Make a move

Chapter 4

~Yuugi~

Yuugi tossed and turn in his bed. He let out a muffled moan of agony. The pain was starting to become a bit too much for him. He let out a groan, partly out of frustration, as he tried to make himself comfortable enough to get some much needed sleep. His mother had insisted on taking Yuugi to the hospital and his grandfather was starting to agree with her. But Yuugi asked to wait till the morning. He had been given medication from the walk in clinic which should be helping. Yuugi knew it took time for the medication to do is work, but maybe something else was wrong and that's why he was feeling worse. But he wanted to try and wait till morning. If the medication had more time he was hopeful that it would help.

Rolling over on to his side he leaned over the edge of his bed. He felt like he was about to throw up. Yuugi hadn't been this sick in years and never wanted to be this sick again. At this point he would give anything to not be sick right now. Sadly the world didn't work that way.

A crack of thunder sounded outside. The room lit up with the flash of lightening. It felt almost like every time the weather got worse Yuugi felt more sick. He had started to half blame the weather for this. But he knew it was silly. The weather did not have that much control over him or anyone else for that matter.

Letting out a sigh Yuugi laid on his stomach and kept his head half leaning over the edge of his bed. If he was going to throw up he was not about to do it on his bed. He began to break out in a cold sweat and he could feel his body starting to shake. It was odd how the room felt hot but he was freezing. He stared blankly at the wall across from his bed. The room felt like it was spinning and Yuugi was beginning to feel like he should call out to his mother or grandfather. Maybe he had waited this out long enough.

Trying to focus his vision he looked up to his night stand to read his alarm clock. The bright red digital numbers looked like they said it was past midnight. He shut his eyes quickly. Checking the time had been a bad idea. This was it he was going to throw up. He tried calling out to his mother but nothing but a groan came out. There was a feeling in the back of his throat that said it was no or never.

~Ryou~

Seto had to help Ryou to the wash room. It had come on suddenly. The same dizziness that Ryou had felt the day before when he had struggled to make his way home. The room felt like it was spinning and he felt ready to throw up. Walking straight was not something he could do on his own so Seto let Ryou lean on him. Once in the washroom Ryou insisted on being alone. Even if all he needed to do was throw up it was still awkward having someone in there watching him.

With this new found symptom Seto insisted on getting a doctor or a nurse to come check on him. Ryou tried explaining that this is how he felt long before the accident, but Seto would hear nothing of it. He realized it was pointless to argue with him. One sign of a concussion was throwing up Ryou knew this. Another was headaches. But the doctor had said he didn't seem to have one. But this didn't sit well with Seto.

Moments later Seto was back followed by a nurse. "Ryou?" There was a knock on the washroom door. It wasn't locked do they could easily get in if they needed to. Ryou responded with a soft moan of pain. Opening the door slowly Seto stepped aside to let the nurse into the washroom.

Ryou sat on the floor in front of the toilet waiting to see if he would throw up or not. "How are you feeling?" He wanted to snap at the nurse. How did it look like he was feeling? But he held his tongue, after all she was just doing her job. It was not her fault he felt this way. "Dizzy and like I'm going to...to.." Ryou leaned forward over the toilet. The nurse pulled his hair back as his stomach emptied itself.

His body shaking the nurse tried speaking to him. There was a soft ringing in his ears and her voice sounded muffled. His vision blurred and he closed his eyes. It took him a moment to realize he had fallen over but thankfully someone broke his fall.

~Seto~

He reached Ryou in seconds. Ryou swayed causing him to fall over. Seto pushed the nurse out of his way making sure he caught Ryou before he had fallen. The nurse didn't seem to mind one bit. Last thing Ryou needed right now was to hurt himself further. Seto gave Ryou a moment to collect himself He put one hand on the floor in front of him and tried to steady himself. Blinking a few times he looked up at Kaiba confused.

They gave Ryou a few minutes to pull himself together before Seto and the nurse helped him back to his bed. "Try to keep him awake. I'll be back in a moment with the on call doctor." It was late and the doctor that had been monitoring Ryou's condition had already left for the night.

