Was going to put the song 'You Take My Rights Away' by Skillet.
(Warning! IMMENSE USE OF THE WORD "FUCKING!' You've been warned...lol.)
Chapter 19
You Fear To Recognize The Enemies Within
"Arg! No! Let me go! No! Stop!" The boy wiggled and heaved his body trying to break both of the men's grasp.
"Calm down Yugi." The child's eyes were glassy and unseeing.
"No! Don't!" He shouted. "I'll fucking kill you! I'll god damn slit your fucking throat!" He yelled in a rage at his uncle. The man just smirked.
"It wasn't me you idiot. It was your fucked up father."
"Fucked up! You're the one that's fucked up! Raping my little sister! You fucking bastard! I hate you! I want to kill you! Let me go!" His uncle looked at the boy, mouth slightly agape.
"You fucking bastard! I gave you a home when your damn mother killed your fucking father and went to fucking jail! I didn't have to take you in! I could have left you on the fucking streets!"
"You should have! I never wanted to be with you any way!"
"Ya. I should have left you with your fucking fag father! Should have buried you with him!"
"Shut up you god damn bastard! You fucking sick'o. He didn't know! It wasn't his fault! He loved me!" His uncle snorted and chuckled.
"You don't really believe that do you, you god damn idiot! He never liked you. Once you were born that's when he started to beat your old lady! She blamed you! You ruined your mother's life!" Yugi struggled against the two men. He so desperately wanted to get his hands on the man's neck and snap it in two.
"Shut up! Arg! You're lying! You're fucking lying! I'll kill you!"
"You don't think I know! She was my sister! Ever since she met with your fucked up father she acted like she was better then our whole family! You are the cause or ruining so many lives! She fucking hated you! When she finally wised up and went out with another man it was already too damn late! She was too corrupted from you and your fag father! She would have never killed anyone! You caused it! Your damn father hated you as well! Now what!-"
"That's enough! Stop it!" Yami yelled out of breath, still trying to hold the boy down.
"You stay out of this!" His uncle snorted. "Did you even remember them happy boy? Do you remember any laughs? Any smiles? I remember when you were young...so damn naive. You didn't even realize your happy little world around you was crumbling. That people were hurting you. You made anything seem happy in your eyes. You were always smiling, always fucking giggling. If your damn father hit you you'd just say you were sorry for being in the way of his fist! How fucked up was that! You always apologized for every fucking thing! Get a life boy! Grow the fuck up! Your still living in that imaginary world where you think your parents loved you!" Both men winced. That had to hurt. Yugi's uncle muttered, "The kid is finally broken...about damn time. Can get on with my own life." His uncle smirked and turned and left. The boy had stopped struggling a while ago and lay limp. He stared straight at the wall he had just bashed his head into. Once they let go he stood up.
"Yugi?" Yami asked uncertain.
"I didn't know...it's not true." Yugi whispered looking over at Ryou's huddled figure.
"Ryou. Come here." The small albino boy stood up and opened his eyes, and also uncovered his ears. Bakura smiled and held out his arm for his son. "It's alright." He coaxed to his son. Ryou timidly walked over to his father and fell into the man's embrace. Bakura hugged his child tight and lightly kissed the top of his messy long hair. 'That was the cruelest thing anyone could say to a child.' Both men thought.
Blood continued to roll down the boy's face and drip to the floor. He heaved a deep sigh to calm himself, but he felt the rage boiling up once again.
"Yugi? Are you alright?" The boy huffed, shaking off the harsh reality check, and walked towards the door. "Yugi! Stay here!" Yami ran over to his student and caught him by the arms. Turning him around he looked straight into the boy's impassive eyes. They were misty and glazed over. No more spark in those once brighter amethyst eyes. "Yugi say something." A merciless smirk slowly formed on the boy's lips. Lifting his fist he swiped down and socked Yami right in the cheek. His teacher stumbled and stared at the boy in shock. Bakura gasped and ran over, with Ryou in his arms.
This boy that was holding a younger child not more than a couple minuets ago, and was warming up, retreated further back into himself. To protect himself from his uncle's cruel and harsh words, the reality of this whole mess. He looked colder than the boy he saw in the alley torturing a dog. More cruller than he had ever been. Was there even hope now? Is there a way he could save him? All the information he gathered today was giving him a head ach and making his thoughts swarm.
