1-Poison

Poison is a substance, a killing device, that weakens and kills everything it touches. A disturbance to all organisms. It wilts flowers, burns human flesh, and kills you from the inside. A silent murderer, that gives it's victims a specific amount of time before it destroys another life. 2 seconds...a few weeks...4 months..10 years...a century..It doesn't matter. No matter how good it may seem, the poison will eventually betray you, and take your life. Regardless, of how delicious the substance tastes on your tongue, or how good it feels in your system, it will hurt you and shut you down.

Forever.

Yami knew what that felt like.

Being the poison to all life species that encountered him. He wasn't normal. He wasn't human. He was a monster. A monster that plagued anything in his path. He was a killer. A sadistic killer who didn't care about anything. His only emotions, were hate, and sorrow. Those were the only things he believed in. He felt those were the only things that got him this far in life. At least, that's what Yami told himself. But far in what exactly? In reality, Yami was a wondering sadist who only played with human life for fun. He never led a normal life. But how could he? He couldn't live like everyone else as a normal human being.

He couldn't pretend to be what he wasn't. Sure, he could act like it, but his personality voided that thought. His cruel, corrupted, miserable personality, could never do any good as acting as a human. He was just too...atrocious.

And here he was. Sitting in an empty house, alone on the floor. Just staring at the wall of his bedroom.

How did he get this house you ask? Well...

DING DONG

"Honey, could you get the door? I'm a little busy over here." A happy sounding young woman said. She wore a very happy smile on her tan face before turning back to the stove and continuing cooking her husband dinner.

"Yeah, I got it." Her husband responded, kissing his wife on her cheek. "Who could that be at this hour, though..?" The man thought. It was nine at night. Who would be knocking on their door now? The husband shrugged off this thought as he walked out of their kitchen to the living room which where the front door was.

The man walked to the door and grabbed the knob, unlocking it, twisting it, and pulling it open. This was maybe the worst thing he could have done. Because once the man pulled the door open to greet whoever rung their doorbell, he was met, with a horrifying sight.

He would scream, but it was caught in his throat due to his unsettling panic. At his front door, was a young man. A young man, with odd spiky hair, and blonde locks that befell his face. With three locks shooting up, framing his ebony spiky hair like lightning bolts. With the tips of his ebony hair faded with red. He wore tattered black clothes. A black V neck tank top, and what seemed to look like leather pants. He was barefoot. The man looked about eighteen. But, his appearance wasn't really the problem.

Maybe it was the rain that kept thundering loudly once this man arrived? Or the horrifying odd silence that oozed through the room? Or maybe...It was the bright red glowing eyes this man held. Glaring at the husband with what seemed to be, anger. His red eyes did not have pupils, but instead, snake like slits.

Once the man was about to yell for his wife, the lights suddenly went off throughout the house. The husband's eyes shrunk in fear.

"Honey?! What happened to the lights?!" He heard his wife yell. Apparently, the young man could hear perfectly, since he slightly turned his head towards the direction of her voice.

"..." The husband was still panic-stricken. The only thing that he could move, were his legs. He used this opportunity to back away slowly. He watched in terror as the young man glared back at him and stepped in the house, closing the door behind him, and locking it. After stepping in the house, the husband could barely make out his face because of the darkness.

What held those red evil looking eyes, was a sharp face, thin lips, pale skin, sleek nose and eyebrows. Muscular build, limping posture-as if a zombie. His hands...For some reason, his hands held some sharp nails. He was even shorter than the husband. But over-all, the husband finally realized, this man was not normal. Finally, he found his voice.

"SARAH-" Just as the husband was about to warn his wife, all he saw was blood, and all he felt, was unbearable pain. The husband looked down, his eyes dilating. A pale skinned hand, was inside of his stomach. He traced where the hand came from, only to find that it was their 'guest' with the red eyes. As he opened his mouth to say something, the hand was yanked out of his husband watched as his pale blue shirt soak with crimson from the huge wound. Or rather-the huge hole he made in his chest. He saw hiw own intestines fall out of his torso.

He gurgled as blood spilled from his mouth, falling to his knees and laying limp on the floor. He was twitching, so he was still alive. Before dying, the husband watched as the young man stepped closer to his body, raising his foot, and stomping it on his throat. A loud CRUNCH was heard. He crushed his wind-pipe. The young man watched as the man's eyes rolled up and lay still as death consumed him.

"Steven-Oh my God!" The guest looked up from the dead body to the wife. She whimpered at the sight of her dead husband. She quickly shifted her gaze at the murderer, and froze. The guest stepped towards her once, and she screamed.

That annoying noise...

