Just Us Two, Forever

Father-Son Story (YY and Y)

'Thought'

"Speech"

(My Comments)

At the end of each part I will now put some lyrics to a song I will reveal later. It's all one song and it's line for line.

Chapter 2: Huge Difference

"Yugiiiii" Jonouchi said, waving his hand in front of his best friend's tired face. Yugi hadn't slept at all last night; he kept having nightmares about his mother's funeral. Yugi just ignored him and rested his head on his desk. "Come on man, wake up. Sensei is going to get angry if he sees you sleeping in his classroom" said Honda from his seat. "I'm not really feeling well guys." Yugi said honestly as he lifted his head. "You don't look it either. Why not go to the nurse?" asked Jonouchi, examining yugi's face. "Because there is no point. I don't want to make grandpa angry that he had to come pick me up" replied Yugi. "Yeah, but you look bad, no offence but come on, I'm sure gramps will forgive you when he sees you" said Honda. Before they could push the matter any further though, the Math sensei walked into the classroom.

Yugi smiled as he read the amazing tales of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter. It seemed Yugi could relate to this story, he and Harry were alike in everyway. Orphaned. All except for the point that both Harry's parents were killed. Yugi's father just walked away, that was a huge difference.

Just as he turned the page to find out if Harry was going to get yelled at by snape with tonks by his side, Yugi was interrupted by a shadow over his page. He looked up, only to see the concerned face of Ms.Joyce, the school nurse. "Oh, you poor boy!" she exclaimed, lifting Yugi quickly. Jonouchi and Honda were behind Ms.Joyce. Yugi gave them a sharp look, which they just looked away. "These boys told me that you were looking sickly and they were right! Oh, we have to call your grandfather Yugi, you need rest!" she said quickly and began to drag Yugi from the bench in the schoolyard.

Yugi knew they were just looking out for him, but he still felt a sort of anger towards Jono and Honda. He told them not to and they did anyways. He would soon get over this, though; Yugi wasn't the type to keep a grudge.

After Yugi went home with his grandfather, who was terribly worried for him, he was once at ease. Taking a warm shower and changing into his pj's, Yugi fell against his soft bed and almost instantly fell asleep.

Anxiety, regret, pity, sadness. All these things wound in yugi's head as he stood in his black tux at his mother's coffin-side. He was all alone in the church except for a nun near-by the door, who was refilling the sacred oils. Yugi slumped over his mother's open coffin, his tears spilling onto her cold face. "Mom…mom…" Yugi kept uttering this word over and over, his tears never ceasing. "Why mom…you've left me all alone…please…just tell me your sleeping…please. . ." Yugi muttered. Anna's eyes did not open, and her body stayed rigid.

Yugi held his head down as his mother's coffin was lowered into her grave as choir members began singing softly in the background "Today we are gathered here in the memory of Anna Elizabeth Mouto, Mother, Friend, and a truly special woman. She was always delicate, always caring and raised a handsome young man. No one will forget the deeds she has done; no one will forget her ever. So as this day passes. . . ." Yugi toned out the rest of what the priest was saying. He knew everything already. He just didn't want to accept it. Yugi's grandfather placed his hand on yugi's shoulder either to comfort Yugi, or just to be reassured Yugi was there for him. It was his only daughter. Perhaps that was the reason he wanted to adopt Yugi. Not because he loved Yugi, but because Yugi reminded him of Anna.

"Yugi, why didn't you help me?" questioned Anna's voice. The gravesite became gray, and nobody moved. "Mom?" asked Yugi, looking up. Anna's body was not moving. "You couldn't help me…and I died alone…' came her voice again.

"MOM! IT'S NOT MY FAULT!" yelled Yugi to the gray sky. "It is" said a voice behind Yugi. Before Yugi could turn, the man already had a knife to his neck. Images flashed by quickly. Images of when Yugi was younger, but in each image, it seemed yugi's father was faded out, making the face unknown, but the voice all the clearer.

