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Bound By Our Simple Mistakes
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,756
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue
Aisha: Hello everybody! This is my first Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfic,
so please be gentle. I don’t tend to get a lot of reviews so I’m hoping that
this may be the story to break my lame-o record of 4 reviews for a single
chapter. Not that I’m complaining (Ok so I am ^_^;) I like all the reviews I
get!
Anyway before you start reading I’d just like to clear up
a few things. The first being that in this story, due to odd circumstances, I
have given the lives of Yugi and Ryou to Yami and Bakura. You’ll understand
what I mean a little later on. Next I’d like to say that if at any time a part
of this story may resemble one that you have read or written, this was purely
by coincidence. This story was actually inspired by several others that I have
read, and the Change of Heart Card. And finally I’d like to warn you all that
this will be a Ryou/Bakura fic, with bits and pieces of Yami/Yugi, and maybe
even a little Seto/Jou.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!. But I do have the
first two issues of the manga! It’s cool! Also part of this story takes a few
ideas from YuYu Hakusho. I do not own that either.
Bound
By Our Simple Mistakes
Prologue
Case
#24204
Name: Motou,
Sugoroku
Occupation: Game Shop
Owner
Date of Birth: July 18,
1935
Date of Death: October 4, 2030
“Look mate, are positive that you’re supposed to be
here?”
What a day! It had started out like every other day, for
Sugoroku. He had woken up, made breakfast, saw his grandson Yami off to school,
and had then opened his game shop up for the day. It was around noon when
things had gotten weird. He had stepped outside to sweep the sidewalk when he
noticed a small boy playing in the middle of the street.
Sugoroku looked around for the boys parents, but didn’t
get very far as he suddenly heard the dull roar of a motorcycle. Looking into
the street he saw that the neither the boy nor the motorcyclist were looking
where they were going, the distance between the two shortening by the second.
“Look out!” He shouted, as he dashed into the street and
pushed the boy aside just in time…. To save the boy, Sugoroku, however, took
the motorcycle straight on. He hadn’t really felt anything, just an acute pain
in his chest before he completely blacked out. When he re-awakened he had been
sitting in what looked like a waiting room to a social worker.
Now he was seated in front of a man, with angel wings and
an odd british-australian accent, that was asking him if was sure he was dead.
Apparently he wasn’t supposed to die for another 27 years.
“He wouldn’t be here if he weren’t dead,” a woman who had
just entered the room answered for him. She was tall with long dark hair and
soft hazel eyes, dressed in light yellow robes with a pair of white wings,
identical to those of the man in front of him, protruding from her back.
“Welcome to the Upper Elements Mr. Motou!”
Sugoroku could do nothing but make unintelligible sounds,
he had no clue what she meant.
“Heaven,” she clarified, smiling at him. “My name is
Bassile. You see, Mr. Motou, you’ve thrown our system for a bit of a loop.
Every person who is born is given one of these files,” here she held up his
file, “and in it is their name, occupation, date of birth, and date of death.
You weren’t supposed to die for quite some time yet,” she smiled sheepishly.
“So I’ve been told,” he snorted.
“There is a way for you to return to your body though. All
you must do is find your life essence.”
“My what?”
“It’s simple, every person has a soul, a body, and life
essence. Quite literally it’s what keeps you alive. There is a river that runs
through all of the Upper Elements. This river stores all the life essence of
those who have passe. I . I shall guide you to the Judgment Angels, they will
help you navigate the river. I’ll even let you pick two mortals to help you
with this task.”
“Two?” Sugoroku was thinking hard. “My grandson Yami, of
course, he must be worried to death. But who else?”
“May I make a suggestion?” Bassile cut in.
“Of course.”
“After all Heaven does tend to have a rather odd sense of
humor, so why not enlist the help of the one who killed you in the first
place?” Bassile said while grinning in a very un-angelic manner.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Aisha: Ok that was heinously short, but it was just the
prologue. Tell me what you think so far, and fear not the next chapter actually
has Ryou in it! REVIEW PLEASE!!!
P.S.- I would be much obliged if anyone could give me a
list of commonly used Japanese words and phrases that I could use in this fic.
