This is the story that I had rolling around in my head and it just wouldn't leave me be until I agreed to type it out. It's an AU (Alternate Universe) which means that none of this really did happen and has nothing to do with any of the events that will and have happened in the show. Cause, sadly, I don't own the show and never will.
But I hope you like this story. I have no idea how I came up with the idea. It more or less found me.
It's called Unbroken for reasons that shall arise later in the story. I have no clue how long in will be, but half the fun of writing is having that light bulb go off once you figure it out.
And no, this story will not effect my other story (My Immortal) I will work on one chapter of this story and then one chapter of that story…its almost done anyway…just a few chapters. And then I'll start another story that will rotate with this one.
So read and enjoy…Unbroken
Unbroken
CHAPTER ONE
The night was supposed to conceal the darkness, use its shadows to keep the monsters it created hidden. But this night was betraying its ancient ways, using a full moon to reveal the one creature that ran aimlessly, trying to escape that which wished to bring it clawing and screaming back into the light, but not a light that was meant to consol and sooth. It was a bright, unrelenting light. The kind an officer would turn on you to drive a truth out of you. A light that meant intimidation, a nakedness of the soul that left one vulnerable to attack. It was a light that turned even the pure into one of the night's monsters.
And that's where the boy found himself that night. Running from shadow to concealing shadow. Where he was going meant nothing to him for he knew nothing of the real world. To him the real world consisted of white walls, sneering grins, cold eyes, and being broken. But not a physical break, like his body felt at that moment, but a mental break, one that said you give up the mind you once considered your own. That was something that he just couldn't live without. His mind was the only thing he could truly call his own. That was the reason he had to escape. It was the reason he now found himself clinging to any bit of the betraying night that he could find.
They had chased him, followed him down the streets still hoping to hear that satisfying snap as they broke yet another young mind. But he couldn't give up, no matter how badly every part of his body hurt, he refused to lie down and let them take over. Now he was lost and wandering the streets of the place he had been all his life yet never seen. Stumbling into a dark alleyway, he lost all control of his body and crashed to the cold ground. He could no longer go on. If they hadn't stopped pursuing him, they'd be on him in a second shaking his injured body and screaming threats of the worst lesson he'd ever receive. But it was a risk he was willing to take for his freedom and the knowledge that his mind would forever be his.
He laid in the dark for what seemed like hours before he heard footsteps running towards him. Panic flared up in him as his mind began screaming insults at him.
'You honestly thought you could get away?'
'You really are pathetic!'
'You can't beat them, they have you beat!'
'Are you sure they haven't broken you?'
Each thought was more vicious then the next as his mind assaulted him from every angle and the footsteps drew ever closer. If this was really them, if they had really found him, then it would be over. In this state he would never be able to protect his mind. Suddenly a hand came down on his shoulder. A squeak of panic escaped his throat as he curled up into a tighter ball. Hopefully one day he'd be able to just disappear.
"Are you okay?"
His heart stopped when the voice spoke to him. Not because he feared it, but because it sounded like the voice of an innocent one, one that could truly save him. All his panic seemed to melt away as he raised his head to meet the violet eyes of the one that stood above him. Soft eyes meet sharp ones as he let out a choking sob and clung to the chest of the one he would know as his savior.
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It wasn't fair. He had never done anything to anyone, why did he deserve to get the abuse he received everyday? Was this like judgment, a way to prove his worthiness? If he passed through life without bringing about his own death, then he was pure. The last batch of bullies had finally let him be, nowhere near as badly beaten as he had been before. He was able to pick himself up off the mucky ground and trudge towards home.
Yugi Mutou wondered if he would pass this judgment he called life. Maybe one day he would fall victim to his bullies. His own thoughts got caught in his web of a mind and he soon found himself a few blocks from the home he shared with his Grandfather. It was a faint glimmer of light, the life he shared with his Grandfather. It was the only thing that got him up every morning, knowing that at least one person out there loved him and counted on him for something.
