I know, I know, I should be working on FoME or NC, but I had an idea for
this and I couldn't help, but write it. PLUS, I'm being plagued by EtaP
syndrome. That's Evil Teachers and Parents syndrome. I have, like, NO
time available to write. But, on the plus side, if I make all A's this
school year my mom will buy me a laptop. So, I'm working REALLY hard to
keep up my grades. Please don't kill me!
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Disclaimer: ME NO OWN!
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Yuugi Motou was not the most athletic of people. In fact, if called upon, he probably wasn't as athletic as most of his gym class. This made him a perfect target for school bullies at Domino High. A loner by nature, he never had anyone to defend him.
His tri-colored hair made him stand out in a crowd, while his crystalline amethyst eyes showed too much innocence for his own good. His short, energetic build caused him to be the shortest kid in his grade.
He slammed into a wall as an iron hard fist hit his stomach. Long ago he had taught himself to block everything out. Slowly, his muscles relaxed one by one and he just let the punches and kicks hit him. Finally, after he was totally relaxed, he let go of the real world and his mind plummeted into the fantasy life he had made up for himself.
The pain rolled over his only semi-conscious body as he dreamed of the perfect life, where he was loved and cared for, where he had friends that would protect him. Long after the bully lost interest, Yuugi stood up and limped home.
Ignoring his grandfather's questions about what had happened, he went up to his room and dropped his backpack on the floor. Tears sprang once again to his eyes as his curled himself into a ball on his bed.
The next morning he got up groggily to find that his body was stiff with tension and pain. He looked in the mirror and found his face covered in bruises. The one under his right eye was multi-colored and looked as if was already healing, while his blackened left eye caused his entire face to flinch when he prodded it.
He got dressed, ignoring the pain in his right calf, meaning that he'd sprained something.
At school it was no better, Yuugi was ignored by the steady stream of people in the halls and was brutally knocked around by the rush of kids hurrying to their classes. In homeroom, the teacher announced that they had a new student. He had the same tri-colored hair as Yuugi, with more yellow streaks. His eyes were red, reminding Yuugi of crimson blood. He was short, though not as short as Yuugi, and he walked with a confidence that Yuugi lacked. He wore a black muscle shirt and leather pants that showed a blatant disregard for the school uniform. Though he was thin, he had the outlining of firmly toned muscles.
"This is Yami, he transferred from his old school."
Yami smirked to show that he didn't care what anyone thought of him. "I was expelled." The smirk grew on his face.
The teacher made a disapproving face and showed him to a seat across the room from Yuugi. Throughout the day, Yuugi kept catching himself sneaking glances at the boy. By the end of the day, it was obvious that half of the girls at school had crushes on him, but when the most popular girl at school, Anzu, asked him out, he refused.
School took far too long to end. When it was finally over, Yuugi walked through the halls, hurrying to get home. In the halls, he spotted Yami, talking to two girls.
"So Yami, who you taking to the Halloween Dance?" One of them asked flirtatiously.
"As of now, no one." Yami drawled, clearly annoyed. Yuugi felt two strong arms grab him from behind. He had been so intent on listening to their conversation, he hadn't realized that a group of bullies was behind him.
"Hey, look guys. It's our friend." The one grabbing him sneered. The voice drew Yami's attention. He looked up, startled, into Yuugi's pleading eyes. Yuugi could feel him looking him over, searching out the bruises and scratches, every wound that was inflicted upon him. Just as quickly, Yami turned away from the pleading orbs, looking back at the girls.
The bullies threw Yuugi outside, slamming him hard into the ground and walking away.
That was it. Yuugi had had it. He slammed his fist into the ground, bringing more tears to his eyes. He screamed in rage. Some of the students looked at him, but they just kept moving, ignoring the boy's pain.
Two rough, callused hands grabbed him by the shoulders and stood him up. He refused to look at the person; silently wishing the stranger would just kill him now. "You really should learn to keep your voice down," Said a wry voice.
Yuugi was startled into looking up. The boy had white hair and mischievous, brown eyes. Though the person's intentions seemed good, Yuugi had learned to never trust anyone. "What do you want? To torture me like everyone else?"
The white-haired boy didn't say anything, but his smirk grew. He reached into his pocket and drew out a knife. Holding it in front of Yuugi's face, he let it catch the light as he watched Yuugi's nervousness grow.
