Where Do Hopes Go
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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Where Do Hopes Go
I got bored and decided to starting this in school one day. I’m still working out some things but I pretty much got what’s going to happen. Have fun! Oh and I DON’T OWN YUGIOH!!!! I hope I don’t get yelled at either about YouXanyone because on FF.net I hadn’t realized we weren’t allowed to but the reviewer was an absolute asshole about it! Anyways I’m hope you like it and PLEASE review even it has criticism I don’t mind just go easy on me.
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It was after midnight when you and your best friend, Kolisha Dombroski, took the keys to her father’s Ford Bronco and picked up Leanna Louhaksho up in front of her run down apartment. For three hours we cruised around our, small town in Kagoshima. At first you had no idea what they were doing as they passed around Kolisha’s cell phone between her and Kolisha as they relayed their final wishes to their friends: sharing memories, our parents we love them and don’t tell anyone what we’re about to do. You ponder a moment at what they are going to do when it hits you. Then, at 3:23 am, they aimed the car at a 100-year-old giant spruce in front of the congregational church and deliberately drove into it. In the crash, so violent that it melted metal and glass into the road, Kolisha and Leanna had succeed in doing what many staggering teenagers attempt around the world. They killed themselves leaving you in a shocking state in the hospital that night with a severe concussion. That crash took place one year ago on May 22nd.
It was now three months later you had moved into your new house in Domino City. School was out long ago and would soon be starting in about a month. The sun was high in the sky shining its rays of the hottest month of the year. You sat on the sidewalk clenched with a determined fist as you begin to cut into your right arm. Your biceps bear the thin traces of two letters, K and L, half an inch tall. But they’re fading and you don’t want that to happen again. At the very least, these initials should be bigger, deeper; your thinking two inches long. You flinch in pain as the knife penetrates your wrist and blood begins to slip down the side of your elbow, when a figure stood next to you shrouding your light.
“Whada ya doin’ down here?” they asked their shadow falling upon your face.
You jump in fright and the blade slips in too deep causing you to cry out in pain.
“Are you all right?” asked a deep voice from behind you. But your vision began to cloud and there was a ringing sensation to your ear as you fell into a black darkness.
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“Doc is she going to be all right?” you faintly heard someone ask.
“She’ll be fine it appears she’s been doing this some time. You might want to look into that.” He responded
“Oh that poor girl,” you heard a sweet girls voice say.
“You may come in and visit. She should be awake by now,” the doctor said with a raised eyebrow.
You felt so peaceful laying there you just wanted to stay here forever. You hear whispering and slowly open you eyes, which is a bit blurry at first. You look around and see six faces staring at you with a look of concern. Your mouth felt dry as cotton as you parted you lips to speak.
“Where am I?” you whisper a little dryly. Your eyes fell upon violet eyes and spiky tri-colored hair of red, black and blond. He smiles slyly at you and says in a deep mustering voice, “Your in the hospital.” He then frowned. “We found you on the sidewalk unconscious with you arm bleeding.” He pulled your knife from his pocket. “This was clenched in your fist.” He tilts his head to the side.
You chuckle slightly. “You don’t wanna know.” He sighs thinking he’ll ask you about it later. “I’m Yami by the way,” he paused offering his hand to yours.
“I’m ___(your name)____.”
“These are the rest of my friends who helped you to the hospital, Serenity,” he pointed to a girl standing off to the side a bit with long reddish hair and amber eyes. She mutters a little hello as Yami continues down the line. “Joey,” a tall blond with his bangs hanging in his eyes and also amber eyes. “Hey!” “Tea,” a girl with shoulder length brown hair. She smiles but doesn’t say anything. “And Tristen.” Another tall guy, God what is with all these tall people, you think, with brown hair in the shape of a bull hair cut.
“Please to meet you all.” Then you sigh deeply and touch your arm, which is wrapped in white bandages, a bit a red stains soaking through.
“Can I ask you something?” Yami asks tilting his head to the side yet again.
“Hmm?”
He hesitates a bit. “Were you trying to kill yourself?”
You look down suddenly interested in your hand embarrassed with how he was looking at you. It was a calm yet stern face but he had a smile playing across his lips as if he knew the answer before he had even asked it. “___(Your name)____?” He startles you as he lifts up your chin penetrating your eyes with his. You look away, anywhere but in his eyes trying to avoid them and blush slightly. You sigh again this time a little heavier then before. “I really don’t want to talk about it right now.” You mumble. He lets go of your chin and smirks. “If you say so.”
You glare at him and fold your arms across your chest. “When do I get out of here?”
The doctor entered with a clipboard in his hand. “So Miss __(your name)___ how are we feeling?”
“Fine I guess.”
“Hmm…” he felt your forehead, peered down you throat and finally examined your arm. “Well everything seems in good order. You’ll just have to keep this wrapped up for a few more days and it should heal with in the next couple of weeks.”
“So I’m free to go?”
“I don’t see why not.”
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This time you sat in your room though you weren’t cutting your arm, but you did take off your bandage even though the doctor and the rest of the gang said you shouldn’t. They had invited you too come to the ice cream parlor but you turned them down not really feeling well. You thought about the gang and everyone in there. You had of course thanked them for their help, yet you were fascinated with Yami. He acted as if you two had known each other a long time and it bugged you liked a fuzz on a sweater. You sighed again and leaned against the headboard of your bed resting your eyes until you fell into a dreamless sleep.
