Hi again! Wow, thank you so much for all the reviews! I never imagined that this story would get so many! I know how I said this was a one shot, but due to popular demand I've decided to make it longer. I just don't know by how much! I apologize if this doesn't have a decent plot or seams a little drawn out, but I really have no idea where this is going. Fortunately I do have some idea of an ending, but everything else is still undecided. Thanks again for the reviews, and I'll try to update as soon as possible!

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Chapter Two

The bell rang, and everyone sprang into action, eager for the weekend to start. Mr. Kurage was already out the door, having left them all to jot down the homework for the weekend.

"I don't believe that freaking son of a-!" Jonouchi cursed from beside Yuugi. "What sort of a moron asks you an impossible to answer question, and then threatens to give you a detention if you can't answer!?" he raged, eyes blazing, "And just what the hell is a sheb...shab…thing anyway!?"

"Shabti," Yuugi said numbly, gathering his books, "They do your work for you in the after life." He told himself that whatever had happened, that voice he had heard, it was just his imagination. He was just stressed...

"Hey, Yuugi?" Said Jonouchi, looking over at his friend in concern, "You ok? You look kinda …pale."

"Umm…what? Oh! No, I-I'm fine." Yuugi said, startled out of his thoughts. He got up, slinging his bag onto his back.

"Nice work with that 'shebi' thing though." Said Jonouchi, as he and Yuugi left the now emptied class room, "How did you remember something that random?"

"I...have no idea." Yuugi answered truthfully. "I remember seeing them in museums, and I know I've read the name before, but that was a long time ago. I was more interested in what they did than what they were called." There went Yuugi's hopes of passing it off as his imagination. The more he thought about it, the less likely it seamed that he could have remembered on his own.

"Well anyway, you got it right. And managed to show up Mr. Kurage! His face was priceless!" Jonouchi grinned down at his friend.

"Umm, it was…nothing really."

Back in his room, Yuugi plopped down onto his bed and curled up into a little ball, pulling an old blanket over himself. For mot of his life Yuugi had never had friends, so he had grown used to being alone. He used to imagine himself away, pretending that he was someone else, anyone else, just as long as they had a different life. Now that he had made the friends he had always wished for, he found it a bit hard to adapt. As much as Yuugi loved having such good friends, he still liked to have some alone time. Time to just to shut out the world, even if the world hadn't done anything particularly wrong. He still liked to retreat into his mind where he could be alone with his thoughts.

And he did have a lot to think about just now. Like that voice. He didn't know what to think about it. As much as he tried to be in denial of it, he just couldn't. It was like nothing he had ever heard before, and he knew that none of the other students had spoken. Mr. Kurage would have heard. Besides, it seamed to almost come from, well, from inside of him. Whatever it was, it didn't seam to mean him any harm. Quite the contrary, now that he thought about it.

A knock on the door broke Yuugi from his thoughts. He shot up, throwing off the blanket and grabbing a random manga from his nightstand. "Come in!" he called, brushing at his hair so as to flatten any signs of bed-head. For some reason he didn't want his Grandpa to know that he liked to spend hours on end just staring into space, letting his mind wander. The door slowly opened and Sugoroku Muto came in.

"Yuugi," He greeted, "Could you pick up a few things from the store for me?" He said, looking over at his grandson. "It's just a few things I forgot earlier"

Yuugi put his manga down, trying to make it look convincing. "Ok!"

"I'd go myself, but the stores closing in an hour, and I've got to watch the shop."

"That's ok! I'll get going." Yuugi was always happy to help his Grandpa, seeing as he was getting pretty old, and Sugoroku was the one who took him in after Yuugi's parents had died. He had only been 8 at the time, so memories of his parents were a little foggy. For the greater part of his memory, it had only been him and his Grandpa.

"And Yuugi, pick up something for youself. Get one of those candies you like so much, that 'pooky', 'pock-ie'...stuff. Whatever it's called."

The teen grinned happily at his Grandpa and mock-saluted "Yes sir!"

Five minutes later, Yuugi was walking down the street, checking his list to see what he needed. "Let's see," he said to himself, "Toast, celery, cereal…not a whole lot." The sun was just beginning to set, casting strange distorted shadows across the pavement. The grocery store was just a few blocks away, so he wasn't in too much of a hurry.

"Hey! Yuugi!" Shouted a painfully familiar voice. Yuugi stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned; recognizing the three people he lest wanted to see. Warui, Rigaku, and Yojiro. Three thugs from school. Three massive thugs who liked to beat people up. People like Yuugi.

"What are you doing out so late?" Asked Warui mockingly, the three of them blocking his path.

"At the moment, I'm waiting for this idiotic thug to get his ugly face out of my way." Yuugi startled, realizing that the confident, slightly dangerous voice had come from himself. Where had that come from? Yuugi had never been good at come backs, especially under such circumstances as this. He was more of the awkward stuttering, squeaking type, who only thought up the best come backs after the time to use them had long passed.

Warui blinked in confusion, and then growled as he realized what Yuugi had said. "Think you're smarter then me, wimp?"

"It's not hard to be." He heard himself say. Yuugi couldn't believe it! The words just had just popped into his head. And he meant them, too. So, good!

"Well, it looks like the wimp's fighting back." Warui cracked his knuckled threateningly, the other two circling out on either side, efficiently closing off all chances of escape. "We're going to have to show him who's boss."

Yuugi felt himself smirking, "Really?" he said, arms crossed, without the slightest hint of concern, "Enlighten me."

Warui lurched forwards, rage written all over his face. Yuugi watched almost in slow motion as his fist slowly swung towards his head. Everything began to fade, and the last thing he felt was his face twisting into a hideous smile, dark rage taking over, before it all went black.

Yuugi slowly opened his eyes, blinking in confusion as he found himself standing on his front doorstep. Wait. What? He looked around in alarm, taking in his surroundings. The sun had fully set, and the street lights were all switched on...And there was apparently a large gap in his memory. How did he end up back here!? The last he remembered he was about to have his face punched in. A sudden wave of nausea shot through him, and he leaned on the door for support. That wasn't good. He felt so…drained.

He steadied himself, taking a deep breath. He told himself that there must be a logical explanation to all of this. One that he could figure out if he just thought it all through hard enough. But whatever that was, he would figure that out later, as right now he was going to go and lie down. For a good couple of hours, preferably.

As he moved to open the door, his foot brushed past something. He looked down- and gasped in shock. There, on the doorstep, were two shopping bags, each with the distinct logo of the grocery store plastered on their fronts. Yuugi stared blankly at them for a minute. Slowly he reached his hand down and peeked at the contents. A box of cereal. Toast. Celery. He just stood there for a moment longer, before slowly picking them up and stepping inside.

But what did him in was the small box of pocky at the bottom of the bag.