"Stop it, Bakura. He looks like he's had a rough enough day already." Yuugi looked behind Bakura to see a boy with long, sandy-blonde hair and intriguing eyes.
Bakura turned and looked at his friend. "Come on, Marik. While we're waiting for our little friend, we can have some fun with his look-alike." Marik shrugged to show that Bakura could do what he wanted, but he was to have no part of it. Bakura glared for a second before turning back to Yuugi. Seeing that Yuugi was still staring at the metal blade, he slipped it back inside his pocket.
"Listen kid. I'm hosting a party on Halloween Night. Here's the address." He passed Yuugi a slip of paper with an address written on it. Yuugi saw Marik flinch at the sound of Bakura inviting Yuugi to the party. "Come if you want to." Bakura said before turning back to Marik. "Come on," He said to Marik. "We can catch up with Yami later." Marik nodded and gave Yuugi one last piercing glance before turning and walking away. After the two were out of sight, Yuugi ran the whole way home, tripping repeatedly.
He ran up to his room and lay down on the bed, crying the entire time. After he had worn himself out, he pulled the paper out of his pocket. Halloween was tomorrow night, and Yuugi hadn't been planning on doing anything anyway. There was the dance the same night, but Yuugi saw no point in going there.
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The next night Yuugi looked himself over in the mirror. He had put on tons of face paint, making his face pale white and blocking out the bruises. He was wearing a blood red shirt under a long black cape. His pants were black leather. He wore a spiked choker around his neck and a spiked bracelet around his left wrist. Getting up the courage, he sneaked out of the house and made his way to the party.
He knocked on the door and a boy inside swung it open. Yuugi stepped inside gingerly. The reek of blood lay heavily in the air, surrounding everything in its coppery stench.
"Who invited you?" The boy who had opened the door for him asked.
"He's with me." Bakura said from behind Yuugi, wrapping his arms tenderly around his waist. Yuugi nervously tried to push away, but Bakura tightened his grip.
"I should have known." The other boy muttered and walked away.
Yuugi turned around and faced Bakura. His eyes were blackened instead of the brown Yuugi had seen the other day. His lips were unnaturally red and there was an even stronger stench of blood coming from them.
Bakura grinned and pushed a stray piece of golden hair out of Yuugi's face. "My, you look nice tonight." Bakura commented, his trademark smirk growing.
Yuugi shivered. That voice was heavy with desire and hunger. Bakura's eyes pierced Yuugi so much that he was trembling. Bakura noticed and leaned forward to whisper in Yuugi's ear. "Don't worry, young one, I'm not going to hurt you."
He brought his eyes level with Yuugi's and stared at him heatedly. Bakura brought his face closer to Yuugi's and gently pressed his lips against Yuugi's own, trembling ones. Pulling their faces apart just as quickly, Bakura looked into Yuugi's eyes to make sure that he understood.
Yuugi didn't know what was going on. Why had Bakura kissed him? Why did he sneak out of the house to be here? But suddenly he didn't care. Letting go of his self-control, he curled up into Bakura's chest, crying. Bakura held him tightly, and when Yuugi wore himself out, he led him into another room and sat him down on a couch. There were more people in this room, some dancing, some drinking, some making out, but the booming music wasn't as loud.
"Listen, you stay here. I'm going to go get you something to drink." Yuugi nodded and relaxed on the couch. Looking to his left, he spotted Marik. He was kissing a girl's neck and after awhile he pulled away. Looking up, he spotted Yuugi's eyes on him and wiped his lips. The girl seemed slightly dazed and disoriented. There were two, small red dots on her neck. Before Yuugi could think about it anymore, Bakura was standing in front of him, holding out a drink.
Yuugi took it hesitantly, wondering what it was. As if reading his thoughts, Bakura said, "Don't worry, it's just soda. You don't seem the type to be accepting alcohol." Yuugi nodded and took a sip. Bakura sat down next to him and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. Yuugi snuggled in closer and Bakura smiled fondly at him. "So what's your name?" He asked.
"Yuugi." Bakura nodded.
"Do you want to tell be where you got these bruises?" Yuugi was surprised to hear that it actually sounded like he cared. He told Bakura everything, how he got beat up all the time, how no one seemed to care about him, how whenever he asked people for help, they ignored him.
"It's okay, Yuugi. No one's going to hurt you anymore."
"How can you promise that?"
"Because I care about you. I will protect you."
