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Greek Gods and Duel Monsters

Chapter 1: A Baby and An Old Man

Yūgi shifted in the bed and rolled over to face his older counterpart. "Yami, you've taken all the covers," he said sheepishly as he grasped for the thin sheets and pulled them over his body. He turned back over on his side and settled back in as the little spoon.

The former pharaoh reached a long, tanned arm over Yūgi's form and pulled him closer to his chest. "Mhmm," was all he said before burying his head in the younger one's hair and falling back to sleep.

Moments later Yūgi's eyes opened slightly as he raised his head over the bed. "Did you hear that?" he asked listening for the sound again.

"No, aibou, go back to sleep."

Yūgi tried to rest but, once more, he heard a sound. "Yami, I'm serious, I heard it again. It sounded like a whimper."

Yami pulled the covers back, shifted his legs out of bed and rose to his feet. He gingerly wiped the sleep from his eyes and tried to adjust his vision to the dark room. They were on the second floor of the game shop, and even though he did not need it, Yami sort-of wished the streetlights were on to partially light the room. He looked over at the alarm clock that flashed '3:02 am' and sighed lightly. He was not so much annoyed with the fact that Yūgi woke him but rather with the fact that he had to leave the warm comfort of the bed to set Yūgi's mind at ease.

He began to put one foot in front of the other, walking a path he could have walked in his sleep, to the closet. He wrenched to door open for dramatic effect only to come up empty handed. "There's nothing in the closet aibou, maybe you heard something outside."

"But I seriously heard something, it sounded like it was in the room."

"Alright," Yami ran his hands through his hair and made his way over to the door to Yūgi's bedroom. However, as soon as he made it past the bed, he tripped and fell to the floor. The thud was softened by an uncharacteristic rug in the Japanese establishment. Only now was Yami grateful for the Indian import. Any other time he would have been cursing Yūgi's grandpa's decision to put the souvenir in the room. Mostly because all he ever gained from it were carpet burns.

"Are you okay?" Yūgi asked leaning out of bed.

The sound that Yūgi heard became louder and much more distinct. Yami turned his head, and getting to his knees, crossed his arms in confusion. If he did not know any better, that sounded like-

"Oh dear Ra, that is a child. A baby. What in the name of Osiris is a baby doing in the middle of the floor?"

"What?" Yūgi jumped out of bed to hover over the source of the noise. Sure enough, there was an undressed baby fussing and wailing in the middle of his floor. "What the-?"

But before Yūgi could finish, Yami reached a hand out to touch the child and immediately pulled his hand back as if he touched hot coals. What looked like yellow electricity shot out from around the infant and shocked him.

Confused and exhausted, Yami stood up, sat on the edge of the bed and buried his face in his hands. The child whined even louder as tears rolled down his distraught face.

Yūgi tapped him on the shoulder and immediately jumped onto the bed to hide behind him. When the Pharaoh looked down at him, he saw that his face was contorted with fear. Yūgi raised a single finger and pointed in the direction of the open closet. Yami followed his finger and squinted his eyes towards the other side of the room.

He heard the infant's cries in the background, but for some reason could not get himself to move from where he sat at the edge of the bed.

In front of him and Yūgi was a man who looked to be in his seventies, seated in a wheelchair. The man had a double-barreled shotgun pointed at their faces. Moving his wheelchair closer, the man kept the gun on the young men sitting on the bed. The man kept switching his eyes from the bed, over to the infant.

As soon as the man came into the infant's view, he immediately stopped crying and rolled over onto his stomach. The baby began to wave his arms and giggle. He smiled showing a toothless mouth, much like the old man in the wheelchair. He struggled to get to his feet and wavered in his steps as he walked towards the bed.

The baby grasped the sheets for dear life as he looked up at Yami and smiled even wider. He opened his tiny little hand and patted Yami's leg, speaking in the universal gibberish of baby talk. The child seemed to expect some sort of response from the spiky-haired man, but instead received a deer-in-headlights expression. The baby hit Yami's leg once more with his open hand.

There was a loud clap as yellow lightning again sparked between him and Yami.

Despite the gun in his face, Yami let out a small "ow" and rubbed his knee. The action elicited a cry of delight from the infant. The baby, now content that he made a friend, opened his arms and expected Yami to pick him up. Yami cut his eyes over to the man in the wheelchair who still had a gun pointed in his face.

Finding hesitation in the bizarre man near the infant, the old man remained in his stance, pointing the weapon at what he perceived were the strangers in the room.

As Yami reached down to pick up the infant, the man tightened his grip, but did not pull the trigger. Yūgi could only remain quiet and witness the exchange. He wondered what the hell was happening.

As he expected, Yami could easily pick up the child. He placed him on his lap. The child looked over at the old man and clapped his hands gleefully as more drool escaped his mouth and landed in Yami's lap. He tried to stand on Yami's legs and with a little help wrapped his arms around the man's neck. He tried to put Yami's earrings in his mouth.

Yami laughed lightly despite the situation and stood up from the bed. He walked over to the man in the wheelchair, still only wearing the Kuriboh boxers Yūgi bought him and tried to hand the child over. The old man slowly put his gun down his lap and raised a hand to stop the strange man.

"Do you have any idea what's going on sir? Who are you? Who is this child? And do you know why you are in my house?" Yami repeated the questions in all the languages he knew. He had a feeling that this dealt with supernatural influences, especially since the man did not understand him. He instead mumbled under his breath.

After everything that happened to him and Yūgi, the supernatural was always a possibility. That was the case most of the time.

The old man gently took the child from Yami and pointed to a spot on the baby's neck. Yami tilted his head in disbelief when he saw the marks that ran across the collarbone. "Who in the world would tattoo a baby?"

The old man smirked a little and held out his arm. He too had marks in a similar fashion.

Looking back at the infant, Yami realized that the mark 'Ζεύς' was not in any language he had ever seen. The symbols seemed to glow slightly and ripple on both the baby and the old man's skin. The man in the wheelchair had 'Ἥφαιστος' tattooed in the same mysterious ink as his barely year-old intruder accomplice.

"Who are you?" Yami demanded with a little more authority, though cautious. The man still had after all, a gun in his lap.

The man opened his mouth and spoke in a language that neither he nor Yūgi recognized.

His suspicions had been confirmed, whatever was going on definitely was not normal.

And Yami knew normal. It was something that Yūgi and his friends had stretched the meaning of beyond its limits on more than one occasion.

Before him were two beings he was pretty sure were not human. The aura of ancient power was distinct, like the smell of the sea or the taste of salt. It just stuck with you and whenever you had the chance to experience it, it is something you never forget. There was something beyond magical about the naked baby and just as naked old man. Yami just could not place his finger on it.

All Yami knew was he was just glad that at the moment the incident seemed contained. Unlike the take-over-the-world or destroy-the-world plots he thwarted, there was nothing apocalyptic about two beings randomly showing up in the room. Yami prayed that was all that was going on. He hoped that these too were just lost, displaced from their own time and place and needed help getting back.

He wished that was all.

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