A Story
By: Adhiana
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Yu-Gi-Oh.
Adhiana: Well, I hope you all like this story. The idea was all mine!
Melina: 'snort' Whatever! I totally gave you the idea!
Adhiana: Did not!
Melina: Did too!
Yugi: Okay, you two. Stop it.
Yami: Yeah, first of all, you're both full of yourselves. And second, we need to start the fic.
Adhiana: Yeah, I suppose you're right. But it was my idea.
Melina: Not it wasn't! It was mine!
Adhiana&Melina: 'bickering back and forth'
Yami: 'sighs' Oh, well. On with the fic. Hope ya'll enjoy it. And to let you in on a little secret: it was my idea!
Adhiana&Melina: 'chases Yami and yells' No it wasn't!
Yugi was walking to school thinking of ways to avoid his parents this afternoon. He didn't want to hear them fight. He hated hearing them just throw things at each other because of hate, and money, and jobs. But he especially hated it when the topic of their fighting fell on him. That just made everything worse.
Yugi sighed. It was going to be another long day.
Beatings from people in general, but more specifically his parents, and even more specifically than that, his dad, were bound to come his way.
His dad loved to beat up on things, and usually, Yugi was his numero uno punching bag. His father used to be a world champ wrestler, and his mom and excellent cook. She even had her own cooking show. But that was a thing of the past.
His parents were drug addicts and alcoholics, now. They beat up on little Yugi and argued with each other non- stop. It was a daily routine: Get up, get beat, go to school, get beat at school, go home, get beat, go to bed. And that was his day. Everyday! It got kind of boring after a while, but there was nothing Yugi could do about it.
The beatings started around when Yugi turned seven. That's when he'd isolated himself from his friends and they'd started ignoring him. Then he'd been completely alone: no friends, no family, no one! People at school had started to beat up on him, soon after he'd lost his friends. And that's how it'd started.
He just wished he could escape from the world. Just wished he had one friend, or any one person to turn to. But that seemed impossible now. Everyone around him knew one thing: he was a loser, and anyone who was frustrated could take their anger out on him.
At school, no one knew he got beat at home. They thought the bruises were from beatings at school.
At home, no one knew he got beat at school, not that anyone cared, either.
So, it went in an ongoing cycle, and no one cared. They just followed the routine.
Yugi walked past a dark alley way, and someone grabbed him. Yugi squirmed and kicked, and finally got away. He ran the rest of the way to school, hearing the pounding of the people's feet behind him.
He could hear his breath become ragged and his feet pounding on the concrete. He couldn't hear his heart, though. He was running too fast for that.
'I'll just concentrate on the pounding of my feet,' he thought. He heard his feet and after a while of just concentrating on them, that's all he heard. He kept his gaze to the ground, making sure his concentration didn't falter.
Suddenly he ran into someone. Yugi was knocked to the ground, his books flying out of his hands. He heard people laughing at him.
Yugi scrambled around and got his books in less than two seconds. He then looked up slightly and muttered,"Sorry."
He was only able to capture a glance of the person, but he knew the boy was new to Domino City, and he had hard crimson eyes. The boy, like everyone else, was taller than he was, too, but the strange thing was that the boy wasn't laughing at him.
Hearing the pounding of his persuers feet coming closer, he took off running again. Up the steps, through the doors, and into a janitors closet. Yugi hid there until he couldn't hear anyone at all.
Yugi cautiously opened the closet door and peeked around, when he saw no one, he stepped out.
"Maybe I can escape a beating or two today," he said outloud, to himself. But he spoke too soon. As soon as he had rounded the corner, someone grabbed him.
Yugi looked up to see which bully it was, and saw Ushio and his gang. He groaned and thought,'I hope this is over quick!' But it never was.
He heard the whooshing of air and then felt the hard fist come in contact with his fragile stomach. Ushio punched him again, but this time it came in contact with his chest instead of his stomach.
Yugi heard his breath leave him with a mighty 'whooosh'. He was dropped to the ground and the whole gang started kicking him. Then Ushio motioned for them to stop. He took out a small pocket knife and opened it up.
Yugi whimpered. He didn't know what was coming next. Ushio took his left arm and turned it over so the bottom part of his wrist was facing Ushio.
Ushio brought the knife down on Yugi's soft, pale skin, and cut into it...deeply.
Yugi tried, but failed to stifle a cry of pain. Then let out another cry as he felt the knife cut into him again.
