
too bad. I just had to change things a bit so my story would actually work.
I'd like to know if you guys liked this and if I should continue it. I'm
not too sure. It's kinda iffy in my opinion. But hey, I write for other
people's enjoyment (along with my own ) so let me know if you like! By
the way, the beginning is an inside joke between me and my friends so it's
kinda... odd. But it does get sadder and more angsty later on!
Chapter 1: Fun, Games, and an Unknown Memory
Yami's POV
It was a normal day for us. We were planning on going to the mall wearing women's clothing to see how many weird looks we'd get. It was Tristan's turn to wear the pink frilly dress, mine to take the pictures, and Duke's to count the funny looks. Serenity and Teá tagged along and though they talked about how odd it was to do this just so we could be made fun of, they came everytime and seemed to enjoy themselves all the same. Bakura had an important soccer game and the Kaibas were off doing some corporation thing, so they wouldn't be joining us. Oh well. They're going to have to come next time. It's Joey's turn to wear the dress and I know none of them would miss it for the world.
Before leaving we all gathered together at my house so Tristan could change. It was a rule that I should be the holder of the almighty dress because I lived furthest away from the mall, which meant a longer walk and more embarrassment to the poor cross-dressing person. After the usual laugh and goodbye from my grandpa we headed off.
Tristan played the part perfectly. He pranced around and insisted on going to every store to try to find the best price for eyeliner. The whole time I had a nagging voice in the back of my mind telling me something was missing. I looked around. None of my friends were gone, we had all the equipment we needed, none of us had forgotten anything. I silently told the voice to shut up and went back to taking picture of Tristan riding the toy train.
By noon we had 37 odd stares and 12 pictures. Figuring that was enough for the day we let Tristan put back on his boring clothes (Teá had brought them in her little yellow-backpack-that-looked-like-a-stupid-gummy-bear that I hated) and went to do some actual looking around. We all bought a few things that we needed/wanted. For me it was a new CD and some school supplies since I kept loaning mine out and never getting them back.
A few hours later we left and walked back to our respective houses. Since I lived the furthest away, I was the last one walking home (stuck with carrying the dress because I wouldn't be caught dead wearing that dumbass backpack!). A few blocks away from my house I saw someone walking on the other side of the street in the opposite direction that caught my eye and stopped me in my tracks.
He wore one of our school uniforms and looked familiar, a little like me in fact. I know that I knew him from somewhere, but I couldn't place him. He looked up from the sidewalk and gave me a bored glance. Suspecting he didn't want me to stare at him anymore I looked away and began walking again. Maybe I had him in one of my classes. That must be it. He did have on our uniforms after all. I tried to push the boy out of my mind, but thinking back on it now, I should have payed more attention.
AN: Ok, so how'd you like it? Think I should continue? Reviews are welcome, but please NO FLAMES! I repeat NO FLAMES! This story is my first born child and I don't think I could take criticisms right now.
Chapter 1: Fun, Games, and an Unknown Memory
Yami's POV
It was a normal day for us. We were planning on going to the mall wearing women's clothing to see how many weird looks we'd get. It was Tristan's turn to wear the pink frilly dress, mine to take the pictures, and Duke's to count the funny looks. Serenity and Teá tagged along and though they talked about how odd it was to do this just so we could be made fun of, they came everytime and seemed to enjoy themselves all the same. Bakura had an important soccer game and the Kaibas were off doing some corporation thing, so they wouldn't be joining us. Oh well. They're going to have to come next time. It's Joey's turn to wear the dress and I know none of them would miss it for the world.
Before leaving we all gathered together at my house so Tristan could change. It was a rule that I should be the holder of the almighty dress because I lived furthest away from the mall, which meant a longer walk and more embarrassment to the poor cross-dressing person. After the usual laugh and goodbye from my grandpa we headed off.
Tristan played the part perfectly. He pranced around and insisted on going to every store to try to find the best price for eyeliner. The whole time I had a nagging voice in the back of my mind telling me something was missing. I looked around. None of my friends were gone, we had all the equipment we needed, none of us had forgotten anything. I silently told the voice to shut up and went back to taking picture of Tristan riding the toy train.
By noon we had 37 odd stares and 12 pictures. Figuring that was enough for the day we let Tristan put back on his boring clothes (Teá had brought them in her little yellow-backpack-that-looked-like-a-stupid-gummy-bear that I hated) and went to do some actual looking around. We all bought a few things that we needed/wanted. For me it was a new CD and some school supplies since I kept loaning mine out and never getting them back.
A few hours later we left and walked back to our respective houses. Since I lived the furthest away, I was the last one walking home (stuck with carrying the dress because I wouldn't be caught dead wearing that dumbass backpack!). A few blocks away from my house I saw someone walking on the other side of the street in the opposite direction that caught my eye and stopped me in my tracks.
He wore one of our school uniforms and looked familiar, a little like me in fact. I know that I knew him from somewhere, but I couldn't place him. He looked up from the sidewalk and gave me a bored glance. Suspecting he didn't want me to stare at him anymore I looked away and began walking again. Maybe I had him in one of my classes. That must be it. He did have on our uniforms after all. I tried to push the boy out of my mind, but thinking back on it now, I should have payed more attention.
AN: Ok, so how'd you like it? Think I should continue? Reviews are welcome, but please NO FLAMES! I repeat NO FLAMES! This story is my first born child and I don't think I could take criticisms right now.