I, Yugi Motou, am a Psychopath

Chapter 1

Hey there guys this is my first fanfiction that I just came up with the other day and wanted to right. I hope you like it and constructive criticism is appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

I, Yugi Mutou, am a psychopath.

No, no, not the cute, little, innocent one. No, not him, he could never be what I am. I made sure of it. He will not become anything close to my true nature, not one aspect of him will reflect me. I just want him to grow into an innocent, independent man so that I can finally fade into non-existence. That's all I can even wish for at this point.

Oh, that fateful day all those years ago. I have come to hate that day for existing because on that day, June 4, all those years ago, I was born. I was not always completely insane, I grew up with normal parents and had a normal childhood, an extravagant one be that as it may, but a normal one. I was raised by my parents who took the time to love and care for me, but I wasn't normal. I didn't like the toys other kids played with, I didn't like the games they played, I didn't like them for the most part either. My parents were concerned to a point, because they saw I had little to no friends, but being big time investors, they had other things to look after.

Yes, I was very different from most kids my age, I didn't want to play in some fiction land and dream. At the time I really didn't know what it was I did like, I just knew that nothing I was given to play with was ever any fun to me. That was until one day when I was 5, one of the cooks in the house accidently cut himself.

I had been walking by the kitchen when it happened because I had wanted a snack. However when I walked in the cook had just slit his finger with the knife. Normal kids in this situation would either have been scared for the cook or even the blood, but me, I just stood still in pure wonder. Watching the blood drip down his hand and knife was fascinating. I guess the cook mistook my wonder for shock that day because he kept going on about how he was okay, but in all honesty I didn't care, I just wanted to keep watching him bleed.

This started a long chain of events that spanned a couple of years. I decided to spend most of my free time pranking all of the staff, the only problem was my pranks were, as you say "dangerous." I became utterly obsessed with seeing something bleed again. Some of the best pranks included leaving knives in the washing machine, or leaving puddles around the house near some electrical appliances. The staff couldn't even complain to my parents about me, simply because they didn't know it was me, I was that good at not getting caught, although even I have to admit they probably had an inkling. Amazingly enough I never wanted to see myself bleed, it always had to be something else, I guess it could be considered a good thing that my parents never got me a pet. See I told you I was a psychopath.

I did have one really good friend though, his name was Ryou Bakura. He lived a few houses down from me and of all the kids in the neighborhood, and school, he was one of the very few I could stand. We had met when I was 5, right around the time the cook had cut himself, he had just transferred over here from England, I don't know what it was about him, but he was okay, he would be worth my time. We hung out almost everyday after we met, best part was that he was okay with me not wanting to play like everybody else. He, unlike most of the other kids, didn't call me a freak, he didn't ignore my presence and just allowed my to talk and I would listen when he talked. After about a year I had decided that I would tell him about my secret messed up fascination. I honestly expected to run and scream calling me a monster, I mean he may not have been categorized as "normal", but he was still far more sane than I was, but he just kinda sat there. I didn't know if that meant he was too scared to react or what but then he said to me that he didn't care, that we were friends and with that came accepting each others hobbies. He did later tell though that he wouldn't help me with my little hobby and I was perfectly fine with that, to be honest I didn't want to share my experience with anyone anyways. It was a nice friendship.