Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten souls ❯ Lost Memories ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Draza 
Prologue sort of thing
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.30.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 306 | Status: Completed
Prologue sort of thing
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.30.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 306 | Status: Completed
Hey everybody!!!
Draza here to talk a little bit about what’s going on. I’m writing a story....that’s it.
What did you think I was doing? Singing? Please! I’d shatter the computer screen if I did.
Well anyways...i’m going to start this story off. Now it may seem a little confusing at first, but i promise everything will be clearer in future chapters.
Disclaimer: Do I have to? Ok fine. Don’t own. Screw off. Anybody who thinks otherwise....well, they can deal with my mother... *glares at lawyers* I’m talking to you guys!!!
Seto: It’s about time you started this! She’d been thinking about it for months now!
Draza: Shut up, or I’ll eliminate you from this story! Or at least, part of you...I’ll let the reviewers decided on which part...*smirks*
Seto: I’ll be good...
Lost Memories
“No!” she pleaded, “please, don’t do this to me again Vincent!”
“Shut up, you useless piece of shit! Your lucky that you only get your ass beaten!” The man called Vincent pulled his arm back to punch the girl’s face again.
The girl, Hitomi, ducked and ran to the far side of the livingroom. She cringed as she heard Vincent’s fist connect with the plaster wall. Hitomi trembled but she was used to it. After living with her step father for so many years, she was used to being beaten on a regular basis. Her stepmother never tried to stop Vincent. Instead, she would urge her husband to hit Hitomi harder saying ‘discipline needs to be beaten into people, not taught’. But she was not here right now, and when she wasn’t here, the beatings were worse, as they usually ended up with Hitomi being raped by her stepfather.
The sound of something shattering next to her head brought her back from her reminiscents. Vincent had throw a glass at Hitomi, and it was only by luck that it had missed her. Now Vincent was picking up a vase. Hitomi looked around the room frantically for something to defend herself with. Her eyes fell upon the letter opener on the table. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘it’s better than nothing.’
Picking up the would be weapon she swung at Vincent and slashed his shirt open. Vincent looked down at his torn shirt, then back to Hitomi, his eyes showing pure rage at nearly being hit in his own house. Advancing on the girl, his voice held pure venom.
“In MY house, girl,” he spat, “NOBODY tries to cut ME! I try, and SUCCEED, to cut THEM!” he lunged at Hitomi, who barely managed to dodge him.
Hitomi swung around to avoid him as he lunged for her again, but wasn’t fast enough as she soon found herself on the floor after having been brutally tackled by her step-father.
Up close, she could smell the weed and beer on his breath and fought not to gag.
“Now then, my little bitch, i’m going to teach you a lesson once again.”
Vincent’s hand that wasn’t holding Hitomi’s arms down, began to creep to the front of her jeans, intending to undo the zipper. Hitomi, trembling once more, tried to wiggle and kick free from her step-father, to no use.
“Please, no more Vincent!”
“You don’t get away with what you did to my shirt that easily!” Vincent spat in Hitomi’s face, “The only thing your good for is a quick fuck! No wonder you don’t have any friends!” He laughed, “Who would want to be friends with a slut like you?”
Hitomi’s bottom lip trembled as Vincent undid her pants and began on his own. She knew he wouldn’t escape, and so did he. Hitomi simply bit her lip and shut her eyes, to endure another round of Vincent’s favourite punishments.
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Kaiba Mansion
“Ouch! Man that box was heavy!”
The young Kaiba brother rubbed his head, cursing his luck that the box he wanted was on the top pile. Lowering his hand, he thought ‘Seto’s height would have REALLY come in handy right then’.
Looking at the strew contents across the attic floor, Mokuba noticed that the box he had been reaching for, which had been full of old cloths from the orphanage, had been turned upside down. Cursing, quite colourfully for a boy his age, he began to gather up his and Seto’s old things from before they had been adopted, when he noticed a folder among the clothing and the odd toy.
‘Hmm. I don’t remember this. Maybe it was Seto’s.’ Mokuba carefully opened the folder, inspecting its contents. His eyes widened when he saw that the file had been filled with photographs.
“Now I remember these,” murmuring as he flipped through the photos, “Seto did like to take pictures, I just never thought he’d saved any from the time we were in the orphanage.”
His eyes grew wider as they focussed on one particular picture. Hie eyes dancing with laughter, Mokuba lifted the picture from the folder.
‘Hmm,’ he mused, ‘Now this one I definitely remember.’
It was a picture of him, Seto and another person. A girl, around Seto’s age at the time, with long black hair in a horse tail, with a green t-shirt and faded blue jeans. Her eyes were a dark brown. A light of mischief glinted in them, even through the photograph. Mokuba turned the photo over and read the message on the back. Written in Seto neat writing were the names ‘Seto, Mokuba and Hitomi. Domino Orphanage.’
Draza: Well what did you all think?
Seto: I think you should stop.
Draza: Why?
Seto: Because i said so!
Draza: *whacks Seto over the head with lava lamp* You might be the CEO of Kaiba Corps. But in my world, I RULE!! *laughs coughs laughs*
Seto: X_X
Draza: Whoops! *giggles* I think i hit him too hard! Oh and to my friend Freezy (who kept telling me to write my story) I hope this will last you for a bit. I’m hoping to get started on chapter 2 , and to have it out by at least Saturday. Bear with me please!
