Oh and it's OBVIOUS I didn't go camping. Bah... humbug. Bah humbug I say! Oh wells... maybe next time...
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Hello! Thank you for reviewing this totally, horribly written story!
animestargirl : Oh thank goodness! You scared me there for a while! ' Oh really? The fluff was to die for? XD I love fluff, don't you?
SilverWing147 : Er... I miscalculated. It's the 12th chapter now! Bwahahahaha... right. '
Pharaohs Angel : Gahhh... it'll get better I promise! ' Sorry about the angst.. it's just I tried writing happy stuff then it just went to angst without me knowing! Bah.... give me your email, please? Accessing it from takes a while... and I'm lazy. Poor lazy me. /smacks self mentally/
Lily Maxwell The Dark Angel : ME? Great? Are you crazy?! I gotta stop asking that... ' Anyways, thanks for the compliment (I hardly get complimented in real life... bah) and wow... you think I write good? /dies on the spot again/
/ish revived/ Ahem... gotta stop dying too. THANK YOU!!!
stepho : Heyo stepho! I hope you still read this but it's okay if you don't since you already did read most of it at my house.. ehehe... right.
lookingatglass : YES! Someone hugged me! /hugs back/ I feel special.. /sniffs/ And thank you for thinking this story is great! XD '
tears-in-the-dark : GAH... reading your reviews always makes me happy! I dunno... but I loves your criticism and the things you talk about. Ahaha... glad you liked the last chapter. Hehe.
At the end was brilliant? Gosh, I just wrote it. I didn't even THINK about it. I'm just here writing the story out how I have it written up in my head. Ehehe.... '
Oh and for your question, it's the American first season. It's kinda sad how I don't think they'll ever release the FIRST real season. Really sad. Darn....
ime back : Of course! I just hope you keep reading this story and review! XD I need it... seriously. No self confidence whatsoever. Gah.
Sansi : Hey, I was a forward eight year old myself. XD Bwahahahahaha... amnesia... ahahaha... ehehe... just read this chapter and you'll see. Ehe... /nervous laughter/ Ehehehe...?
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Chapter Six
Slouching, Yami reached for the knife on his table. Tears poured from his eyes as he slid the sharp edge against his sensitive, dark skin. He flinched at the contact, but continued, watching the blade as it touched his skin, slightly, but deeper soon after. Red, hot liquid leaked from his new formed wound and Yami smiled, happy with his work of art. !
Yami was now twelve, and the orphanage stopped caring for him. After the departure of Yuugi, the young boy closed up completely, allowing no one to get close to him. No one saw his drawings anymore and his new form of art was to hurt himself, though no one knew it. They thought it was because of fights, making up false excuses to comfort themselves, allowing them to believe their own lies, not wanting to know the truth behind those scars.
The elders isolated Yami away from the other orphans, afraid that he'd influence them. Yami smirked, laughing quietly to himself, raising the knife again, ready to form another 'piece of art', as he would call it.
Everyone around him feared him, like they did when they first found him. This fear was different in a way. From before, they feared his glare, afraid that he would curse them, as if black magic ran through his body. Now, they feared his glare, afraid that he'd hurt them through violence. Violence, they knew he was capable of. No one got near Yami, not even the nice girls who tried to befriend everyone. No one.
Yami stood up and looked around his room for the first aid kit. He found it, quickly bandaged his pieces of art, and headed out his room. Along the way, he glared at everyone who would dare to look at him.
It had been four years since Yuugi had left, and Yami had tried to erase all the memories of his past friend, but still, every little thing he saw, would remind him of the small, amethyst eyed boy. Yami growled in spite of himself, and twisted the knob, leaving the orphanage. He had planned to go to a running competition, in hope that it would clear his mind, and release him from his hidden pain. Too bad it was their birthday.
Yuugi blinked open his eyes and greeted the sunlight with a cheerful smile. He got up, changed into his day clothes, and headed to greet his grandpa. Yuugi hugged the old man and sat down, ready to eat.
Sugoroku smiled when his grandson had hugged him this morning. He remembered when Yuugi came to live with him, and how his grandson has forgotten everything. He had panicked like any grief-struck grandfather and took his grandson straight to the hospital, pleading the doctors to help Yuugi remember. Amnesia was what Yuugi had. The doctors confirmed that it wasn't permanent, but so far, there had been very few improvements.
Yuugi had remembered his grandpa, and who he was. He also remembered himself, along with what he liked to do, and some of his personality traits. He still talked in third person, but was trying to stop, in order to make his grandpa happy. He had also regained his love for reading and writing, and was always happy to write a poem for his grandfather. As a matter of fact, the young man had even won several writing competitions.
