Okay, I don't own any of the characters, except for Jake, Seina, and Keiko. They are mine. My own. My precious..... Oh, wrong story! Sorry. Okay, the first song is Take Me As I Am, by Tonic, and the second is Runaway by Linkin Park. There. Now read it already!
About Yuugi. How he's 16 in the first bit of the story. And how anything in Italics is a flashback or song.
He stared at the door, soaked, with a bag in his hand.
The rain was cold and harsh, kind of like the people he had thought he had known.
Only hours ago he had talked to them, his life just fine. He never would have thought that it would have come to this.
His little hand reached out hesitantly, but then more confidently, and he rapped on the door.
There were sounds of shuffling and cursing inside, and then the door cracked open.
"What do you want?" A pair of ice cold cobalt eyes shot daggers at the small form on the doorstep.
"Sorry Kaiba, but I was hoping that I could ask you a favor..." Yuugi hung his head, feeling that the tall CEO would likely refuse.
"What kind of favor...?" He said hesitantly.
"I need a ticket. A plane ticket." His head slowly rose, and shimmering amethyst eyes searched for a response.
Kaiba opened the door, motioning for him to step inside. Yuugi did, and the door shut quietly behind him.
"Now where would you be going all alone." He looked around outside. "Where's the 'cheering squad'?" Kaiba smiled wickedly, hoping to see an angry Yuugi staring at him. He liked to see other peoples rage and emotions, for lack of showing his own. But instead he was met with an even gaze.
"They don't know I'm here. And that's the way I intend to keep it." He whispered.
{The last thing I want is Kaiba to know what happened.}
Yuugi thought about what had happened only hours before.
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"Yami? can you help me with this?" asked Yuugi with a small whimper. He was trying to put a box of cards on the shelves, and he couldn't quite reach.
Yami apparantly didn't hear him.
{Or didn't care}
"....Okay then....Jou?...Ne?...Oww!" Yuugi dropped the box of cards on his head, falling off the stool that he was on. Tears stung the back of his eyes as he sat up, rubbing his head.
"Ya' ok?", Jou said, not looking up. He didn't seem to care.
"Ne. I'll be fine. Thanks..." He looked to see if anyone else had noticed anything. No one had even looked up. Not even Sugoroku. "Thats nice..." He was already looking back down at his homework. Anzu and Honda were outside, talking. Yami was reading, not paying the slightest attention.
/Yami, I'm going out./
Okay.
/Don't you care where I'm going!?/ Yuugi questioned mentally.
Of course.
/Then why didn't you ask?!/
I didn't think that you needed a babysitter.
/Fine! You're right. Why should you care?/ Tears of rage were streaming down his face, and Yami still wasn't paying any attention to him. He ran outside,shoving past Anzu and Honda.
"Hey! That was rude!" Anzu yelled after him.
He ran down the street, ignoring her shout. Crystaline tears rolled freely down his face, falling to the pavement as his legs pumped up and down. As he came up to the park, he slowed. He found a tree with a branch low enough for him to reach and climbed as high as he could go.
Stopping, he sat on a branch and hung his head in his arms. He sobbed into his coat, crying untill he was almost asleep.
Thunder jolted him awake. He fell from the tree, landing on his back.
He gasped for breath, white fire lacing through his entire body.
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Kaiba stared at Yuugi. He couldn't belive that he would go anywhere alone. Purple orbs met blue ones, stare for stare. Kaiba thought that he had seen something in those eyes. It was only a flash, gone instantly. Hidden in the now lifelessly dull amethyst heartaches. Those eyes could melt your soul, but today...
{What was that? Hurt? Anger? Or is it just my imagination? Sigh Why should I give it to him? Why not? Gets him out of my hair, for a while at least. Pesky midget.}
"Fine. Whatever. Where to?"
The younger teen stared almost in disbelief. He wasn't sure that Kaiba would actually give him the ticket.
"L.A." He would go through with it whether he wanted to or not. He had gotten this far, he couldn't stop now. They didn't need him anyways.
Kaiba stared, thinking it over. Then he started to walk away.
"Kaiba- you said-" Yuugi looked suprised, thinking that he had turned him down. But the CEO inturupted his statement.
"Follow me. I need you to fill out the papers."
"Oh."
He followed him, wet sneakers squeaking on the linoulium. The walk giving his mind the time to wander back to the events of the past few hours.
