The pain of one child

This story is yaoi and, if you do not like yaoi then do not read this story. This story may in end have foul words in it, and it may have a rape in it,so if you do not like stories like this then go read a story that is rated P.G. Therefore, you will not turn yaoi.Mea Ann Potter

* I don't own the names or character of the show Yu-Gi-Oh. They belong to the creator of the show. Nor do I own the characters of the show Pokémon. They belong to the creator of that show.*

Ok so before I start this chapter I want to say that I am really sorry to all those that I really liked this story. The last two years of my life have been hell and very busy leaving me no time to work on this, plus it would have helped if I had a computer that would stay working. But that has changed since I finally gotten a laptop of my own and I am on the internet most days well I am working. This now leaves me to try and find time to work on this so you all can enjoy this fanfiction. I am going to try my best to keep updating as much as I can but that would require me to write out more of the story, since for the most part its all up in my head instead of here on the laptop.
Now that my life has settled down some I feel it's time to work on this once more and I am sure you are all wondering where this is going, but I won't tell you since I am not really sure myself but I know where I think I want it to go. Ok since it has been two years of no updates I am going to try and make this a longer chapter and I promise some good stuff is on the way.

The next morning Yami woke up from a dead sleep to a strange sound that he couldn't place. Sitting up on his bed he rubbed his eyes trying to think what the sound might be, all he could think it sounded like was a small child crying. He looked around the room, his eyes landing on his younger brother who was still sleeping in his bed. His arms were hanging off the side of the bed and he was snoring slightly causing Yami to roll his eyes. Sighing he pulled the covers back, placed his feet on the floor and then stretched. He grabbed his pants that were lying on the floor next to the bed and then shuffled out of the room and then into the living room where he was shocked at the sight he was greeted with.

Yami walked from the doorway to the front of the couch and then sat down on the coffee table so he could at the boy better. The small boy was lying on the couch in a ball; eyes tightly squeezed shut as if he was in a lot of pain. Thinking that the boy was hurt or something he placed his hand on his arm. To say this was going to end well was an understatement. When the boy realized that there was someone touching him, his eyes flew open reavling that he had bright purple eyes. Yami was shocked when he saw the eye color since it was a lighter shade of his own eyes. He couldn't help but think that this child was so much like him in nearly every way from his eyes to his hair. The only difference was their height. Whereas Yami was nearly 6 feet tall, the boy looked no more than 5ft 2in

"Kid are you ok?" Yami said with concern in his voice. When the boy didn't answer he was on the scared side since he didn't know what was wrong with him.
"Are you hurt?" he asked hoping this time he would get an answer but he was once again answered with silence.
"Why are you crying?" the boy wiped his eyes on his hand and then shook his head trying to tell Yami that he wasn't crying. Yami shook his head and then said,

"Hey its ok that you were crying. I get it you woke up in a strange house not knowing where you were. Its ok you could have gotten me when you got up so you would have known someone was he. I would have sat out here with you. If you get scared in the morning again like this just come into my room and wake me up," he said pointing out his door for him. The boy nodded and then held his stomach.

"Are you hungry?" Yami asked unsure if he would get an answer, but he watched as the boy nodded and then reached over to grab Yami's hand to place on his stomach.

"Whoa you are hungry aren't you?" he said as he felt the boys stomach growling since it must have been hours since he had ate anything.

"Well little one are you in luck since I am hungry too so let's head out to the kitchen to see what we can find for food," Yami said leading the way to the kitchen.

When they got to the kitchen the little one sat down at the empty table well Yami went to work looking for breakfast. Well his back was turned the little one spotted a coloring book and crayons on the table that had a bow on them. Without thinking he reached out and grabbed them and started to color one of the pages in the coloring book. Yami finally finished digging around in the fridge and then went to say something to the little one when he say that he was coloring in the coloring book that his mother had just picked up for the boy. Placing the eggs on the table that he had in his hand, he was about to say something to him when he say the boy freeze what he was doing.

"What's wrong little one?" he said sitting in the chair next to him. The boy was still not moving when Yami spoke up again.
"Are you scared that I am going to yell at you for coloring in the coloring book?" The boy nodded and then pushed the book and the crayons away from him to Yami.

"Relax I am not going to take them away from you nor will I yell at you for coloring. My mom bought them for you silly. Do you like to color?" The boy smiled and then nodded as Yami pushed them back towards him.
"Now do you want eggs for breakfast?"

After breakfast Yami went to get dressed and then did his own thing for the morning. He sat in his room reading his book for school and then answering questions.