Yuugi nodded, closing his eyes and relaxing into Bakura's hold. Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass sounded behind them. Yuugi turned around to see Yami glaring at Bakura. Something must have surprised him enough to make him drop his glass. Yami walked up to Bakura and Yuugi.
"Ah, Yami. I was wondering when I would get the chance to see you next." Bakura casually remarked, despite the fact that Yami was glaring daggers at him.
"Let him go, Bakura." Yami said. "He didn't do anything to you."
"I can't let him go, Yami. He came to me because he wanted to. He needed protection. In fact, he told me he had pleaded for your help once, but you didn't help him." Yami looked over to Yuugi, who was clinging to Bakura, scared. He didn't want to leave.
"Yuugi, may I give you a ride home?" Yami asked. Yuugi shook his head fiercely. "You don't understand, Yuugi." Yami said, his voice rising. "You are in a room full of killers." He practically spat the word. "They'll kill you the first chance they get."
Suddenly, Yami was grabbed from behind by Marik. Marik pressed a knife against his throat. "Yami," He whispered in Yami's ear. He twisted Yami's arm up behind his back, breaking it. "I think it's time for you to go." Marik practically threw Yami out of the house.
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Yuugi woke up Sunday morning in his own bed, in the same clothes he wore last night. Groggily, he tried to remember the party. He couldn't remember much after Yami was thrown out. He did remember Bakura giving him a ride home.
Suddenly, he felt a slightly numb pain in his arm. Rolling up his sleeve, he looked over it in surprise. Carved into his arm was the name "Bakura," adorned with rose designs. He didn't remember when he had gotten these.
He put his hand in his pocket and was startled to find a piece of paper. He drew it out. It was a poem from Bakura.
Broken glass And shattered dreams Heartfelt sorrow And tearful screams
What monster That lurks in the night Would hurt this angel Of ethereal light
Amethyst eyes And blood red lips Is anything more perfect Than love's first kiss
Yuugi read the poem tenderly. You think me an angel, Bakura? He thought. You saved me. If I'm an angel, what are you?
~ Meanwhile ~
Yami paced his room, his sorcerer powers stretching and rebounding in the room. His powers allowed him to spy on Yuugi. He shivered. How could Yuugi be so in love with that . . . creature? You'll pay for this, Bakura. He thought. This is one more life that you've taken. I'll keep my promise. One day I shall kill you and all of your vampire kin.
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What do you think? R+R plz!
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Disclaimer: ME NO OWN!
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Yuugi Motou was not the most athletic of people. In fact, if called upon, he probably wasn't as athletic as most of his gym class. This made him a perfect target for school bullies at Domino High. A loner by nature, he never had anyone to defend him.
His tri-colored hair made him stand out in a crowd, while his crystalline amethyst eyes showed too much innocence for his own good. His short, energetic build caused him to be the shortest kid in his grade.
He slammed into a wall as an iron hard fist hit his stomach. Long ago he had taught himself to block everything out. Slowly, his muscles relaxed one by one and he just let the punches and kicks hit him. Finally, after he was totally relaxed, he let go of the real world and his mind plummeted into the fantasy life he had made up for himself.
The pain rolled over his only semi-conscious body as he dreamed of the perfect life, where he was loved and cared for, where he had friends that would protect him. Long after the bully lost interest, Yuugi stood up and limped home.
Ignoring his grandfather's questions about what had happened, he went up to his room and dropped his backpack on the floor. Tears sprang once again to his eyes as his curled himself into a ball on his bed.
The next morning he got up groggily to find that his body was stiff with tension and pain. He looked in the mirror and found his face covered in bruises. The one under his right eye was multi-colored and looked as if was already healing, while his blackened left eye caused his entire face to flinch when he prodded it.
He got dressed, ignoring the pain in his right calf, meaning that he'd sprained something.
At school it was no better, Yuugi was ignored by the steady stream of people in the halls and was brutally knocked around by the rush of kids hurrying to their classes. In homeroom, the teacher announced that they had a new student. He had the same tri-colored hair as Yuugi, with more yellow streaks. His eyes were red, reminding Yuugi of crimson blood. He was short, though not as short as Yuugi, and he walked with a confidence that Yuugi lacked. He wore a black muscle shirt and leather pants that showed a blatant disregard for the school uniform. Though he was thin, he had the outlining of firmly toned muscles.
"This is Yami, he transferred from his old school."