{No! Stop! You will NOT think about that! You are leaving. Leaving for good. They dont want you. Maybe you'll find someone who will...}
But he couldn't help it, his mind drifted back, re-reading the letter he had left in his mind.
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It started to rain lightly as he limped home. He got to the store, unaware of the fact that it was well past closing time. He tried to pull open the door, to no avail.
{Of course, who keeps their door unlocked after hours? Where is that baka key?}
He fumbled around in his pockets, searching for the small key. Finaly finding the right one he opened the door. He didn't bother being quiet. He knew that he wouldn't wake his Grampa, he was a heavy sleeper.
It was dark in the shop, but Yuugi knew where everything was, after all, he had lived here all of his life. He went up the stairs, looking down the hall before he continued. He passed his Grandpa's room, knowing that he was sound asleep by the faint sounds of snoring.
Good
He passed Yami's room on his way to his. Yami now occupied the old guest room next to Yuugi's room.
There was complete silence inside, even though he knew Yami was there.
He closed the door to his room, and turned on the light. Crouching down, he looked underneath the bed for his bag. Finding it, he placed a few items in it before turning to the desk. He went over and opened the top drawer. There was a pad of note paper and a pen. Picking them up, he sat down and scratched out a note.
He set the note down on the desk and pulled out his dueling deck. He held it in his fist before laying it on top of the note.
He wouldn't need it. He gave up the game.
It was Yami's "thing", not his. Yami was the "King Of Games", not him. He turned around and walked towards the bed. He stopped, standing in the middle of his room, and listened to the thunder. He went back to the desk, and picked up the deck. he pulled out one card, and put it in his pocket. He just couldn't leave without it.
He took a deep breath, and then opened the link to Yami.
/Yami?/
What?it almost sounded like he was angry at Yuugi.
/Did I interrupt something?/
Yes.
/Sorry. Nevermind./
Fine then...
His walls went up. Something inside hurt. It felt like a vice around his chest, hot and cold. He felt the tears stinging his eyes, and he tried to blink them back. One slid down his cheek, leaving a wet trail from his eye to his mouth. He tasted the salty tear on his lip. He took a deep breath, and stopped the others.
He opened his window on the second floor, and threw his bag to the earth.
The rain pounded his back as he positioned himself in the window.
With one last goodbye, he jumped out the window, feeling the wind tear at his hair and clothes. He landed by his bag with a loud thump. He grabbed the bag and started the long walk to the Kaiba mansion.
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The jets roared to life, as the plane started to takeoff. He looked down at Domino, and without a single tear, he said his farewells.
No one wanted him there, why should he want to say goodbye to them? He pulled out a tattered spiral bound notebook, and a pencil. This notebook was his very life. Everything he had ever thought, ever felt was in here. He flipped through the pages, starting at the very first page.
{It starts out so simple, so happy. What happened? Where did it go wrong? Look, This one's from six years ago,
Today Jisan and I went to see the tournement downtown! It was great! All the people, the sounds, everything. This must be one of the greatest days of my life!
{So naive. This one is from when I met Jou and the others,
I just met some new people, they seem nice. Maybe they'll be my friends. That would be a change. Well, at least I escaped my usual pounding, I ran faster today. But I didn't get away unscathed. I think I have a few bruised ribs, but no one will notice. Luckily Jisan was out when I got home, and didn't see the bloody lip and torn jacket. Being short is horrible! Noone wants to talk to the midget, the freak. Why do I live with this...
{Well maybe that's a clue.}
"This is your capitan speaking, we should be landing in LAX in a few minutes. It looks like a beautiful day outside with clear skies and..."
Yuugi ignored the rest. The flight was over with a whole lot sooner than he had expected.
{I guess that I was so wrapped up in my head that I didn't notice the time.}
The plane screeched to a halt. He put up his notebook and pencil, waitng for the seatbelt sign to turn off. He had been writing in his notebook. Writing lyrics. Maybe he could sell them or something.
{Maybe I could even try to play them...But who would listen to a short freak? No one. I can't even play the guitar. What the-?}
He had been so preoccupied that he hadn't seen the man in front of him. He was tall, and had a very mean look on his face.
"Sorry sir." He muttered, trying to get past him.
Unfourtunately the man looked down at him angrily, practicly snarling. He grabbed Yuugi By the collar, throwing him to the ground.
