Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A cry of pain, A kiss of happiness ❯ Memories: Part 1 ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5 - Memories: Part 1

A child that is taller than his former friend smiled a warm smile towards the giggling blond. Laughing as well..." That was a good one! you tricked your sister so well!"

The 12 year old grinned with triumph,"Yea! she didn't know this spider was a fake!" he held the fake spider on a string with pride, the other child snickered delightfully. Watching his brown headed sister scream and cry with fear, racing home to her mom.

Joey...Why aren't we the same like we use to be...

Joey raced his friend to his friend's house, laughing all the way. The older youth wailed "Wait up Joey!! I'm shorter than you!! I can't run that fast!!"

Joey smiled, then suddenly, stop. Making the other youth collide right into him, making both Joey and him fall down onto the cement.

"Ouchies.." said the youth, scratching his black hair, squinting his golden eyes."Why di you do that joey?"

"Ow..Because you said stop." Then the raven haired child shouted", Nu-uh! I said SLOW down, NOT stop! Idiot!" Joey's eyes widened, so did the other kid", You said..."

"No, no..."

"Idiot! I'm telling your mom!" the blond picked himself up, and ran as fast as his slightly chubby short legs would take him."NO! JOEY!! NOT MY MOMMY!"

Heh..I remember that day...You threaten to tell my mom about how I said 'Idiot'...You always tried to find a way to get me in trouble...

"Honey, Joey told me you said a 'no no' word, did you?" The child bowed his head in shame of the word. He didn't look at his superior, his Mother.

"Yes..M-Mommy..."

His mother gave a warm smile, and jokingly said,"Your in BIG trouble now Taro(tar-oo) Shinro(Sh-in-row)(1)..." Taro shook in terrible fear.

"Please! I didn't mean to!" He raced over to his mother, grabbing her apron. Giving her pleaded, desperate eyes.

The only thing she did was silently laugh, giving the young child a pat on his messy dark hair.

"Aww, Taro, don't worry." the sides of her brown hair fell slightly down her shoulder, as Mrs. Shinro looked down at the black haired child.

"Your not in trouble, I promise." He sniffled on her pink apron, letting the information seep through his brain.

"T-Thank you", Taro sniffled lightly, looking up at her with puffy red eyes, that were also stained with droplets of clear salty water. After a minute of calming down, she spoke once more to the two children.

" C'mon, Go and play nicely." she shooed them both outside of the household, both child blinked.Then after all confustion of why they were pushed out of the house, Joey raced off to his house,"Wait up,Joey!!" the gold eyed kid wailed. Joey didn't stop, he just kept up his fastbeating pace to his house.

Taro started to run off when his mother spoke to him in a firm voice,"Your father, Taro, will be here soon. Be sure to great him when gets here".

Taro bowed politely,"Yes Mama",Then raced off to catch up with his fiend, who was already down the street. Heading towards his drunken father's house, Mrs. Shinro chuckled at her son's politness, he was such a gentlmen for a twevle year old."Just like his father..." She slid the front door of the house tightly before returning to her usual chores.

That day...I will...Never forget...

...Never...

Joey's brown eyes search for his house, forgetting which one it was...They were apartments, so it was harder since each apartments was the same. Old, with cracks and broken windows. They, the apartments, were

Gray or brown, and strangers were all around searching to rape,sell drugs, and or waiting to get drugs. It wasn't a pleasant part of Japan, but it was better to Joey to be here than in a foster home.

"This place is creepy, Joey.." whimpered the older child, shaking.

"Aww, don't worry, Taro" He soothed the youth, by closing up to him and wrapped an arm around his small shoulders.

Taro smiled gratefully,"Thank you, Joey".

His soft brown eyes beamed as he ginned, he felt great to protect an friend. It gave him another meaning to be friends to Taro. Even though, he had so many other reasons to be friends with the smaller, yet older, youth.

Looking at one building, he noticed the lights were out, and the window was cracked. The building was a grayish brown. the window was five stories high, it was his 'home'.

