Disclaimer~ I am looking for the rights right now. But defeat has come up
so I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did then I could draw much better then I can
now.
Me~ I am really really sorry again for not updating in a while.
Myself~ What is the excuses this time.
Me~ I had a history project come up which stressed me out way to much. We had to do a mock trail of Pearl Harbor. What was really annoying was we had to research all this stuff about our character and you couldn't take note cards up to the stands to help you!
I~ Yea I would be stressed out by that too.
Me~ And it gets better. The people attorneys who where asking the questions didn't even ask anything about the facts of Pearl Harbor. They asked all this personality and thinking stuff about the character, which you cannot find anything online about.
Myself~ Ok you are forgiven.
Me~ This is a really angsty and long chap and is disturbing around the end. I rated it PG-13 for a reason. Just to warn you. I hope you enjoy and onto the fic!
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Run no More Chap 9~ Reflection
Seto made himself comfortable in his seat before Jou started.
"Well my original life was happy."
"Original?" Mokuba interrupted.
"Yea my original family life before it was corrupted. My mom, pops, sis and I lived in a small house."
"You have a sister?" Mokuba interrupted again.
"Yea her name is Shizuka. Well when she was born she had an eye problem and the doctors said that she would go blind in a few years."
"Is that why you wanted the money from duelist kingdom so bad?"
"Yea. That money saved my sisters eye site. Well we where a happy family until my father and some of his co-workers kept going to a local sake bar. Pops would go occasionally but that was when he was really stressed out at work, and even then he would only have one glass. Every night he would come home really late and very drunk. Him and mom would get into fights all the time. It was horrible for my sister and I. We could hear them yelling through the walls of our room. Shizuka would be scared half to death every time they fought. I would tell her that everything was going to be ok, but I knew even then that I was kidding myself. Even after the stress of work was gone he would still go to the same sake bar. He was addicted to it like a sweet candy that he couldn't get enough of. After a few weeks the fights got more violent. Soon my mother and him would throw things at each other and say some of the most vulgar things to each other that I had ever heard. Once my mother got so mad at my father that she threw a picture frame that he bought her for their first year anniversary at him. After that night she started to threaten that if he didn't stop drinking that she would leave him and take both my sister and I. That did not go over well. My father screamed something in English before storming off. Probably went back to the bar to waste the rest of him paycheck on boos. After that my mother went into our room and started backing everything into boxes. She told us to get a few things from the kitchen and to start gathering the photos in the living room. Both of us complied and started to gather everything from the rooms. Once our room was packed she moved to their room and started to get her clothes and other personal belongings. Soon we started to rush everything into her car. She kept telling us to hurry and not waste time. I think she was worried that pops would come home any minute and stop us. It was working really well, we had gotten everything into the car and she was about to get my sister and I into the car when my dad came in. He was severely drunk and was coming into the house glaring daggers at my mother. I was able to distract him long enough for my sister and mother to sneak to the door. Pops must have caught onto the plan cause when I turned to run he caught the back of my shirt and hurled me to the bar wall. The one thing I remember that night before going black was my mother saying that she would come back for me. Yet not once did she ever come back." Jou had to stop cause he was on the verge of tears. Seto was truly heart wrenched. How could one person take all that and still put on a happy face in front of everyone. Also to be able to hide it so well from all of his friends. Seto was going to call Mokuba in but Jou had regained composure and started again.
"That was when everything fell apart. There was a court hearing about the divorce and the custody of my sister and I. It was a very messy case for the both of them I think. Pops would come home screaming about how unorganized she was and how all her demands where unreasonable. I didn't find out till later what they where. I still think to this day the court hearing was the worst day of my life and I blame my mother for that."
"Why your mother? I thought she wanted to get you back?" Mokuba asked.