"That's it for today, boys," Ushio smirked. "We'll have more fun with him tomorrow, though."
And with that said, Ushio and his gang left Yugi lying there on the floor.
Yugi heard footsteps coming towards him, so he quickly got up, despite the pain, and just as the footsteps came around the corner, Yugi rounded another one.
Yugi heard the footsteps stop and curiousity took over. He silently cursed himself and the saying 'curiousity killed the cat.'
He peeked around the corner to see a boy who looked a lot like him. Standing beside the boy were three other boys. The boy who looked like him was the shortest of the four. A boy who looked Ryou, a kid in his class, was the second shortest. Then the second tallest was a boy who looked a lot like Malik, another kid in his class. The tallest was a boy, who had ice cold, blue eyes. The tallest boy also had brown hair. They were all staring down at something. As Yugi saw what they were looking at, he gasped: it was a rather large pool of blood, his blood!
As soon as he gasped he backed away from the corner. The four boys looked up, and the one who looked like Yugi asked,"Who's there? Please come out. We won't hurt you."
Yugi felt that deep soothing voice rather than heard it. He would have loved to come out and tell them all what had happened, but he was afraid that these new students would dislike him.
Yugi turned around, and ignoring the voice in his head, walked towards his homeroom class. On his was he took out an old ragged shirt that he always kept with him in case of incidents like these, and tore a piece of it off. He then wrapped it around his bleeding wrist and hoped that the bleeding would stop. He didn't worry about anyone seeing, though. They wouldn't care. It was just a new, fun way to torture his small body.
He sighed and thought,'Soon everyone'll be carrying pocket knives and every time someone starts beating me up, they'll end it with the great finale of cutting me. Or maybe they'll start my beating with it. Oh, well. It doesn't really matter. It's just another thing I've got to cope with.'
The other voice in his head, the voice of reason, tried to reason with him, saying,'You shouldn't take this anymore. You should go to someone who doesn't know you and tell them about your abuse. Or maybe you should stand up to the bullies and your parents.'
The voice that always told him to give up said,'You'll only get hurt more if you do something. You should just let what happens to you happen. And if you get lucky then you get lucky.'
"Oh, shut up, will you," he asked himself. That's when he realized he was standing outside of his homeroom. He walked in and went to his seat at the very back of the room, beside the window.
Three seats in front of him were empty, and the seat beside him was empty. In front of the seat beside him sat Ryou. Malik sat in front of Ryou, and Joey sat in front of Malik.
Malik and Joey were put where they were because they were the tallest in his class and could block out Yugi, despite the many empty seats around him, and because he was so small. Ryou sat where he did because Malik sat there.
The two of them were best friends ever since they met. They stayed away from Yugi, though, so they wouldn't get beat up like he did, but they weren't mean to him either.
Joey and Tristan were bullies. But Joey for some reason never beat Yugi up. Never called him names. Never taunted him. He just stood by and watched, his expression blank, as Tristan did his usual lunchtime beating for the day.
A couple minutes later, the teacher walked in. Everyone called her Miss, but no one knew why. She was a very strict woman and she used pain as a punishment. She loved punishing Yugi the most, just because pain was his ultimate down fall. Everyone laughed and said mean things when he was punished, too.
Today, he wasn't giving her any reason to punish him.
Right behind the teacher walked in the four boys that Yugi had seen in the hallway, looking at his blood. Yugi immediately stiffened, and hoped that none of them had caught a glimpse of him.
Everyone became quiet as the teacher's ruler snapped down on her desk with a 'wham'. She smiled evily around at the class. Yugi could tell the boys were thinking this woman was 'insane' big time.
"Good morning, class," she said.
"Good morning, Miss," the class said in unison. She looked around to see if anyone hadn't responded to their regular morning greeting. Her eyes landed on Yugi, who had responded, but had said it too quickly. He knew he was going to get punished. Tears came to his eyes, but he blinked and quickly made his eyes swallow them back up.
"Yugi Muoto, could I see you outside for a moment," she said sickly sweet. Yugi nodded and stood up. He ignored the stares and snickering as he walked up to the front of the class, but he couldn't help but glance over at the new students, who seemed to be getting impatient just standing there. They were staring at him, too, but nothing they did showed any emotion. Their eyes, their mouth, their entire faces were blank.
'They seem to be good at showing no emotion, even when things bother them,' Yugi thought. He praised them for not laughing or snickering at him. He also praised them for caring about who's blood that was, even though Yugi didn't show himself when they asked.
