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I woke up as the dawn broke. I sat up and stretched before grabbing my backpack that was hanging on a nearby branch. Today was the day I was going to find the only remaining biological family member I have. His name is Solomon Muoto, he is an archaeologist and owns a game shop in Domino City, Japan. I jump from my spot in the tree and spread my wings and head off towards my future.
It takes a few hours to get to Japan from my tree in China, and I make sure to play close attention to the place that could potentially be my new home. Soon I begin to approach Domino City. I landed in a wooded area just outside the city and started to walk. I spent some time exploring the city and learning the language. Most of the other languages I learned in my travels, besides English and flock speak have faded from my mind, but I need to make sure this one stays for a while. I find arcades, restaurants, shopping malls, and a few game shops, but not my Grandfather's. I stop in one of the parks to rest for a while, and I notice an elderly man looking at me, analyzing me, but there is no feral gleam of eraser. I stare back, and there is a flash of recognition in his eyes. I watch his movements closely as he walks over to the bench I am sitting at. I tense up but I do not stop watching him and sizing him up. This could be some random stranger, someone working for the school or Itex, an eraser, or maybe the man I am looking for. He sits down next to me and smiles gently in a sort of grandfatherly way. I get the feeling that I can trust this man, and these feelings of mine have not led me wrong yet. He looks me in the eye and I notice that he has the same violet eyes that I do, eyes that I have not seen anywhere else before in my life. I speak first, "I'm guessing that you are Solomon Muoto, right?" He looks at me shocked for a moment, and breaks out into a grin.
"And I'm guessing that you are Yugi then?" He asks in return and I just smile at him and nod.
"I've come a long way to find you, Gramps." I can almost hug him I'm so happy, but he reaches out to touch me, and I can't stop myself from flinching away and cringing. Along with claustrophobia I have a fear of physical contact, probably because I never really had any positive contact before the flock was freed. I also found a cloth to cover my scar from the shock collar. I can see the worry in his eyes at my reaction, but not anger like I had feared. Maybe he will accept me for my mutant freak self. He holds out his hand for me to take, which I do, and he pulls me gently off of the bench to stand with him, I was so wrapped up in my thoughts I didn't notice him stand. He takes me back to his home, which doubles as his game shop. It is small and I can feel my claustrophobia setting in, until he shows me what was always meant to be my room, it has had a huge window in the far wall, and much to my relief, a skylight that can be opened like any other window. The entire walk over here from the park he is telling me about my parents, and himself. I learned that the most important thing in the world to him is family, and that is comforting to me. As I finish examining the room, I turn back to him as he is standing in the doorway. He looks at me with love and worry in his eyes, something that surprises me, and asks,
"Where have you been all this time?" I can see the tears in his eyes and look down. I can tell he is trustworthy. One of the abilities I gained during my time at the school is being able to tell if someone has good or bad intentions. I'm only getting good vibes from Solomon. After a few moments of hesitation, I respond.
"It's a long story, but it is probably better if I show you first." I notice his confusion and I take off my ragged jacket, and remove the cloth tied around my neck. He sucks in a breath as my scar is revealed, it looks like an angry, red bolt of electricity circling my neck. I take a deep breath, tighten and tighten my grip on my jacket and backpack in case I need to flee, and turn around to show him what the school has done to me. I shift my wings around, and look over my shoulder to see him crying. I jerk back in shock, but speaks with despair in his voice,
"How could anyone do this to a child?" I look at him, still in shock as he turns to me with a determination in his eyes, "You will never have to go back to whoever did this to you, and I promise that I will do everything in my power to protect you from them." I just stare for a moment before I realize that I am crying too, is this what it feels like to have a parent that loves you? I carefully walk up to him, and I hug him. I only come up to his shoulder, and I can't help but cry. He gently returns the hug, and rubs small circles between my shoulders, just like every flock member likes. I pull back after a moment, and look directly into his eyes, which contain an overflow of love, directed at me.
"Please call me Horus, Grandpa that is the name I chose a long time ago." He just smiles.
A month later he manages to enroll me in school, and get me caught up to where I should be. I have no idea how he did that. I am slowly warming up to him, and getting more comfortable in my new surroundings. We have discussed a lot about my past and why I sometimes behave the way I do, but I haven't told him about the file I have on myself from the school, the location of the E house, and what expiration dates are. I have also placed emergency survival packs around town, in case the School finds me again and I need to flee. I have discovered a love for games, which seems to be a family trait, and I particularly enjoy the game Duel Monsters. Sadly, the tentative routine and peace that has settled in during the past month is about to be broken because I have to start going to school. Being stuck in a room with twenty-something other people that could easily be erasers, and having to stay there and try to blend in for six hours doesn't really appeal to me.
The night before I go to my first day of school I am a ball of nerves and feathers. I am sitting in the den, when he walks in with a wrapped box. He hands the box to me, and after a moment of hesitation I tear the paper off, revealing a golden box covered in Egyptian hieroglyphics. I looked back up at him, shocked. He then tells me the story of how he found it, what it is, and the story of the nameless pharaoh. I feel like I should know who that is, but I can't remember, just like the stories I used to tell the flock. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to remember what they were about, just that I told stories and made pictures with light. I don't even remember how to make the pictures of light. I look down at the box in my hands and open it. Inside is a collection of jumbled puzzle pieces, and one piece with an eye carved onto it is staring directly at me.
Yami pov
All around me is darkness. Am I darkness too? What am I? Who am I? There is a tiny spark of light in the darkness. What does it mean? This darkness is all I can remember, but could there be a chance of freedom front this prison?
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