[YGO fic] A New Chapter - Chapter Six
※ Pairing - Fragileshipping
※ Warnings - It's one of my older stories.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
[Ryou’s Diary: Entry 200 - Date: September 23rd, 1997 (Age: 11)]
Dear Diary,
Domino City is small compared to London, though I was pretty sure it would be. It’s nice though and I like it. Yesterday all we did was unpack things and we didn’t even get to my bed until this afternoon, last night I slept in a sleeping bag on the floor, it was fun. I pretended that I was on a camping trip.
Tomorrow’s my first day of school and I can’t wait to go! Everyone has been really friendly so far. Our neighbors came over this morning to introduce themselves, the Gardner’s. They were very nice, they have a daughter my age, but she was with her friends at the time. I’ll probably meet her tomorrow at school.
I’m nervous too; my handwriting is really sloppy. I hope that it’s different from what it was back home. I guess I’ll have to wait to find out. I hate waiting though!
I’ve been thinking about Jacob and what had happened and I came up with a few rules for me to follow here.
Rule number one and the most important rule: Don’t tell anyone I’m gay.
That was obvious though, it’s not like I’m going to run down the street with a flag that said ‘I’m Gay’ on it. Right now I’m not sure if I even want to draw attention to myself, I haven’t really talked to anyone for a really long time. I don’t think I’d know what to say if someone actually said hello to me right now.
Rule two: Don’t tell anyone about what happened back in London.
If someone found out that I didn’t have any friends back home they might ask why, and then that would be breaking rule number one. If someone actually cared to ask I mean. I don’t want to think badly, but what if it’s just like London here? I don’t want to move again, but I want…a friend. That’s not selfish right? I mean, everyone wants someone they can trust and talk to. Can’t I have one too?
I don’t like being alone.
Dad always told me that I was a natural people person, whatever that means. Even when I was little I wanted to be everyone’s friend. This included the people he worked with when he’d take me with him on his trips. Maybe I shouldn’t just say people, also the animals and the artifacts, like the mummies and sarcophagus’ they’d find. Dad said that he once found me talking to a beetle.
Ah, the horror stories my father could tell. I would be horrified beyond belief if he ever told anyone any of the stories he’s been storing up. I was a weird child; we’ll put it that way. He said that I looked for the good in everything and that sometimes got me into some weird situations. Like the time Jacob and me locked ourselves in the shed in his backyard for the entire day. I was the only calm one before we got out, but it was my fault we’d been locked in.
He has a picture of me after I was chasing a butterfly when I was like three. I had run under the deck in our backyard and had been chased back out by a bunch of butterflies. I fell in the grass and they all just landed on me, I was covered with them! Dad took a picture of it and it’s in the album. We later found out that I had pollen stuck to my shirt, hair and shorts, which is what attracted them.
Too bad there’s no one to hear these stories.
- Ryou
※ Warnings - It's one of my older stories.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
[Ryou’s Diary: Entry 200 - Date: September 23rd, 1997 (Age: 11)]
Dear Diary,
Domino City is small compared to London, though I was pretty sure it would be. It’s nice though and I like it. Yesterday all we did was unpack things and we didn’t even get to my bed until this afternoon, last night I slept in a sleeping bag on the floor, it was fun. I pretended that I was on a camping trip.
Tomorrow’s my first day of school and I can’t wait to go! Everyone has been really friendly so far. Our neighbors came over this morning to introduce themselves, the Gardner’s. They were very nice, they have a daughter my age, but she was with her friends at the time. I’ll probably meet her tomorrow at school.
I’m nervous too; my handwriting is really sloppy. I hope that it’s different from what it was back home. I guess I’ll have to wait to find out. I hate waiting though!
I’ve been thinking about Jacob and what had happened and I came up with a few rules for me to follow here.
Rule number one and the most important rule: Don’t tell anyone I’m gay.
That was obvious though, it’s not like I’m going to run down the street with a flag that said ‘I’m Gay’ on it. Right now I’m not sure if I even want to draw attention to myself, I haven’t really talked to anyone for a really long time. I don’t think I’d know what to say if someone actually said hello to me right now.
Rule two: Don’t tell anyone about what happened back in London.
If someone found out that I didn’t have any friends back home they might ask why, and then that would be breaking rule number one. If someone actually cared to ask I mean. I don’t want to think badly, but what if it’s just like London here? I don’t want to move again, but I want…a friend. That’s not selfish right? I mean, everyone wants someone they can trust and talk to. Can’t I have one too?
I don’t like being alone.
Dad always told me that I was a natural people person, whatever that means. Even when I was little I wanted to be everyone’s friend. This included the people he worked with when he’d take me with him on his trips. Maybe I shouldn’t just say people, also the animals and the artifacts, like the mummies and sarcophagus’ they’d find. Dad said that he once found me talking to a beetle.
Ah, the horror stories my father could tell. I would be horrified beyond belief if he ever told anyone any of the stories he’s been storing up. I was a weird child; we’ll put it that way. He said that I looked for the good in everything and that sometimes got me into some weird situations. Like the time Jacob and me locked ourselves in the shed in his backyard for the entire day. I was the only calm one before we got out, but it was my fault we’d been locked in.
He has a picture of me after I was chasing a butterfly when I was like three. I had run under the deck in our backyard and had been chased back out by a bunch of butterflies. I fell in the grass and they all just landed on me, I was covered with them! Dad took a picture of it and it’s in the album. We later found out that I had pollen stuck to my shirt, hair and shorts, which is what attracted them.
Too bad there’s no one to hear these stories.
- Ryou