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Unwanted	By : DarkSpiritSage Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 1003 -:- Recommendations : 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
- 2-Chapter 2
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Here�s the legend/key to my story, and you can look here for
reference if you forget:

Ages--

Seto: 13 years old

Mokuba: 11 years old

I�ll revise this if I add any other important characters,
and/or notify readers at the beginning of chapters where new characters appear.

In addition, I need alittle help coming up with a last name
for Seto and Mokuba (cuz their last name was different BEFORE they were
adopted, right?). Suggestions in your reviews would be great! I�ll use some
random name for now, but I�m open to suggestions!

Warnings: Cussing, violence.

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Well, anyways, here�s the real Chapter 1! I added some to
the end, and revised some of the Sneak Preview. I wrote in big letters where
the preview ends, so if you already read the preview, you can skip down to that
if you like. As you may notice, I have discovered the beauties of html format.
So, let�s get this parti started! Yeah!

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~*~Unwanted~*~

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Chapter 1:

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As Seto awakened
from the darkness of slumber, a new darkness bled through his eyelids; it was
the darkness of the thick clouds that covered the sky.

It was
another gloomy winter day. The clouds, as black as the night sky, were sound
barriers against the beautiful light of the sun.

At last
Seto got up, sliding off his bed. As he moved, he caught a glimpse of the
numbering on his clock.

Seven o�clock?! he thought,
feeling himself switch into a panicking state. The bus leaves in ten
minutes!

li
lightning he dressed into his school uniform, then bolted downstairs to eat
breakfast. When he reached the bottom he heard his younger brother, Mokuba,
bidding his parents farewell.

�Bye Mom!
Bye Dad!� Mokuba shouted. �See you tonight!�

�Mokuba,
aren�t you going to wait for me?� Seto asked.

�The bus is
here now, Seto! I can�t wait!� he replied.

�Hold the
bus for me, so I can grab a granola bar or something.�

�Okay.�

Seto
snatched a granola bar out of the cupboard, and ran through the front door,
only to see the bus driving away.

Damn it!
he thought angrily. Now Father will have to drive me to school�

Seto glumly
walked up the stairs to locate his father. When he reached his father�s room,
he knocked softly before entering.

�Father? I missed
the bus,� he admitted. �Will you please drive me to school?�

�What?�
Father sputtered. �Again?! This is the third time this year! I can�t believe
you, Seto. Why can�t you be on time like Mokuba? He hasn�t missed the bus,
yet.�

�I�m sorry,
Father,� he responded earnestly. �I overslept. I couldn�t fall asleep last
night, so I guess I slept late by accident. . .�

�Get in the
car, you stupid child!� Father commanded. �Wait for me there. I can�t even
tolerate LOOKING at you.� Father strode off, muttering curses and maledictions
under his breath.

Seto
obliged, getting into the car, with his father following close behind. Father
engaged the car, continuing to grumble imprecations.

�Such a
spoiled child. . .an idiot. . .what did I do to deserve this? Stupid child. .
.why can�t he just get it together and act normal?�

Seto
sighed, and attempted to block out his father�s discouraging words during the
forty-minute drive to his school. He had no such luck; he heard most of it,
anyway.

After what
seemed like an eternity, they arrived at Seto�s school, Kazuki Takahashi Middle
School [1]. Seto was about to exit the car when his father seized his wrist.

�You had
better not miss your bus again. Is that understood?� he growled.

�Yes,� Seto
replied through clenched teeth.

After
glancing at his watch, Seto determined that he had precisely ten minutes to get
to his first class. He had all of the books he needed for the day in his
backpack, since his locker didn�t work. He decided it was best to go straight
to his class; he didn�t have any friends that he could talk to, and he didn�t
want to have any problems with the gangsters in the school.

Seto
rounded the corner of what seemed like an empty hallway, and discovered a small
boy with blond hair and green eyes kneeling on the ground, attempting to gather
his fallen books. Seto kneeled down alongside the boy, helping him collect his
books.

�Hi,� Seto
greeted the boy, his face forming a friendly smile. �It looks like you could
use some help here.�

The boy
smiled gratefully. �My name is John. What�s yours?�

�I�m Seto.
Are you new here?�

�Yeah. Are
you?�

�No, I�ve
been going here for a couple of years. So where�s your first--�

A hard hand
clamped over Seto�s mouth. Seto felt himself being dragged into the boy�s
bathroom, where he was thrown roughly towards the ground. There were two burly
boys looming over him, both dressed in dark blue, wearing dark blue bandanas
with red specks of blood. The taller one forced Seto against the floor, driving
his foot into Seto�s neck.

�What--do
you--want?� Seto managed to gasp.

�We want
you ta take dat big math test tomorrow fer us,� the smaller one proclaimed.
�And if ya don�t. . .not only will we beat the crap outta ya, but we�ll tell da
school what a nutcase you are; you spend all dat time working with computers.
We�ll say you cracked. And they�ll believe us; we can convince da principal of
anything, �cuz they know we can hurt�em. Then you�ll be thrown into some nut
house where they�ll �help� you. So yer gonna have ta do it. Take da test fer
us, I mean. Do we make ourselves clear?�

Seto
remained silent. The pressure against his neck was so intense that he felt the
air in his lungs beforcforced out. Please, he prayed silently. Don�t
let me pass out�I dunno how much longer I can hold on�

The smaller
one kicked Seto in the ribs. Seto felt a crunching in his side, in addition to
acute pain, causing him to scream in agony. Any air left in Seto�s lungs left
in a rush. He squirmed and writhed, which did not help his condition.

