It had been ages since he had been touched, let alone opened. He had been placed in the attic days after the previous owner gave up on trying to solve his puzzle. To have this aged man touch his metallic prison was exciting…but at the same time he'd been down this path so many times that he was prepared for his new owner to put him back in a couple of hours at best. Still, it was nice to be acknowledged every once in a while.
His 'home' was dusted to the point of gleaming, not to its former glory but fairly close. It was starting to aggravate him, he was letting himself be handled by yet another holder of the puzzle whom was not destined to solve it. At this point, his better judgment was telling him no being would ever be the one, and he had come to grips with that…
Who was he kidding? The shadows who shared his room? He scoffed; a transparent scoff but still a scoff. Maybe he should have this holder choke himself, too, that would be amusing, and it had been a good two and a half years since he used his 'friends'. He ghosted himself out of the puzzle to get a good look at his surroundings.
He was disappointed with what he saw. The same aged man, sleeping peacefully on his desk in the bedroom the spirit assumed belonged to the man. It was…humble, nothing that he personally would like to live in, but this wasn't his bedroom. The man appeared to be a little over middle aged, but his face showed that his soul was much younger.
The poltergeist heard a groan of pain come from the next room, and easily went through the wall to see the source. It wasn't like he cared, but he might as well find something to do to stretch his…never mind that he was bored!
A soon to be mother…
Of course…
He couldn't help but stare at her swollen stomach. His cruel eyes locked with the plump belly and he found himself entranced.
The spirit felt…something…warmth from his nonexistent arteries? He chuckled, though no one heard it, and went closer to the maternal figure. He laid his clear hand on her night gown covered stomach, and the warmth spread though out him again. Is this woman the one? No, he touched her face and felt nothing, in anger tried to strike her but only to have the hand go through her.
He hated this, but he never would kill someone with child, not because of mercy on the person, but on the child since, who knows? They could be useful later. For now he placed his palm on her belly again and reveled in the warmth that spread in his ghostly form. Then a thought hit him.
Maybe, the child? Could he tell even if it hadn't been born yet? It was a stretch, but plausible.
The mother groaned and again, and he saw a slight movement in her belly. The baby was kicking
To say that the idea of new life excited him would be a lie, but if this child was the one, well…
He couldn't help the smile that crept to his lips as the mother placed an affectionate hand on her stomach, still asleep. He didn't sense any other presences besides what he assumed was the old man's daughter, and concluded the child to be a bastard. His luck of course must have been passed on this…boy or girl? That seemed to cause a longing he didn't know he had. He hoped for it to be a boy, for no reason that he could think of being logical.
Not that he thought logically anymore, much more fun just to have those stupid humans think the box he resided in was haunted, which wasn't far from the truth.
He let his fingers gaze the belly and even found himself caressing it in a soothing and caring matter. To his surprise the baby seemed to have calmed down and stopped wriggling in his mother's warmth.
The woman sighed, turned to her side, and then continued her rest.
By the looks of her swollen area, she was most likely due any day now, though he was by no means an expert. He felt a surge of possessiveness, and hoped that he didn't have to wait another day for the birth. He also, for some reason, wanted to witness the child's welcoming to the world.
His patience was almost nonexistent at this point of his…life? He wasn't sure if you could call it that, but never the less, he put his hand through her gut and decided to speed up the process.
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A shriek of pain filled the air, immediately followed by the elder of the house running into the room.
As they exchanged shocked dialogue, the once pharaoh floated about with a sense of cold indifference. To his frustration they didn't bring the box which contained him, though he wasn't surprised. His selfishness got the better of him, he sent a chill into the elder's spine, then without thinking, instead of grabbing his sweater he grabbed the puzzle.
Marvelous
Now the fun would begin…
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Hours later, in what he heard a questionable woman refer to as the 'waiting room', he learned that the baby was indeed a boy.
He didn't smirk, which was certainly odd since that was almost a natural expression for him, but a smile of relief washed over his features. He couldn't help his curiosity and sneaked in to view the birth of his soon to be…what would he be? Friend? Never. Ally? Never ever. Partner? Maybe. He'll just consider him his new 'keeper' until he picked a more suitable term of 'endearment'.
For now, he just enjoyed the cries of pain coming from his keeper's parental figure, he noted that the head already had hair. Soon the entire form was outside of the womb, and he witnessed an odd ritual of checking to see if it was alive. Why did they need to discipline a baby's rear when it… he was clearly breathing?
When he saw it…him cry he felt a lump in his throat that he knew didn't belong there, but paid it no mind.
The baby was a smaller than usual, but was fairly healthy with a…wait what?
He looked, identical to himself. The same coloured hair, and purple eyes that rivaled his crimson, albeit a bit wider and more curious rather than his narrowed and calculating. The new life was placed in his mother's arms, snuggled into her bosom, then rested with a relaxed coo. She smiled and basked in her new maternity, while another flash of possessiveness came to him again. The spirit attempted to hold the babe himself, only to have his arms go through it.
This was indeed going to be a lot more interesting that his previous holder's, he had never wanted to have them touch him, let alone reciprocate the feeling, but this little innocent creature seemed to have an effect on him, one that was unfamiliar but at the same time welcomed.
This was going to be fun.
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A week later, the baby named 'Yugi' (ironically, as to why there's irony he'll get into later) was brought home. It hadn't grown at all, so he was still roughly the size of… his mother's breast? Even that was a stretch, but he didn't really have anything else to compare him to, and to be honest he didn't really care. All he knew was that the baby was beautiful. He looked identical to himself! Perhaps when he's older he'd consider… no. He would not go down that path, despite his lack of rational thinking he still had morals, and he was pretty sure that it was uncommon to think of coupling with an infant.
Besides, said child was lucky just to have him look in his direction, let alone want him in that way.
Also, he may barily remember anything but he had a faint sense of a story telling him how much of a narcissist he was being. He found himself following the mother just to get a look at Yugi every so often. It was almost as good as looking in a mirror, which he could only do in his 'sanctuary'.
He adored those sickeningly cute purple eyes, loved his little misplaced bang that was one of the few differences between the two, and he craved to hear his attempts at speeking. They were nothing more that unintelligible babble, but it was disgustingly adorable. Perhaps in his vague life befor he had craved to have a child but could not, which caused this warmth he was feeling.
But what had truly stole his heart was when the child showed in interest in games. Anything of the sort was what he craved and whined for and that drove the spirit mad with both pride and another emotion full of passion that he couldn't place .
That was why he felt it ironic that the babe was named Yugi.
He himself enjoyed games, having played them forever, and one thing he remebered most from his life was that he was 'King of Games'.
And he felt that this would become a game he would enjoy more than anyother~
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AU: Based on a comment I got on that oneshot I did a while ago. I thought it would be interesting to see what Yami was thinking back in these earlier parts that were never gottent into detail.
Reviews would be nice...