Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Reparation ❯ Reparation ( Chapter 1 )

 

Reparation

 

By Pharaoh Atemu's Angel aka Tange

One Shot

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh!

 

Summary: Yugi unluckily happens to arrive at school rather early as he encounters an emotionally unstable Joey, the new kid at school on Valentines Day as he is equipped with two eighteen inch sword like knives and begins to attack. Why has the teen done this and what is the outcome of this?

 

Side note: This isn't a fake story, at my high school on February 14, 2005; one new student of the age sixteen as I am told came and attacked due to excessive taunting and lack of socialization, and peer pressure.

 

Warnings: This is alternate universe, and don't flame me saying that Joey wouldn't do this, it just seemed to fit the role for him and this will be the last one of these I do for awhile.

 

 

This was inspired to write after the event and the study I have gotten through in my sociology class.

 

 

High school, the final frontier in the long lines of your twelve year education, often called the social and high life of your teenage years.

 

But as many know, this isn't always true, especially for a young teenaged boy, Yugi.

 

Yugi's Point of View

 

The day was going quite well for me thus far that is, I had just acquired my driver's license the previous day and drove myself to school, awaiting the day of this Monday; Valentines Day.

 

Strangely enough I ended up arriving at school quite early; 6:30 to be exact.

I stepped out of my car, walking slowly towards the entrance as I prayed that my car wouldn't get towed for being illegally parked.

 

But anyways that is a side track of this as I then managed to head towards the entrance on the far side of the large brick covered building that read the letters of “Domino High.”

 

Nothing out of the ordinary happened, as I pulled the door open, walking calmly into the long white tiled hallway of the foreign language/algebra courses, humming lightly as I gripped the straps of my brown backpack as my millennium puzzle smacked me unconsciously in the chest.

 

My senses were tame and unnerved at the moment, I just couldn't help but think about my crush as I hoped to give them the item of my affection, my love and my hopes of gaining them as my lover.

 

Of course, destiny seems to never allow things to happen for reasons unknown to any mere mortal.

 

Things suddenly changed as I continued to walk slowly toward the middle of the hallway, ignoring the sounds of what seemed to be the slamming of a nearby glass door; though that's no surprise there as nearly every inch of Domino High was covered in doors that led to numerous spots on the campus.

 

Of course I shrugged it off, failing to notice the shadow that towered over me slightly.

 

My amethyst eyes gazed slightly at the person behind me as I noticed piercing honey colored eyes; at first I was shaken somewhat as I then recognized the person almost instantly, it was my friend Tristan.

 

A teen that held a fairly unique hairstyle that was confounded of a large almost angular spike that rested on top of his head as if it was Mont. Fuji.

 

He and I had become acquaintances, close to being friends after an incident with a school bully named Ushio.

 

But at the moment I simply smile as he ruffles my tricolored hair, snickering lightly as he speaks.

 

“Hey Yuge, it's good to see ya, what are you doing here so early?”

 

His question raised my curiosity somewhat as I shrugged.

 

“Grandpa finally let me get my license yesterday and after some bribery of holding the god cards for the day, he allowed me to take my car in this morning.”

 

The brunette grinned widely as he high fived my small hand.

 

“Awesome Yuge, that's really cool, and oh yeah that new kid Joey or what's his name just arrived here, want to help me bully him a little bit?”

 

I scowled at my so called friend, raising my index finger in the motion of a nagging mother as my eyes narrowed to the same size as Yami's if that is even possible.

 

“Tristan, he has only been here a month, give him a break from the taunting, I mean he has never done anything to you to begin with.”

 

Tristan rolls his eyes at me and I swear sometimes I wonder why I even bother to nag him over his misjudgments, but I guess there is some reason behind it, I mean he isn't perfect.

 

But at that exact moment, the said person of direct conversation chose this moment to walk in.

 

Joey had entered the school, looking almost frightened, wearing a strange garbed black leather trench coat, flaring on its sides as he drew his arms around the hem of his worn item of warmth.

 

Joey had just moved here not long ago, around January 14, 2005 if I'm correct, and he is in my rank and class year and such.

 

He had always drawn himself into the perspective of being a introvert, completely ignoring everyone that resided in the school.

 

Something was wrong today, I just knew it.

 

Joey continued to stand silently by the entrance doors; his honey colored eyes glanced around the hallway, instantly landing upon myself and Tristan.

 

He was beginning to scare me; I wondered what he was doing.

 

But before I could even react, the shaggy haired blonde smirked deviously, glaring upon the still form of Tristan as he allowed his grip over the jacket to fall, revealing something that shimmered in the weak school lighting system.

 

I pondered to myself of what he possessed within my view as I then discovered more of a closer view of said item.

 

Joey's hands both reached onto either side of his hips, retrieving something of a silver sheen from both sides.

 

Black handles were held tightly clasped in his hands, each containing a silver alloy metal sword like knife.