"This is it..." He mumbled, Taro jumped."What!?" he shrieked,"You live here!?" He stared at his best friend in horror, and shock. Taro thought he was going to pass this plac, to GET to his friend's home. He just couldn't convence himslef that Joey Wheeler, his only ture friend, lives in such a place. It was...Depressing.

"Yep..." He equally stared down at Taro.

"But..." He paused to find the best words to say,"Why...?"

"My dad..." He started, looking at the gray pavement of the sidewalk in shame."My dad...Doesn't have a Job, I think that's the right word." He didn't know the correct word for a place where you work and get paid, only one time that he remember the word 'job' is when his dad screaming at him while kicking him, like he always did.

"You brat! I can't get enough money to pay for your school! or food! not even if I have a job!"

All fell slient when Joey mimicked his father's words, the words that were spoken last week. it took the smaller child to have courage to say...

"Oh..."

Taro guided his head towards the pavement, not in shame. No, but in fear, that if he spke or even took a sneak peek at the blond. joey might try to hurt Taro in anguish and shame of himself, and his habitat where he lives. Also that the fact his father doesn't have a job, and the fact his fathers blames him for not having enough money to take care of him.

A smooth, small hand touched his shoulder softly. Taro let his eyes generally look at the hand.

" Hey..." He spoke in a whisper,"No worries, 'K?"

Taro nodded bitterly,and sadly. He didn't like the fact Joey lived in a poor community, and probably a abusive dad. He didn't know for sure if his father was or not.

Even though I didn't know that your father did, and is still doing, unspeakable things to you...Deeep inside I knew there was something wrong. That I needed to stop the pain, and sorrow...Somehow...Someway...

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"Where have you been, brat!?" Joey shut the door after saying 'good bye' to Taro. Taro had to leave, he needed to avrive home soon. They both decided to talk, instead of playing for a full hour about subjects of Joey and where he lives and what-not. After talking for so long, both best friends noticed the skies were becoming a mix of bright, partically dark colors. And both relised it was time to head home.

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Joey looked at his father 's drunken face, some beer slipped from his mouth and dribbled down his chin.

His slurry voice was kinda hard to understand, especially for a ten year old. Yet, Joey didn't find it hard, since his father was always in a drunken state since Joey was seven or so.

"I was out playing, daddy". he explained his tardiness of coming home.He gulped when he father slowly, but un-rhythmically paced to his destination, Joey.

" Y'know what happens when ya late, right kid?" Joey nodded, bowing his head in defeat. He was weak against anyone taller, or stronger than him.

He, Joey's father, pick up the youth by the green collar. Laughing evilly, making Joey shiver in fear."Good, now Beg for mercy, little Brat!" He spat alcohol in his face, the light tanned face grimaced at the flying, disgusting leftovers of the beverage.' Ew...Gross ' he dared not to speak, so all his comments and questions were kept inside.

His small length of a body was thrown across the room,he missed the small green couch, and smashing into a wooden table's legs. That had two books on it's flat head made out of wood,and a lamp that also settled neatly on it's head. He felt the three items smashed onto him.

He screamed while being thrown, then groaned mercifully at the dull pain throughout his body.

His eyes widen as he saw blood drip from his forearm, the lamp must have broken and a piece of it cut him, it was reasonable answer to his mysterious deep and large cut. espeacially since there was a large peace of strange glass sticking out of his wound.

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He didn't have a chance to get use this kind of pain, as his father gave NO mercy to the child. He kicked his son's side, Joey gasped, eyes wide, he could just fell and hear the cracking of a rib."First I have to spend my Fucking money towards your school and food! And you don't even give me grace by getting home on time!!" He spat, kicking Joey again."Bitch!"

After shuting his wide eyes in harsh pain, the tears that would be shed so many times after this, slipped through his tightly closed eyes.Know one knew how cruel his father was...

"Now...Get your pasny-ass face made out of shit away from me, I don't want to see you for awhile!" he picked up his son, guided him by the collar, and threw him outside of the 'home'. Joey fell straight on his tail bone, wailing at the stinging pain of a tender lower back meeting the hard cement floor of the hallway, of the fifth floor.

His sobs felt like it had lasted for hours on end.

