This is a Joey Song-fic. I know that things like this are up all the time, and that this kind of thing has been done so much, but I listened to this song and felt it suited the occasion.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, Tea wouldn't exist and Seto and Joey would be together. I would give the Yamis their own bodies and put them with their hikaris also. (I'm quite the yaoi fan, sorry!) Also, the song is 'Easier to Run' by Linkin Park, and not mine.

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Easier To Run

If you happened to have walked to the park that winter day, which I highly doubt, since it was the middle of winter and it was raining, you would come across blonde teenager swinging backwards and forwards in a melancholy, yet strangely graceful pattern, on the end swing in the deserted playground.

Joey. That was the name of this man, no, child. He rocked backwards and forwards and thought deeply. He'd been doing that quite often recently.

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It's easier to run

Replacing this pain with something more

It's so much easier to go

Than face all this pain here all alone

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If you knew this boy, you would know that he was Joey Wheeler. Class clown extraordinaire. He was the best actor in school when it came to work and school. He was 15, a bit lazy, but a great friend and handsome at that. Most liked him, though there were the odd few that thought that he was still the cruel bully he used to be, even if he claimed to have reformed. Then, there were some who just didn't like him. Well, one main character going by the name of Seto Kaiba. But other than this, the boy had a perfectly happy life.

If you were to look closer at this boy, you would notice the numerous bruises that now adorned his face like Christmas lights on a tree. They stand out and always physically leave, but you can see them in your mind whenever you look at the place where they once were.

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Something has been taken from deep inside of me

The secret I've kept locked away no one can ever see

Wounds so deep they never show they never go away

Like moving pictures in my head for years and years they've played

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A tear trekked its way down the boy's face, slowly, but surely as he remembered when he received his first bruise.

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"Boy, where's your wages, I'm thirsty." A tall blonde man towered over the boy that could be called his exact copy, only years younger. The child whimpered and incoherently mumbled his reply.

"Speak up lad, I can't hear you." The man raised his voice that held a warning and a tone that was not to be ignored.

"I sent it to Mom. I.. thought that they'd need it, since they left so suddenly and all, they're bound not to have much money with them." The father's eye twitched and he moved towards the six-year-old child, speaking in such dark tones that would have even scared the devil.

"You sent the money, my money, to that, that, BITCH!" The father roared at the angel and sent him flying with a single punch. Joey crawled to his knees as a tear streaked down his face.

"Father.I..." His sentence was interrupted by a sudden kick to the ribs that knocked the wind out of youth. He fell unconscious and woke up an hour later to find a bruise on his face and a large ghastly bruise on his stomach.

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(If I could change I would take back the pain I would)

(Retrace every wrong move that I made I would)

(If I could stand up and take the blame I would)

(If I could take all the shame to the grave I would)

(If I could change I would take back the pain I would)

(Retrace every wrong move that I made I would)

(If I could stand up and take the blame I would)

(I would take all my shame to the grave)

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Joey wiped the tear away and shook his head of the memory. The swing started to creak in annoyingly hypnotising way. The swing started to jolt in the low temperature and jarred the boy's bruised, and some broken, ribs. He stood up a moved to sit on the see-saw and pushed himself up and down. Those bruises still hurt, but less now, the effect had worn off. Another fight with his father. Ironically, about where his wages had gone this time, except he works at a restaurant where he earns quite a bit more money than he used to on his paper route, so his father is rougher now than he used to.

The irony brought up again made him laugh. But it wasn't the kind of laugh you'd expect from Joey Wheeler, never mind that of a normal child. It was a harsh, bitter laugh, the one that mocks others, rather than joining in with their fun. When he thought about it, he was like both those laughs. One, the joy-filled one, was the mask he wore around his friends. The one that assured them that nothing was wrong. All was fine, with this boy, with themselves, with the world. The other, well that was his true self.