Yami smirked to show that he didn't care what anyone thought of him. "I was expelled." The smirk grew on his face.
The teacher made a disapproving face and showed him to a seat across the room from Yuugi. Throughout the day, Yuugi kept catching himself sneaking glances at the boy. By the end of the day, it was obvious that half of the girls at school had crushes on him, but when the most popular girl at school, Anzu, asked him out, he refused.
School took far too long to end. When it was finally over, Yuugi walked through the halls, hurrying to get home. In the halls, he spotted Yami, talking to two girls.
"So Yami, who you taking to the Halloween Dance?" One of them asked flirtatiously.
"As of now, no one." Yami drawled, clearly annoyed. Yuugi felt two strong arms grab him from behind. He had been so intent on listening to their conversation, he hadn't realized that a group of bullies was behind him.
"Hey, look guys. It's our friend." The one grabbing him sneered. The voice drew Yami's attention. He looked up, startled, into Yuugi's pleading eyes. Yuugi could feel him looking him over, searching out the bruises and scratches, every wound that was inflicted upon him. Just as quickly, Yami turned away from the pleading orbs, looking back at the girls.
The bullies threw Yuugi outside, slamming him hard into the ground and walking away.
That was it. Yuugi had had it. He slammed his fist into the ground, bringing more tears to his eyes. He screamed in rage. Some of the students looked at him, but they just kept moving, ignoring the boy's pain.
Two rough, callused hands grabbed him by the shoulders and stood him up. He refused to look at the person; silently wishing the stranger would just kill him now. "You really should learn to keep your voice down," Said a wry voice.
Yuugi was startled into looking up. The boy had white hair and mischievous, brown eyes. Though the person's intentions seemed good, Yuugi had learned to never trust anyone. "What do you want? To torture me like everyone else?"
The white-haired boy didn't say anything, but his smirk grew. He reached into his pocket and drew out a knife. Holding it in front of Yuugi's face, he let it catch the light as he watched Yuugi's nervousness grow.
"Stop it, Bakura. He looks like he's had a rough enough day already." Yuugi looked behind Bakura to see a boy with long, sandy-blonde hair and intriguing eyes.
Bakura turned and looked at his friend. "Come on, Marik. While we're waiting for our little friend, we can have some fun with his look-alike." Marik shrugged to show that Bakura could do what he wanted, but he was to have no part of it. Bakura glared for a second before turning back to Yuugi. Seeing that Yuugi was still staring at the metal blade, he slipped it back inside his pocket.
"Listen kid. I'm hosting a party on Halloween Night. Here's the address." He passed Yuugi a slip of paper with an address written on it. Yuugi saw Marik flinch at the sound of Bakura inviting Yuugi to the party. "Come if you want to." Bakura said before turning back to Marik. "Come on," He said to Marik. "We can catch up with Yami later." Marik nodded and gave Yuugi one last piercing glance before turning and walking away. After the two were out of sight, Yuugi ran the whole way home, tripping repeatedly.
He ran up to his room and lay down on the bed, crying the entire time. After he had worn himself out, he pulled the paper out of his pocket. Halloween was tomorrow night, and Yuugi hadn't been planning on doing anything anyway. There was the dance the same night, but Yuugi saw no point in going there.
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The next night Yuugi looked himself over in the mirror. He had put on tons of face paint, making his face pale white and blocking out the bruises. He was wearing a blood red shirt under a long black cape. His pants were black leather. He wore a spiked choker around his neck and a spiked bracelet around his left wrist. Getting up the courage, he sneaked out of the house and made his way to the party.
He knocked on the door and a boy inside swung it open. Yuugi stepped inside gingerly. The reek of blood lay heavily in the air, surrounding everything in its coppery stench.
"Who invited you?" The boy who had opened the door for him asked.
"He's with me." Bakura said from behind Yuugi, wrapping his arms tenderly around his waist. Yuugi nervously tried to push away, but Bakura tightened his grip.
"I should have known." The other boy muttered and walked away.
Yuugi turned around and faced Bakura. His eyes were blackened instead of the brown Yuugi had seen the other day. His lips were unnaturally red and there was an even stronger stench of blood coming from them.
Bakura grinned and pushed a stray piece of golden hair out of Yuugi's face. "My, you look nice tonight." Bakura commented, his trademark smirk growing.