Tears wouldn't stop coming out, his body felt ill from unbearable pain.

He was crouched on his side, holding his right side of his body, and hoping someone would help him.

No one came to the rescue. No one felt like soemthing was worng when he heard crashing inside one of the apartments, or the fact a ten year old is crying his eyes out in fornt of the door where he was thrown out, because he was slightly late. No, no one had thought twice of there mght be something wrong.

"Taro...Help..." his plea for his friend was his final words. till the words and thoughts faded, the body needed rest, and he was too weak to move or even speak or beg for someone. The darkness was filled more darkening color of black, his eyes closed softly. His body went limp with weakness and pain.

Dreams took over the hurt mentally mind, and soothed the beaten and broken body.

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That night...You called for me...I received the message through my dreams...

His breathing paced mellow and softly. His head rested on the fluffy pillow, while blue covers wrapped around his small length body. He laid on his side, with his hand near his face. Peaceful dreams filled his mind, nothing could ruin it, nothing...

"Taro!!!" Joey, all of a sudden, screamed in his dream, everything that was beautiful. Like the small lake with the meadows that surrounded him vanished, and Joey's naked body chained up in the air appeared. His mouth covered in blood, and his nose helping the blood seep out of the already beaten child.

"TARO!!" he cried. Taro stood in place, looking at his friend in horror, along with other things in this...Nightmare. Blood washed and swimmed aorund both youths.Bright with a mixture of dark blood couldn't but help make Taro scared. With the help of the black skies and gray clouds, it felt like the only thing miissing is ghouls, vampries, and creautes such as thoses.

Taro had, again, to bring up braveary to reach out towards the blond. His legs didn't move fast or in normal pace. The raven headed friend was too shaken up to even speak, his level of couage wasn't enough to tlk to the crying, bleeding blond. finally, after touching the blood on Joey's jaw. he let his tiny, soft voice speak. Sounded more like a weak whisper than a normal whisper.

"Joey...", it felt like a large lump planted its self inside his throat.

"What happened...?" Joey raised his head slowly, letting his swelled eyes look at the golden eyes with sorrow, and in pain."My dad...He..He beat..me.."

He sniffled lightly, He struggled slightly form the chains and ropes, the ropes tide his feet so he couldn't even budge, even if he wanted to.

Taro started to wail himself,"Joey..WHY!?" He reaching over as fast as he could. He hugged Joey, who cried on Taro's chest

'Why? Why would his father do such a thing.'

"..." words couldn't come out of the bloody mouth, but soon his mouth let sounds, that were just wailing music, make words", Save me...PLEASE!"

Taro nodded his short raven hair,"I will Joey..." His hug tightened, trying to protect the younger youth as much as he can.

All seem to vanish in front of him. The blood that was the water under them, the black skies...All seem to disappear.

I knew, I knew what that dream meant...The dark shkies was you pain...The gray clouds was all the pain people gave you over the years...So many clouds...The blood underneath you that swam around you was always your sorrow, and the blood you shed every time he made you bleed.

After that first dream of seeing tide up in chains and crying for me to save you from the pain and sorrow...I devoted my life to protect you, even if that means to strip you away from everyone and everything that could ever hurt, or love you...

Even if I, your best friend and hoping to be more my love, have to you in order to protect your well being. And tell, and or show you that humans are creatures who are going to be your executor...

My love, I will always watch over you...And protect you...Like an guardian angel from the heavens above, even though..I am not...

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His coffee colored eyes slowly opened,waking up to complete darkness in the room. Along with with warmth surrounding him in all directions.

The weight behind him made him feel safe, like in a angel's presence.

He yawned softly, like a two year old in the morning. He closed one of his eyes as he raised a hand to cover his mouth.

He heard a voice mumbled lowly to him. Joey raised a eyebrow, just like the room in complete darkness. He was completely confused.

"What...?",He turned to face Seto, his head must have raised when Joey moved to face him, because his head was up. Along with his eyes open slightly,and his mouth was curved lightly into a grin.

Joey returned his smile, with his own grin."Hey..." he greeted the messy, russet haired teen.