"That was what I thought too. Pops brought me to the court hearing cause I was one of the witnesses for the trial. I was so happy because I would finally get to see my mother and sister and I would get away from this person, which I had to call a father. When we got there I started to run around looking for my mother and Shizuka. I remember my heart lifting when I finally found my mother. I remember running to her and grabbing her leg hanging of for dear life. That I think was the first mistake. She yanked me off by the arm and pushed me away. I was frightened and I little confused. Then I asked where Shizuka was, that was the second mistake I made that day. She sneered at me saying that she didn't bring her. The courtroom was no place for young children. I was not happy with her then. I started yelling at her about how she promised to come back for me and how much she said that she loved me. I also remember kicking her in the shin once. She gave me another sneer before slapping me across the face and saying that I really was too much like my father. I was so hurt from that, that I ran all the way back into the courtroom plotting to get my revenge on her. I vaguely remember being called up to the stands. They asked whom I would rather go with, my mother or my father. I said that I didn't want to go with either of them. I wanted to be put up for adoption and be put into a family that cared. The person said that, that wasn't an option and that I had to choose. I repeated what I said and added that I wanted my sister to come with me. I saw my mothers face enrage with furry when I said that. I stuck my tongue out at her making faces. The person told me to go back to my seat and that I couldn't be questioned any further. The case ended an hour or two later. In the end my mother won and all her demands should be met."
"What where they?" Mokuba asked tears starting to form in his eyes.
"She wanted only custody of Shizuka, not me, and that my father and I should never be allowed to see her or contact her. She could do so to us but only if she wanted to." Jou explained wiping a few stray tears away from his eyes. He didn't want to cry in front of Kiba. Even though he couldn't see him he knew he was listening.
"That is mean. No mother should do that. She said she would come back for you and she lied." Mokuba stated enraged.
"I asked her that too. She told me that she said it because Shizuka was around and she didn't want her only child to hate her. I found out after that my mother lied to Shizuka saying that she did her best to win me back but the court said that I had to go with pops. When I heard about that I went around the house and broke or burned everything that reminded me of her. I think the first month or two with pops went well. Only cause DCF kept knocking on our door to see if everything was going well. After that my father moved us to New York cause of a promotion. I spent about 5 long and horrible years there. I did my best to live on the streets and to not come home. Pops found his love for drinking again and started to beat me. It was for every little thing to. If a spec of dust were on the floor he would beat me saying that I put it there to tick him off. Soon I started to get into gangs and got into fights trying to find ways of spending the night in jail cells. Most people said it was horrible, but for me it was the only place I was safe from my father. One night they asked me why I kept getting into fights. I told them about my fathers drinking problems and how he beat me. That went over like a lead boat. He was enraged that I told and beat me close to death. One of the neighbors found me on the floor and rushed me to the hospital. My father said that he didn't know how it happened and that he was at work. Then he gave me this ridiculous excuse to tell them why I was almost dead. I was sure that they would never buy it and I would be home free. American doctors must be the densest people I have ever met. They bought the excuse that I did this to myself cause of the divorce. I was put into counseling for a year. It would have gone longer if it wasn't for the fact that wouldn't show up or I would run away at every possible chance. They talked to me as if I was some frightened animal. America really needs better doctors or thin-headed ones. I told him every meeting that I was being beat by my father and that I didn't do this to myself. One of the things that I didn't like was how friendly he was with me. He would always put his hand on my shoulder and I had to sit in his lap all the time. I also hated watching movies with him cause the room was dark and I he would always feel me up. I eventually told my father and he said that I was lying and beat me. The