Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Black Blood ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

Ryasha: Yep. New story. Don't worry. I will update my other ones. In fact, I'm almost done with Angelic Darkness Ch. 3! Erm…….. I don't have anything else to say, so on with the story!

Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Don't you DARE sue me! *snarls*

Summary: Yugi Motou is a child soldier. Born and bred to fight and kill, Yugi knows only violence. But what will happen when he gets separated from his comrades and ends up in a place he knows nothing of?

Black Blood: Prologue

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Hello.

My name is Yugi Motou.

I'm a child soldier.

What's that you ask?

A child soldier is a young child that was born and bred to fight…….and kill.

I was torn from my family on my first birthday and thrown into harsh training.

I don't know how I survived it. Many did not.

By the age of seven, I knew how to use a sword and knife. By the age of ten, I knew how to use almost every kind of gun, rifle, you name it. By thirteen, I was already fighting in the wars.

Now I'm sixteen. I've already fought in many wars, so many I've lost count. I've already killed hundreds of people and captured thousands.

Violence and killing has been a part of me since I was young. I know how to kill an enemy, how to strategize and lead an army, and how to use every kind of weapon and machinery in the army.

But……….

But I don't know how to cry. I've almost forgotten how it feels like to laugh, to feel emotions, and to have friends. I don't know the meaning of joy, or happiness. I've forgotten how to smile. Family seems foreign now.

And what is love? I've heard of it, and yet have no idea what it is. It sounds like something from a different world.

Sometimes I wonder. What would it have been like for me, if I weren't chosen to be a soldier? Would I have been able to live a normal life, whatever that was?

But it's no use wondering. I could never go back. I've killed too much, spilled far too much blood.

So much crimson liquid……..

Heh. It's odd, really. Everyone else bleeds red. I don't. My blood is darker, more sinister.

Black blood.

When I bleed, black shadowy liquid flows out.

I also wonder if my tears are clear. But I never cry, so I don't know.

So different from others am I. They feel emotions. I don't.

I am just a shell.

Just a machine.

Unfeeling.

A killing machine.

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January 1, 2140

12:00 am

Voice Recording

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Ryasha: Err……….yeah. *sweatdrop* It's pretty dark, I suppose.

Mika: …….yeah.

Ryasha: Well that's just the prologue. It'll get more exciting, I promise.

Mika: Review please.

Ryasha: Review!