Darkyamilover:( D.Y.L)
D.Y.L: Hi! I feel like starting a new story, well yaoi actually , I never wrote a yaoi fic before, so forgive me if this sucks, this'll probably one shot, depending on the reviews, if u want another chappie I'll make one, but only If I recieve atlest 5 reviews confirming it, anyways enjoy!
I dont own yugioh
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Yugi's POV
I lay on my bed,shivering from the blood stained sheets, once beautiful and white, now marked by the torture of a tormentor.My life is cursed with evil, the signature of the devil is written alover my fathers face, why does he have to release his angered, and sexual urges on me? Why cant he just leave me forever! At the age of 8, my mother died of lung cancer, I then moved in with my grandpa, so I could leave my father to his recovery, but then at the age of 10, my grandpa was killed , I never knew how he died, all I know is that he's gone. Now I'm 15, my birthday is in 10 days, April 25, that was the day I was brought in to this world, that was the start of my curse. I wince in pain as I sit up and gaze out the window, the only window to my freedom. The frightening night sky is as dark as the very scars on my face. The the beautiful shining stars are as bright as the sun, only dimmer because the sun has more strength, my father is the sun, and I'm the star,only noticed at night. I open the window and let
the cool breeze heal my wounds, my father had his fill with me, now he's out to find some whore, I smile at that, atleast he wont be back until late tomorrow evening. I look at my torso filled with crimson blood, as dark as the forest, just like my mind, my mind is a dark forest, and jungle, full of questions, and guilt of issues of were I dont know why I feel guilt of. I turn to the wall, I had a picture of mom and I there, last week father tore it to shreds, I still have the remains, I hid them in a small box in my closet. My mother used to be an archaeologist, and 3 days right before she died, she gave my a beautiful box made of pure gold, my mother told me to solve it and your wishes would come true, she said that an ancient spirit will guide me through out my life. I didnt eactly know what she meant, but I yearn to solve the puzzle in the box. As tears slid down my cheeks, I remembered the fact that my father stashed it somewere, I've always looked for it, but I never found it.I was surprised rhat I had tears left to cry. I pray to god every night, " Please all I want is a friend, someone who I can love and trust, thats all I want"
D.Y.L: Hi! I feel like starting a new story, well yaoi actually , I never wrote a yaoi fic before, so forgive me if this sucks, this'll probably one shot, depending on the reviews, if u want another chappie I'll make one, but only If I recieve atlest 5 reviews confirming it, anyways enjoy!
I dont own yugioh
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Yugi's POV
I lay on my bed,shivering from the blood stained sheets, once beautiful and white, now marked by the torture of a tormentor.My life is cursed with evil, the signature of the devil is written alover my fathers face, why does he have to release his angered, and sexual urges on me? Why cant he just leave me forever! At the age of 8, my mother died of lung cancer, I then moved in with my grandpa, so I could leave my father to his recovery, but then at the age of 10, my grandpa was killed , I never knew how he died, all I know is that he's gone. Now I'm 15, my birthday is in 10 days, April 25, that was the day I was brought in to this world, that was the start of my curse. I wince in pain as I sit up and gaze out the window, the only window to my freedom. The frightening night sky is as dark as the very scars on my face. The the beautiful shining stars are as bright as the sun, only dimmer because the sun has more strength, my father is the sun, and I'm the star,only noticed at night. I open the window and let
the cool breeze heal my wounds, my father had his fill with me, now he's out to find some whore, I smile at that, atleast he wont be back until late tomorrow evening. I look at my torso filled with crimson blood, as dark as the forest, just like my mind, my mind is a dark forest, and jungle, full of questions, and guilt of issues of were I dont know why I feel guilt of. I turn to the wall, I had a picture of mom and I there, last week father tore it to shreds, I still have the remains, I hid them in a small box in my closet. My mother used to be an archaeologist, and 3 days right before she died, she gave my a beautiful box made of pure gold, my mother told me to solve it and your wishes would come true, she said that an ancient spirit will guide me through out my life. I didnt eactly know what she meant, but I yearn to solve the puzzle in the box. As tears slid down my cheeks, I remembered the fact that my father stashed it somewere, I've always looked for it, but I never found it.I was surprised rhat I had tears left to cry. I pray to god every night, " Please all I want is a friend, someone who I can love and trust, thats all I want"