"Stupid little bastard! What did you do that for?" he shouted. Yuugi lay on the floor, his ribs hurting from the fall, and his lip bloody from biting it. He winced as he sat up.
"I said I was sorry, I didn't mean to." He stood up, shaking with anger. His bag had opened, and his notebook had fallen out.
He reached down to get it when he was stopped by a very large hand. The man looked at Yuugi, with his bloody lip and angry stare. He calmed down a little, and reached for the book.
"No! Give that back!" Yuugi shouted. The man didn't listen to him. He opened it up and flipped through the pages. His expression changed as he glanced over the pages.
"What is your name young man?"
"None of your buisness. Now give it!" He held out his hand, but was again denied his book. The man looked at him again, this time with a slight air of annoyance around him.
"No really. What is your name? I am Smith Jones, presedent of Release records. I like your songs. Can you perform these as well?" Yuugi looked at him, totaly speechless.
"Not really," he said in a frank tone. "I haven't learned the guitar yet, and well...I don't know if I can sing."
"Hmmmm. Come with me." He started to walk off with the book.
{What? What just happened? Should I trust him. No. Trust only leads to pain. But that bakayura still has my notebook. Damn.}
He ran to catch up with the taller man.
"Sir- Sir, I have another flight to get to, so if you would hand over my book, I'd like to get going." He glared at the man.
"Do you have any idea what I'm offering you? I am offering you a chance to make it big. Now come on." He turned and signaled the man at the door.
Yuugi stared at him.
{Why the hell not. If I'm gonna die or get rich, just as well be now.}
He followed Mr. Jones out to the curb. A limo pulled up in front of them, one bigger than Kaiba's. (A.N: Aint that sayin something... Aint it?) The chauffeur came around and opened the door for them.
%&%&%Four Years Later%&%&%
Yuugi could feel Yami trying to get through his barriers, but he only threw more at him.
{Why won't you go away!!? Leave me alone, like you used to. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want anything to do with you!! It's been four years, don't you get it? I don't want to see you again. Leave me alone...}
He knew that was a lie, deep in his heart; but he didn't want to admit it. He was lonely. Even though he had everything anyone could ever want, he was alone.
Money can buy everything, except friends. Of course you can get people to talk to, fans, whores, anyone. But that doesn't mean that they're your friend.
Yuugi sat in the limo, stretched out on the seat, staring at the ceiling. Being all of twenty, he had finaly grown, he was now almost as tall as Yami had been.
He was the lead singer and guitar of the band "Pharaoh's Light" The other three members of the band were Seina on the base, Keiko backup guitar and vocals, and Jake, the drummer. Seina and Keiko were from Japan, Jake was from L.A. Together they formed the number one band in the world.
Their first album "Darkness Descends" had stayed number one in the charts for five weeks straight. And because of Yuugi's close "relationship" with the presedent of the Release Records, they were guaranteed to stay there for a long while.
They were on their way to do a show in Japan, and everyone knew how much Yuugi didn't want to go.
He could be moody, but when anyone even mentioned Japan he went off. He would yell and throw whatever was closest to him. His temper was famous for the amount of hospital visits he had caused. (Frying Pans were his favourite....)
This never lasted long though, he would cool off after a few minutes.
Today, though, he was in the limo alone.
This wasn't the usual limo that the group used, it was one that Jones had given Yuugi.
He sighed. Thinking about his old life, about his new life, it was always hard on him. It hurt, trying to keep it all inside. But he managed. Usually he would take his anger out on his punching bags. He had started to learn Martial Arts when he couldn't hold it in anymore.
He used to take it out on himself, cutting his arms and hands until they bled uncontrolably. More than once he found himself unable to play or sing due to blood loss and the stinging stiffness in his hands.
But once the others found him lying on the bed, half dead, they watched him all of the time. The only place that he could be alone was in the training room.
His trainer was amazed at his progress in such a short amount of time. In less than a year he had gone from the clumsy little child he used to be to a third degree black belt. That was the only thing that kept him going, kept him somewhat sane.
{Well, since I can't get out of doing this tour, I guess that I should make the best of it. We can use that new song, I think its ready to be played.}
He thought about his other songs, and how they had gotten him here.
He went from expecting to die in the god-foresaken city, to being the most adored person in the world. That was his new theme. He had gotten tired of writing about his pain.