Once Yugi was outside the door, the teacher became evil. Her kind face crumpled into an ugly rage, and she snarled at Yugi.
"You," she said, her voice low, cold, and menacing," you're disgusting and vile. I don't want you corrupting the new students, but the only empty seats are by you, and I'm not about to move everyone around. I had better not catch you talking to them. If they talk to you, ignore them. If I even so much as see you look at them, then you will be punished so orribly you'll wish you were dead. Understood?"
"Yes, Miss."
And with that said, she stiffly patted his head and then opened the door and shoved him back in. He quietly walked back to his seat and stared at the front of the classroom.
"Okay, class, we have four new students, today. I would like you to introduce yourselves and tell us where you came from."
The boy who looked like Yugi said,"I'm Yami Mouto, and all of us came from Egypt."
Collective gasps came from the class as they stared in awe at the new students. Yugi, Ryou, Malik, and Joey just sat there looking bored, and like it was no big thing. And really, to them it wasn't.
Malik and Ryou had both been born in Egypt and had lived there till they were around five years of age. Malik had lived in Cairo and Ryou had lived in Alexandria.
Yugi, when he was about five or six, went with his grandpa on a huge archeological bust.
And Joey's parents had just plain out taken him on vacation there. They loved it, but Joey thought it had been boring, despite the pyramids and all their pictures.
The boy that looked like Ryou, only a lot meaner, said," I'm Bakura Ryou."
"I'm Marik Ishtar," the boy that looked like Malik said. Their really only difference was that Marik was taller than Malik.
And finally, the brunette with ice cold, blue eyes said,"I'm Seto Kaiba."
Gasps could be heard around the room at the name Kaiba. One kid raised his hand.
"Yes, Mark," Miss asked.
"So, since your name's Kaiba, you own Kaiba Corp., don't you?"
Kaiba's non-existent expression didn't falter, and he shrugged. "Yeah, I guess you could say it's mine."
The students were just ecstatic at these boys cool, calm attitudes.
"Thank you very much, boys. Yami would you kindly sit beside Yugi. And Bakura you sit in front of him. Marik, please sit in front of Bakura, and Seto in front of Marik. I assume you know which one Yugi is."
They nodded and headed for their seats. Once they were all seated and everyone was quiet, she grinned and started her lesson.
Homeroom had ended five minutes ago, and now it was first period. Everyone stayed with their homeroom class for first period.
For Miss, she taught social studies. Everyone sat ther and tried not to fall asleep as Miss spoke in a monotone.
Yugi sat and looked out the window, not even paying attention to the lesson. He already knew waht she was talking about.
He was book smart and already knew everything his teachers were teaching him. So, he didn't have to pay attention to the lesson.
Yugi stared contentedly out the window until he heard a small rustle of paper on his desk.
He looked down and saw someone had passed him a note. He was very confused. No one passed him notes, but he decided to open it anyway.
He, as quickly and quietly as possible, opened the note and read it. It said:
Hi,
Um...what happened to your
left arm? It's bleeding! Are you okay?
Yami
Yugi was mucho confused now. He stole a glance at Yami and saw him looking at the teacher, as usual, without expression. He then looked quickly at the teacher, and saw her looking at him. He sighed, this wasn't going to be glood.
"Bring it here, Yugi. I hope this is important enough to interrupt my fascinating lesson."
Yugi wished Yami's name would disappear on the paper. He pleaded and hoped. He didn't want Yami to get in trouble, and he didn't dwant to get punished.
When Yugi got to the front of the classroom, he handed the note over to the teacher. She scanned over the noted and looked down at his arm.
"Let me see your arm," she said. Yugi reluctantly held up his left arm. She took the old cloth of the wound and fresh blood gushed freely from his arm.
"You know the punishment for passing notes, don't you?"
"Ten," everyone, but the new students said. They were dumbfounded, and didn't know what was going on.
Their confusion quickly vanished as Miss held Yugi's bleeding arm in place, and took a ruler from a drawer in her desk.
"Do you want to count," she asked him, a cruel smile gracing her lips because of the extreme amount of pain she knew was about to come. Yugi shook his head and thought,'I think she lives off of other's pain. It's probably what she eats. Ew, that would be gross!'