Sugoroku placed a bowl of rice in front of Yuugi, expecting him to finish it all. It was a typical Japanese morning, and Yuugi was enjoying a typical Japanese breakfast with his grandfather. !!
"Grandpa... do you think Yuugi-I can go to a running competition today? With you, of course."
Sugoroku nodded, and continued with his breakfast. They would go to a running competition, just for Yuugi. Yuugi's writing abilities had earned him a place in his school's newspaper and Yuugi's assignments for the summer was to write about a running competition, plus, he had to interview one of the runners. Going to a running competition would be the perfect place to complete both of his assignments.
When finished with his breakfast, Yuugi stood up and went to his room to get his notepad and pencil. As he walked down the stairs, his grandpa shouted out from the kitchen and asked him if he'd like to do anything for his birthday. Yuugi's reply was simple and they both agreed that going to an ice cream parlor after the running competition would be good enough.
At the running competition, Yuugi was about to sit down and join his grandpa, until, a rumbling noise from his stomach stopped him. He immediately blushed and told his grandpa that he'd be back with food. Apparently, the bowl of rice did not fill his appetite.
Yami bristled through the crowd, glaring at everyone. It seemed to be his new hobby, glaring at people. He shoved past a few more people, anger now taking over his mind. Stopping when a small boy ran past him, he turned to glare at him. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't. The boy turned around to apologize first. His apology was quick, and the boy continued running.
Yami blinked a couple of times. He didn't catch a good glimpse of the boy but from what he'd seen, the boy had the same unique amethyst eyes as his Yuugi. Yami shook his head and continued on his way, through the crowd. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he had somehow, seen his Yuugi again. The crimson eyed boy cleared his thoughts and wandered to his seat, beside a brunette girl. That couldn't have been his Yuugi.
Yuugi shuddered as he continued running toward his destination, a food store, filled with delicious things waiting for him to eat. The short boy giggled at the thought of food, and laughed out loud, earning a few stares from strangers who had heard him. Yuugi blushed, and entered the store. He quickly ordered something, and sat down on a empty seat.
His thoughts drifted off to the stranger who had looked confused when he apologized. Yuugi smiled dreamily. To be truthful, he thought that his... oh my.... the stranger he met earlier, was very handsome. Yuugi giggled some more and paid the cashier, picking up his order as well.
He slowly began his way back to the competition, careful not to drop his precious food. He didn't want to waste his grandpa's hard earned money. His thoughts found its way back to the handsome stranger again and Yuugi couldn't help but blush. Somehow, he had fallen from the crimson eyed stranger almost instantly. Crimson eyed...
Yuugi's eyes widened as he remembered the dream he had that morning. He never had any dreams after his separation from Yami, which he still hadn't remembered. The doctors found it very peculiar, but claimed that Yuugi did have dreams, but he just forgot them all. Strangely, that morning, Yuugi had a dream. A very weird dream... one about a crimson eye person. A dream that he actually remembered...
"Who are you?" Yuugi asked the stranger in front of him. He didn't receive an answer and he didn't expect one. Yuugi took a step toward the shrouded figure of mystery. He couldn't see him, but could see one thing very clearly, his eyes. Crimson. Yuugi had never met anyone with crimson eyes before or maybe he had. Yuugi couldn't tell. He knew of his illness, and wondered if he knew this person.
"Who are you?" he asked again, knowing that he wouldn't get an answer.
The figure turned around and started to walk away. Yuugi's eyes widened and he started to chase after him.
"No! Don't leave! Please tell me who you are!"
The shadow figure paused for a while, "You don't remember me?" and continued walking.
The figure slowly faded away and Yuugi ran after whoever it was. He ran, but before he reached him, the figure had disappeared. Yuugi fell to the ground and whimpered, feeling the shadows creeping closer to him. "You seem so familiar. Who are you?"
Crimson eyes...
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! /cough/ Why? Well, let me explain. When one is hurt, one is confused and one wants to get rid of that pain as quickly as possible.
One reason would be is that physical pain is a distraction from the emotional pain. Another reason is that blood is fun to see when you're a lonely confused person. And as time goes by, you forget the reason you first started. Even so, sometimes you do remember like Yami did in this chapter.
But soon, it becomes an addiction. It seems like you can never stop. You just want to hurt and see that red liquid until you can't see it or hurt no longer. It's a dangerous addiction.
!! Are Japanese breakfasts like that? '
A/N : Anyways, review, and I'll update. PLEASE REVIEW! /is one desperate person/ And as usual, criticize meeeeeeee! Haha, the next chapter is... hmm... eh.