Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Lover's Duel ❯ How It All Began ( Chapter 1 )

How It All Began

It begins in Egypt at the palace of the Pharaoh.

A little child of about ten with multicolored hair is attempting to climb over the large barriers, which kept others away, to see what was beyond the wall of the palace.

With the many difficulties passed such as making sure the guards or his father didn't see or hurting himself and having to come up with a lie later on to tell about it he finally made it over, though he falls down the other side.

After cleaning himself a little bit and making sure he didn't get any scratches he was accompanied by the sound of somebody crying.

He looks around the corner and sees a girl, with lots of scrapes and bruises of sorts and sizes covering her arms and legs and other bare pieces of skin, leaning against the wall curled up and crying her eyes out.

He walks over to her and kneels down beside the girl. "What's wrong?"

She looks up and studies his face for a minute before fear showed in her eyes.

The prince inwardly groaned as he knew the girl knew who he was now and, from the looks of her, she was scared out of her mind.

"You don't have to be scared. I won't hurt you, I promise." He smiled slightly as she stopped shaking and the fear disappeared. "Will you tell me… why were you crying?" He asks again.

"I-I was- My parents died last night… from this disease they had and were fighting for a long time… and I have nobody left." She told him, tears once more forming in her eyes.

"You shouldn't lie." She looked at him confusedly.

He smiles at her softly and offers his hand to help her up. "You have me and I won't let you down."

She takes his offered hand and smiled back at him as she wipes the remaining tears from her reddened eyes.

It's then that the prince gets a good look at her and finds that she's probably about the same age as him if not a year or so younger.

She was a little shorter and had dark brown hair with softer brown highlights in a few places. Her eyes were an emerald green and very soft, showing her every emotion.

"I'm Yami, what's your name?"

"Kuronue, but everyone back at the village calls me Kyra for short, so you can too if you want."

"I like it, you have a nice name."

"Thank you… I like yours too."

Yami looked up to watch the sun. He then groaned and looked back at Kyra. "I should be getting back now before they start looking for me."

She nodded, saying good bye, and watched as he began climbing back over the mud-bricked wall before walking away.

Before she got completely out of his sight, Yami called back to her and she looked over her shoulder at him. "Meet me back here tomorrow at the same time, ok?"

"Ok, Yami. I'll see you then. I'm going to go find something to eat."

"Bye."

The next day came and the two met up again. They talked some more and learned a lot about the other and became good friends. Together it was just their secret for almost two years.

They kept meeting each other by the same wall, except he brought her to his side of the wall because Kyra thought it was too risky having him be on the other side. Yami didn't understand what she meant but never got the chance to ask for some reason.

About a month before the friend's two-year mark of their friendship Yami began to notice that Kyra was getting thinner.

As she was jumping over the wall to him, no further needing any help to get over, her shirt flew up a little and all he could was stare at her.

"What's wrong, Yami?" She questioned him, straightening up.

He's speechless for a minute and all her could do was point to where the shirt had flown up. When he felt his voice return he voiced what he saw. "Your ribs… you can see them easy."

She laughs nervously before adding, "It's no big deal, Yami. I'm surprised you know what ribs look like anyways being the prince of the Pharaoh and all.

He looks at her suspiciously and then turns back towards the entrance of the palace.

She gives one look at him before tears well in her eyes. "Wait, Yami! I didn't mean it, I was just joking around! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings by it!"

She's about to leave a while after he disappeared, but stops herself as she sees him returning with a plate full of food.

He sets it in front of her and smiles, gesturing for her to dig in.

"Ar-Are you sure, Yami? I don't want to be a bother, really, I can find food for myself." She asks surprised.

"Dig in, Kyra. Don't worry about a thing, I promise."

She nods and begins to eat the food happily.

It was like that for the whole month. He brought her food and she'd tell him stories about what happens and what she does when she's not with him on the other side of the wall.

Sometimes it seems that they know each other so well they can read each other's minds. But it was only for some things and not all. That kind of question came up when the month ended and a new one began.

"Yami, how many kids would you like when you get a wife?"

The prince looks down. "I'm not going to have any."

"Why? Don't want any?"

"It's my secret and I can't tell you or anyone else."

