Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Wish Upon a Star ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: We'll keep it simple: “I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or the characters. (but I wish I did. *cries*)

 

Chapter 1

 

Another raindrop fell from the dark, dismal sky. Puddles of those raindrops now surrounded the wooden bench. The brown eyed, snow-haired teen sat there watching as drops of water fell from the branches high above.

He looked up; he could now see the spider webs; like lace surrounding the tree. Be looked back down and sighed; this day matched his mood perfectly. The clouds hung over the city; the dank smell of rain still hung in the air, and the muddy puddles laughed at his misery.

He kicked a stone, but in his rage he kicked a puddle; only to have the mud and water splash; covering his already soaked blue pants and his flawless white shirt.

Sighing again he looked down at himself. Bad luck seemed to follow him like a dog followed his master. Only, this was not like the love and the loyalty of a pet, but the sick and twisted mind of the being who controlled his luck. For some reason he or she must have liked to see him in perpetual sorrow.

A rabbit hopped slowly out from under the bench; peeking its head out to ensure safety. His snow white coat was blemished when he hopped into the puddle.

The boy reached down and removed the fragile animal from the sticky, muddy puddle and sat it down on the moist ground. Then without a single glance back the rabbit was gone.

“If only,” the boy sighed looking around the vacant park, “If only it was that easy to make you love me.” He stopped before the name slipped from his lips. He had kept this a secret from everyone; always keeping a straight face around that person so no one would know. The only person he had told was his best friend.

He sighted and continued, “Why do you hate me?” he asked the still mist. He expected a coarse reply; he had become used to it by now. These replies had been forced to him for years; since his Yami had been separated from his body. He had hoped for a new beginning; like his best friend, Malik, and his Yami. He had hoped for this to be the start of a happily ever after, but after only a few seconds with his dark side; he knew his dreams; his hopes would never come true.

 

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A bright flash of light filled the empty space where three teens stood. All with hopeful eyes; after a second of anxiety and nearly horror three taller forms shaped almost exactly like the three stepped forward out of the smoke.

The tall one with tri-colored hair stepped toward his smaller version and embraced him tight; tears running down his cheeks. Next the dark, Egyptian form stepped in front of his smaller light and whispered, “I love you,” to him before kissing his lips gently.

Finally the remaining two members met in the middle one wearing a glorious smile; shining like the sun, but the other wore a smirk.

The shorter stepped forward; hoping to be accepted and embraced, but instead he was shoved back and kicked harshly; it was all decided; they would never be what he wanted.

 

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That had been the worst day of his life; up then. But from then on; it only became worse.

 

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Ryou looked up at the man above him; his look-alike, his brother, but also his master, his abuser. His white clothes were now crimson red; soaked with his own blood.

He wondered the same thing he did every time this happened. Would Bakura go all the way this time? Would he finally kill Ryou; end the suffering?

Bakura flipped out his pocket knife and knelt in front of the boy quivering in front of him. Blood dropped onto the carpet; it was becoming just as red as his clothes.

A line of water ran through the blood on his face. Tears flew gradually now. When it had started he had tried to keep them down; to be strong for his love, but after many more beatings he could only let it happen as it happened.

“Bakura,” he spat out; moor blood stained the carpet. He coughed and looked up. Bakura stood still; the blood stained knife still in his hand.

Rou looked up at him; it was strange; he blinked and looked down. Would it ever end?

 

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Ryou sighed and looked back up at the dismal sky. What was awaiting him at home? He stood and walked to the exit, but stopped for one last look around the park. “I wish,” he whispered and walked away slowly. Not even knowing himself what it was he had wished for.

When he reached the front steps to the house he stopped. Should he go in yet?

It was only three o'clock; he had told Bakura he would be home around four. Would coming home early only make that day worse?

He decided to walk up the stone stairs quietly and slowly; Bakura did not need to know he was home yet.

“Ryou.” The boy jumped and turned. Could Bakura be behind him?

He let out a deep breath in relief and said, “Malik, you scared me for a second!” He bent over on his knees and sighed.

“Why? Were you afraid I was-?” Malik started, but stopped when he saw the look on his best friend's face.

“Please, Malik, don't make fun of me like that,” Ryou said leaning against the front door; “You know my secret; you of all people should know that I want to keep it a secret.”

Malik frowned and nodded, “I know, but wouldn't it help if you told one of the others. Yugi, Jonouchi, Honda; even Marik would understand, Ryou.” He took a step forward and touched Ryou's shoulder, “Just tell someone, Ryou.”

“You know I can't do that, Malik!” Ryou nearly screamed; but covered his mouth afterwards, “Just leave Malik; go home.” He frowned and turned walking up the stairs. His fears were now blocked by anger. Anger he felt toward Malik for almost exposing his secret; and anger at himself for not being strong enough to handle it.

He walked through the front door and leaned against the tan wall. Bakura was nowhere in sight. Maybe he was with Marik; Ryou walked to the couch and sat down. He picked up the book on the stand beside the couch and opened it, but stopped and turned when the door opened and heavy footsteps filled the room.