Draza here to talk a little bit about what’s going on. I’m writing a story....that’s it.
What did you think I was doing? Singing? Please! I’d shatter the computer screen if I did.
Well anyways...i’m going to start this story off. Now it may seem a little confusing at first, but i promise everything will be clearer in future chapters.
Disclaimer: Do I have to? Ok fine. Don’t own. Screw off. Anybody who thinks otherwise....well, they can deal with my mother... *glares at lawyers* I’m talking to you guys!!!
Seto: It’s about time you started this! She’d been thinking about it for months now!
Draza: Shut up, or I’ll eliminate you from this story! Or at least, part of you...I’ll let the reviewers decided on which part...*smirks*
Seto: I’ll be good...
Lost Memories
“No!” she pleaded, “please, don’t do this to me again Vincent!”
“Shut up, you useless piece of shit! Your lucky that you only get your ass beaten!” The man called Vincent pulled his arm back to punch the girl’s face again.
The girl, Hitomi, ducked and ran to the far side of the livingroom. She cringed as she heard Vincent’s fist connect with the plaster wall. Hitomi trembled but she was used to it. After living with her step father for so many years, she was used to being beaten on a regular basis. Her stepmother never tried to stop Vincent. Instead, she would urge her husband to hit Hitomi harder saying ‘discipline needs to be beaten into people, not taught’. But she was not here right now, and when she wasn’t here, the beatings were worse, as they usually ended up with Hitomi being raped by her stepfather.
The sound of something shattering next to her head brought her back from her reminiscents. Vincent had throw a glass at Hitomi, and it was only by luck that it had missed her. Now Vincent was picking up a vase. Hitomi looked around the room frantically for something to defend herself with. Her eyes fell upon the letter opener on the table. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘it’s better than nothing.’
Picking up the would be weapon she swung at Vincent and slashed his shirt open. Vincent looked down at his torn shirt, then back to Hitomi, his eyes showing pure rage at nearly being hit in his own house. Advancing on the girl, his voice held pure venom.
“In MY house, girl,” he spat, “NOBODY tries to cut ME! I try, and SUCCEED, to cut THEM!” he lunged at Hitomi, who barely managed to dodge him.
Hitomi swung around to avoid him as he lunged for her again, but wasn’t fast enough as she soon found herself on the floor after having been brutally tackled by her step-father.
Up close, she could smell the weed and beer on his breath and fought not to gag.
“Now then, my little bitch, i’m going to teach you a lesson once again.”
Vincent’s hand that wasn’t holding Hitomi’s arms down, began to creep to the front of her jeans, intending to undo the zipper. Hitomi, trembling once more, tried to wiggle and kick free from her step-father, to no use.
“Please, no more Vincent!”
“You don’t get away with what you did to my shirt that easily!” Vincent spat in Hitomi’s face, “The only thing your good for is a quick fuck! No wonder you don’t have any friends!” He laughed, “Who would want to be friends with a slut like you?”
Hitomi’s bottom lip trembled as Vincent undid her pants and began on his own. She knew he wouldn’t escape, and so did he. Hitomi simply bit her lip and shut her eyes, to endure another round of Vincent’s favourite punishments.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kaiba Mansion
“Ouch! Man that box was heavy!”
The young Kaiba brother rubbed his head, cursing his luck that the box he wanted was on the top pile. Lowering his hand, he thought ‘Seto’s height would have REALLY come in handy right then’.
Looking at the strew contents across the attic floor, Mokuba noticed that the box he had been reaching for, which had been full of old cloths from the orphanage, had been turned upside down. Cursing, quite colourfully for a boy his age, he began to gather up his and Seto’s old things from before they had been adopted, when he noticed a folder among the clothing and the odd toy.
‘Hmm. I don’t remember this. Maybe it was Seto’s.’ Mokuba carefully opened the folder, inspecting its contents. His eyes widened when he saw that the file had been filled with photographs.
“Now I remember these,” murmuring as he flipped through the photos, “Seto did like to take pictures, I just never thought he’d saved any from the time we were in the orphanage.”
His eyes grew wider as they focussed on one particular picture. Hie eyes dancing with laughter, Mokuba lifted the picture from the folder.
‘Hmm,’ he mused, ‘Now this one I definitely remember.’
It was a picture of him, Seto and another person. A girl, around Seto’s age at the time, with long black hair in a horse tail, with a green t-shirt and faded blue jeans. Her eyes were a dark brown. A light of mischief glinted in them, even through the photograph. Mokuba turned the photo over and read the message on the back. Written in Seto neat writing were the names ‘Seto, Mokuba and Hitomi. Domino Orphanage.’
Draza: Well what did you all think?
Seto: I think you should stop.
Draza: Why?
Seto: Because i said so!
Draza: *whacks Seto over the head with lava lamp* You might be the CEO of Kaiba Corps. But in my world, I RULE!! *laughs coughs laughs*
Seto: X_X
Draza: Whoops! *giggles* I think i hit him too hard! Oh and to my friend Freezy (who kept telling me to write my story) I hope this will last you for a bit. I’m hoping to get started on chapter 2 , and to have it out by at least Saturday. Bear with me please!