Seconds
later, without warning, darkness overcame him, and he was sent spiraling into a
black abyss.

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NOTE: THIS IS WHERE THE PREVIEW ENDS. BELOW IS THE
REST OF CHAPTER 1:

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Seto woke
up in a white room with a blinding light shining in his face.

�Where am
I?� he murmured, pushing himself to a sitting position. He was halted, however,
by an excruciating pain located on his right side. He felt his breath leave
with a hiss, wincing as he collapsed back onto his pillow.

�Try not to
move,� ordered a gruff voice. �You�re in the nurse�s office.�

�What
happened?� Seto inquired, his voice raspy. He squinted in the direction of the voice,
but couldn�t make out the details due to his blurred vision.

�Somebody
found you lying on the floor of the boy�s bathroom,� the voice explained. �You
have two fractured ribs and your neck is bruised pretty badly.�

�That�s
because of what those thugs did to me. . .� Seto began to mutter furiously.

�Thugs?�
the voice repeated.

�Yeah. .
.these two big gangsters pulled me into the bathroom and started beating on
me.� Seto hesitated before continuing, pondering whether or not he should tell
this person about what those bullies wanted him to do. �They wanted me to take
this math test for them tomorrow,� he admitted, �probably so they wouldn�t have
to study for it��

�Can you
tell me what they looked like?� the voice continued.

Seto shook
his head. �No, I�m sorry, sir. I don�t remember.�

�I wonder
what a couple of punks would have against you. . . .?�

Seto�s
vision was slowly returning to him, and he could soon make out the face of the
man seated beside him.

�Who are
you?� Seto questioned the man. �I�m new here, and I�m afraid I don�t know your
name��

�My name is
Mr. Hart; I am your school councilor.�

�I see.�

�Is there
anything I should know about, Seto?� Mr. Hart asked.

�I don�t
believe so,� Seto replied. �Can I go back to class?� He knew that sounded
weird. After all, he had two fractured ribs and a bruised neck. Most people
would find this to be the perfect way to get out of class. But Seto was not
like that. He loved his classes; he loved school, and he loved learning. That�s
what made him Seto.

�You most
certainly not! You are injured, Seto; I can�t risk anything else happening to
you.�

He sighed
inwardly, knowing that he wasn�t going to convince the councilor that easily. �Does
that mean I�m going to sit here doing nothing for the rest of the day?�

�No,� Mr.
Hart objected. �I just called your father; he�s coming to pick you up.�

Seto felt
the blood drain out of his face. Father�s coming?? Oh, my Ra, he is going to
be so pissed off at me. He�s already angry with me for missing the bus earlier.
. .what will he say now??

�Are
you all right, Seto?�

He nodded.
�Yes, I�m fine.� Yep, F.I.N.E. Fucked-up, insecure, neurotic, and emotional.
Absolutely FINE!

Father
arrived at school precisely twenty minutes later, his face red; he was
obviously enraged.

�Come on,
Seto. Let�s go home,� he grunted, seizing his son�s arm.

Seto�s father dragged him down the
hallway and into the car, immediately stepping on the gas; it was as if he wanted
to get away from school as quickly as possible.

�What the
hell did you do, boy?� Father demanded.

�N-nothing,�
Seto stammered.

�Then why
the hell did I get a call from school today saying that you had two
fractured ribs and severe bruising of the neck?�

�W-well��

�Stop
stuttering, you stupid boy!� he thundered. �Just tell me what the fuck
happened!�

What
have I ever done to Father to cause him to act so cruel towards me? Seto
wondered.

/p> /p>

**All I did was walk over

Start off by shaking your hand

That�s how it went**

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�Go to your
room, you pathetic weakling!� Father roared, sending Seto scurrying towards his
living quarters.

When Seto reached
his bedroom, he threw himself onto his bed. In return, he felt pain shoot into
his side, presumably where he had cracked his ribs.

�Damn it!�
he muttered angrily.

Seto felt
himself finally relax against the stiff mattress, which he�d grown accustomed
to over the many years.

I don�t
get it. How come Mother and Father always treat Mokuba better than they treat
me? he wondered. They give him about a million opportunities to do what
he wants, and to succeed in whatever they wish for him to do well in. They
always give him the benefit of a doubt. But our parents never cut me any slack
whatsoever; I always get in trouble for even the smallest mistakes.

Seto
expelled a sad and frustrated sigh. He closed his eyes, and allowed himself to
drift into nothingness�

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Kali: It�s finished; the official Chapter 1 of �Unwanted�!
I�m so pleased to have gotten 10 reviews! Yay! *does happy dance* ^____________^

Please, still continue to REVIEW! I love to hear [read, rather]
all of your comments and suggestions! I promise I�m going to TRY to update more
regularly, but I can�t guarantee anything. I�ve already begun working on
Chapter 2. Again, I apologize for the inconvenience I have caused all of you.
And I�m really sorry that the chapter was so short, but I had to end it there,
or else it would mess up the next few chapters.

Also, like I said before, I need some ideas for Seto and
Mokuba�s last name. . .por favor?

Thanx for reading! Also remember, read Lightning Sage�s
stories; I get a lot of my ideas from her! And she taught me a lot about
writing! ^^;;
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