Yugi woke up in a cold sweat. He had nearly fallen off the bed. He panted for air, remembering the horrid dream. "Why . . . why does that keep happening? " Yugi said. He looked at his alarm clock. It read 7:40. He fell asleep around 1:00. "Man, that was one long dream" Yugi muttered, rubbing his headed, running his fingers through his semi- wet blonde bangs (they are wet from sweat. Hey that rhymes!). He got up, instantly feeling woozy and sat back down. "Guess I'm not all that better. Maybe I should eat something?" he questioned himself, standing straight again. Yugi walked downstairs, only to be blocked by grandpa. "Here, I already made you something to eat" he said, shoving a bowl of soup into yugi's hands. "Um, thanks" Yugi said and was rushed back up to his room. He was about to just do his homework, but grandpa took the books from him. "Grandpaaaaaa I have to do homework" said Yugi, reaching for his book bag.

"Nope, you need rest. You better eat that soup and go back to sleep or no TV for a week!" said grandpa. Yugi sighed and flopped onto his bed. Grandpa closed the door. Yugi didn't want to back to sleep; no did he even want to eat. He took a few sips of soup with his spoon, then placed the bowl on his desk and began to draw.

The talents that Yugi had were limitless, ranging from games to writing stories. He loved to draw and write stories and lyrics to songs the most. He drew all kinds of duel monsters and he drew all different sceneries with his ever-changing moods. As he was drawing, yugi's mind wandered back towards the gold piece he found at the warehouse that day. Slowly but surely his drawing hand began to slow down and then come to a stop. "I got to find that piece" said Yugi, standing up. He began to search his room top to bottom for that piece but found it nowhere. After searching a half an hour, he gave up. "Man, where could I have put it……." Said Yugi aloud. Thinking back he tried his hardest to remember where he put it. "Ah! The box!" said Yugi, sitting up straight.

Yugi rushed downstairs and went into the den (lets say he has one) and lifted the broken floorboard. There he kept all his childhood toys and stuff. He had letters from his mom, letters from jono and Honda, he had little toys in there, even had his first story in there. It was about a bug name Tom who grew up to be king of the anthill. Yugi laughed as he read the first few lines. He moved it aside and found what he was looking for; the little gold piece.

Holding it in his hands gave him the kind of warmth that he had felt when he was a child holding this thing. What kind of spell did it have on him, he wondered that. Anyways, finding this gold piece, Yugi inspected it. It was as gold as it was back then, glistening in the light. He knew there must have been others, and so he wanted to find them, like this piece was asking to find the rest.

Yugi put on his trainers hastily and went to his room door. "Better sneak out. Grandpa should be watching his show by now" said Yugi to himself and walked down the stairs carefully. Once he made it outside he went towards the warehouse. Surprisingly he remembered where it was. Once he made it there, Yugi felt the same eerie feeling he felt back then. Something about this place…

Yugi went to the spot he was before. He suddenly had the erge to start digging. "I know it, it's down here somewhere…somewhere…" he said, digging at the spot. Soon enough, once he was foot or two under the dirt, he saw a glint of gold under some dirt. "Found it!" Yugi sighed in relief. He picked up the piece and dusked it off. It glimmered up at him and then it hit Yugi. "Why am I so obsessed with finding gold pieces?" he asked himself. "Is clinging to something from the past really going to make me happy again?" asked Yugi to himself.

"There is only one way to find out" he said, and began digging once more. Several minutes went by and he found another and so on. It seemed they were scattered in different places, but within the same area. But they were feet below feet of dirt, the must have been left there for years. After digging for what must have been an hour, Yugi stopped. His hands were covered in muddy earth and what layed next to him were about 15 pieces of shinny gold.

"I think that's all of them" said Yugi, picking up a piece of gold, which had an eye on it. "Now, let's see what your suppose to be" said Yugi, picking up all the pieces and leaving.

Once Yugi got home, he sneaked by grandpa and up the stairs. He placed the gold onto his bed and went into the bathroom. He washed his hands but immediately regretted it. He flinched as the water touched his hands. He lifted them to his face and saw a few cuts on them. "I guess the dirt had sharp rocks or something" Yugi said. Then how come he didn't feel anything while digging? Surely he would have felt if it cut him. Drying his hands carefully, Yugi went back into his room.

Please don't let this turn into something it's not
I can only give you everything I've got
I can't be as sorry as you think I should
But I still love you more than anyone else could.