Hello readers I am back! This chapter is focused around Valon! The long awaited story we have been dying to hear

...*crickets chirping*

Or not. But anyway, I know Valon didn't have any siblings, but I made one for him. Her name is Alice. And I don't own Yugioh. I just own Alice, Rose, and George. I wish this could've been longer, but like I said last time, no promises. But hey, his story wasn't very long in the show, so they shouldn't be talking!

Valon:Who are you talking to? And who shouldn't be talking?

Me:4KIDS!

Valon:Blashphemy!

Me: Also, review! Constructive critiscm is appreciated and good comments please. No flames please!

Valon:And if my story sounds stupid, which it probably is, blame her*points at me*

Me:Ignore him! I didn't think it sounded stupid. Now go read! And remember to review! And I take suggestions for ideas in chapters. I'm running low on ideas, so if you have any, please share ^-^

Recap: "Well, since you really want to know, it began in Australia ten years ago..."

A boy with star shaped brown hair and bright blue eyes walked silently down the street of his neighborhood. He smiled and listened to his little sister, Alice, while she chattered on about what happened at school that day. This is what they did everyday. He would walk with her to and from school. That was his favorite part of his day. Home was a different story. For being an eight year old boy, he was pretty mature. He had to be. It wasn't safe at home. At home, it was as if you were walking on pins. Alice clutched his hand tightly.

"Valon, is daddy going to be mad again?"

"I don't know Alice, I hope not."

"I don't want him to hit mommy."

Valon gave her a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry Alice, when I'm older, we'll leave daddy, and take mommy with us."

Alice stared up at him, her robins nest blue eyes stared up at him.

"Really Valon? Do you mean it?"

"Of course I mean it."

Alice giggled and they continued the rest of their way home. Once they arrived, Valon fixed Alice a snack and made her go to her room, in case their father came home in a bad mood. He walked over to his mothers room. Opening the door quietly, he peered inside. Inside, a woman with once golden hair, sat on a rocking chair, staring blankly at a wall. Her blue eyes, the exact shade as Alice's, were dull and empty. Valon walked quietly into the room.

"Mom, we're home."

She turned her eyes to him and gave him a weak smile.

"Okay Valon. Is your father home?"

"No, not yet."

His mother sighed. Slowly and painfully, she eased herself out of the chair. Valon grimaced. Her side was bruised and she had multiple cut wounds on her arms. There was no need to say it. His father was becoming a problem. His mother turned to him.

"Well, I guess I should start dinner."

Valon nodded and left the room. He went to his own room, getting started on his homework. He was just about done with it, when he heard the front door slam open. He frowned, knowing it was his father.

"Hey Rose!" he called "What's for dinner?"

"Chicken and rice." Came his mothers weak reply.

Valon put down his homework and opened the door to his room. He walked into Alice's room. She was playing with her Barbie dolls, looking pretty content. Valon hated to ruin her playtime.

"Alice, dinner is ready."

She looked up at him and grinned. Following him to the kitchen. Their father was drinking some beer at the table. He looked up when he saw his children. He grinned at them.

"Hello kids."

They gave a quiet hello. Their father took another sip and stood up. He looked at Alice.

"Doesn't daddy get a hug?"

Alice walked over to him and gave him an awkward hug, just as their mother put food on the table. Everything was quiet for a few minutes until their father took a bite out of his chicken. He yelled the minute he bit into it.

"GOD DAMMIT ROSE! YOU DIDN'T TELL ME IT WAS HOT!"

Their mother grimaced, not liking being yelled at.

"I'm sorry George, I'll be careful next time."

Their father growled and shoved the plate off the table. Alice shrieked as the plate broke right next to her. Valon leaped into action, taking his little sister by the hand, he led her out of the kitchen. He made her stay in his room, gently stroking her hair as she cried. Both of them hated listening to their mother cry, and hearing sounds of her being hit. It wasn't until around eleven o'clock that everything was quiet. Valon got up and quietly walked into the kitchen. His eyes widened. The whole room was a mess. There was glass on the floor, food bits everywhere, chairs over turned. And his mother was on the floor, still and lifeless. Valon put on his shoes and stepped over to her. She looked awful. She had multiple cut marks on her face, and the bruise on her side looked even worse. Valon shook her a little.

"Mom, Mom, wake up, you need to get up, Mom!"

But his mother wasn't moving. Valon panicked. He looked around for a pulse, but there was none. He felt something cold hit him, cold, dead, numb, realization. His mother was dead. His mom was dead! He couldn't believe this! He screamed.

"MOM, MOM WAKE UP! WAKE UP! PLEASE MOM!"

His father ran into the room and glared at him.

"Valon! It's bedtime! What are you doing out of bed?"

"Dad. Mom won't wake up! She's dead!"

"Valon, stop playing around!"

"I'm not! She really is..."

He never got to finish his sentence, his father back handed him, sending him into the counter. His father knelt down and felt their mother. His eyes widened to the size of golf balls. Grabbing Valon, he handed him the broom and told him to clean the place up. Once the place was clean, he dialed the ambulance.

As it turned out, his mother had died from internal bleeding or so the doctor said. The doctor looked at his father and him and stared at them.

"If only the people around her had noticed sooner, then this could've been prevented."

