Untitled Yu-Gi-Oh! Fanfic: Page 1

Introduction

Yugi hovered over the body, crippled, pale and once and for all, dead.
"Yug, he's dead. Back off." Joey pushed him away. An uneasy feeling filled him. His friend, small, mere Yugi, a killer?
He lay dead, puddles of blood surrounding his corpse. Although closed, his eyes still seemed to stare at Yugi, mocking him. He had finally gone over the edge and there lay his victim.
"Yugi, why?" Tea backed away, her hand cupped over her mouth, while she tried to hold back her tears.
Yugi looked up at her, his eyes wide with pain. "Tea, I didn't mean to…" He reached his hand out to her, but Tea pulled away.
"No! Don't touch me! You're not Yugi!"
"Calm down, Tea." Tristan comforted her as he looked coldly at Yugi. Slowly he backed away, leading Tea with him.
"Joey, you believe me, don't you?" Yugi looked to find comfort in his best friend.
"Yug, to tell ya the truth, I don't know anymore." Joey, also, slowly backed away.
So, Yugi was alone. Standing beside the bloody body of his fallen foe, Bakura.

"Yugi, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."
"Yami, you promised that we'd do things my way, but, you lied." Yugi hid his face under a veil of fresh tears. "I thought I could trust you."
"You can trust me, Yugi. I was only protecting you. When he lunged at you, I had no choice but to protect you and the puzzle."
"Is that all you care about, the puzzle? You never cared about me! And now, I lost it all… my friends… everything… because of you." Yugi ripped the puzzle from his neck, held it up as high as he could, and smashed the puzzle on the floor of the dimly lit room. In that instant, Yami was banished, gone forever by the hands of a quiet, yet tormented child.

Chapter 1

The headlines were to be remembered. 'BOY SLAUGHTERS INNOCENT VICTIM', 'TEENAGE BLOOD BATH', and so many more that would brand Yugi for life. Of all the thousands who read the story that day, there were two individuals who were extremely fascinated by it.

"I don't believe it. Yugi finally snapped." As he sipped his coffee, Seto flipped back and forth through the newspaper, rereading the story over and over, still in disbelief. He had remember Yugi as a kind hearted, simple boy who always followed his heart. He had never seen this dark side of Yugi. Could Yugi really be what the newspapers said he was?
A knock at the door awoke Seto from deep thought. "Enter." Seto said in his stern voice.
Mokuba Kaiba walked in and looked up at his big brother. "Turn on channel 17. There's news on Yugi."
Within seconds, Seto had the TV on channel 17.
"In local news, 14 year old Yugi Muto will be facing a jury, in 2 weeks, on charges of manslaugther. Many mourn for the murdered Bakura Ryo, age 16. His funeral will be held Saturday. Now, we take you to sports…" Seto turned off the TV and leaned back in his chair.
"Well, it had happen sometime, but it happened at the wrong place and the wrong time." Seto returned to the Kaiba Corp paperwork, unaffected by the tragedy.

In a secluded area of the city of Domino, where not even the rats would wander, a small, beaten down shack sat alone, with only the crows as its' company. Through the small, wooden door and passed the poor excuse for a dinner table, sat a man crippled by his own hatred and loneliness. There, in the darkness, sat Maxamillion Pegasus.
"Hmmm." Pegasus searched for the words to describe how shocked he was. "I knew Yugi boy had that evil within him. He just didn't know how to release it." He looked sickly with his lone, lusterless, right eye, the left replaced with an abyss of torment. He had lost the will to duel and the will to live. After losing that final duel against Yugi, then, getting his property stolen by a child, he had nothing left. After he had been rushed out, bitter duelists burned down his castle, including all the last memories of Cecelia. Every last painting, every last journal, every last glimmer of light in Pegasus's life, was left in the ash that was his castle.
"I must talk to Yugi. If he had enough evil inside to kill a man, then he will help me regain what was mine. And, the world will pay…" His voice trailed off into the distant forever, and an evil plot began to unfold.

Chapter 2

"Grandpa, may I go to the store and buy some milk, please." 6 months had passed. Yugi was acquitted of all charges, because of his age, but, he still faced probation. 4 solid years of mindless chatter. Yami hadn't returned. Tea had never called. Tristan never looked at Yugi the same way. And, what hurt Yugi most, was that Joey never laughed with Yugi like he used to. Yugi now kept mostly to himself, only speaking to his grandfather, who seemed to be the only person who understood how he felt.
"Sure, Yugi. If anyone says anything to you…"
Yugi interrupted. "I know, just walk away from them."
Grandpa smiled. "That's my boy. Hurry back."
Yugi walked out of the Game Shop, which was now almost always a deserted wasteland, because of those stories about Yugi. He walked down the streets of Domino, and he felt eyes tracing over him. He was being watched closely, and he knew it. He paid them no mind, and walked into a small corner store, and again, he received that same look. He walked to the back of the store, where the freezers were, and he picked up a half gallon of milk.
As he made his way back up to the front, he saw a Duel Monsters display. This caught his eye, so he slowly made his way to it. The display had Duel Monsters notebooks, pens, and what interested most, Duel Monsters cards. Someone had taken over Industrial Illusions and put the cards back on the market.
Yugi picked up a pack of the cards, slowly tracing his finger over the package. To buy or not to buy, was the question racing through his mind. After 5 minutes of debating, he brought the package of cards, along with the milk, to the front and bought it, and as usual, got another weird look as he left.
When he got outside, he slowly opened the package. The art on the cards was new and the cards themselves were crisp and fresh. The first card was the Head of Exodia. Yugi's eyes glimmered as he flipped through the first 5 cards. All 5 pieces of Exodia had made its' way into the one package Yugi had picked. Was this pure luck or a sign from something higher?
The last two cards confused him more than the 5 Exodia pieces did. Change of Heart and The Magician of Faith. Bakura and Tea. Memories, both good and bad, were in the pictures on the cards. He shoved the cards in his pocket and walked off, tears forming in his eyes. The sun set behind him, as did the memories of his lost, yet not forgotten, friends.