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.*
There are a few things that I want to say I am finally feeling good about where I am taking this story and I think I finally have a plan for it. It's been a long time since I have felt like I can write more to this. When I first started this I was a huge fan of fanfiction and it was taking over my life pretty bad, but then all hell broke loose and I just stopped caring about pretty much everything in my life other than a few really important things. I tried to write more of this but every time I did I would either write a few sentences and then I would put it away or simply move onto something else. But since things have kind of settled back down for me I have regained a sense of pride for this story and feel like I can put time and effort into it like I use to. In other words my spark for fanfiction is back and this time I am not letting it go out. I plan on finishing this in a year or so. I can't promise that I won't grow tired of it again but I can vow that I am going to work on this little by little till it's done.
Chapter 17
Yami and little one were still sitting out at the table when 3oclock rolled around. Yami had already finished his homework and now was trying to read his book but his eyes kept drifting over to the boy who was sitting in the chair across from him drawing on paper. Little one had grown tired of the coloring book and poked Yami until he asked him what he needed.
"Are you poking me for a reason?" Yami asked now looking up from his book to see what he needed now. Little one slid a piece of paper over to him and smiled at him.
"What is this?" he asked looking at the paper to see what was on it. He broke out smiling when he saw that the boy had drawn a picture of Yami himself.
"Is this supposed to be me?" the boy nodded and then pushed it closer to him to try and tell him to keep it.
"Can I keep this?" Yami asked as he picked it up. The boy nodded and smiled. Yami smiled back to him and then thought,
"I wish he would just talk to me. This would be much easier that way. I wonder if there is another way I get him to talk to me?"
The sound of a slamming door snapped him out of his thoughts. Walking into the kitchen was his younger brother and sister who still had their coats on.
"I see you have finally decided to come home," he said to them as he picked up his book again. Yami's brother slipped out of his coat and then hung it up, but his sister was still standing there looking at him with a puzzled look on her face.
"Why were you worried about me?" she said with a nasty bite. Yami rolled his eyes and then found his place in his book once more.
"Because mom said you be home around 2 and it's just after 3. Why were you late?"
"Does it matter? Where is mom I need to talk to her," she said walking over to her brother and noticing that there was a picture lying next to him.
"She is out with her friends for lunch. I am sure she will be back soon. Now where were you?" Yami told her but not looking up at her. Just as her hand reached out to touch the drawing Yami's own hand slapped her's away.
"Don't touch it Amy!" Yami said through clenched teeth. Their brother acrossed the room rolled his eyes at his silibings and then said,
"Amy looks like Yami has a new toy to play with. I think we should leave them along,"
"Alex I think your right about the new toy but why would I stop bugging them?" Amy said trying to grab the paper again. Yami narrowed his eyes and then said,
"Out the both of you. We need to talk right now!" he said standing up grabbing both his sister and his brother, pulling them out of the kitchen. As he was doing this little one's eyes never left the paper that he was looking at. What he just heard from the other two made his eyes wet with tears. Placing his head on the table he started to cry softly.