Looking at his watch Seto confirmed just how late it actually was. "Past midnight?" He rubbed his eyes, they were sore from lack of sleep. Ryou had been trying to get him to go home and rest. He insisted that he was fine. Clearly he was not as fine as he thought he was.

Seto couldn't wait for the doctor to get there to give them a piece of his mind. They had given Ryou the clear that he didn't have a concussion. Clearly what just happened said other wise. Concussions weren't normally something to worry about, but they could turn bad fast if not treated properly. If he hadn't have been here would Ryou have forced himself to go to the washroom on his own? Most likely. Ryou was not the type to ask for help unless he felt he absolutely needed it.

"I hear you're not feeling to well tonight Mr. Bakura." Seto could see Ryou shift uncomfortably on his bed. Ryou didn't like being called by his last name. It had something to do with what happened years ago with Yuugi and his friends.

Before Seto could lash out at the doctor he was asked to leave. Just as he opened his mouth to protest Ryou sat up slowly and asked Seto to go. Sighing he left, door shutting quietly behind him. He stood close to the door hoping to at least hear what the doctor said to Ryou. He knew the doctor would tell him or at least Ryou would after, but he couldn't help himself.

It felt like it had been hours since Seto was asked to leave Ryou's room, though it had most likely only been a few minutes. The young CEO paced restlessly outside his friend's room. Hospital staff would stop a moment and look at him as they made their rounds. He imagined most people didn't stay the night in the hospital unless they were a patient. Seto had told himself he would head home that night but couldn't bring himself to do so even if Ryou had wanted him to. He again found himself thankful he had chosen to be stubborn and stayed.

The door to his left opened and he turned quickly to see the doctor leave Ryou's room. "Mr. Kaiba is it?" The doctor left Ryou's door open a few inches as he turned to fully face Seto. "You're a bit younger than I thought you would be." Seto narrowed his eyes at the doctor who only offered a smile in return. "I was just expecting someone a bit older as Ryou's emergency contact." Ryou clearly had asked to not be called by his last name.

Seto studied the man for a moment. He had always found the night staff in hospitals to not truly be up to the task of taking care of the ill or injured. This man though seemed well put together. He was clean shaven and had his hair was neatly styled. Underneath his white coat he wore a dress shirt and tie. His clothes were clean and freshly ironed. There was hope for the night staff yet.

"When I heard the name Kaiba I half expected it to he Gozaburo Kaiba." Seto was not in the mood to talk about his step father. He crossed his arms over his chest, "My father has been missing for quiet some time now." The doctor nodded and looked to be deep in thought.

Putting his right hand in his pocket the doctor turned his head to Ryou's room before speaking, "It's a shame is parents aren't here. I imagine that would bring some comfort to him." The doctor looked back at Seto and he was sure that he could see the worry written on Seto's face. "There is no need for concern. I've spoken with Ryou and it doesn't seem to be a concussion," Where did this doctor get his PHD from? Seto made a mental note to have the school shut down if it was within his power to do so, "I did check the results of the CT scan Ryou had. There was nothing there that was a cause for concern, but to be safe I will have another one done." Apparently having half a brain was enough to become a doctor these days, there was hope for the mutt yet. "Based on what Ryou has told me I feel that he might have caught something from being out in this terrible weather for too long. He was not in the best of shape when he arrived here so I wouldn't be surprised if he is sick as well."

Sighing in relief Seto felt himself relax. He hadn't even realized he had been so tense. If it was a cold that could easily be treated. "Its nothing serious?" It didn't hurt to check. The doctor remained silent for a moment. "I don't think it will be if we treat it quickly so I will be prescribing medication for him now." Seto liked the fact that this man didn't seem to want to take any risks. "Unfortunately there is a chance he could still have a concussion. I will make sure the staff check on him often. He is complaining of a migraine and vomiting are signs of a concussion. He needs rest but he should be fine."

Seto entered Ryou's room to find him asleep. He knew in a few hours a nurse would be here to check on him. He took his seat next to Ryou's bed feeling a bit foolish for worrying so much. Ryou would be fine he just needed rest. There was no need for him to panic. Than again he might be less panicked if he could have Ryou seen to by his own doctors. "Maybe I could have him transferred?"