last meeting that I went to I took of my shirt and showed him all the bruises and cuts that I got from my father. That was the stupidest thing that I have ever done in my life. He kept tracing his fingers all over my chest and my lower abs. It was a little to close to the top of my pants for me. I felt really awkward and pushed him away. He told me to calm down and showed me to a chair. I didn't see how sensually he licked his lips when he got behind me and started to massage my shoulders. I told him to stop but he said it would help me relax. I wasn't very strong and he kept his grip on me. Then he made the mistake. I soon realized from watching the nurses in the hospital that a massage didn't involve your mouth sucking on someone's neck. I threw him off of me and bolted for my house sure that my father would believe me this time. I ran into the house out of breath and trembling from what just happened and running 3 miles straight and 12 long flights of stairs. He came into the hallway of our apartment surprisingly sober. He yelled at me asking why I wasn't at the meeting and why I didn't have my shirt on. I told him about how I showed for the millionth time that I was beaten by him and how he kept tracing him fingers all over my chest and lower abs. Then how he sat me down and started to massage my shoulders telling me to calm down. He gave a look of discomfort when I told him that. I could tell that he was finally getting the picture. The last part blew him away and sent him into a rage when I told him that he started sucking on my neck and I showed him the hickey mark. I flew to my room and he ran around the house looking for the phone to call the police and DCF on what the guy did. A day later the court case came. I was told another excuse why I kept telling him that my father beat me and why I had all these cuts and bruises all over my body. America also needs better judges. I don't remember the excuse but all I know it that is fooled them. He was found guilty and it was out in the paper that in other states he was a child molester. Once the company found out they moves Pops and I back to Japan. They didn't want that happening to me again. After we got back and settled into an apartment that was not in the best section of Domino I did the same thing that I did in New York. I kept running away and getting into fights. He caught on too quick that time and started setting rules for when I needed to be in the house and he had to know where I was at all times. I couldn't also invite people over unless it was 2 days in advanced. I blew them off and went against them. I learned quickly to obey them after the first three times of being beaten harshly. He tried to get the company to move us again but they said no and that he was fine here. And that was my life."
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Me~ I don't know where that last part came from but all I know is that it worked cause my original chap was 2 pages long.
Myself~ So she made up for he long time update by giving you a long but very sad chap.
Me~ And I gave a new look on Jou's mother that I had not seen other authors use. I like it! ^_^
I~ Yes well please R&R and give your opinion. Give a flame and you are not going to get a happy response back. Me is still stressed out by that history project.
All~ Byes!
Me~ I am really really sorry again for not updating in a while.
Myself~ What is the excuses this time.
Me~ I had a history project come up which stressed me out way to much. We had to do a mock trail of Pearl Harbor. What was really annoying was we had to research all this stuff about our character and you couldn't take note cards up to the stands to help you!
I~ Yea I would be stressed out by that too.
Me~ And it gets better. The people attorneys who where asking the questions didn't even ask anything about the facts of Pearl Harbor. They asked all this personality and thinking stuff about the character, which you cannot find anything online about.
Myself~ Ok you are forgiven.
Me~ This is a really angsty and long chap and is disturbing around the end. I rated it PG-13 for a reason. Just to warn you. I hope you enjoy and onto the fic!
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Run no More Chap 9~ Reflection
Seto made himself comfortable in his seat before Jou started.
"Well my original life was happy."
"Original?" Mokuba interrupted.
"Yea my original family life before it was corrupted. My mom, pops, sis and I lived in a small house."
"You have a sister?" Mokuba interrupted again.
"Yea her name is Shizuka. Well when she was born she had an eye problem and the doctors said that she would go blind in a few years."
"Is that why you wanted the money from duelist kingdom so bad?"