He put in their CD, and turned it to his 'favorite song'. He didn't really like it all that much, but it was the best one, so he thought.
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((I never knew my father
I never knew his pain
Or that an empty home life
Would break him down again
So when I feel like running
I have to look inside
I want to find the answers
I want to break my line
Fear falls down like rain
And it makes me whole again
Fear falls like rain
Take me as I am
I'm not broken
Pieces of my life are not tokens
I just want to let you know I'm still learning
How to love again and stop hurting
I want to roll my darkness into a million suns
I need to find forgivness when all the pain is done
I wanna hear I'm sorry, I wanna let you go
I have to find my own life, I wanna learn to grow
Fear falls down like rain
And makes me whole again
Fear falls like rain
Take me as I am
I'm not broken
Pieces of my life are not tokens
I just want to let you know I'm still learning
How to love again and stop hurting
And it makes me whole again
Take me as I am
I'm not broken
The pieces of my life are not tokens
I just want to let you know I'm still learning
How to love again and stop hurting
And stop hurting))
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The song drifted off, and the next one started, but Yuugi just turned it off. That was enough pain for one day. Then he did the one thing that he hadn't done since the day he had left home. Cry.
He let the silent tears slide down his face. Hot and salty, he tasted one and remembered that day. The radio was on quietly, and he heard the one song he didn't need to hear.
He was going back to that hell hole, when he had promised himself that he would never set foot there again.
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((Graffiti decorations
Under a sky of dust
A constant wave of tension
On top of broken trust
The lessons that you taught me
I learn were never true
Now I find myself in question
(They point the finger at me again)
Guilty by association
(You point the finger at me again)
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
Paper bags and angry voices
Under a sky of dust
Another wave of tension
Has more than filled me up
All my talk of taking action
These words were never true
Now I find myself in question
(They point the finger at me again)
Guilty by association
(You point the finger at me again)
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
I'm gonna run away and never say goodbye
(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)
I'm gonna run away and never wonder why
(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)
I'm gonna run away and open my mind
(gonna run away/mind gonna run away gonna run away/mind mind gonna run away mind gonna run away/mind gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away/mind)
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
I wanna run away
and open up my mind
I wanna run away
and open up my mind
I wanna run away
and open up my mind
I wanna run away
and open up my mind))
About Yuugi. How he's 16 in the first bit of the story. And how anything in Italics is a flashback or song.
He stared at the door, soaked, with a bag in his hand.
The rain was cold and harsh, kind of like the people he had thought he had known.
Only hours ago he had talked to them, his life just fine. He never would have thought that it would have come to this.
His little hand reached out hesitantly, but then more confidently, and he rapped on the door.
There were sounds of shuffling and cursing inside, and then the door cracked open.
"What do you want?" A pair of ice cold cobalt eyes shot daggers at the small form on the doorstep.
"Sorry Kaiba, but I was hoping that I could ask you a favor..." Yuugi hung his head, feeling that the tall CEO would likely refuse.
"What kind of favor...?" He said hesitantly.
"I need a ticket. A plane ticket." His head slowly rose, and shimmering amethyst eyes searched for a response.
Kaiba opened the door, motioning for him to step inside. Yuugi did, and the door shut quietly behind him.
"Now where would you be going all alone." He looked around outside. "Where's the 'cheering squad'?" Kaiba smiled wickedly, hoping to see an angry Yuugi staring at him. He liked to see other peoples rage and emotions, for lack of showing his own. But instead he was met with an even gaze.
"They don't know I'm here. And that's the way I intend to keep it." He whispered.
{The last thing I want is Kaiba to know what happened.}
Yuugi thought about what had happened only hours before.
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"Yami? can you help me with this?" asked Yuugi with a small whimper. He was trying to put a box of cards on the shelves, and he couldn't quite reach.
Yami apparantly didn't hear him.
{Or didn't care}
"....Okay then....Jou?...Ne?...Oww!" Yuugi dropped the box of cards on his head, falling off the stool that he was on. Tears stung the back of his eyes as he sat up, rubbing his head.
"Ya' ok?", Jou said, not looking up. He didn't seem to care.
"Ne. I'll be fine. Thanks..." He looked to see if anyone else had noticed anything. No one had even looked up. Not even Sugoroku. "Thats nice..." He was already looking back down at his homework. Anzu and Honda were outside, talking. Yami was reading, not paying the slightest attention.
