Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh and/or any of its characters and I do not claim responsibility for creating them... Blah blah blah You've all heard this before! ^__^ Just don't sue me, okay? ^__~
Warnings: Umm... some violence, I suppose; nothing too harsh. If you're sensitive to threats and crime, you might want to proceed with caution. Oh, and I write as if Yami is separate; flesh and blood from Yugi... Just wanted to clear that up to avoid confusion ^__^;; This doesn't really have anything to do with any of the regular story arcs...
Other Blahfuls: Wheee this is my VERY first fic ever! ^__^ Hope you like! Oh, and a BIG "Thankie" goes out to Koriku for helping me patch up my plot line! *huggle* You Rawk! ^^
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"I'll be FINE, Grandpa! Don't worry!" assured the small boy as he helped his Grandfather load his things into the car.
After securing the last case, the elderly man paused a moment and smiled warmly upon his grandson; blonde tangled bangs framing his large violet eyes, shining with innocence. He reached out a hand to ruffle his grandson's hair, much to the boy's discontent. He chuckled softly before speaking.
"All right, Yugi. I'll be gone for two weeks at the most; you can never tell how long these digs last. Don't forget to lock up before bed, take your vitamins and pick-"
Yugi cut in with a roll of his eyes, brushing his bangs aside with a swipe of his hand. "And pick up after myself... I know, I know..." A smile lit up his features as he watched his grandpa get into the car and close the door. He walked up to the car and leaned into the rolled-down window. "You have fun and be careful, all right?"
The old man smiled back as he started up the car. "That I will... and you try to stay out of trouble!" He laughed, knowing that his grandson couldn't get into trouble if he tried.
With that, Yugi stood outside the Game Shop, waving angelically as the blue station wagon puttered down the road. He stood for a moment, the gentle breeze rustling his hair and jacket, impeccant gaze following as the car turned around the corner and disappeared. Finally. Yugi turned abruptly and jogged to the door, pushed it open hurriedly and stepped inside. He grabbed his backpack from the cold tile floor and quickly climbed the stairwell, pausing at the top before letting out a whoop of joy. The sound of papers rustling caused Yugi to look towards the couch, where he saw an older boy looking back at him, a newspaper in his hands. The older boy looked nearly identical to Yugi, blonde tresses falling across his brow, pulling away from the dark-toned locks behind them. The only difference was that he looked significantly older, for he was much taller. It was Yami. He sat up at Yugi's presence, and folded the paper neatly on his lap. A small smile tugged at his lips as he spoke.
"You sure sound happy..." He mentioned; in reference to Yugi's exclamation.
"Grandpa just left," Yugi laughed as he tossed his backpack aside and leapt onto the couch beside his Yami, "So the house is ours for a while!" The small boy grinned at the one across from him. Yami knew that grin.... and he slumped his shoulders and groaned at the sight of it.
"You're not inviting your little 'group' over, are you?" Yami sighed as his hikari nodded excitedly.
"Of course!" Yugi got to his feet and hopped over to the fridge, pulled it open and leaned inside. "Uh-oh.. we're out of root beer..." He pulled his head out of the fridge and looked at Yami pleadingly; who shook his head and smirked slightly.
"I don't know if root beer is a good idea, Yugi. Remember LAST time you and your friends had too much? Mrs. Petersen wasn't too happy to have five teenagers on a caffiene-induced sugar high in her yard."
Yugi closed the fridge and rubbed his neck, laughing nervously. "Yeah, I felt pretty bad about her cat and the birdbath..." He shrugged, "Well, think you could pick up SOME thing? All we have is water!"
Yami looked into Yugi's entreating gaze and got to his feet, shaking his head. "All right, but stay indoors! I don't want Mrs. Petersen to call the police this time!"
Yugi grinned and hugged Yami around the waist in thanks.
