Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Violet Eyes ❯ Chapter 1

Hi ya! Name's Disney and this here is my story! It takes place in America- not Japan- so every one's gonna have their American names. Yu-Gi-Oh doesn't belong to me.

Enjoy!

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"Stupid boy!" a man picked up a young boy of eleven and tossed him against the wall of his dark room. The boys slid down the wall leaving a bloody trail.

"You should be proud to now wear those markings on your back! Don't you ever say that they have no meaning!!" the man slammed the door, leaving the young boys to bleed.

Malik Ishtar rubbed his violet eyes from crying and tucked his platinum blond hair behind his ears. His father beats him up so bad that he even went as far as to take a white-hot poker and engrave hieroglyphs on his back that represents the pharaoh Yugioh's memories.

"Stupid pharaoh!" Malik said under his breath. The pain on his back seemed to throb with pain. The bleeding wouldn't stop so he was forced to take off his tunic and wrap it around and over his back. He would have a restless sleep tonight.

The next morning, Malik went into the market to rid him of last night's memories. He found a shady spot under a lonesome tree and sat down. The scenery was usual- busy people trying to buy and sell goods from others, people yelling, the smell of food hung lightly in the air, everyone seemed happy. Just save for Malik.

"Are you sulking again?!" Malik turned his head up to see a young girl standing over him. He smiled as she frowned. This girl was a year younger than him and had brown hair and Emerald green eyes.

"It's Miss America," Malik joked as she sat down beside him.

"What's wrong with you today?" she asked. Malik sighed and leaned forward to show him the bloody tunic.

"Holy Lord!" she exclaimed. She stood up to get a better look.

"Did your dad do this?!"

"It's nothing,"

"Nothing my butt! Come on!" the girl took his hand and literally ran him down to the Nile River, which wasn't very far. The girl led him into the water and took off his make-shift bandages. Malik sat in the water and shivered as the cold water touched his raw skin.

"If you didn't clean your back, you'd get sick or some sort of dizeaz!" she scolded.

"I think the word you're looking for is disease," Malik corrected her. She frowned.

"Disease then," she smart-mouthed. They both laughed a good friendly laught until Malik noticed a chain on her neck.

"What's that?" he pointed. The girl picked up her chain and showed him a gold cross pendant.

"It's my crucifix,"

"Crucifix?" Malik asked. The girl looked shocked.

"Yeah, the sign for Jesus Christ. You know- the son of God?"

"Jesus Christ? God?" Malik was confused. The girl smiled.

"I forgot you have a different religion from me. I'm a Catholic,"

"Catholic?"

"I'll tell you another time silly!" she giggled. Malik smiled.

In the late afternoon, Malik said good-bye to his friend and walked home. He opened the door to his home and closed it quietly. Quietly, Malik began to his room until-

"Who's the girl Malik?" Malik quickly turned to a dark shadow in the corner of the room. Malik gulped before answering.

"Her name is America, father,"

"America? What a foolish name for a stupid girl," his father spat. Malik frowned.

"She's not stupid father," Malik muttered. His father clenched his teeth.

"What was that Malik?!" he sneered. Malik gulped again.

"America isn't stupid! She's really smart, nice, pretty, and she's a Catholic!" Malik yelled. His father was taken aback.

"A Catholic girl?!" he yelled back at Malik. Malik glared.

"I don't ever want to see you near such a child of different religion! DO YOU HEAR?!" he yelled. Malik was silent.

"DON'T IGNORE ME BOY! ANSWER ME!" he said as he slapped Malik. Malik nodded with tears pooling in his eyes. His father gave him a last glare before sending him to bed with another slap.

Malik sat on his bed, thinking. He hated his father. He would always beat Malik and sometimes even rape him if he wasn't behaved. There was no way he would ignore America. She was his only friend- saves for his sister Isis, who was away, and his servant Rishid, who was with Isis.

"Who cares about that old man Malik?" a voice spoke to him in the back of his head. "He's never had friends like America…and me," is spoke again. Malik smiled sinisterly. "Now get some rest my friend," it spoke again. Malik obeyed.

The next day, Malik met up with America and both decided to go for a refreshing swim in the Nile. Malik decided to forget about his hell some father and enjoy his day with his friend.

They reached the Nile and Malik literally ran into the water. American slowly got in and then dunked her head. They both came up with gasps. America shivered.

"It's way too cold Malik! I'm getting out for a second," she smiled as she made her way to the shore.

"You're too sensitive America!" Malik joked as she reached the shore. His smile turned down as he spotted someone on the top shore line pointing something. Malik's eyes widened as he realized what it was.

"America! GET DOWN!" he yelled as he ran out of the water. It was too late. America hit the sand as a gunshot was heard. Blood pooled from her head to the water. Malik ran to her.

"AMERICA?! NO!" he yelled. He looked into her lifeless green eyes. She still wore a smile on her face. Tears began to roll down Malik's face.

"NOOOO!!!!" Malik screamed as he sat up from bed. He panted like a dog as he looked around the room.

"Just another damn nightmare," he muttered. The air was cold from sweating in his sleep. Lately Malik has been having haunting dreams about his childhood in Egypt since his seventeenth birthday a few months ago.

Malik now lived in Domino City U.S.A. The place were America was born. He only came for too reasons: To see what life was in the U.S. and to find and kill the reincarnated pharaoh…Yugioh.