/Yami, I'm going out./
Okay.
/Don't you care where I'm going!?/ Yuugi questioned mentally.
Of course.
/Then why didn't you ask?!/
I didn't think that you needed a babysitter.
/Fine! You're right. Why should you care?/ Tears of rage were streaming down his face, and Yami still wasn't paying any attention to him. He ran outside,shoving past Anzu and Honda.
"Hey! That was rude!" Anzu yelled after him.
He ran down the street, ignoring her shout. Crystaline tears rolled freely down his face, falling to the pavement as his legs pumped up and down. As he came up to the park, he slowed. He found a tree with a branch low enough for him to reach and climbed as high as he could go.
Stopping, he sat on a branch and hung his head in his arms. He sobbed into his coat, crying untill he was almost asleep.
Thunder jolted him awake. He fell from the tree, landing on his back.
He gasped for breath, white fire lacing through his entire body.
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Kaiba stared at Yuugi. He couldn't belive that he would go anywhere alone. Purple orbs met blue ones, stare for stare. Kaiba thought that he had seen something in those eyes. It was only a flash, gone instantly. Hidden in the now lifelessly dull amethyst heartaches. Those eyes could melt your soul, but today...
{What was that? Hurt? Anger? Or is it just my imagination? Sigh Why should I give it to him? Why not? Gets him out of my hair, for a while at least. Pesky midget.}
"Fine. Whatever. Where to?"
The younger teen stared almost in disbelief. He wasn't sure that Kaiba would actually give him the ticket.
"L.A." He would go through with it whether he wanted to or not. He had gotten this far, he couldn't stop now. They didn't need him anyways.
Kaiba stared, thinking it over. Then he started to walk away.
"Kaiba- you said-" Yuugi looked suprised, thinking that he had turned him down. But the CEO inturupted his statement.
"Follow me. I need you to fill out the papers."
"Oh."
He followed him, wet sneakers squeaking on the linoulium. The walk giving his mind the time to wander back to the events of the past few hours.
{No! Stop! You will NOT think about that! You are leaving. Leaving for good. They dont want you. Maybe you'll find someone who will...}
But he couldn't help it, his mind drifted back, re-reading the letter he had left in his mind.
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It started to rain lightly as he limped home. He got to the store, unaware of the fact that it was well past closing time. He tried to pull open the door, to no avail.
{Of course, who keeps their door unlocked after hours? Where is that baka key?}
He fumbled around in his pockets, searching for the small key. Finaly finding the right one he opened the door. He didn't bother being quiet. He knew that he wouldn't wake his Grampa, he was a heavy sleeper.
It was dark in the shop, but Yuugi knew where everything was, after all, he had lived here all of his life. He went up the stairs, looking down the hall before he continued. He passed his Grandpa's room, knowing that he was sound asleep by the faint sounds of snoring.
Good
He passed Yami's room on his way to his. Yami now occupied the old guest room next to Yuugi's room.
There was complete silence inside, even though he knew Yami was there.
He closed the door to his room, and turned on the light. Crouching down, he looked underneath the bed for his bag. Finding it, he placed a few items in it before turning to the desk. He went over and opened the top drawer. There was a pad of note paper and a pen. Picking them up, he sat down and scratched out a note.
He set the note down on the desk and pulled out his dueling deck. He held it in his fist before laying it on top of the note.
He wouldn't need it. He gave up the game.
It was Yami's "thing", not his. Yami was the "King Of Games", not him. He turned around and walked towards the bed. He stopped, standing in the middle of his room, and listened to the thunder. He went back to the desk, and picked up the deck. he pulled out one card, and put it in his pocket. He just couldn't leave without it.
He took a deep breath, and then opened the link to Yami.
/Yami?/
What?it almost sounded like he was angry at Yuugi.
/Did I interrupt something?/
Yes.
/Sorry. Nevermind./
Fine then...
His walls went up. Something inside hurt. It felt like a vice around his chest, hot and cold. He felt the tears stinging his eyes, and he tried to blink them back. One slid down his cheek, leaving a wet trail from his eye to his mouth. He tasted the salty tear on his lip. He took a deep breath, and stopped the others.
He opened his window on the second floor, and threw his bag to the earth.
The rain pounded his back as he positioned himself in the window.
