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I DO NOT OWN THE STORY Fragile Balance BECAUSE IT IS OWNED BY THE LOVELY Toxic Hathor OF FANFICTION.NET.

I'm just the sweetie doing fanart for her story. ^^

Now, this is one of her stories as I said and in a review I asked if I could draw fanart for a major moment in each chapter. Suprisingly she was very happy and wanted me to do so, and that she would also place my drawings onto her Prideshipping forum [link] and that made me smile since my art would be seen by fellow Prideshippers.

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This pic is from chapter seven and this is the scene I took it from:

Yami gave Joey, Téa and Tristan a tiny smile and, as usual, segregated himself from them in a pleasant, graceful way that they didn't notice him when he left and started walking to school alone, his hands shoved into the pockets of his school jacket.

He shouldn't have eaten the Twinkie. He felt so nauseous. He could hardly breathe in fear that he would embarrass himself more than necessary by throwing up. He was hardly ever hungry anymore nowadays. Even if he hadn't wanted to lose weight, he wouldn't have felt like eating. Especially today, he felt unable to put anything in his mouth, even though he felt his stomach twisting with desperate need for nutrition.

For today morning, when he stood in front of his bathroom mirror, instead of seeing what he saw for the past eight months or so, he saw what completely confused him. He wasn't fat anymore. He was thin. Very thin actually.

He had frowned, stepped away from the mirror, counted to ten, then stepped in front of it again to see that same thing. And it suddenly all made sense. Yugi telling him to eat, Seto telling him to eat. Finding clothes that suit him. The only thing not making sense is why his mom would constantly remind him of his weight. Maybe she also was like him. Maybe she also saw him the same way he saw himself before that morning?

But instead of feeling happy, he was terrified. What he saw in the mirror…it was scary. He had to put on weight. But how will he be able to do that if he can't eat? If he can't keep food down no matter how hungry he was?

God, he was so messed up.

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This picture scares me so much. I drew this in october, or at least the outline and when I finished coloring it in, I almost screamed. Yami looks like a Holocaust victim and believe me, when you look like one you have some serious problems with your health.

Note that this is the first time I ever drew someone like this so cut me sime slack. And I am aware that this is from chapter seven and I have not posted chapter six's pic yet because I have no idea of what I'm going to draw from that chapter.

I OWN NOTHING!

Description
I DO NOT OWN THE STORY Fragile Balance BECAUSE IT IS OWNED BY THE LOVELY Toxic Hathor OF FANFICTION.NET.

I'm just the sweetie doing fanart for her story. ^^

Now, this is one of her stories as I said and in a review I asked if I could draw fanart for a major moment in each chapter. Suprisingly she was very happy and wanted me to do so, and that she would also place my drawings onto her Prideshipping forum [link] and that made me smile since my art would be seen by fellow Prideshippers.

--

This pic is from chapter seven and this is the scene I took it from:

Yami gave Joey, Téa and Tristan a tiny smile and, as usual, segregated himself from them in a pleasant, graceful way that they didn't notice him when he left and started walking to school alone, his hands shoved into the pockets of his school jacket.

He shouldn't have eaten the Twinkie. He felt so nauseous. He could hardly breathe in fear that he would embarrass himself more than necessary by throwing up. He was hardly ever hungry anymore nowadays. Even if he hadn't wanted to lose weight, he wouldn't have felt like eating. Especially today, he felt unable to put anything in his mouth, even though he felt his stomach twisting with desperate need for nutrition.

For today morning, when he stood in front of his bathroom mirror, instead of seeing what he saw for the past eight months or so, he saw what completely confused him. He wasn't fat anymore. He was thin. Very thin actually.

He had frowned, stepped away from the mirror, counted to ten, then stepped in front of it again to see that same thing. And it suddenly all made sense. Yugi telling him to eat, Seto telling him to eat. Finding clothes that suit him. The only thing not making sense is why his mom would constantly remind him of his weight. Maybe she also was like him. Maybe she also saw him the same way he saw himself before that morning?

But instead of feeling happy, he was terrified. What he saw in the mirror…it was scary. He had to put on weight. But how will he be able to do that if he can't eat? If he can't keep food down no matter how hungry he was?

God, he was so messed up.

--

This picture scares me so much. I drew this in october, or at least the outline and when I finished coloring it in, I almost screamed. Yami looks like a Holocaust victim and believe me, when you look like one you have some serious problems with your health.

Note that this is the first time I ever drew someone like this so cut me sime slack. And I am aware that this is from chapter seven and I have not posted chapter six's pic yet because I have no idea of what I'm going to draw from that chapter.

I OWN NOTHING!