Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Blind Silence ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Um, I'm really not even sure where this story is going. I started to write it and that was about it. No planning, no preparing, so even I'm not sure what's going to happen yet.

And sorry for not updating, I've been busy with FF7.

Pairings: Yami/Marik/Bakura, rest is unknown (I dun think I'll be pairing Malik with Ryou though. . .)

Alternative Universe, crossover - Gundam Wing, but they're just normal (or almost normal people), probably a few others now that I'm so addicted to FF7.

Warnings: Angst (damn it! I need a plot!), unknown as of now.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask and I'll answer them the best I can. . .I haven't really planned this fic out very far, so any suggestions would be great! I want to keep this real though, no magical beings or stuff like that.

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Blind Silence - Prologue

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He blankly stared through the window of his room at all the other children playing in the yard outside the orphanage. He could hear their laughter and their shouts, wishing he could feel that happy. He sniffled to himself as he wiped the tears from his face with a small fist; it would do him no good to cry. He liked it here, sure, but he had almost been adopted! They were a couple who couldn't have kids of their own, and they'd been so kind and loving. They even had a dog. They had a small home and had always wanted a little boy of their own. And most importantly they'd wanted him.

At least until they'd found out.

He was different from the other kids. Apparently special, at least, that's what everyone said he was. He couldn't understand why he was so special since nobody wanted him. Even his best friend, who had also been classified as `special' because he had been a mute, had been adopted. How he missed the other boy…wouldn't anyone adopt him?

Sure, he was small for his age-he was eight and people still thought he was six-and he was unusual looking, what with being part Egyptian. He had amazingly white blonde hair - platinum and his eyes - so he'd once been told, were light lavender and his skin was dark.

He'd always been curious about the combination, and what it made him look like. Was he ugly? Was that why nobody wanted him? No, those people had seen him; it wasn't until they'd gotten up close that they changed their minds. It wasn't until they stared into his empty eyes that they realized he wasn't the child they were looking for.

Nobody was looking for him.

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To be continued. . .

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