With one last goodbye, he jumped out the window, feeling the wind tear at his hair and clothes. He landed by his bag with a loud thump. He grabbed the bag and started the long walk to the Kaiba mansion.
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The jets roared to life, as the plane started to takeoff. He looked down at Domino, and without a single tear, he said his farewells.
No one wanted him there, why should he want to say goodbye to them? He pulled out a tattered spiral bound notebook, and a pencil. This notebook was his very life. Everything he had ever thought, ever felt was in here. He flipped through the pages, starting at the very first page.
{It starts out so simple, so happy. What happened? Where did it go wrong? Look, This one's from six years ago,
Today Jisan and I went to see the tournement downtown! It was great! All the people, the sounds, everything. This must be one of the greatest days of my life!
{So naive. This one is from when I met Jou and the others,
I just met some new people, they seem nice. Maybe they'll be my friends. That would be a change. Well, at least I escaped my usual pounding, I ran faster today. But I didn't get away unscathed. I think I have a few bruised ribs, but no one will notice. Luckily Jisan was out when I got home, and didn't see the bloody lip and torn jacket. Being short is horrible! Noone wants to talk to the midget, the freak. Why do I live with this...
{Well maybe that's a clue.}
"This is your capitan speaking, we should be landing in LAX in a few minutes. It looks like a beautiful day outside with clear skies and..."
Yuugi ignored the rest. The flight was over with a whole lot sooner than he had expected.
{I guess that I was so wrapped up in my head that I didn't notice the time.}
The plane screeched to a halt. He put up his notebook and pencil, waitng for the seatbelt sign to turn off. He had been writing in his notebook. Writing lyrics. Maybe he could sell them or something.
{Maybe I could even try to play them...But who would listen to a short freak? No one. I can't even play the guitar. What the-?}
He had been so preoccupied that he hadn't seen the man in front of him. He was tall, and had a very mean look on his face.
"Sorry sir." He muttered, trying to get past him.
Unfourtunately the man looked down at him angrily, practicly snarling. He grabbed Yuugi By the collar, throwing him to the ground.
"Stupid little bastard! What did you do that for?" he shouted. Yuugi lay on the floor, his ribs hurting from the fall, and his lip bloody from biting it. He winced as he sat up.
"I said I was sorry, I didn't mean to." He stood up, shaking with anger. His bag had opened, and his notebook had fallen out.
He reached down to get it when he was stopped by a very large hand. The man looked at Yuugi, with his bloody lip and angry stare. He calmed down a little, and reached for the book.
"No! Give that back!" Yuugi shouted. The man didn't listen to him. He opened it up and flipped through the pages. His expression changed as he glanced over the pages.
"What is your name young man?"
"None of your buisness. Now give it!" He held out his hand, but was again denied his book. The man looked at him again, this time with a slight air of annoyance around him.
"No really. What is your name? I am Smith Jones, presedent of Release records. I like your songs. Can you perform these as well?" Yuugi looked at him, totaly speechless.
"Not really," he said in a frank tone. "I haven't learned the guitar yet, and well...I don't know if I can sing."
"Hmmmm. Come with me." He started to walk off with the book.
{What? What just happened? Should I trust him. No. Trust only leads to pain. But that bakayura still has my notebook. Damn.}
He ran to catch up with the taller man.
"Sir- Sir, I have another flight to get to, so if you would hand over my book, I'd like to get going." He glared at the man.
"Do you have any idea what I'm offering you? I am offering you a chance to make it big. Now come on." He turned and signaled the man at the door.
Yuugi stared at him.
{Why the hell not. If I'm gonna die or get rich, just as well be now.}
He followed Mr. Jones out to the curb. A limo pulled up in front of them, one bigger than Kaiba's. (A.N: Aint that sayin something... Aint it?) The chauffeur came around and opened the door for them.
%&%&%Four Years Later%&%&%
Yuugi could feel Yami trying to get through his barriers, but he only threw more at him.
{Why won't you go away!!? Leave me alone, like you used to. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want anything to do with you!! It's been four years, don't you get it? I don't want to see you again. Leave me alone...}
He knew that was a lie, deep in his heart; but he didn't want to admit it. He was lonely. Even though he had everything anyone could ever want, he was alone.
Money can buy everything, except friends. Of course you can get people to talk to, fans, whores, anyone. But that doesn't mean that they're your friend.