"Y-Yugi," Yami stuttered, "I...allow me look at your head." The boy just stared at him, expressionless. 'Have I lost everything I gained with him? What did I do and how can I fix this?' Yami thought. Yugi turned and left the room and this time Yami didn't stop him. Bakura placed a hand on the man's shoulder and they walked back to the office. The parents decided there was noting they could do to see to the 'justice' for their boy's and left distraught.
"Mr. Moto?" A voice asked from his door, after he had returned to his room.
"Hm?" He hummed not looking up from two folders. The folders held Yugi's expressionless face along with the other folder that showed a younger boy smiling happily. Everything played over in his mind...
'I remember when you were young...so damn naive.'
'You didn't even realize your happy little world around you was crumbling.'
Yami's eyes watered. How could anyone hurt him? He stared at Yugi's preschool picture.
'That people were hurting you.'
'You are the cause or ruining so many lives!...You ruined your mother's life!'
All the words that came out of that man's mouth made him want to walk over and hurt him...in some way...in any way. He wanted justice for this boy that was hurt over and over again...and no one cared.
'You made anything seem happy in your eyes. You were always smiling, always fucking giggling.'
It angered him inside. How could anyone dare hurt such an innocent being? He knew the real hurting child, who knew the truth and was still bleeding and crying from the wounds, was locked away inside an angry boy...that still loved his parents and truly believed they loved him. Didn't want to see what evidence showed...that his parents abused and never loved him. He refused to see that the only people that could possibly love him never did. In his eyes they have to love him because he was a part of them.
'If your damn father hit you you'd just say you were sorry for being in the way of his fist! How fucked up was that! You always apologized for every fucking thing!'
Did any one care about him? Did anyone write in a book about him? His first step, word, ... smile? Or were all the special moments in his life never recorded? Lost and never to be known? Did anyone every sit him down and teach him how to tie a shoe lace, to throw a baseball, or toilet train him? He obviously knows how to do so much but did anyone ever help him? Tell him he's special? There are no pictures for him to cringe at when he is a teenager. No embarrassing baby photos that parents collect and show off to other parents and hold on to, to cherish. He had no childhood.
'Get a life boy! Grow the fuck up! You're still living in that imaginary world where you thinking your parents loved you!'
Yami thought about his father. When he was going to school and how frightened he had been on every first day, how his father stay the whole week in the class room all elementary school to reassure him. How his father held him during storms and the monsters came out. When he cried after his dog 'Ra' died. How his parents still call to tell him they love him. His mother's special hugs and kisses, along with pies that warmed everything inside. Her calming voice that soothed all his nightmares. Her smile that always made him smile.
Tear after tear fell on the boy's preschool photo.
'Did you even remember them happy boy? Do you remember any laughs? Any smiles?'
"Why Yugi?" He muttered to himself.
"Are you alright Mr. Moto?" He had forgotten some one was in the room with him. Looking up he saw Bakura looking worried at him and his son looking slightly lost.
"Y-ya." He sniffled.
"Yugi...will he be alright?"
"I-I don't know. He has always been by himself...I just...It's just that..." He choked back another sob. "I want him to be ok...so badly. I want him to be happy." Bakura nodded as he held his son tighter.
"Is Yugi coming back?" Ryou asked looking up at his father. Bakura smiled at his son and nodded.
"I'm sure he'll be in school tomorrow."
Yugi scoffed as he walked down the street. Knowing he hadn't eaten in a while he decided he had to work for some money. Sighing he walked down the street and straight into a bar. Looking at all the men and women he searched for the right one. He was about to approach a rich looking biker (if there is such, I mean like a clean looking biker...ya. Doesn't look all greasy and dirty. Ok? ) when he heard a TV up above. A game of some sort was one. Tons of huge men fought over an oval brown ball. Yugi watched confused. He also watched as people placed bets and cheered and booed every so often. The game seem to make very little to no sense to the boy.
TV. He remembered when he was in the hospital and Yami would allow him to watch it. Something he really enjoyed doing. Biting his lip Yugi turned from the bar. Knowing he couldn't face it after thinking about all Yami had given him and all he would be throwing away. 'Damn him. I can't continue with anything 'cause I keep hearing his words over in my fucking head. How can one person make some one fell so...guilty?' He growled to himself. Yugi continued to walk down the street listening to his stomach growl.
Yeah been a while. I already had tests and stuff so I will be going slowly. Sorry. Sorry. Don't kill me, yes? ;
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