"Yea. That money saved my sisters eye site. Well we where a happy family until my father and some of his co-workers kept going to a local sake bar. Pops would go occasionally but that was when he was really stressed out at work, and even then he would only have one glass. Every night he would come home really late and very drunk. Him and mom would get into fights all the time. It was horrible for my sister and I. We could hear them yelling through the walls of our room. Shizuka would be scared half to death every time they fought. I would tell her that everything was going to be ok, but I knew even then that I was kidding myself. Even after the stress of work was gone he would still go to the same sake bar. He was addicted to it like a sweet candy that he couldn't get enough of. After a few weeks the fights got more violent. Soon my mother and him would throw things at each other and say some of the most vulgar things to each other that I had ever heard. Once my mother got so mad at my father that she threw a picture frame that he bought her for their first year anniversary at him. After that night she started to threaten that if he didn't stop drinking that she would leave him and take both my sister and I. That did not go over well. My father screamed something in English before storming off. Probably went back to the bar to waste the rest of him paycheck on boos. After that my mother went into our room and started backing everything into boxes. She told us to get a few things from the kitchen and to start gathering the photos in the living room. Both of us complied and started to gather everything from the rooms. Once our room was packed she moved to their room and started to get her clothes and other personal belongings. Soon we started to rush everything into her car. She kept telling us to hurry and not waste time. I think she was worried that pops would come home any minute and stop us. It was working really well, we had gotten everything into the car and she was about to get my sister and I into the car when my dad came in. He was severely drunk and was coming into the house glaring daggers at my mother. I was able to distract him long enough for my sister and mother to sneak to the door. Pops must have caught onto the plan cause when I turned to run he caught the back of my shirt and hurled me to the bar wall. The one thing I remember that night before going black was my mother saying that she would come back for me. Yet not once did she ever come back." Jou had to stop cause he was on the verge of tears. Seto was truly heart wrenched. How could one person take all that and still put on a happy face in front of everyone. Also to be able to hide it so well from all of his friends. Seto was going to call Mokuba in but Jou had regained composure and started again.
"That was when everything fell apart. There was a court hearing about the divorce and the custody of my sister and I. It was a very messy case for the both of them I think. Pops would come home screaming about how unorganized she was and how all her demands where unreasonable. I didn't find out till later what they where. I still think to this day the court hearing was the worst day of my life and I blame my mother for that."
"Why your mother? I thought she wanted to get you back?" Mokuba asked.
"That was what I thought too. Pops brought me to the court hearing cause I was one of the witnesses for the trial. I was so happy because I would finally get to see my mother and sister and I would get away from this person, which I had to call a father. When we got there I started to run around looking for my mother and Shizuka. I remember my heart lifting when I finally found my mother. I remember running to her and grabbing her leg hanging of for dear life. That I think was the first mistake. She yanked me off by the arm and pushed me away. I was frightened and I little confused. Then I asked where Shizuka was, that was the second mistake I made that day. She sneered at me saying that she didn't bring her. The courtroom was no place for young children. I was not happy with her then. I started yelling at her about how she promised to come back for me and how much she said that she loved me. I also remember kicking her in the shin once. She gave me another sneer before slapping me across the face and saying that I really was too much like my father. I was so hurt from that, that I ran all the way back into the courtroom plotting to get my revenge on her. I vaguely remember being called up to the stands. They asked whom I would rather go with, my mother or my father. I said that I didn't want to go with either of them. I wanted to be put up for adoption and be put into a family that cared. The person said that, that wasn't an option and that I had to choose. I repeated what I said and added that I wanted my sister to come with me. I saw my mothers face enrage with furry when I said that. I stuck my tongue out at her making faces. The person told me to go back to my seat and that I couldn't be questioned any further. The case ended an hour or two later. In the end my mother won and all her demands should be met."
"What where they?" Mokuba asked tears starting to form in his eyes.
"She wanted only custody of Shizuka, not me, and that my father and I should never be allowed to see her or contact her. She could do so to us but only if she wanted to." Jou explained wiping a few stray tears away from his eyes. He didn't want to cry in front of Kiba. Even though he couldn't see him he knew he was listening.
"That is mean. No mother should do that. She said she would come back for you and she lied." Mokuba stated enraged.