Thanks for the help! ^_^
so please be gentle. I don’t tend to get a lot of reviews so I’m hoping that
this may be the story to break my lame-o record of 4 reviews for a single
chapter. Not that I’m complaining (Ok so I am ^_^;) I like all the reviews I
get!
Anyway before you start reading I’d just like to clear up
a few things. The first being that in this story, due to odd circumstances, I
have given the lives of Yugi and Ryou to Yami and Bakura. You’ll understand
what I mean a little later on. Next I’d like to say that if at any time a part
of this story may resemble one that you have read or written, this was purely
by coincidence. This story was actually inspired by several others that I have
read, and the Change of Heart Card. And finally I’d like to warn you all that
this will be a Ryou/Bakura fic, with bits and pieces of Yami/Yugi, and maybe
even a little Seto/Jou.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!. But I do have the
first two issues of the manga! It’s cool! Also part of this story takes a few
ideas from YuYu Hakusho. I do not own that either.
Bound
By Our Simple Mistakes
Prologue
Case
#24204
Name: Motou,
Sugoroku
Occupation: Game Shop
Owner
Date of Birth: July 18,
1935
Date of Death: October 4, 2030
“Look mate, are positive that you’re supposed to be
here?”
What a day! It had started out like every other day, for
Sugoroku. He had woken up, made breakfast, saw his grandson Yami off to school,
and had then opened his game shop up for the day. It was around noon when
things had gotten weird. He had stepped outside to sweep the sidewalk when he
noticed a small boy playing in the middle of the street.
Sugoroku looked around for the boys parents, but didn’t
get very far as he suddenly heard the dull roar of a motorcycle. Looking into
the street he saw that the neither the boy nor the motorcyclist were looking
where they were going, the distance between the two shortening by the second.
“Look out!” He shouted, as he dashed into the street and
pushed the boy aside just in time…. To save the boy, Sugoroku, however, took
the motorcycle straight on. He hadn’t really felt anything, just an acute pain
in his chest before he completely blacked out. When he re-awakened he had been
sitting in what looked like a waiting room to a social worker.
Now he was seated in front of a man, with angel wings and
an odd british-australian accent, that was asking him if was sure he was dead.
Apparently he wasn’t supposed to die for another 27 years.
“He wouldn’t be here if he weren’t dead,” a woman who had
just entered the room answered for him. She was tall with long dark hair and
soft hazel eyes, dressed in light yellow robes with a pair of white wings,
identical to those of the man in front of him, protruding from her back.
“Welcome to the Upper Elements Mr. Motou!”
Sugoroku could do nothing but make unintelligible sounds,
he had no clue what she meant.
“Heaven,” she clarified, smiling at him. “My name is
Bassile. You see, Mr. Motou, you’ve thrown our system for a bit of a loop.
Every person who is born is given one of these files,” here she held up his
file, “and in it is their name, occupation, date of birth, and date of death.
You weren’t supposed to die for quite some time yet,” she smiled sheepishly.
“So I’ve been told,” he snorted.
“There is a way for you to return to your body though. All
you must do is find your life essence.”
“My what?”
“It’s simple, every person has a soul, a body, and life
essence. Quite literally it’s what keeps you alive. There is a river that runs
through all of the Upper Elements. This river stores all the life essence of
those who have passe. I . I shall guide you to the Judgment Angels, they will
help you navigate the river. I’ll even let you pick two mortals to help you
with this task.”
“Two?” Sugoroku was thinking hard. “My grandson Yami, of
course, he must be worried to death. But who else?”
“May I make a suggestion?” Bassile cut in.
“Of course.”
“After all Heaven does tend to have a rather odd sense of
humor, so why not enlist the help of the one who killed you in the first
place?” Bassile said while grinning in a very un-angelic manner.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Aisha: Ok that was heinously short, but it was just the
prologue. Tell me what you think so far, and fear not the next chapter actually
has Ryou in it! REVIEW PLEASE!!!
P.S.- I would be much obliged if anyone could give me a
list of commonly used Japanese words and phrases that I could use in this fic.
Thanks for the help! ^_^