Yuugi shivered. That voice was heavy with desire and hunger. Bakura's eyes pierced Yuugi so much that he was trembling. Bakura noticed and leaned forward to whisper in Yuugi's ear. "Don't worry, young one, I'm not going to hurt you."
He brought his eyes level with Yuugi's and stared at him heatedly. Bakura brought his face closer to Yuugi's and gently pressed his lips against Yuugi's own, trembling ones. Pulling their faces apart just as quickly, Bakura looked into Yuugi's eyes to make sure that he understood.
Yuugi didn't know what was going on. Why had Bakura kissed him? Why did he sneak out of the house to be here? But suddenly he didn't care. Letting go of his self-control, he curled up into Bakura's chest, crying. Bakura held him tightly, and when Yuugi wore himself out, he led him into another room and sat him down on a couch. There were more people in this room, some dancing, some drinking, some making out, but the booming music wasn't as loud.
"Listen, you stay here. I'm going to go get you something to drink." Yuugi nodded and relaxed on the couch. Looking to his left, he spotted Marik. He was kissing a girl's neck and after awhile he pulled away. Looking up, he spotted Yuugi's eyes on him and wiped his lips. The girl seemed slightly dazed and disoriented. There were two, small red dots on her neck. Before Yuugi could think about it anymore, Bakura was standing in front of him, holding out a drink.
Yuugi took it hesitantly, wondering what it was. As if reading his thoughts, Bakura said, "Don't worry, it's just soda. You don't seem the type to be accepting alcohol." Yuugi nodded and took a sip. Bakura sat down next to him and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. Yuugi snuggled in closer and Bakura smiled fondly at him. "So what's your name?" He asked.
"Yuugi." Bakura nodded.
"Do you want to tell be where you got these bruises?" Yuugi was surprised to hear that it actually sounded like he cared. He told Bakura everything, how he got beat up all the time, how no one seemed to care about him, how whenever he asked people for help, they ignored him.
"It's okay, Yuugi. No one's going to hurt you anymore."
"How can you promise that?"
"Because I care about you. I will protect you."
Yuugi nodded, closing his eyes and relaxing into Bakura's hold. Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass sounded behind them. Yuugi turned around to see Yami glaring at Bakura. Something must have surprised him enough to make him drop his glass. Yami walked up to Bakura and Yuugi.
"Ah, Yami. I was wondering when I would get the chance to see you next." Bakura casually remarked, despite the fact that Yami was glaring daggers at him.
"Let him go, Bakura." Yami said. "He didn't do anything to you."
"I can't let him go, Yami. He came to me because he wanted to. He needed protection. In fact, he told me he had pleaded for your help once, but you didn't help him." Yami looked over to Yuugi, who was clinging to Bakura, scared. He didn't want to leave.
"Yuugi, may I give you a ride home?" Yami asked. Yuugi shook his head fiercely. "You don't understand, Yuugi." Yami said, his voice rising. "You are in a room full of killers." He practically spat the word. "They'll kill you the first chance they get."
Suddenly, Yami was grabbed from behind by Marik. Marik pressed a knife against his throat. "Yami," He whispered in Yami's ear. He twisted Yami's arm up behind his back, breaking it. "I think it's time for you to go." Marik practically threw Yami out of the house.
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Yuugi woke up Sunday morning in his own bed, in the same clothes he wore last night. Groggily, he tried to remember the party. He couldn't remember much after Yami was thrown out. He did remember Bakura giving him a ride home.
Suddenly, he felt a slightly numb pain in his arm. Rolling up his sleeve, he looked over it in surprise. Carved into his arm was the name "Bakura," adorned with rose designs. He didn't remember when he had gotten these.
He put his hand in his pocket and was startled to find a piece of paper. He drew it out. It was a poem from Bakura.
Broken glass And shattered dreams Heartfelt sorrow And tearful screams
What monster That lurks in the night Would hurt this angel Of ethereal light
Amethyst eyes And blood red lips Is anything more perfect Than love's first kiss
Yuugi read the poem tenderly. You think me an angel, Bakura? He thought. You saved me. If I'm an angel, what are you?
~ Meanwhile ~
Yami paced his room, his sorcerer powers stretching and rebounding in the room. His powers allowed him to spy on Yuugi. He shivered. How could Yuugi be so in love with that . . . creature? You'll pay for this, Bakura. He thought. This is one more life that you've taken. I'll keep my promise. One day I shall kill you and all of your vampire kin.
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What do you think? R+R plz!