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Yami knelt on one knee in front of the icebox near the back of the corner store, his intent gaze washing over the cases upon cases of beverages behind the frigid glass. He was just about to pull open the icy door when hushed voices kissed his ears. Curious, Yami edged closer to the snack rack and peered between two bags of nachos at the two men at the counter. The burly man behind the register mentioned something about a shipment, and slid a small, unmarked package to the man on the other side. The receiving party smiled broadly and nodded, slipping the package into is jacket, speaking inaudibly to the other before opening the door and heading out, the soft tinkle of the bell echoing as he parted. Yami frowned from where he kneeled; concealed by the bags in front of him, his eyes narrowed. Something just wasn't right with that picture... he could feel it.
After a moment or two, Yami rose from his post and walked silently out of the store, the ghostly ring of the bell floating behind him, as his glowering gaze flickered across the scene before him, searching for the recipient of the package in question. It had grown significantly darker than when he had left, and a chill hung in the still night. At last his viewpoint fell upon him, but a shadow slowly making his way down an alley, and, instinctively, Yami followed, keeping his distance. The thought of something foul running past him so near to Yugi's residence agitated him, and he felt as if he should be the one to take care of it; if not find out enough to have it reported. He stalked the shadowy figure for quite a while, before at last Yami came to a large fence, the entrance to it slightly ajar. He paused in front of it momentarily, his wary gaze studying the scene carefully. The faint smell of smoke lingered in the dead air, the dark, windless night making the building behind the fence look as sinister as ever. The old factory, Yami thought. They used to produce glass for bottles and windows, but had been shut down due to deficit. Why would anyone go in there now? Only one way to know for sure...
Taking a deep breath, Yami slowly approached the unfastened gate and peered inside cautiously. Nothing but parched grass and cracked cement. He stepped silently through the yard entrance and held his breath, listening intently. Nothing. His heart beat faster as he took another step forward and paused to listen again. This time he heard it. Yami whirled around to face the man with the package. His mind raced to find something for him to say when a pair of strong hands gripped his forearms firmly from behind. Surprised, Yami struggled in the iron grip before the other in front of him pressed a small white cloth over Yami's mouth. Struck, Yami gasped, inhaling a sweet aroma deep into his lungs. In seconds he could no longer feel the cold, rough hands clutching his arms, for his limbs were numb, and his head was spinning. All went dark.
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Warnings: Umm... some violence, I suppose; nothing too harsh. If you're sensitive to threats and crime, you might want to proceed with caution. Oh, and I write as if Yami is separate; flesh and blood from Yugi... Just wanted to clear that up to avoid confusion ^__^;; This doesn't really have anything to do with any of the regular story arcs...
Other Blahfuls: Wheee this is my VERY first fic ever! ^__^ Hope you like! Oh, and a BIG "Thankie" goes out to Koriku for helping me patch up my plot line! *huggle* You Rawk! ^^
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"I'll be FINE, Grandpa! Don't worry!" assured the small boy as he helped his Grandfather load his things into the car.
After securing the last case, the elderly man paused a moment and smiled warmly upon his grandson; blonde tangled bangs framing his large violet eyes, shining with innocence. He reached out a hand to ruffle his grandson's hair, much to the boy's discontent. He chuckled softly before speaking.
"All right, Yugi. I'll be gone for two weeks at the most; you can never tell how long these digs last. Don't forget to lock up before bed, take your vitamins and pick-"
Yugi cut in with a roll of his eyes, brushing his bangs aside with a swipe of his hand. "And pick up after myself... I know, I know..." A smile lit up his features as he watched his grandpa get into the car and close the door. He walked up to the car and leaned into the rolled-down window. "You have fun and be careful, all right?"
The old man smiled back as he started up the car. "That I will... and you try to stay out of trouble!" He laughed, knowing that his grandson couldn't get into trouble if he tried.
With that, Yugi stood outside the Game Shop, waving angelically as the blue station wagon puttered down the road. He stood for a moment, the gentle breeze rustling his hair and jacket, impeccant gaze following as the car turned around the corner and disappeared. Finally. Yugi turned abruptly and jogged to the door, pushed it open hurriedly and stepped inside. He grabbed his backpack from the cold tile floor and quickly climbed the stairwell, pausing at the top before letting out a whoop of joy. The sound of papers rustling caused Yugi to look towards the couch, where he saw an older boy looking back at him, a newspaper in his hands. The older boy looked nearly identical to Yugi, blonde tresses falling across his brow, pulling away from the dark-toned locks behind them. The only difference was that he looked significantly older, for he was much taller. It was Yami. He sat up at Yugi's presence, and folded the paper neatly on his lap. A small smile tugged at his lips as he spoke.