"I asked her that too. She told me that she said it because Shizuka was around and she didn't want her only child to hate her. I found out after that my mother lied to Shizuka saying that she did her best to win me back but the court said that I had to go with pops. When I heard about that I went around the house and broke or burned everything that reminded me of her. I think the first month or two with pops went well. Only cause DCF kept knocking on our door to see if everything was going well. After that my father moved us to New York cause of a promotion. I spent about 5 long and horrible years there. I did my best to live on the streets and to not come home. Pops found his love for drinking again and started to beat me. It was for every little thing to. If a spec of dust were on the floor he would beat me saying that I put it there to tick him off. Soon I started to get into gangs and got into fights trying to find ways of spending the night in jail cells. Most people said it was horrible, but for me it was the only place I was safe from my father. One night they asked me why I kept getting into fights. I told them about my fathers drinking problems and how he beat me. That went over like a lead boat. He was enraged that I told and beat me close to death. One of the neighbors found me on the floor and rushed me to the hospital. My father said that he didn't know how it happened and that he was at work. Then he gave me this ridiculous excuse to tell them why I was almost dead. I was sure that they would never buy it and I would be home free. American doctors must be the densest people I have ever met. They bought the excuse that I did this to myself cause of the divorce. I was put into counseling for a year. It would have gone longer if it wasn't for the fact that wouldn't show up or I would run away at every possible chance. They talked to me as if I was some frightened animal. America really needs better doctors or thin-headed ones. I told him every meeting that I was being beat by my father and that I didn't do this to myself. One of the things that I didn't like was how friendly he was with me. He would always put his hand on my shoulder and I had to sit in his lap all the time. I also hated watching movies with him cause the room was dark and I he would always feel me up. I eventually told my father and he said that I was lying and beat me. The last meeting that I went to I took of my shirt and showed him all the bruises and cuts that I got from my father. That was the stupidest thing that I have ever done in my life. He kept tracing his fingers all over my chest and my lower abs. It was a little to close to the top of my pants for me. I felt really awkward and pushed him away. He told me to calm down and showed me to a chair. I didn't see how sensually he licked his lips when he got behind me and started to massage my shoulders. I told him to stop but he said it would help me relax. I wasn't very strong and he kept his grip on me. Then he made the mistake. I soon realized from watching the nurses in the hospital that a massage didn't involve your mouth sucking on someone's neck. I threw him off of me and bolted for my house sure that my father would believe me this time. I ran into the house out of breath and trembling from what just happened and running 3 miles straight and 12 long flights of stairs. He came into the hallway of our apartment surprisingly sober. He yelled at me asking why I wasn't at the meeting and why I didn't have my shirt on. I told him about how I showed for the millionth time that I was beaten by him and how he kept tracing him fingers all over my chest and lower abs. Then how he sat me down and started to massage my shoulders telling me to calm down. He gave a look of discomfort when I told him that. I could tell that he was finally getting the picture. The last part blew him away and sent him into a rage when I told him that he started sucking on my neck and I showed him the hickey mark. I flew to my room and he ran around the house looking for the phone to call the police and DCF on what the guy did. A day later the court case came. I was told another excuse why I kept telling him that my father beat me and why I had all these cuts and bruises all over my body. America also needs better judges. I don't remember the excuse but all I know it that is fooled them. He was found guilty and it was out in the paper that in other states he was a child molester. Once the company found out they moves Pops and I back to Japan. They didn't want that happening to me again. After we got back and settled into an apartment that was not in the best section of Domino I did the same thing that I did in New York. I kept running away and getting into fights. He caught on too quick that time and started setting rules for when I needed to be in the house and he had to know where I was at all times. I couldn't also invite people over unless it was 2 days in advanced. I blew them off and went against them. I learned quickly to obey them after the first three times of being beaten harshly. He tried to get the company to move us again but they said no and that he was fine here. And that was my life."
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Me~ I don't know where that last part came from but all I know is that it worked cause my original chap was 2 pages long.
Myself~ So she made up for he long time update by giving you a long but very sad chap.
Me~ And I gave a new look on Jou's mother that I had not seen other authors use. I like it! ^_^
I~ Yes well please R&R and give your opinion. Give a flame and you are not going to get a happy response back. Me is still stressed out by that history project.
All~ Byes!