Adel: Just so you know this Prologue is extremely short so it's only a
taste of what the story is about k!
Rumplestiltskin: It actually means you can't be bothered writing a long prologue!
Adel: No it means I'm spreading my chapters out!
Rumplestiltskin: Oh sure!
Prologue
Yugi walked about the kitchen humming softly to him self as he tried to clean up as best he could. His father generally left him the cleaning and threatened him if it wasn't done. He knew it wasn't good idea to mess with father the cuts and bruises were enough evidence.
He carried out the trash and placed it tidily in the rubbish tin outside the Motou residence. The grass was wet and dewy and the sun was only just coming up over the houses. He could see the clouds shifting and changing every second and only wished they would just come and take him away from his horrible predicament.
Yugi finally came out of the short daydream he was in only to realize if he stayed out in the street any longer he would probably freeze to death. He shuddered and quickly walked back to the house. His father would be back soon and it would be wise it finish off the housework before he did get back.
The Green Renault pulled up in the drive and Yugi froze he quickly swept up the rest of the broken glass on the floor. He headed to his bedroom and ducked under the bed. Yugi's father was a rather rugged looking man and disliked people who got in his way. He ended up looking after Yugi when Yugi's mother had died. He had to bring Yugi up by him self. He was stuck with this job and he truly wished the seven year old would just die as well. The door slammed open and Yugi's father headed to the fridge to stock up on more booze. Yugi heard a beer bottle smash and an angry grunt. "Yugi where the fuck are you!" Yugi stayed where he was hoping his father would just forget he existed. "YUGI!" Mr. Motou sprinted up the stairs and nearly broke down Yugi's door. He picked up the bed and threw it across the room exposing the small boy. "Come here!" Yugi quickly got to his feet and allowed his father to forcefully grab his arm and drag him down the staircase. They reached the bottom and Mr. Motou threw Yugi into the kitchen table causing Yugi's head to bash into the table leg. He pointed to the sink where the unwashed dishes sat then he left then room. Yugi rubbed the small bump on his head and wiped away the tears. Yugi wanted more they than any thing else to be somewhere where people loved him. Little did he know he would eventually get his wish.
Adel: It's short I know but hey! Don't like don't read!
Rumplestiltskin: It's like the shortest story I've ever heard! How long did it take you 10 20 minutes?
Adel: 30!
Rumplestiltskin: jeez Adel hasn't this idea been used before?
Adel: Well yea! I like it Yami is gonna be in it and it's gonna get a lot more violent too!
Rumplestiltskin: oh okay then!
Adel: (Bashes Rumple on head) yes very violent!
Rumplestiltskin:
Rumplestiltskin: It actually means you can't be bothered writing a long prologue!
Adel: No it means I'm spreading my chapters out!
Rumplestiltskin: Oh sure!
Prologue
Yugi walked about the kitchen humming softly to him self as he tried to clean up as best he could. His father generally left him the cleaning and threatened him if it wasn't done. He knew it wasn't good idea to mess with father the cuts and bruises were enough evidence.
He carried out the trash and placed it tidily in the rubbish tin outside the Motou residence. The grass was wet and dewy and the sun was only just coming up over the houses. He could see the clouds shifting and changing every second and only wished they would just come and take him away from his horrible predicament.
Yugi finally came out of the short daydream he was in only to realize if he stayed out in the street any longer he would probably freeze to death. He shuddered and quickly walked back to the house. His father would be back soon and it would be wise it finish off the housework before he did get back.
The Green Renault pulled up in the drive and Yugi froze he quickly swept up the rest of the broken glass on the floor. He headed to his bedroom and ducked under the bed. Yugi's father was a rather rugged looking man and disliked people who got in his way. He ended up looking after Yugi when Yugi's mother had died. He had to bring Yugi up by him self. He was stuck with this job and he truly wished the seven year old would just die as well. The door slammed open and Yugi's father headed to the fridge to stock up on more booze. Yugi heard a beer bottle smash and an angry grunt. "Yugi where the fuck are you!" Yugi stayed where he was hoping his father would just forget he existed. "YUGI!" Mr. Motou sprinted up the stairs and nearly broke down Yugi's door. He picked up the bed and threw it across the room exposing the small boy. "Come here!" Yugi quickly got to his feet and allowed his father to forcefully grab his arm and drag him down the staircase. They reached the bottom and Mr. Motou threw Yugi into the kitchen table causing Yugi's head to bash into the table leg. He pointed to the sink where the unwashed dishes sat then he left then room. Yugi rubbed the small bump on his head and wiped away the tears. Yugi wanted more they than any thing else to be somewhere where people loved him. Little did he know he would eventually get his wish.
Adel: It's short I know but hey! Don't like don't read!
Rumplestiltskin: It's like the shortest story I've ever heard! How long did it take you 10 20 minutes?
Adel: 30!
Rumplestiltskin: jeez Adel hasn't this idea been used before?
Adel: Well yea! I like it Yami is gonna be in it and it's gonna get a lot more violent too!
Rumplestiltskin: oh okay then!
Adel: (Bashes Rumple on head) yes very violent!
Rumplestiltskin: