Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Thoughts on Perfection ❯ Perfection ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

By: IamJean-ClaudsHumanServantandloveit

Yu-Gi-Oh!, and the characters therein, are the property of Kazuki Takahashi. I am in no way affiliated with Takahashi, or 4Kids Ent., FUNimation, TV Tokyo/NAS/Studio Gallop

Do you believe in perfection?

I don't…And I'm about to tell you why.

When I was small and my mother was heavily pregnant with my little brother, already named, by me, as Mokuba I had thought life was perfect, I lived in a high class family, my papa had a good job and spent all his free time with mother and I.

Mother always smiled, mother was always so happy and her happiness made me happy.

I had many friends and I was loved and complete.

To me life was perfect.

Until Mokuba was born and mother went away, never to return. I knew what death was, I'm a geniuses and I always was.

I knew no matter what I did, no matter how much I or Mokuba and father cried mother was never coming home.

And my perfect little world was shattered.

But time past and in the years since, though I never stoped missing my beloved mother to me life again was perfect…until the day the police came to our house, with their light topped cars and stern faces.

I'd answered the door as our elderly babysitter was asleep in the lounge and Mokuba still so young.

Father was gone, a car taking him away and to me life would never be perfection again.

And it wasn't, not when our family passed us around taking our inheritance away.

Not when we went to that orphanage; a low budget place that barely filled our bellies and scorned my need to learn.

Nor when I won the chess match against Gozaburo, getting him to adopt both Mokuba and I thinking this man, he's our ticket to freedom, he's our ticket to a good life. How deluded I had been, how innocent.

Life was so far from perfection.

Life was hell and the only thing that made it bearable was know that Mokuba was never know what I truly gave up for him. He shale ever be the hope and innocence I have lost.

And just when I begin to believe that maybe, just maybe I could have that perfection, the perfection everyone believes I have had all along, when the days where long and the nights so much longer. Just when I begin to believe that I can touch that thing I once had…it was shattered and I finally over the lies and false hopes.

Finally broken watched you walk out that door, your name on my lips and pain in your wake.

I can tell you what people believe perfection is; achievable.

I can tell you the dictionary meaning of that cursed word; the act of perfecting; the quality or condition of being perfect; great excellence; faultlessness; the highest degree; a perfect person or thing.

I can tell you what Christians believe perfection is; God.

Now I'll tell you what I believe perfection is; a lie.