"Hey, Joey", He said, but ended up yawning when saying 'Joey'. Making the light-haired teen's name sound awkward, Joey laughed silently in his head.

"What time is it..?" he, Joey, finally said after a moment of silence.

"Around 6am.." he mumbled, burying his head in Joey's hair,closing his eyes. Sniffing softly at the sweet scent of strawberries in the teenagers's hair.

' What am I doing..?' jerked away, then looked at the teen with harsh blue eyes."I have to go", he stated calmly.

"Okay..." He bowed his in agreement that he,Kaiba, needed to get to his office for important business.

That he he stayed, he would probably pay for the late, or absence of that day. Like: He could lose a ton of money, or he could lose a building,company, and or maybe all three.

" Kaiba..?" His eyes followed every step that Seto took, while Seto looked for his work clothes, which are sometimes, his normal clothes in everyday life.

"Yea, Joey?" he asked,"Well...I was wondering....Could you stay a little while?"

Kaiba shook his head as his eyes watched the face of the 'Puppy' sink in disappointment."I just can't, Wheeler, There's a company that is after a building that helps me get money and supplies I need." Joey acted like he comprehend all was told to him, even though he didn't understand at all.

"So, if I don't show up for this 'meeting', more like a argument of who gets the building, then I will surely lose this building, even worse, lose two buildings, since this company has two or three buildings. That, this other company wants and will pay big bucks to try to get it."

Somehow, this talk about business was making Joey feel VERY hungry. Pizza and cans and two litters of 'Mello Yellow' was dancing in his head, even though it WAS breakfast time.

After a pause of nothing but the rustle of clothing being thrown or picked up from Kaiba's hands, Joey spoke gently, hoping he wouldn't get yelled at by the CEO.

"Hey..." he paused a minute for Kaiba to look up at him,"Can I have some food, please man?"

The shirtless burnet laughed, standing there chuckling at the other duelist like he,Joey, was a puppy begging for 'Kibble 'n Bits'.

"Hey!" He blushed, not knowing why Seto was laughing at him."Why are you laughing at me for!?" the demanding 'Pup' made Kaiba stop cackling, and look at Joey with seriousness plaster on his face."Nothing, Your just cute when you beg."

This, this made the teenager flush even worse color of red."O-Oh..."

"I'm not begging Kaiba..." he stated, then heaved off of the king sized, silk blue sheeted bed.

It was Kaiba's turn to let himself go red in the face, as he noticed for the first time Joey's light tanned skin body was completely, top to bottom, naked. He didn't notice before, because sheets were around him last night, and it was completely dark at 11pm last night and now...

Joey blinked,"What's wrong?"

"Y-Your..Your..." he stared, as he pointed frantically at Joey. This made Joey look glimpse at his body...

"EEEKK!!! I'M NAKED!!!!" Everyone in the whole glance around to see who was screaming bloody murder in the mansion, even Mokuba look away from his bowl of cereal to see who was yelling.

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All was blurry, even the voice that called out to him was fuzzy...

"Joey!" yelled the kid's high pitched voice,"Joey Please, Pease wake up!" he hissed in pain, his beaten body was being shaken with might, and his body was too weak to handle such force.

"Uhh.." he was rolled over on his side. He groaned in dull pain, he heard he 'stranger' gasped,"Oh..My god.."

"Joey..If you can her me, it's me Taro..Please wake up..." he heard sniffling from the other child, Joey tried to speak. Yet, the the pain in his side was so painful that he choked slightly, and tightened his jaw. Then cringed.

"Ta-Ta..ro..." he blurted out, tears stained his cheeks once more from horrible pain. Taro hushed the blond softly.

Nothing but pitch black surrounded them both, except a blue aura that his friend, Taro, produced with his strong energy deep within the small body of a twelve year old.

"Shh..It's okay Joey..Relax.." If Joey did have his eyes open he would have seen slightly visible wings that spread gracefully them both, they were white like the clouds where the birds seemed to find so much fun hiding in them or soaring through them...

I cired too, Joey...You were in pain...It was nbearable for me to even see such a sight, or even to hear your screams and wails...When you cired in pain...I was crying in sadness, My love...