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It's easier to run

Replacing this pain with something more

It's so much easier to go

Than face all this pain here all alone

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Joey, himself, was a person that couldn't stand to be around others. All he wanted to do was to retreat inside of himself and stay alone in a dark corner for the rest of his life. He perpetually mocked himself and how he was pictured by most now as a true and loyal friend. He sneered. True, loyal, if he were that, would he lie to his friends every day? Would he have lied to them since the beginning? He wasn't quite sure. He didn't know what a friend was. True, he'd been around for all of Tea's speeches on friendship, and all his and his *friends* acts of heroism in the name of friendship, but he'd never really been a friend to anyone, or trusted one enough to tell them his secrets, so he'd never really had a true friend before.

Except, a few years back, when his father threw him out for the night, he had met that one boy in the street, the one who seemed to understand. He told him everything, and every time he was thrown out of his home, he went there. The boy, Stephen, his name was, went through the same thing, and now lived out on the streets. That was, until he joined a gang and told them all about Joey. He'd die before Joey had been able to thank him for that. He'd felt betrayed, the only person he'd told had spread it around and gotten him teased and beaten up for it. Those days were gone now though. The gang had been involved in a gang war and gotten themselves killed. And guess who went first.

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Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past

Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have

Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back

And never moving forward so there'd never be a path

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Joey shook his head. All these memories were doing nothing good for his sanity. Not that there was much of it left, but he clung to what little sanity he had like an innocent child would cling to their favourite doll, just for reassurance that it's there to protect them. He was just tired. He was tired of putting up his mask for his peers. He was tired of fighting. He was tired of everything.

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(If I could change I would take back the pain I would)

(Retrace every wrong move that I made I would)

(If I could stand up and take the blame I would)

(If I could take all the shame to the grave I would)

(If I could change I would take back the pain I would)

(Retrace every wrong move that I made I would)

(If I could stand up and take the blame I would)

(I would take all my shame to the grave)

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The rain suddenly stopped its assault on his battered body and a light seemed to surround him, turning him into an untainted, ethereal angel. Joey looked up, expecting a giant hand to come down from the sky and take him from his horrid life and take him to a better place, but all that greeted him was a ray of sunlight in his eye.

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Just watching in the sun

All of my helplessness inside

Pretending I don't feel misplaced

It's so much simpler to change

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He hissed and raised his hands to shield his eyes from the sun. He never liked it when the weather was like this. It meant that people would start coming out, bringing noise and their happiness into the world. Life was much better when it was seen in the rain. That's what Joey thought anyway. It was dark and wet. The darkness to suit his mood, and the wetness to wash away all his problems. The water also fogs up your vision and makes it blurry. That was how he saw the world, through blurry eyes. He didn't know what was what anymore. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know.

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It's easier to run

Replacing this pain with something more

It's so much easier to go

Than face all this pain here all alone

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"Hey, Joey! What are you doing out here? You weren't sitting in the rain were you?"
There they were again. His legendary *friends*. How did they find him here? Oh well. Time to put his mask up again. Here goes.
"Hey guys! I just came here 'cause I thought I'd see you guys here soon. I haven't been out long." Joey cringed at the tone. He sounded extra cheery and had accompanied his performance with an exceedingly fake smile. His friends seemed to buy it though. He stood up and ran over to them, ready to join them in whatever happy activity they decided to participate in that day.

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It's easier to run

(If I could change I would take back the pain I would)

(Retrace every wrong move that I made)

It's easier to go

(If I could change I would take back the pain I would)

(Retrace every wrong move that I made I would)

(If I could stand up and take the blame I would)

(I would take all my shame to the grave)

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Little did he know a certain blue-eyed male happened to also like sitting in the rain, hidden from the world. Except this one liked to sit in the trees above the playground, where he could watch a certain youngster's life go by, not letting him know that he happened to voice his thoughts out loud.

The end.

I'm sorry if that was really bad, but it's my first depressing fic, and I want to write more. Any helpful comments would be accepted gratefully, and any flames will also be read and thought about. I'm grateful for anything you will send me. Thanx! Rachie xXx