Hey! Here I am again, this time with a multi-chaptered ficcie. Don't expect too much from it…it's my first after One Tear, and that was an oneshot. I just hope it isn't too bad.
Eum, I'm currently looking for a Beta too, so if anyone's interested, just give me a sign at angellientje at yahoo dot com. (I guess you can decipher that)
Title: Obsession
Author: Angel's Charm
Chapters: 1-?
Summary: Yuugi receives the Millennium Puzzle…with a twist.
Genre: General
Rating: Rated K
Pairings: Maybe a bit Y/Y, don't know yet.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, but I can dream. And dream I do… I DO own the plot.
AC: Hugs plot. "All mine…"
Plot: Help -dies-
AC: Ohoh…
Warning: OOC Yuugi! Don't like, don't read!
"Speaking"
Thinking
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Chapter 1.:Thinking
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Beautiful blue air. A shining sun. Children playing in the park. Some kids were looking into the show case of the most popular game store in Domino, the Kame Game shop. Unfortunately for those kids, the sign on the doors read 'closed'. They sighed, and after a longing look at the cards, trailed off. The game shop was closed, but it's occupants weren't all enjoying their day off…
Suguroko Muoto sighed when he finished doing the dishes. Where are grandsons when you need them? He knows that I need his help right now… He even resumed working in the store yesterday. I'm just glad that it is Sunday today, so I don't have to take care of it. I still get a headache when I think of yesterday. I think I'll have to teach him the meaning of respect for elders again. In my time… Suguroko sighed and shook his head. His dear friend and fellow archaeologist, Arthur Hopkins had just the same problems with his granddaughter, Rebecca. I swear, it's like a virus. An EXTREMELY contagious virus. He walked to the living room and seated himself in one of the two cosy sofas. He closed his eyes, and slowly, drifted of. The last words he muttered before falling asleep were grandson, respect and virus. Also something about quarantaine…?
One hour later, the old man woke, surprised to find himself in a sofa instead of a bed. Then he remembered that it was only 3.00pm, and that he had a grandson who resumed his chores. Then, another piece of knowledge made his way into his still sleepy brain: today was Yuugi's birthday. Now, where was that present again? Although he was still mad at Yuugi, birthday was birthday. They could talk about Yuugi's behaviour tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow. Or never. The elder Muoto knew that he would forget all of this soon. His memory wasn't what it used to be anymore. Suguroko sighed and slowly stood up. He was really getting old…forgetting things, and getting stiff all the time. He massaged his sore back, and went to the basement, where he hoped he could find his grandson's present.
After nearly a full hour of searching, a very dusty and grim looking Suguroko found the present. Satisfied, he went back to the kitchen and admired his present. Hell, I did find it. Now, who dares to tell me I'm an old demented man. Suguroko thought with a little smile on his face, obviously very content with his re-discovery of the present. He almost did the victory sign but then decided against it and went to get a cloth instead. He softly unwrapped the box (it was a box) and cleaned it. The golden box (A/N Now what would the present be?) shimmered softly under the artificial kitchen light. He took the box and headed for the stairs. Now, just go and give it to him. It isn't that bad…
Suguroko went upstairs, but not with a happy face. Usually, when one gives a present, both receiver and the one who gives it, are happy and cheerful. Suguroko wasn't cheerful, not at all. He hated going into Yuugi's room. It was just too…Gah. Why can't he just come down for two seconds, take the gift, give me a kiss, and disappear again? He turned the corner and walked to the farthest door on the left. The black door seemed to mock him. Suguroko shuddered. Why did Yuugi love black that much? While al the other doors through the house were white or brown with white or golden handles, Yuugi's was a pitch black. The handle was a beautiful crafted silver one. It had been Yuugi's present for his 15th birthday: a new chamber. Boy, did he regret that decision now. Why couldn't he just give Yuugi a new card or something? But the boy had pleaded, begged, and even used his puppy eyes, and that made Suguroko melt. "Everyone in my class has his or her room decorated by themselves, so why can't I decorate mine? Please, Jii-chan, for my birthday. Please?" Well, the result was that Yuugi adored his work, and that Suguroko hated the room. Not for the black (that too, but he didn't hate it that much), or for the red splotches resembling blood (tough they looked pretty real) but for the decorations inside. Yuugi was namely obsessed. Obsessed with silver, knifes, bullets,…
Everything that had a little sharp edge was, once found and cleaned, added to Yuugi's already impressive collection. Suguroko liked fuzzy, round and bright things, and you can imagine that that kinda clashed. To say they didn't like each others style was an understatement.
But Suguroko knew that Yuugi was going to love this present. He had to like this. He made a bet with Arthur, and he could still remember his words: And if he isn't going to like it, then…then I'll eat my shoe. It was meant to be a joke, but now it was turned in a wager. With high stakes. I mean, who wants to eat his shoe? He will like it, he will like it…He tucked the box further under his arm, and softly knocked on the door. No answer. Another knock, this time a bit harder. When Suguroko raised his arm to knock for the third time, a soft voice replied.
"Enter, Jii-chan."
Suguroko took a deep breath and pushed the handle all the while thinking that Yuugi would like his present.
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Well, that's chapter one. A little cliffie, but I think you can all guess what Yuugi's room gonna look like, and what his reaction's gonna be. If you have suggestions, put them in a review. I will definitely use them. But just don't bring things like " a babyblue room with Dark Magician posters on the wall". I'm NOT going to use that. Otherwise, all suggestions are welcome.
Flames are accepted, but then please mention what you think is bad.
And I'll give a chocolate cookie to everyone who shows me a grammatical error! And a Yami or a Yugi plushie! (Cause I know there are a lot of errors in this text…-hangs head down in shame- But I just can't see them -cries- Why am I not English?)
See you soon,
Angel's Charm.