Even though Yugi was lost in his own self-pitying thoughts, he was still able to hear the whimper that came from the alleyway to his left. He stopped, startled back into reality. There was someone in that alley, and they were hurt. It didn't matter to Yugi whether they were friend or foe. Being one that was constantly found laying in an alleyway bleeding, he wasn't about to pass by someone who maybe in the same situation. He ran into the darkness and stopped short when he saw the crumpled body laying hidden in the shadows. It was that of a boy who by appearance seemed only a few years older then himself. And what shocked him more then seeing a boy lying in the shadows of a damp alley was the boy's unnerving resemblance to himself. The only difference between himself and this stranger was the boy's sharp crimson eyes and that fact, that even though he was laying down, he appeared to have a foot in height on the him. Yugi reached out with and laid a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. He stiffened and let out a cry of shock.
"Are you okay?" Yugi was frightened by the boy's reaction to his gentle touch.
The boy slowly raised his head and gave Yugi the full blunt of his sharp crimson gaze. His eyes, as hard as they may be, were full of hopelessness. But deep in their core a bit of light seemed to flash. He grabbed a fist full of Yugi's shirt and pulled himself into his chest. Yugi gasped in surprise as the boy began sobbing, soaking his shirt with his warm tears.
"H-help me." He suddenly gasped into the damp fabric. "You need to help me. T-they want me."
Yugi quickly helped the shivering teen into a sitting position. When he winced, Yugi realized the injuries that had been inflicted upon his body.
"We need to get you to a hospital." Yugi said, surveying the damage one last time.
The boy's eyes widened in sudden shock. He forced his tired body into a crouching position a few feet away from the startled Yugi.
"No." He rasped. "No hospitals. T-they will find me there; they have people all over those places. Not hospital. A-a h-house."
Yugi was frightened by what this boy said. Who were 'they' and why would someone be chasing a boy no older then 18? Had this mirror image of himself committed a crime, or escaped from somewhere? But he didn't have time to search for those answers. He had to get this boy off the street. His house was only a block away; he could easily sneak him up the back way. His Grandfather would never notice the other presence in the house.
"All right." Yugi whispered, hoping to calm the boy. "No hospital. We'll go to my house, it's only a block away but you'll have to walk fast and stay quiet."
The boys nodded and allowed Yugi to help him to his feet. The walk to his house took longer then Yugi was hoping for, but the boy stayed relatively quiet. The only noises he made were tiny gasps of pains when Yugi tried to coax him to walk at a faster pace. Yugi quietly unlocked the back door and poked his head in, glancing around for a sign of his grandfather. Seeing none, he ushered the other boy into the house and quickly pushed him up the stairs towards his room, ignoring the boy's whimpers of pain. When they were safely behind the door to Yugi's room, he let his breath out in a loud whoosh. He looked up determined to find more out about the boy, but was shocked by what he saw. The boy was examining his bed with wide awed eyes. He ran a hand timidly over Yugi's blankets.
"A-a bed." He spoke to himself, "A real bed."
Yugi was amazed that something as trivial as a bed could capture the boy's attention the way it was. Walking to stand beside the boy, Yugi nodded.
"Yes that's a bed." He made sure he kept his voice soft. "And I'm Yugi. Please, what's your name?"
The joy that had just been in the boys eyes faded. He crawled into the bed and lay down, shivering from head to toe. Glancing up at Yugi with distant eyes he finally spoke.
"Number six." He spoke slowly. "Code name: Pharaoh. Biological name: Yami."
Yugi stood there long after Yami had drifted into a restless sleep. Number six? Code name: Pharaoh? The boy talked as thought he were an experiment. But that couldn't be possible. There was no lab around that had the right to experiment with humans. What was Yami talking about, and could it be the reason he seemed so afraid?
Still in a haze, Yugi grabbed a spare blanket and pillow and curled up on the floor. He hoped Yami had his wits about him in the morning. At least enough to answer the thousands of questions that swirled around in his mind. Lost amongst those questions, Yugi fell into a light, restless sleep.
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Alright…chapter one is done. Chapter two will be out as soon as I finish chapter six of My Immortal, which is almost done. Chapter of two of this story will hopefully answer any questions you may have.
With that in mind…please review!! n.n