There had been a funeral. But not many people showed up. His mother's parents were both dead and his fathers family hated their son. So it was just a few of their mothers friends and their fathers. It had been a pretty dreary day. The sun was shinning and it was pretty hot. Valon thought things couldn't get any worse. Boy, was he wrong.

It was late May, a pretty quiet day, Valon was busy wrapping bandages over his wrist. Earlier that day, his father bent his wrist back, since Valon refused to go get him more beer. It was a pretty stupid thing to do, but it was better if he was sober.

"Valon, is your wrist okay?"

Valon looked at his little sister. For being a six year old, she seemed to notice when things weren't okay. Valon gave her a reassuring smile.

"I'm fine Alice."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Now, I'm going to go get more milk, you know the drill, if Dad comes home and I'm not there, stay in your room. Okay?"

She nodded and Valon ruffled her blond hair. He took off towards the grocery store. The cashier gave him a funny look when he came up to pay for it.

"Hey kid, where are your parents?"

"At work." Valon lied.

The cashier gave him a look of disbelief. As Valon was walking out of the store, and waited for the bus, he noticed two ladies staring at him and speaking in hushed tones.

"Hey, isn't that George's son?"

"Yeah, I think it is."

"Poor kid. His mom is dead and his father is rumored to be an alcoholic."

"Did you hear the rumors? Some people are saying his father killed the mom."

"Shhhhhhh! He'll hear you!"

Valon glared at them. Both ladies turned around and pretended to be looking at something. Valon rolled his eyes. Stupid people. They should learn to keep there mouths shut. The bus ride home was uneventful, but Valon kept having this nagging feeling in his chest. He quickly ran off the bus when it stopped and threw open the door to his house. It was quiet. His father was passed out on the couch. Valon frowned. Where was Alice?

"Alice?" He called

But there was no reply, just silence. Valon ran to his sisters room, but she wasn't there. Panic rose in his chest, he threw open the door to the bathroom and his heart stopped. Lying on the floor, covered in blood, was Alice. Valon dropped to his knees and crawled over to her. She was still alive, but she was growing weaker by the minute. She stared up at him with pain filled eyes.

"Valon? Is that you?"

He pulled her head onto his lap. "I'm here sis, you're going to be okay. What happened?"

She took a shaky breath.

"I was in my room, just where you told me to go if daddy came home. Daddy came home and he was really mad. He came into my room and started hitting me. He took me to the bathroom and slammed my heading to the mirror, and then he took a huge shard of glass and stabbed me. Right here."

Alice pointed to the wound on her stomach. Valon cringed. He was no doctor, but he was pretty sure they wouldn't be able to save her in time. Alice clutched his hand.

"Valon, tell me a story."

Valon cleared his throat and began to speak.

"Once upon a time, the sun fell in love with the moon. They loved each other so much, that they would forget to do what they were meant to do. The sun forgot to set and rise and the moon forgot to change its shape. Cosmos was not very happy about this and he forbade the two from seeing each other. But the two lovers could not be separated. The sun created a bird called the phoenix, and the moon created the nightingale. The two birds represented their love and this way, the two lovers could be together. Cosmos didn't like this either. So he killed the two birds. To punish them even further, he turned the moon around, so she could not look at the sun. So that is why we can only see one side of the moon. But this still didn't stop them. The moon created a human being, a girl, and her name was Luna. The sun created a man, called Helios. They sent the humans to earth and told them to populate it, and that is how humans came to be. And it proved to Cosmos, that love was eternal. It can never be stopped."

Alice was silent. Her eyes were closed and her breathing had stopped. Valon cried. For the first time in many months, he cried.

He called the authorities. It turned out that they had been on his fathers tail the whole time. Now his father was in prison. But that didn't justify anything. His mom and sister were dead. And they weren't coming back.

Life seemed to get worse. He kept getting into fights. And he ran away from his foster home. One time, he was even tempted to kill himself. But then he met Mother Mary. She was kind to him, and she took him in. She didn't pressure him into telling her what had happened in his life. She just took care of him. Valon grew protective over her. Street thugs were always mean to her. And one day, they even set fire to the church, killing her while she was inside. Valon had been outraged. He found the gang and beat them up. Unfortunately, the cops came and Valon was blamed for killing Mother Mary and setting fire to the church. He was taken to prison and got into more fights, until that one day that changed his life. The head of the prison offered for him to duel other inmates on an island until there was only one winner. Valon agreed. After all, what did he have to live for. His own life meant nothing to him.

He was pretty surprised to find out he was good at dueling. He defeated the others in only thirty days. This had caught the attention of Dartz and he had appeared to him one day.

"Valon, I can help you."

"And how can you help me?"

"I can take you from this prison and you can duel for me."

Valon smirked, liking the idea.

"Alright then fancy pants. I'll duel and then maybe one day, I'll even beat you."

Dartz smirked and nodded to that idea. Valon went with him, and his whole life turned around. For the better.

Well that was chapter ten! Hope you enjoyed it!

Valon:Alright, I suppose it wasn't that bad

Me:Mhm u-u

Valon:Remember to review! Oh and happy easter!

Me:I'm hoping for a chocolate bunny. My dog ate mine last year