Coping With Loss
Author's note: Hey, here's the sequel to Separation. It picks up right where Separation left off. So if you don't know what's going on, read Separation.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
"Yugi, Yugi wake up," Joey pleaded as he shook his friend.
Marik had shown up and then there was a flash from the Millennium Puzzle and Yugi went limp. That had been at least five minutes ago. Yugi was starting to sweat and run a slight fever.
"Guys, maybe we should get Yugi home," Tristan suggested.
"Righto," Joey agreed, hoisting Yugi onto his back to take him home.
They started out towards the Turtle Game Shop. But while they were walking, a figure followed them. She was concerned about Yugi.
"Dadgum, the door's locked," exclaimed Tristan.
"Have no fear, I know for a fact Yugi keeps a house key in his pocket," Joey stated.
Tristan heistated for a moment before diving his hand into Yugi's pants pocket. He pulled his hand out, producing a silver key.
"Wow, got it on my first try," Tristan grinned.
He stuck the key in the keyhole and turned. After he pulled the key out, he gave the door a small shove and the door swung open to an empty, and dark, house.
"Gramps, you here?" Joey called into the darkness.
No reply.
"Well at least get some light in here," Tea groaned, groping for a light switch.
She finally found one and turned the lights on. There was no one home. However, there was a note on the table.
It read:
Dear Yugi,
I know that you are probably at your friend's house, and that's okay. Just remember when you get home to sort the new shippment of cards like you promised, do your homework, including practicing your trumpet, and take a shower. I got an urgent call that couldn't wait. I should be home in a couple of days.
See you when I get home,
Grampa
"Just great," Joey groaned. "There's no one to take care of him now. We can't stay here. I've got things to do at home.
Tristan and Tea nodded in agreement.
"He can't come to my house," Joey grumbled. "My dad'll be home shortly."
"My parents aren't home and I still have homework and I have to clean up the party mess," Tristan stated.
"I have to babysit," Tea grumbled. "The job starts at eight and goes until the day after next."
"So, who's going to take care of him?" Joey wondered.
"I will," a voice from behind them offered.
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