The young man quickly ran towards her. She didn't even see what was coming to her. Her screams were silenced, as she felt blood rush out of her nostrils and her eyes. Her arms fell to her sides, and she fell limp. The guest yanked his arm out of her skull, pieces of brain tissue caking his fingernails and blood decorating his entire body. Blood squirted out of her head and she fell to the ground, dead. Right next to her husband.

The young man looked over at his work, before raising his hand and shooting a red glowing beam from his palm at the bodies. The corpses began to disintegrate into ashes, and quickly evaporating into nothing. The blood also disappeared, as if nothing happened. He looked at his hands and saw the mess still on his hands. He walked to his new kitchen, and washed his hands in his new sink, water mixed with blood and brain tissue falling in the drain.

This was his home now.

So that's how he got this big house. It had white walls in every room. A big living room, a nice sized kitchen, two big bedrooms and a small guest room. Two bathrooms with one downstairs and one upstairs. There was an unused garage, and a basement downstairs that held the washing machines. There was even a pool in the back yard, and the back yard was admittedly beautiful. Nothing but flowers, and plush green grass with a picket fence.

It was no doubt a nice house. Definitely worth the killing, Yami thought. And what was Yami doing? Just sitting there looking at the wall. But what else could he do? All he knew what to do, was to kill and somewhat cook. He did exercise and do some push ups now and then. He also practiced using his powers to pass the time. But other than that, there was nothing to do but go outside.

Outside. To the outside world where there was people. Normal humans who would most likely judge him if he showed his true personality. He didn't feel like killing today. He already killed maybe 5 people yesterday, and today...He just wasn't in the mood. His depression was taking over him. He sighed. There was nothing else to do. It'll only be for a few minutes. Then he'll run right back home, no problem.

Yami got up and walked towards the spiral stairs. He proceeded to go upstairs and looked straight ahead down the hallway for his room. He walked to the second bedroom and opened the door. He kept his room pretty clean. Organized book on large bookshelves, a flat screen on the wall facing a big king sized bed with red satin sheets. A walk-in closet on the right of the bed, and the left with glass shelves that held video games. Below the flat screen TV was a game system. Yami always assumed the last owners of the house liked games. It's been 1 year since he stole this house...

Yami shook his head and walked towards the closet to get dressed. He already freshened up a few hours ago. He's been outside before to get groceries and other house supplies for living, but it always made him very uncomfortable and even unwanted. He felt alone.

Yami quickly put on his usual black attire of a black sleeveless tank top, black leather pants and combat boots. He also put on his black leather jacket just in case it was chilly, even thought the cold never really bothered him anyway. He grabbed the keys he left on his nightstand and sped walked out of his room and down the stairs. He walked to the front door opened it, and walked out of the house, locking it in the process.

~Yami~

He walked past shops, small diners, clothing stores that almost caught his eye, and even schools. He just kept walking on the pavement. This city, 'Domino'. Yami always loved it's name. It reminded him of a board game. Ironically, the city was known for it's numerous game shops. Every where you turned, there was a game store. Every street, ever corner, there was at least one.

After walking endlessly for a few more minutes, something caught Yami's eye fully. He slowed to a stop and looked up to the building. 'Burger World'. It was a fast food restaurant. You couldn't help but notice the huge hamburger icon on the front of the place. He was a bit hungry. He'd just get a quick bite and leave. He did have some cash on him, money he stole from the owners of the house. Yami soon entered the restaurant.

Once he walked in, he realized there wasn't much people in the restaurant. It was afternoon, so he figured it might have been packed. There weren't even any lines. He then paid this thought no mind as he walked towards the order counter and ordered for his meal.

After paying for it and waiting a good ten minutes before it was done. He sat at a vacant table and set his tray of food down. All he ordered was a simple burger a small beverage. Yami stared at his food and sighed. As he was about to picks up the burger and eat, a loud yell stopped him. He turned his head towards the direction of the loud noise and narrowed his eyes.

"Oh come on Yug'!" A few other people looked over at the outburst. The person who yelled out looked around and blushed at the unwanted attention. He sat down in his chair and cleared his throat, looking back at his company. It was a group of three. The one who yelled was a young man who had dirty blonde hair and held a goofy expression on his face. Giggling from the small scene of embarrassment. He seemed to be a teenager. As did the other two. Another teenager was a young woman with short brown hair that reached her shoulders. She only shook her head at the blonde one. Finally, the third teenager-wait...This boy didn't look like a teenager. He looked like a child.

And this boy gave Yami a spark of interest.

He had a cute round face, and big purple wide eyes. He amazingly had hair similar to Yami, only his didn't have the extra blonde locks at the top, and his black spiky hair had purple faded hair. He had a very cute smile on his face as he giggled at his friends. Yami had to admit, the boy was adorable. But there was no way he would dare talk to Yami. As much as he wanted to go over there and-wait! Why does he care what a human thinks? Besides, it was best he shouldn't interact with them much anyway...