 

My face paled instantly, I rubbed my eyes in attempts of gaining another view of something other than the knives.

 

Things didn't go my way with that, I know watched as the new student swished the swords in the air slightly catching up upon the fake induced wind, snickering almost psychotically as he locked his eyes onto Tristan's back.

 

Joey had gone crazy, and was ready to attack my best friend.

 

I did the only thing I could think of as I felt myself panic, allowing adrenaline to pulsate through my very veins and blood.

 

Fear was now fueling my body.

 

Tristan's eyes fell upon my sudden silence as worry crossed his features.

 

“Hey Yuge, what's wrong?”

 

“Tristan shut up and run.” I warned as the blonde continued to saunter over towards us; gaining speed upon his target or targets in this meaning.

 

I literally grabbed a hold of my friend's wrist, dragging him into a fault stylized sprint, heaving all of his weight in the hopes of freedom from this now psychotic teenager or Joey.

 

“Yugi, what the hell is wrong with you, why are you dragging me like some bag of trash?”

 

I gripped his wrist tighter than my hold as I gritted a response.

 

“Tristan, unless you want to die by the hands of Joey and his two swords, I would run now!”

 

The brunettes face instantly shot into a mixture of weariness and a smirk as he turned around, eyeing the shaggy blonde and his swords.

 

“What the hell are you doing Joey?” Tristan screamed in the terms of an opposed taunt.

 

I ran a hand through my tricolored hair, feeling droplets of sweat dribble their way down my cherubic face.

 

Tristan was being irrational and an ass; it seemed as though he wanted to die on the spot.

 

Joey rolled his narrowed orbs at Tristan, walking closer towards us as he held his weapons of choice into battle stance.

 

“Heh, I'm going to kill you and your friend Tristan, it's time for you to feel the reverse effects of your actions.”

 

Holy Shit, I was so freaking scared that I couldn't move, much less breathe after hearing this comment of negativity.

 

Things suddenly changed as I felt Tristan pick me up, running off towards the cafeteria in attempts of freedom.

 

But things just get worse as this world and society know.

 

The crackling of Walkie Talkies echoed in the background, security guards of many ran into the scene, all armed with futile weapons, including broom sticks, and flash lights.

 

“Hold it right there, put the weapons down now, this is your only warning.”

 

Joey smirked yet again as he continued to chase after Tristan and myself.

 

Closer and closer, the chase continued to decrease our safety as Joey managed to corner us away from the guards.

 

His swords were held in battle stance again as he came at Tristan, attacking with full speed, aiming for his throat.

 

My amethyst eyes closed tightly as I heard a hiss of pain and a groan eradicate the room.

 

I managed to open my eyes, seeing the shocked forms of police officers laying on top of Joey, prying the weapons of his own destruction from his hands, handcuffing him in the process as they then stand up, holding the teen into a tight grip.

 

But my attention was now on my friend, Tristan was holding his face for some reason, though no explanation was needed as the life giving fluid or blood flowed down his cheek freely.

 

He managed to get stabbed in the back fire of Joey being tackled.

 

The Police officers took Joey away as he yelled at the top of his lungs. “I will kill you all!”

 

Shudders and chills ran up my spine upon the final comment of the shaggy blonde.

 

I was now scared for my life as I only thought about my family and how I could have never of seen my brother Yami or Grandpa again.

 

At the moment, we were taken away from the scene, taken into the hallway where all the students were being kept; all I remembered seeing was the trail of blood that covered the pure white floor.

 

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The rest of the day passed by quite slowly, everyone remained quiet from what I had heard as I spent the rest of the day at home with Yami and grandpa.

 

But I learned a lot of things from that attack, or so my Sociology teacher says.

 

News of Joey's attack spread around the school like wildfire, all stating his motives that are now in the local newspaper.

 

Local student nameless upon being a minor of the age of sixteen years held an attack upon Domino High. Only being at the school for a month exactly, after moving from one part of the country to this city and being raised in home school for his entire life, he ended up attacking a student with two eighteen inch swords, but luckily the authorities and the student are all fine as this sixteen year old is being convicted for attempted murder….

 

My mind wandered slightly upon the incident as I listened to my teacher lecture upon the terms of sociology, but my ears perked upon one definition in particular.

 

“Socialization, the aspect of learning to work and interact with others.”

 

It was simple; almost all along as Joey lacked the skill of socialization, never experiencing the terms of social standards of working with others or handling peer pressure from lack of skills with people his own age.

 

I felt sorry for Joey somewhat as he lost his sanity from the teasing and such, more so from Tristan, but we all learned something that day, don't taunt others as you never know what the hell will happen.

 

The end.

 

Yeah, that was my futile attempt of recreating what had happened to some degree at my school last Monday. I wasn't actually there when the attack happened but arrived minutes after it had taken place; seeing the left over blood that pooled on the floor and such. But yeah, this was something I needed to get off of my chest as it has been eating away at me and the other students at Lamar High.