"I promise I won't tell anyone, Yami. Please?"

He blushes a little before looking anywhere but at her. "I'm not interested in females. My interest is with males."

She's surprised and looks away from him too. After a second, though, she walks over to him and puts a hand on his shoulder. "It's fine. I don't mind that you like males."

It's his turn to be surprised then and he finally looks back at her. "B-But my father said people would look down upon me if the word got out before I became Pharaoh."

She shakes her. "Friends don't look down on friends, Yami. Maybe some people would if they knew, but no one's going to find out anyway because I promised I wouldn't tell, and I never break a promise I'll tell you that now."

He nods and cheers up as they laugh some more as Kyra tried to come up with a type of girl Yami might've liked as he lists off things he likes.

After a little while of that game Kyra gets a weird thought. "Hey, Yami." He looks up at her. "If your interest was in females then I think we would make a pretty good team, wouldn't you say?"

He nods his head laughs with her. "I think so too, Kyra. It would be neat if I were, but I'm not." They're silent for a while before Yami speaks up again. "Kyra, do you know what I want more than anything?"

"What, Yami?"

"I want to see what's really out there on the other side for myself. It's better being locked up like a prisoner in my own home."

She stands up abruptly and stares at him with anger filling her emotions. "How could you like something as stupid as that?"

"W-what? Kyra, I don't understand." He asks confused.

She only shakes her head in denial that she ever heard such a wish from someone so fortunate. "Leave it alone, Yami, and never go outside the walls. They're there for a very good reason. Trust me, I know."

At the end of the month while they were talking and laughing like they always have before she opened her eyes and smiled at him. Her green eyes averted up and then she quickly froze up after backing away a bit and bowing her head as low as she could.

Yami's confused by the gesture and looks behind him to see none other than his father with his adviser and high priest. He stands quickly and bows his head in respect, but his father wasn't paying attention to him. Instead, he is glaring at the brown haired girl with disgust and hate.

"Why are you here, street-rat?" He ordered in an angry and commanding tone that had Yami shivering a little bit.

"The Prince Yami invited me over, your highness." She answered shakily.

He finally acknowledges Yami's presence. "Is this true?"

"Yes, sir." The multi-haired boy answered, his voice firmer than his friend's.

"How long?"

"About two years, father."

His father is disgusted further that such common filth had been on this side of the walls for that long. "Yami, I became very curious had to why you became happier all of a sudden and as to why you were smuggling food out of the palace." His voice rose with his temper. "And I find out you've been handing it out to some lowly peasant!"

Before Yami can start explaining anything his father orders the guards behind him to bring the girl to the front hall to be punished before throwing her out and back where she belongs to stay.

He looks back at Yami with stern eyes and watches as his son tries hold back his tears. "You are to follow, Yami, and watch her." Yami stiffened with the order and held back more tears at having to watch his best and only friend being beaten and treated wrongly right in front of him for his own foolishness and there was nothing he could do about it.

As he watches with hurt filling him nonstop he notices that she doesn't cry from the continuing beatings she's receiving from two of the guards, the two that took her away.

He doesn't know how but suddenly everything clicks together perfectly. He first met her with bruises and cuts all over her, how she seemed to have a new injury each day to every other day, and so on to when she yelled at him about being on the other side of the wall and being lucky to live how he does. He comes to a surprising conclusion that no matter how he rethought it, it always came back the same until he finally admitted it to himself. She wasn't shedding tears because she was used to getting beaten like this. They, the guards that patrolled the towns and villages that were ruled by his father, beat people on the other side of the walls, and he guessed it was all for fun and just needing a reason to push someone around to see them get hurt.

He watches in horror as Kyra finally crumbles and flinches away from the guards as they touch her and they begin to laugh at her actions and fear.

Finally, after what felt an eternity to him, Yami's father finally dismisses her and they throw her out.

Yami cries for his friend and how horrific her life had been on this time that night. He never even asked how she was getting so many flaws on her skin when he met her only to find out the horrible truth with experience of watching it actually happen to her. And she never even told him because she didn't want to burden him with the truth.

With that in mind while being so young, it sinks into him as he grows and becomes hard and unemotionally showing and his personality also began to fit his name before fitting in perfectly: darkness.