Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Happy in Hell ❯ Happy in Hell ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Happy in Hell
Rating: PG-13, I guess. I'm no good at the ratings thing.
Category: Angst?
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None, I think.
Summary: A peek into the life of a duelist who can't seem to climb out of the hole he seems to have fallen into.

It was late when Ryuuzaki got in. Not that it mattered, really- he doubted his parents were even home yet. They were never in until at least one in the morning. When they inevitably arrived, it would be a shouting contest for at least an hour before they went to bed. In their own separate rooms, of course.

Damn them. Why didn't they just get a divorce, anyways?

Anyhow, it was late, and Ryuuzaki could barely even walk. Hell, it was more crashing than walking. These things happen after the first few shots of whiskey or so. None of this sake stuff for him- 'Twas far too weak for his tastes. He didn't even want to remember his own name right now.

He remembered what it was like- before. He was happy, then. Or was he? Ryuuzaki sighed. It didn't matter, anyhow. The point was he was a failure. He hadn't won a duel for a while, at least, not while playing a worthwhile opponent. And his grades in school were starting to slip. Not that he could afford that with high school entrance exams coming. And his love life was nonexistant.

And. "And." Always another "and."

Ryuuzaki didn't even bother to get undressed as he flopped onto his bed. Feh. Who cares if his parents yelled, anyways? He was sure to be passed out blissfully by the time they got in. He doubted he'd wake up. They wouldn't even notice their own son's condition when they saw him, even if he did get that hangover he was sure he had coming. It was always the same, now. They ignored his downward spiral as he ignored their farce of a marriage.

Ryuuzaki was fine with that. It was inevitable. He'd slink into school the next morning, and hope the teacher didn't bother to call on him for any answers. He'd play a little Duel Monsters during lunch, when his head started to feel a little better. He'd probably win most of his duels fairly easily, as per usual. He'd keep his ears out for news on any new dueling competitions that might be of interest. When school ended for the day, he'd go to the next sleazy party and get completely trashed. The cycle would continue.

It was hell, but it was his. And he was happy with it. Happy in hell.

Or at least, that's what he told himself as he cried himself to sleep that night.