Question 1: "Discuss the conflict Asher faces between art and religion."
 "When Asher is younger, this conflict is more external—his artistic impulse drives him to do certain things of which others in his community disapprove. One notable example of this is the episode when Asher draws a picture of the Rebbe in his Chumash. Further, Asher's artistic impulses cause him to steal oil paints from Krinsky's store.

When Asher is older, the conflict becomes more internal. He becomes more aware of what is at stake and has to consciously make decisions about what is more important. The most significant example of this is his decision to display the crucifixion. In doing so, he consciously chooses to hurt his family and community in order to remain true to his art and share his artistic vision."

Question 2:"Compare and contrast the way Asher's parents relate to him."

"Asher's father is distant from Asher. He has a very different sense of the world, does not particularly approve of art, and wishes his son were not an artist. He does not understand what someone could see in art. Even when he tries late in the book to understand, it only leads to frustration for him and Asher, as they are unable to communicate.

Asher's mother, in contrast, is more supportive. Rivkeh has had a broader range of emotional experience and seems to be a more mature character than Aryeh. She engages Asher's interest in art, by bringing him to museum. She also buys him art supplies, even though she knows it will anger Aryeh, and brings him a book about the spirit of the artist."

(When I was in 12th grade I read this book My name is Asher Lev by Chaim Potok and I loved it very much. So when I was thinking of a book to have Yami read this was the one that I wanted to use."

Itwasn't till well after noon when Yami decided that he was hungry enough to go get himself some lunch. He was shocked since he brother had gotten up around 10 and then left the house for the day. He wasn't sure where his sister was but he didn't care. Even though he loved his brother and sister the only person that he seemed to care about was the little one that was somewhere in the house sitting quietly all by himself. He was about to leave the room when there was knock on the door and then it slowly opened to show that the little one was standing outside the door wanting to come in.

"What is wrong little one?" he said tilting his head looking at him. The boy slowly walked over to him and then reached out and grabbed his hand again. A shock went through Yami causing him to shudder.
"Oh I see. Your hungry aren't you? Well guess what so I am. So let's go get lunch," he said standing up and leading the way to the kitchen.
"What do you want? We have leftovers but I don't think you will like them. We have soup if you like the kinds we got. I can make you a sandwich. What are you looking at?" he said to the kid who eyes were glued on a flyer on the fridge. Little one pointed at it and then smiled.
"Oh you are a pizza fan are you? Well you're in luck so am I. I will just order us some and then we can have it for lunch. In the mean while why don't we have some cookies and color?" he said getting up and then grabbing the bag of cookies pulling out some for the both of them. Yami ordered the pizza and then started to color with the boy as they waited. Well the boy colored Yami was watching him to see what he was coloring since he had found blank paper. Whatever he was drawing must have been contected to the cookies since the drawing was of him eating cookies and then a broken jar in a sink and two older men standing next to him telling him it was ok.
Flash back in the boys mind:

""Oh Gary there is something that you may want to know….."CrashAsh said but was interrupted by the sound of the Crash. When they heard the crash they ran into the Kitchen. When they got into the room they found that there was broken glass on the floor along with cookies, and a kid who was crying on the floor. Gary went over to the kid and picked him up and put him on the counter top. Meanwhile Ash started to pick up the thing on the floor. After he was done he went over Gary and the kid, who was still crying.

"What happened little one?" said Ash to the boy not knowing that he would not answer him. Then Ash said,

"Gary why is he not answering me?"

"He doesn't talk Ash his father told me this tonight. Ash get a wet paper towel, I am going to clean his face" said Gary as he was handed the paper towel by Ash. He then wiped away the stuff on his face. The boy was still crying, after he let Gary finish wiping his face clean he flung his arms around Gary's neck. Then Gary put his arms around the boy. Then he said,

"It is aright little one. I am not mad at you. How could I be mad at you? Don't worry about your father; he will never hurt you again, if I can help it. Were you hungry? Is that why there were cookies on the floor?" Gary let go the boy and then the boy wiped his eyes and shook his head yes. Gary picked up the kid and put him on the chair. Then he said,

"Hey are you two hungry?" Ash said yes and the little boy shook his head yes. So Gary got the number for the pizza place and ordered a pizza.

It wasn't long after that the pizza arrived and the boy dove into the pizza. They were finishing up when Yami's mother came into the kitchen all dressed up and looked like she was about to leave the house for something.

"Hello sons. How has your day been?"
"It has been fine mom. Just been hanging out with him to keep him company. Where are you going?" Yami asked looking up from his plate. She smiled at them and then said,

"A couple of friends and I are going out for lunch honey. Yami there is money in the jar for dinner if I am not back by dinner time. Your sister should be back soon. You know the rules and you're in charge Yami. Be good boys," she bent down and then kissed both their heads and then walked out of the house.