Tears also slipped through the twelve year old's eyes, no he wasn't weak in emotion. Yet, seeing someone he cares about so much in pain was too much for him...Too much.

"P-PLease Joey, get up..." He wiped the clear, salty droplets from his closed eyes. Bowing his head, he let the water form his eyes fall onto Joey forehead and hair.

"Th...The pain i-is too much..." He gasped out, earlier the pain wasn't as painful, but now the pain was ten times as worse.

"For me, Joey..Get up for me.." His gold eyes, that were changing into a green/blue color scanned for anyone who could help the smaller youth pick up Joey and bring him to Taro's house.

Alas, he given up, no one or nothing came to help him. So, Taro prayed for almighty strength to lift the blond's taller body. lifting the boy up, he cringed at the horror screams of pain that Joey produced.

He wobbled a bit to get use to the weight, then started to walk carefully, and yet, gently. So he wouldn't hurt his best friend than he already was."It's okay..I'm here for you, buddy."

After reach two steps, he halted with great anger.'His father did this..He should pay!' he closed his eyes in agreement with his conscience and heart.

Settling the blond back down at the down where he found him, he,Taro, opened the door. It creaked loudly, and the raven haired ten year old didn't make it better when he opened it slowly. Just letting the sound stretch it noise. Taro grimaced.

Inside the 'house hold' of Joey's and Joey's father's was old, just like the apartments. The window was cracked with spider webs covering it's corners. The place was filthy, with broken bottles with a table smashed into pieces, and with newspapers scattered around the place.

There wasn't any carpeting , only the ply-wood, with it's stains and mold.

Down the slightly narrow hallway where he heard cursing, there was a small table near a door, a picture on it, and a...something else. Taro couldn't use his 20/20 vision to see what exactly the object was.

His non - greenish blue eyes blinked when a creak of a door was heard. He finally, after being so inspective, shut the nasty looking front, from what Taro could see was blood and alcohol on it. Nasty in his point-of-view.

He turned back around to face a man from the opposite side of the hallway. He stared at the hillbilly looking character, debating if it IS Joey's dad or not.

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"JOEY, I SAID I DIDN"T WANT TO SEE YOU!!!" He yelled down at the boy, too drunk to recognize if it was Joey. He walked down the hallway, picking up the mysterious object off of the small brown table.

"Y-You don't listen to well, BOY!" He slurred, it was dark, but yet Taro could see the streak of sliver from the moons dull light from the window, he knew that the father had a knife in his hand.'It seems he likes to do more than just HIT or YELL at Joey I'm afraid...'

He glared up at the man, the father grinned devilishly at the youth. He was a few feet from the raven haired boy.

Joey...I didn't know for sure...Till that day, that you had abusive father...

Evil laughter was heard throughout the small home, his Dorman you can say. With fast sped for any drunken man, he struck at the small figure in darkness."Your too much to handle, Boy!" He missed, and slammed into the front door, grumbling. His knife was stuck in wooden door.

"Foolish man..." He snickered at the older figure, slightly grinning in the dark. His bowed his head slightly, letting his bangs hide his sharp looking eyes, too sharp for any pre-teen. He spoke in a low, eerie tone.

"You can't even tell if it's your own son...Fool, you have no idea who you are messing with."

Joey's father eyes widened, then blinked"Who are you...?" he turned, after getting his weapon out of the front door.

"Your worse nightmare my friend..Your worse nightmare..."

Eyes started to glow bright blue, but a bit of green shown, because of his golden eyes. Energy of blue covered his body, and a few feet away from him. It, the energy, stretched tall, then shaped into small or large spikes.

The final touch was four spectacular wings that reach out from all directions. The father's eyes were HUGE from shock,"Your..Your...An...", he stared with amazement.

"An Angel?" he finished the sentence for the man, then smirked,"Yes, you could say that, you twit".

" But alas, you wrong...Yet I'll let you keep guessing as you die in miserable, slow pain".

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(1) - Yea..Weird name..But somehow I think it fits him...Weird..*shrugs*