"You sure sound happy..." He mentioned; in reference to Yugi's exclamation.
"Grandpa just left," Yugi laughed as he tossed his backpack aside and leapt onto the couch beside his Yami, "So the house is ours for a while!" The small boy grinned at the one across from him. Yami knew that grin.... and he slumped his shoulders and groaned at the sight of it.
"You're not inviting your little 'group' over, are you?" Yami sighed as his hikari nodded excitedly.
"Of course!" Yugi got to his feet and hopped over to the fridge, pulled it open and leaned inside. "Uh-oh.. we're out of root beer..." He pulled his head out of the fridge and looked at Yami pleadingly; who shook his head and smirked slightly.
"I don't know if root beer is a good idea, Yugi. Remember LAST time you and your friends had too much? Mrs. Petersen wasn't too happy to have five teenagers on a caffiene-induced sugar high in her yard."
Yugi closed the fridge and rubbed his neck, laughing nervously. "Yeah, I felt pretty bad about her cat and the birdbath..." He shrugged, "Well, think you could pick up SOME thing? All we have is water!"
Yami looked into Yugi's entreating gaze and got to his feet, shaking his head. "All right, but stay indoors! I don't want Mrs. Petersen to call the police this time!"
Yugi grinned and hugged Yami around the waist in thanks.
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Yami knelt on one knee in front of the icebox near the back of the corner store, his intent gaze washing over the cases upon cases of beverages behind the frigid glass. He was just about to pull open the icy door when hushed voices kissed his ears. Curious, Yami edged closer to the snack rack and peered between two bags of nachos at the two men at the counter. The burly man behind the register mentioned something about a shipment, and slid a small, unmarked package to the man on the other side. The receiving party smiled broadly and nodded, slipping the package into is jacket, speaking inaudibly to the other before opening the door and heading out, the soft tinkle of the bell echoing as he parted. Yami frowned from where he kneeled; concealed by the bags in front of him, his eyes narrowed. Something just wasn't right with that picture... he could feel it.
After a moment or two, Yami rose from his post and walked silently out of the store, the ghostly ring of the bell floating behind him, as his glowering gaze flickered across the scene before him, searching for the recipient of the package in question. It had grown significantly darker than when he had left, and a chill hung in the still night. At last his viewpoint fell upon him, but a shadow slowly making his way down an alley, and, instinctively, Yami followed, keeping his distance. The thought of something foul running past him so near to Yugi's residence agitated him, and he felt as if he should be the one to take care of it; if not find out enough to have it reported. He stalked the shadowy figure for quite a while, before at last Yami came to a large fence, the entrance to it slightly ajar. He paused in front of it momentarily, his wary gaze studying the scene carefully. The faint smell of smoke lingered in the dead air, the dark, windless night making the building behind the fence look as sinister as ever. The old factory, Yami thought. They used to produce glass for bottles and windows, but had been shut down due to deficit. Why would anyone go in there now? Only one way to know for sure...
Taking a deep breath, Yami slowly approached the unfastened gate and peered inside cautiously. Nothing but parched grass and cracked cement. He stepped silently through the yard entrance and held his breath, listening intently. Nothing. His heart beat faster as he took another step forward and paused to listen again. This time he heard it. Yami whirled around to face the man with the package. His mind raced to find something for him to say when a pair of strong hands gripped his forearms firmly from behind. Surprised, Yami struggled in the iron grip before the other in front of him pressed a small white cloth over Yami's mouth. Struck, Yami gasped, inhaling a sweet aroma deep into his lungs. In seconds he could no longer feel the cold, rough hands clutching his arms, for his limbs were numb, and his head was spinning. All went dark.
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