Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Darkened Light ❯ Longing ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: Longing

Alrighty then people, here's chapter two in my first angst story. I hope you enjoy it, and hopefully you wont be annoyed with how the chapter ends…it's a bit mushy ^^; well, read on!

Disclaimer: As previously stated I don't own anything that pertains to the original characters created by Kazuki Takahashi.

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Th e last few days of the schooling week is something most kids usually look forward to, although not everyone looks forward to the few days of 'freedom' from school; or sometimes thoughtfully dubbed the hellhole, jail, or most uncommonly, sanctuary.

Currently the young boy was in a desk furthest from everybody in the room. At the moment he sat in his second period class, which was math.

Although the teacher had a tendency to drone on about the current lesson and losing over half the class in the process, he didn't really mind. School was a way for him to get away from his abusive father; which was one reason he didn't really care for the weekends much.

If he were at school his father wouldn't be able to get to him, which was the main reason he went. The threat of his 'father' was gone when he was within these walls, but there was something else that would plague him.

Bullies constantly ragged on the young boy when he would get ready to leave the school grounds, and visa versa. Because he was a little short for his age and had no friends, he was an easy target for them. He wouldn't tell anyone of what went on in his life because, simply, he had no one he could confide in, not anymore that is.

The boy's thoughts were interrupted as the sound of a bell rang out. He began to gather up his books and backpack as his teacher spoke out, "Remember class! Page two hundred eighty-six, fifteen through forty-eight! See you all next week!"

He acknowledged what she said and was about to leave the room when she called out to him. "Hold on one minute, Yugi! I need to speak with you for a moment please."

The young boy, Yugi, sighed and walked towards her desk; his bag slung over his shoulder. "Y-yes ma'am?" he winced as he heard the slight stutter that appeared in his question.

"Yugi," his teacher Mrs. Akima, started. "How're you doing?" She questioned. "I know I probably shouldn't say anything, but you seem to come to school each day with multiple bruises on your hands or face. Is anything wrong?"

Yugi thought for a moment; he knew he should have done a better job of concealing his wounds. Although he wanted to, he couldn't tell her that constantly his father abused him, that after the death of his mother, everything began to turn towards the darkness, that every night he longed to somehow escape his life. Besides, his father warned him; if he were to ever tell someone anything about how he was treated, he would find out that one day, he might not wake up.

A shiver ran its way down the young boy's spine as he thought back to what his father had said to him that day. "I-I'm sorry, I'm kinda clumsy at home" he lied, "I always seem to trip on the stairs or bump up against something." He smiled and placed a hand behind his head as he laughed, somewhat nervously, hoping she would buy his story.

Mrs. Akima gave the boy an odd look, taking in what he had said. "Okay, Yugi...but I want you to know, if anything's wrong, you can talk to me, alright?" She finished off, somewhat reluctantly.

Relieved that was all she wanted to know, Yugi nodded a silent yes as he spoke up. "I h-have to go now ma'am" The young boy bowed politely and exited the small classroom, towards his next class, hopefully before the late bell rang out.

The young boy sighed sadly; this was going to be a long day...

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Just as every other typical day of school, Yugi's day had past without any particular occurrences, although he did end up reaching his third period class just as the late bell had rung. Luckily his teacher hadn't noticed this, therefore the young boy didn't receive and punishment.

During lunch, he had followed though with what he had been doing for about three years now. Using money he had saved from earlier birthdays and what not, young Yugi would buy his lunch and proceed to take a seat under a semi old sakura tree in the far corner of the schoolyard. And, just as it had been for his entire life, he sat alone.

His other five classes had passed, as always, somewhat interesting, but the majority of the classes were boring. A sigh left the young boy's mouth; although his school day had ended, he didn't wasn't to return home. Home to where his 'father' would be waiting for him, along with the torturous punishment that would be brought upon him.

As he stepped out of the schoolyard, ready to return to his own personal hellhole; and thought struck him. Why not, instead of returning home to his father, go to his grandfather's place? Unlike his father who was abusive, sadistic, hateful, and abhorred him, Yugi's grandfather was kind, somewhat of a pacifist, caring, and absolutely loved him.

The young amethyst-eyed boy knew, that by going to his grandfather's house without permission from his father, there would be a punishment waiting for him sooner or later. He also knew that his father would never let him visit his grandfather anyway. His father kind of...forbade it after the death of his mother.

Although Yugi was positive there would be a consequence to his actions, the young boy decided that he would head over to his grandfathers house instead of going home. Besides, it's been about three years since he had last seen the kind elderly man.

Yugi smiled to himself and, tightening his grip on the strap of his backpack, began to head towards his grandfather's house. Hopefully he would be able to avoid all the bullies who enjoyed using him as a punching bag, floor matt, or just something to take unwanted anger out on.

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After about thirty minutes of sneaking though alleyways and other various shadowed areas, trying to avoid bullies, Yugi had finally made it to his grandfather's house, the 'Kame Game Shop'. A smile crept it's way onto the young boy's features as he opened the door, hearing the uncanny chime of the bell which hung over the door alerting the store owner of when a customer entered, or exited.

"Hello, welcome to the Kame Game shop" Came the voice of an elderly man. The weak smile on Yugi's features broadened, it had been so long since he had heard that voice and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy about this whole idea. But, nonetheless, young Yugi stepped fully into the game shop and waited for his grandfather to emerge from wherever he was at the moment, seeing as how there was nobody present at the counter/display case.

After a minute or so an elderly man emerged from a storage closet. He seemed to be on the short side with somewhat spiky hair, which was held down by an orange bandana. He had his back to Yugi, so of course had yet to notice the young boy.

That was all the amethyst-eyed boy could take, he had been longing to see his grandfather for so long and now, all that was keeping him from running over and tackling the man to the ground was the counter, although it wasn't much. "G-grandpa!" Yelled out the young boy, somewhat startling the old man.

"Yugi? Yugi, is that you?" The old man turned around anxiously. As the old man turned, Yugi found himself blinking back tears. Normally he would detest such behavior around others, seeing as how the tears he usually shed would portray him as weak and pitiful. But these tears were much different from the usual ones he shed almost every night; for those were filled with pain, misery, and betrayal; whereas these tears were filled with happiness and overwhelming joy.

"Grandpa! I've missed you so much!" Tears burst their boundaries as his grandfather came out from behind the counter. He raced to the elder man and flung himself around his waist. He didn't care if he was acting childish. He didn't care if he looked like a fool. All he really did care about at the moment was that, for the first time in basically three years, he was with someone who cared...

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How was that? Was that a little too…lovey-dovey…yeah…? Sorry if that wasn't to anyone's liking, but I had no other ideas for ending the chapter, so deal with the love, tee hee ^-^ Heh. Well, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Anyway, if you actually read this, the least you can do for me is leave a review…99 pwease?