Setting: after the Duelist Kingdom arc, but they're all about eighteen and still in school.
Chapter 1 Peace, love, and Harmony
A/N: Why is it we never know about the characters ever going to the bathroom? Do they never have to pee?
Blue light from the street light poured into Yugi Moto's bedroom. It was a quiet night. Too quiet. Yugi stirred in his bed for no apparent reason. He put a hand up to his miraculously styled tri-colored hair. Not a strand was out of place. Amazing.
Yugi got out of bed and stumbled in a half-asleep stupor to the bathroom at the end of the hall. Wait- that wasn't a bathroom. An assortment of fluffy towels rained down upon the poor unsuspecting 18-year old. Yes, he was eighteen, but he didn't look a day over twelve. This was an aggravation when he was driving down an old dirt road and randomly a cop would stop him. This happened more than once a week, and Yugi had been driving for about two years. You'd think the cops would have figured it out by now.
Yugi stupidly held up a towel and tried to stuff it into the wall. (He had been aiming for the closet.)
Yugi's elderly grandfather came out to see what all the fuss was about. "Yugi, you're sleepwalking again," he said, shaking the boy.
Yugi didn't reply.
"Yugi!" Grandpa Moto shook him harder. "Wake up!"
"Ehhhhh... Grandpa! What are you doing up?"
Grandpa -_-'ed. "You were sleepwalking again."
"We're going to have to see someone about this. It's getting to be a problem."
"Yeah," his grandfather said, remembering the incident with the jelly. Two weeks ago, Yugi had tried to make jam on toast for a midnight snack. It didn't end too well. Grandpa winced at the memory of the broken jars on his freshly waxed kitchen floor.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Yugi said.
"All right then. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Good night."
On his way back to bed, Yugi heard a noise outside. He made his way to the window and lifted the blinds to see the silhouette of a young, pink-haired girl in a black dress standing next to his mailbox. 'Who is that girl?' Yugi wondered. He planned to rap on the window and alarm her, but sleep overcame him and he sleepily collapsed on the floor, right next to his bed.
The girl outside looked at the window to see that the blinds were up now. 'Those weren't up before, were they?' she thought. She shivered in the cold. One knee-length black dress and a pair of white boots with no jacket or leggings was a very bad idea in this weather. At least she had white gloves. She rubbed them together, then cupped her hands and blew into them.
'It's much too cold for Domino City,' she mused. She looked again through the window and observed a table with a triangular, gold-colored bauble sitting on an oak desk. It had a string attatched to it so one could put it on, like a necklace. The girl wondered what kind of person would wear such on ostentatious necklace, then turned around and walked away.