Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Indescribable Sin ❯ Rebellion and Redemption ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter Five

Rebellion and Redemption

Warning: Language is increased in this chapter due to a rebellious Yuugi.

The inner workings of the human mind had fascinated the intelligence of humans for centuries. The mind of a hormone-driven teenager was no exception. Adults of many had always speculated the inner depths of an adolescent's thoughts; from their estranged behaviors, crazed tantrums, to emotional breakdowns. The inner working mind of a young teenager had become the highlight of the adult society.

This was the case for young Yuugi as he sat in an incredibly dull room. White wash held the primary color of the non-existent hues of the current room. A simple mahogany crafted desk sat in a far off corner, collecting dust along with the man that sat behind the said piece of craftsmanship.

Pale alabaster hands clasped themselves firmly together, resting upon the desk of utter boredom. Amber-colored eyes lay hidden beneath half-moon spectacles, glistening beneath the inner light of the so called glorious room of an average guidance counselor.

Complete silence lined the room of the worried counselor as he fell into a deep train of thought. Both teen and the aging advice giver sighed, gazing across the room at various novelty items, all until a harsh groan broke the tense aura.

“Yuugi, you and I both know that things would go a lot quicker if you would just confess.”

Agitated amethyst eyes locked onto the aging man's own amber. Hatred laced with annoyance pierced through the irises,striking the barriers of the counselor's inner soul.

Mr. Wheeler shuddered as Yuugi folded his arms, now staring fully at the outer depths of the window.

“Yuugi, this is ridiculous. We have been sitting here for over two hours. Just tell me of your angered thoughts. Why did you punch that fourteen-year old boy in the stomach?”

The now sixteen-year old boy rolled his eyes, stretching out his legs as he laughed.

“Why the hell should I tell you? It's not like you give a fuck is it?”

Mr. Wheeler groaned, wringing his hands together as he fought his annoyed thoughts of strangling the boy into the back of his mind.

“Yuugi, it is required that you tell me. You may not think I care but I certainly do. I need to know why you hit Weevil Underwood.”

Yuugi cringed upon the name of the freshman. His small arms wrapped themselves around himself as he spoke. “He fucking deserved that hit. The stupid kid called me a fag. I was teaching him his place as a freshman.”

The counselor sat unaffected from the boy's outburst. Only a great deal of arrogance and annoyance graced his features as he readjusted his spectacles.

“All right Yuugi, since you have decided to remain in this state, I hereby sentence you to a week's suspension.”

The tri-colored haired teen smirked, standing to his full height of five feet. His eyes shimmered with teenage rebellion as he began to walk out of the open office.

“Thank you Jou. I really appreciate the one week holiday! See ya in a week!” With that said, Yuugi fully exited the room, hands stuffed in his pockets as a smug-like smirk splayed itself across his face.

Annoyed groans and gossiping girls echoed throughout the confinements of the school's hallway. Yuugi Mutou was not a prodigy amongst his student body, he held the sole reputation of the outgoing goth. Everyone despised his attitude, clothing and near-suicidal attempts that had occurred throughout the past semester.

Yuugi continued his way through the hallway as he rolled his eyes upon the cowering students of the freshman year. He had been a sophomore for a little less than six months, gaining the bad ass attitude that underclassmen were nothing but pests. His black pointy buckled leather boots clacked across the green and white tiles, causing a few girls to squeak as Yuugi made his way towards the front doors.

The boy shifted his hands through his cargo pants, pulling out a small crimson red mp3 player and headphones. After placing the headphones over his head, he began to listen to his music, exiting the building as he continued to smirk.

The upbeat musings of his favorite band, Puddle of Mudd played contently through his ears, sending jolts of rhythm through his small body. His slim fingers once again found themselves within the isolation of his pockets, shifting uneasily as the building of Domino High drifted away from perspective.

With the slow steps of his small leather clad feet, Yuugi had managed to kill two hours on his escapade of returning home. His silent foot falls had suddenly caught up with him as an exotic lemon and lime colored shop glinted in his eyes.

The all infamous building of his home and youth had entered his view, sparkling in the afternoon sunlight as the sign of kanjii marked, “Kame Game Shop” lit up in the excessive rays of the sun.

Yuugi's bright amethyst eyes glanced over at the shop's entrance, sighing as he shuddered involuntarily.

“I wonder if grandpa was informed of my “vacation” by Jou?” He whispered to himself, stepping closer towards the glass door of his home.

Even though Yuugi held a hard past of losing his mother and father, along with his outgoing personality/status in high school, the boy had always held a soft spot for his grandfather. His father's father was the one who had taken him in, raised him as his own; cared for him, and comforted him when he was down. Sugoroku Mutou was his only anchor to his insanity.