His well-trained ears heard the 'whooshing' of air before the smack ever came, but when it did, boy it hurt like no tomorrow. He had to bite his lip, breaking the skin, barely able to hold back the scream that was erupting in his throat. His eyes became misty as they teared up, but he sucked them back down. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction.
He'd expected it to hurt, but definitely not this badly.
He counted in his head to make sure the teacher didn't give him and extra slap for good measure.
1,2,3,4...5,6...7,8,9...10! Ten was the hardest. It hurt like hell! Yugi couldn't help but let out the smallest, but very audible, whimper.
This incident in no way helped stop his arm from bleeding, or hurting, or his reputation to get better!
"Now, no more passing notes, Yugi, or I'll double the lashes to twenty. And that goes for the rest of the class as well. Only, the principal has instructed that Yugi, here, will get punished for your behavior because his parents say he is very unruly and needs to be taught some discipline."
Yugi nearly crumpled onto the floor. He couldn't believe it. Now his parents were setting up school beatings. It was already enough at school, it was already enough at home, how come they had to make it more than enough everywhere.
He tried to keep his tears in, tried to make himself stay standing as the teacher handed him back the bloodied cloth and the note. He stumbled back to his seat and collapsed.
The new students stared in shock, following Yugi's frail body with their eyes. Then they looked at the teacher.
Seto, who was the coldest and meanest of the four boys thought,'What kind of monster...!' He couldn't even finish the thought without thinking of the most horrid words for the teacher, and still not being able to decide what to call her! Yami, Marik, and Bakura heard the thought and the many words he could think up, and, at first, turned to him in shock, but then Marik and Bakura started laughing. OUTLOUD!
They tried to cover their mouths, but too late. The class had turned to look at the stunned expression of Yami, the worried expression of Yugi, the hysterical expressions of Marik and Bakura, and the furious expression of Seto.
"Well, boys, what's so funny," the teacher asked, trying not to become furious. No one said anything. The five boys expressions just the same, only Bakura and Marik were busting out laughing, on the ground, and rolling around by now. The looooong stream of words was still going off in Seto's head. And Yami was thinking of many ways to get out of this screw up. There was no way they were revealing that they could talk to each other through their minds!
Yugi was worried and scared and it showed. He looked at the teacher. He could tell she was trying not to become furious with the new students, but it wasn't working very well. Then she turned her attention towards him.
'Great,' he thought,'She thinks this is all my fault. I can feel it. In fact, I feel like I can...feel her...fury! And Bakura and Marik's...hysteria! Yami's...amazement! Seto's...fury!And the classes...whoa...fear! What's going on with me?'
He didn't know it, but Yugi had stood up out of his seat and backed away towards the window. He was totally oblivious to what he was doing. As he moved back, the teacher moved in pursuit of him. Her face was crumpled and ugly with fury. She had her hands in front of her, ready to grab him.
The new students were upon her in seconds. Yami stood in front of Yugi, Seto had zoomed around everyone and was standing behind Yugi before he could fall out the window. Marik and Bakura, who had finally stopped laughing, but were still smiling and trying to hold more fits of laughter in, had each grabbed one of the teacher's arms and was holding her back.
"You make my life a living HELL! In fact, you make everyone's lives a living HELL! Why can't you just drop dead. How about I make both of our lives easier by making that come true RIGHT NOW," she yelled at him. Miss lunged toward Yugi, trying to get around Yami and break out of Marik's and Bakura's hold.
At that moment the principal, Mr. Crawford, decided to walk in. "What's going on here?"
Adhiana: Yeah, you're right, this is your idea, Mel. How could you be so cruel to Yugi! That was just so mean!
Melina: Now way, this was so your idea! And don't call me 'Mel', you know I hate that!
Yami: Okay, before you two start fighting again, it was my idea!
Yugi: 'lip quivers, and looks at Yami' Was it really your idea, Yami!
Yami: 'sigh' Yes, little one. It was my idea, and you'll have to hold on for a little while longer. I have a few more tricks up my sleeve and then it'll all be over.
Yugi: 'jumps up and down' That's because you're going to save me, right, mou hitori no boku!
Yami: 'chuckles and holds Yugi' That's right, little one. I'm going to save you.
Adhiana: Okay you two, no gushy stuff. This is a 'G' rated story. Well, at least for right now it is. And sorry that Yami left that cliff hanger. I had nothing to do with it. So, please, no flames!
Melina: Yeah, I agree with my hikari! Oh, and please review. Tell us what you think. 2 reviewschapter 2!