Well I hope you enjoyed reading it. I'm sorry if does sound a bit Marysueish. And please Review if you want me to continue okay^^
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It was after midnight when you and your best friend, Kolisha Dombroski, took the keys to her father’s Ford Bronco and picked up Leanna Louhaksho up in front of her run down apartment. For three hours we cruised around our, small town in Kagoshima. At first you had no idea what they were doing as they passed around Kolisha’s cell phone between her and Kolisha as they relayed their final wishes to their friends: sharing memories, our parents we love them and don’t tell anyone what we’re about to do. You ponder a moment at what they are going to do when it hits you. Then, at 3:23 am, they aimed the car at a 100-year-old giant spruce in front of the congregational church and deliberately drove into it. In the crash, so violent that it melted metal and glass into the road, Kolisha and Leanna had succeed in doing what many staggering teenagers attempt around the world. They killed themselves leaving you in a shocking state in the hospital that night with a severe concussion. That crash took place one year ago on May 22nd.
It was now three months later you had moved into your new house in Domino City. School was out long ago and would soon be starting in about a month. The sun was high in the sky shining its rays of the hottest month of the year. You sat on the sidewalk clenched with a determined fist as you begin to cut into your right arm. Your biceps bear the thin traces of two letters, K and L, half an inch tall. But they’re fading and you don’t want that to happen again. At the very least, these initials should be bigger, deeper; your thinking two inches long. You flinch in pain as the knife penetrates your wrist and blood begins to slip down the side of your elbow, when a figure stood next to you shrouding your light.
“Whada ya doin’ down here?” they asked their shadow falling upon your face.
You jump in fright and the blade slips in too deep causing you to cry out in pain.
“Are you all right?” asked a deep voice from behind you. But your vision began to cloud and there was a ringing sensation to your ear as you fell into a black darkness.
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“Doc is she going to be all right?” you faintly heard someone ask.
“She’ll be fine it appears she’s been doing this some time. You might want to look into that.” He responded
“Oh that poor girl,” you heard a sweet girls voice say.
“You may come in and visit. She should be awake by now,” the doctor said with a raised eyebrow.
You felt so peaceful laying there you just wanted to stay here forever. You hear whispering and slowly open you eyes, which is a bit blurry at first. You look around and see six faces staring at you with a look of concern. Your mouth felt dry as cotton as you parted you lips to speak.
“Where am I?” you whisper a little dryly. Your eyes fell upon violet eyes and spiky tri-colored hair of red, black and blond. He smiles slyly at you and says in a deep mustering voice, “Your in the hospital.” He then frowned. “We found you on the sidewalk unconscious with you arm bleeding.” He pulled your knife from his pocket. “This was clenched in your fist.” He tilts his head to the side.
You chuckle slightly. “You don’t wanna know.” He sighs thinking he’ll ask you about it later. “I’m Yami by the way,” he paused offering his hand to yours.
“I’m ___(your name)____.”
“These are the rest of my friends who helped you to the hospital, Serenity,” he pointed to a girl standing off to the side a bit with long reddish hair and amber eyes. She mutters a little hello as Yami continues down the line. “Joey,” a tall blond with his bangs hanging in his eyes and also amber eyes. “Hey!” “Tea,” a girl with shoulder length brown hair. She smiles but doesn’t say anything. “And Tristen.” Another tall guy, God what is with all these tall people, you think, with brown hair in the shape of a bull hair cut.
“Please to meet you all.” Then you sigh deeply and touch your arm, which is wrapped in white bandages, a bit a red stains soaking through.
“Can I ask you something?” Yami asks tilting his head to the side yet again.
“Hmm?”
He hesitates a bit. “Were you trying to kill yourself?”
You look down suddenly interested in your hand embarrassed with how he was looking at you. It was a calm yet stern face but he had a smile playing across his lips as if he knew the answer before he had even asked it. “___(Your name)____?” He startles you as he lifts up your chin penetrating your eyes with his. You look away, anywhere but in his eyes trying to avoid them and blush slightly. You sigh again this time a little heavier then before. “I really don’t want to talk about it right now.” You mumble. He lets go of your chin and smirks. “If you say so.”
You glare at him and fold your arms across your chest. “When do I get out of here?”
The doctor entered with a clipboard in his hand. “So Miss __(your name)___ how are we feeling?”
“Fine I guess.”
“Hmm…” he felt your forehead, peered down you throat and finally examined your arm. “Well everything seems in good order. You’ll just have to keep this wrapped up for a few more days and it should heal with in the next couple of weeks.”
“So I’m free to go?”
“I don’t see why not.”
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This time you sat in your room though you weren’t cutting your arm, but you did take off your bandage even though the doctor and the rest of the gang said you shouldn’t. They had invited you too come to the ice cream parlor but you turned them down not really feeling well. You thought about the gang and everyone in there. You had of course thanked them for their help, yet you were fascinated with Yami. He acted as if you two had known each other a long time and it bugged you liked a fuzz on a sweater. You sighed again and leaned against the headboard of your bed resting your eyes until you fell into a dreamless sleep.
Well I hope you enjoyed reading it. I'm sorry if does sound a bit Marysueish. And please Review if you want me to continue okay^^