Small pale alabaster-colored hands gripped a rusted door handle, shaking nervously as his breathing hitched in his throat. Yuugi's nerves stood on edge, intensifying as each passing second left this world. He was afraid of the oncoming lecture that his grandpa would bestow upon himself.

Without another thought, the boy breathed in deeply, relieving himself of his grip of the door handle as he attempted to calm his shocked nerves.

'It's now of never. Just enter the game shop and prepare yourself for whatever grandpa throws at you.'

This phrase repeated itself through the boy's thoughts for the remainder of his tense moment. Quickly, Yuugi opened the front door, cringing as the annoying bell of acknowledgment jingled loudly.

Yuugi groaned as he pulled himself into the foyer of game shop, peering around the front counter as he sighed in relief. His grandfather was no where in sight. The boy mentally cheered as he maintained a tight grip over his backpack, tiptoeing across the blue tiled floor.

'I guess today isn't all that bad. I think I might actually make it to my room without any annoying lectures today.'

Of course the gods weren't on the teen's side today as a shadow peered over the boy's shoulder.

“Yuugi...”

Said boy froze in stance. His grip upon the backpack loosened as Yuugi found himself gazing into angered plum-colored eyes.
All hell broke loose, the terms of a once civilized moment of escaping the aspects of yet another lecture from his guardian dissipated. Yuugi now stood silently, gazing down at the oh so interesting floor.

Tension was a petty thing in the world of his moment. Awkward tension of complete uneasy dull silence filtered its way through the room as both grandfather and grandson stood impassively.

Sugoroku bore into Yuugi's amethyst eyes, casting a reflection of his unnerving natured anger as he stood with hands on his hips, eyes narrowed in annoyance and authority. The aging Mutou was soon to release another bout of his pointless lectures.

“Yuugi, I want to talk to you in the living room now.”

Yuugi visibly flinched as the words of pure anger sliced through his very being.

“Grandpa, I....”

Irate plum eyes locked onto Yuugi's shivering form, reflecting all emotions of pure annoyance as Sugoroku sighed.

“No Yuugi. Just follow me into the living room. We need to have a long talk over what has happened at your high school.”

No arguments flooded through the air as the small teen shut his mouth, following his grandfather into the living room wordlessly.

The living room held no formal appearance. It held a look of a complete boring nature. The all too familiar blue couches sat side by side, lining the walls. A large twenty-seven inch T.V. stood in the corner, hidden behind the many gaming systems that took up residence adjacent to it's wiring.

This was the normal meeting area of the “Mutou lectures” as Yuugi had dubbed them. He took his normal position on the largest couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table as he eyed the beige carpeting.

Sugoroku sat on the opposite couch, running his fingers through his bushy gray beard. “Yuugi, why did you punch out that freshman?”

“Honestly, I think he deserved worse than that damn punch. Stupid fish needed a lot worse of a beating than I gave him.”

The aging man groaned as he spoke. “First off watch your language. You of all people know that I will not tolerate the use of profanity in my household. Now as for your little declaration, I wish to know what he did to offend you.”

Small hands clasped themselves together, tightening their grip upon one another. Yuugi's tension grew into pure anger as he attempted to calm himself, only to fail miserably.

“Grandpa, he called me a fag, he deserved even worse than one fucking punch in the face. I barely even grazed the side of his cheek. He was a prick that wanted to get me in trouble! It's not fair that I was blamed for this damn suspension. He shouldn't have started shit with me!” Yugi bellowed, now standing on the side of the couch, gripping it tightly.

Sugoroku's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as he gazed at the infuriated teen. He knew now that things would only take a downturn from here if he continued to question the stubborn boy, thus taking him to his final measure of discipline.

“Go to your room. This argument and your erratic behavior of rebellion will get us no where for the night. Go to your room and learn to manage your language and temper tantrums.”

With that said, grandpa pulled himself up from the couch, walking out of the room as he left Yuugi to his own scattered thoughts.

Yuugi began to shake feebly. His feet barely touched the ground as he forced himself up the stairs, running into his room as all hell broke loose.

Screams and massive echoes of items clashed across the room. Yuugi's possessions all ended into a facade of complete destruction as he slammed his fists into the wall.

“Damn it! Why? Why the hell does all this have to happen? Why the hell can't anyone accept me and be my friend. Why and I so fucking misunderstood?!”

A couple of hours had passed as he finally managed to calm down, collapsing onto the floor, clutching the second piece of his anchor of insanity, his golden puzzle.

Things were becoming out of control for Yugi. He needed his redemption of life. He needed to know what had happened to the one person who had ever understood him besides his grandfather.

What had happened to his father?

To be continued....