Yuugi sat in the limo, stretched out on the seat, staring at the ceiling. Being all of twenty, he had finaly grown, he was now almost as tall as Yami had been.
He was the lead singer and guitar of the band "Pharaoh's Light" The other three members of the band were Seina on the base, Keiko backup guitar and vocals, and Jake, the drummer. Seina and Keiko were from Japan, Jake was from L.A. Together they formed the number one band in the world.
Their first album "Darkness Descends" had stayed number one in the charts for five weeks straight. And because of Yuugi's close "relationship" with the presedent of the Release Records, they were guaranteed to stay there for a long while.
They were on their way to do a show in Japan, and everyone knew how much Yuugi didn't want to go.
He could be moody, but when anyone even mentioned Japan he went off. He would yell and throw whatever was closest to him. His temper was famous for the amount of hospital visits he had caused. (Frying Pans were his favourite....)
This never lasted long though, he would cool off after a few minutes.
Today, though, he was in the limo alone.
This wasn't the usual limo that the group used, it was one that Jones had given Yuugi.
He sighed. Thinking about his old life, about his new life, it was always hard on him. It hurt, trying to keep it all inside. But he managed. Usually he would take his anger out on his punching bags. He had started to learn Martial Arts when he couldn't hold it in anymore.
He used to take it out on himself, cutting his arms and hands until they bled uncontrolably. More than once he found himself unable to play or sing due to blood loss and the stinging stiffness in his hands.
But once the others found him lying on the bed, half dead, they watched him all of the time. The only place that he could be alone was in the training room.
His trainer was amazed at his progress in such a short amount of time. In less than a year he had gone from the clumsy little child he used to be to a third degree black belt. That was the only thing that kept him going, kept him somewhat sane.
{Well, since I can't get out of doing this tour, I guess that I should make the best of it. We can use that new song, I think its ready to be played.}
He thought about his other songs, and how they had gotten him here.
He went from expecting to die in the god-foresaken city, to being the most adored person in the world. That was his new theme. He had gotten tired of writing about his pain.
He put in their CD, and turned it to his 'favorite song'. He didn't really like it all that much, but it was the best one, so he thought.
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((I never knew my father
I never knew his pain
Or that an empty home life
Would break him down again
So when I feel like running
I have to look inside
I want to find the answers
I want to break my line
Fear falls down like rain
And it makes me whole again
Fear falls like rain
Take me as I am
I'm not broken
Pieces of my life are not tokens
I just want to let you know I'm still learning
How to love again and stop hurting
I want to roll my darkness into a million suns
I need to find forgivness when all the pain is done
I wanna hear I'm sorry, I wanna let you go
I have to find my own life, I wanna learn to grow
Fear falls down like rain
And makes me whole again
Fear falls like rain
Take me as I am
I'm not broken
Pieces of my life are not tokens
I just want to let you know I'm still learning
How to love again and stop hurting
And it makes me whole again
Take me as I am
I'm not broken
The pieces of my life are not tokens
I just want to let you know I'm still learning
How to love again and stop hurting
And stop hurting))
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The song drifted off, and the next one started, but Yuugi just turned it off. That was enough pain for one day. Then he did the one thing that he hadn't done since the day he had left home. Cry.
He let the silent tears slide down his face. Hot and salty, he tasted one and remembered that day. The radio was on quietly, and he heard the one song he didn't need to hear.
He was going back to that hell hole, when he had promised himself that he would never set foot there again.
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((Graffiti decorations
Under a sky of dust
A constant wave of tension
On top of broken trust
The lessons that you taught me
I learn were never true
Now I find myself in question
(They point the finger at me again)
Guilty by association
(You point the finger at me again)
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
Paper bags and angry voices
Under a sky of dust
Another wave of tension
Has more than filled me up
All my talk of taking action
These words were never true
Now I find myself in question
(They point the finger at me again)
Guilty by association
(You point the finger at me again)
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
I'm gonna run away and never say goodbye
(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)
I'm gonna run away and never wonder why
(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)
I'm gonna run away and open my mind
(gonna run away/mind gonna run away gonna run away/mind mind gonna run away mind gonna run away/mind gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away/mind)
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
I wanna run away
and open up my mind
I wanna run away
and open up my mind
I wanna run away
and open up my mind
I wanna run away
and open up my mind))