Yami looked back down at his food and began to eat.

~Yugi~

"Hey Yug'. I thought you said you were the only child?" Jou asked with a smirk, crossing his arms in the process. Yugi blinked in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Yugi asked. Jou looked up from Yugi's gaze and looked some where else.

"Then who's that?" He asked. Yugi looked to where he was looking at and almost gasped. That guy sitting at that table alone...

"Wow..He looks just like you, Yugi." Anzu commented, also looking at the Yugi-look alike. "Just more..."

"He's like you, just in adult-form!" Jou chuckled. Yugi pouted at Jou and rolled his eyes.

"I agree, we do look alike..But man..." Yugi sighed sadly. Anzu cocked her head to the side and looked down at Yugi.

"What's wrong?"

"He looks so lonely." Yugi spoke quietly. Anzu frowned in agreement.

"Yeah, he does." She spoke int he same tone. Jou frowned as well and looked at the table, trying to think of a way to lighten up the mood. His expression brightened up. He looked at Yugi and smirked once again.

"Then why don't you invite him to your party Anzu?" Anzu whipped her head at him and scowled.

"Jounouchi! He's a total stranger!" She said in an angry whisper. Jou shrugged.

"Aw come on, it's a public party. Plus! I saw you yesterday inviting strangers off the street to your party-"

"My friend asked me to invite them!" Se quickly cut him off. Jou rolled his eyes.

"Well this friend, your best friend, is asking you to invite that guy." He pointed to the Yugi-look alike and smirked at Anzu. Anzu sighed in frustration.

"No way! I at least trusted those people! I can't just trust a complete stranger, Jou." She glared with daggers, making Jou sigh in defeat.

"Fine...'Kura's comin' too, right?" He asked. Anzu blinked once and tapped her chin.

"Hm...Yeah, I think so. Bakura Ryou, right?" Jou nodded.

"Yeah. He's bringing his brother too? That Akefia Guy? Aren't they twins?" Jou saked with a raised eye brow. Anzu nodded with a smile.

"They're cute when they're together. I wonder if-"

"Excuse me." A very low baritone voice, stopped their conversation. The three teens looked up and all of their faces became shocked. The doppelgänger Yugi look-alike walked to their table. Staring down at them. "Did you say, Akefia Bakura?" He looked towards Jou. Jou slowly nodded, becoming hypnotized in the doppelgänger's blood red eyes. He kept a vacant expression, almost uncaring and oblivious.

"Yeah..." Jou slowly said. Getting suspicious of the guy's behavior. "You know 'em?" The Yugi look-alike nodded and frowned. He sighed.

"Yes. I was going to ask if I could attend to this party." He smiled and looked at Anzu. Anzu could almost drool at the guy. She already had a small crush on Yugi, but this guy? She'd rather date him. He was like a sexier version of Yugi.

"S-Sure! No problem, absolutely!" She grinned like a maniac and searched in her purse for her party invitations. Jou's jaw dropped and Yugi just shook his head, silently nibbling on a french fry. Once Anzu found what she was looking for, she stood out of her chair. She blushed as she handed the stranger a purple invitation. It read, 'Sweet Seventeen'. The guy made a puzzled expression. "O-Oh, um, I didn't get to celebrate my birthday last year when I turned sixteen because of some personal issues, but now I'm having this year. Heheh." Anzu felt so nervous. She kept avoiding his gaze and she felt her cheeks burn every second he stood in front of her. "It's at night at eight. The address is on the paper..." She felt her voice shake a bit and lower down.

The man smiled at her, making butterflies flutter in her stomach. "Thank you. I shall be there." He was about to turn around, but he stopped mid-way and looked back the three teens. "My name is Atem Yami Sennen. But I'd rather be called, Yami." Anzu felt like she was about to faint.

"O-Okay. Yami. Cool." Anzu barely replied. Yami looked at Yugi and smiled even wider. But this smile seemed...Pure.

"Will you be there?" He asked. Yugi gulped and smiled nervously.

"U-Uh...Yes." Yugi quickly nodded. Yami smirked at his nervousness.

"Excellent. I look forward to seeing you three. Goodbye for now." Yami turned and walked towards the exit, leaving the restaurant. Jou looked at Anzu, then back at Yugi. But only at Yugi did he smirk. Yugi blushed a little and looked away.

"Looks like someone's got an admire-OW!" Jou quickly covered his mouth from yelling out curses in pain. He glared at Anzu with anger. "What. The. Hell?!" He angrily whispered. Anzu crossed her arms and made the exact same glare at Jou.

"Let's go, Yugi."

If Yugi didn't know any better, he'd say Anzu seemed...Jealous.

PROLOUGE