~Atemu~

Memories of the past began slipping away from him long ago. The 3000 year war against the thief and the shadow games felt as if they were no more than a terrible dream. Yuugi and his friends faded from his mind as well. Soon his mind was blank and no memory or thought came to him. This world of the after life was calming and peaceful.

From the moment he had gotten here he felt as if he were floating down a river. The current was lazy and made him feel tired. Though he could not sleep. The water felt like the finest silk. His body moved through it with ease. The sunlight was warm over head and the water was cool to the touch. He felt as if he could stay here like this forever.

His body was completely relaxed. All tension gone. It was as if the river had messaged years of stress out of his muscles and they felt as if they were bran new. All his cares and worries washed away with the stream.

It had been so quiet here that, for the first time in so long, when he here a voice it startled him. The voice was familiar but he could not place it. Words were muffled as if the water had completely surround him. For the first time he felt the need to open his eyes. The moment he had the panic set in.

All around him was dark murky water. The warmth from the sun had vanished and the cool now water froze him to the bone. Quickly he shut his eyes willing these changes to go away. He begged for forgiveness clearly he had upset some form of balance by the simple act of opening his eyes. Nothing changed, the water continued to feel like ice against his skin. So he allowed himself to open his eyes again.

When he did, the young Pharaoh saw nothing but empty darkness all around him there was light above him and he pushed himself to move towards it. It was no use, his body was too cold to move. Almost as if his body had been froze solid.

His lungs burn and he realized he had been holding his breath. It had been so long since he last needed to actually breath it was as if he had forgotten how it worked. Opening his mouth he let water fill his lungs. They burned as he breathed in the icy water. He tried to scream but nothing came out.

Still the voice spoke to him and begged it to leave him be. He wanted to go back to the surface where he had been so at peace. The voice sounded as if it were coming from below him. Again he tried in vain to kick his feet and push himself to the surface. It was than he realized that something had caught hold of his legs. He looked down to find that everything from the knee down had been swallowed by darkness. The darkness slowly crept up his legs and was threatening to swallow him whole.

The water began rushing around him with so much force he felt as if his legs would be torn off and his body carried away. But this darkness held on tight and his body stayed in tact. Was he going to be killed by this water? Was it some form of punishment?

Soon the darkness began creeping up his arms and his chest. He reached one arm forward towards the surface of the water. "No please, someone, anyone, help me!"

As soon as he was completely swallowed by this darkness he felt as if he were falling. Wind rushed past him and as soon as it had started it stopped. A sharp pain shoot through his left shoulder. It had broken his fall. His head hit the hard floor as well making him see stars. For a moment he lay there in pain and confusion.

When he finally allowed himself to move he sat up slowly. Besides the pain in his shoulder and the on coming headache he felt fine. Sighing he open his eyes and looked around taking in his surroundings.

This room looked so familiar to him. He had been here before but he couldn't quiet place it. The room was dark but he could make out a lot of what was in the room. Next to him was a desk, he used to it to him pull himself to his feet. Looking up he saw a window on the ceiling, this he remembered was a sky light. Yuugi had taught him this,

His eyes widened at the thought of Yuugi. "No." He spoke barely above a whisper. This couldn't be Yuugi's place could it? Memories of his time here came flooding back causing him to panic. Had that been a dream? Had he not succeed in his mission?

Atemu continued to study the room. He had to be certain that this truly was Yuugi's room. The desk was still in the same spot, a window in front of it just like Yuugi's had been. It was dark outside and a bit cloudy but there was enough light coming in that he could see other parts of the room. A few small trophy's lay around the room. Some he had seen before from when Yuugi had won duel monster tournaments. Most were new. Atemu felt a bit a pride as he stared at them.

The bed had been where it always been. Photos littered the wall beside it. None of them he reconsigned but he knew the people in them. They were all of Yuugi's friends. Sighing, he realized it was true. He really was in Yuugi's room.

Maybe it had truly just been a dream. He might have taken over Yuugi's body and fallen out of bed. But when he attempted to enter his own soul room it didn't work. Confused he look down at his hands. They were pale just like Yuugi's. Had he forced Yuugi out some how by mistake? He wasn't wearing the puzzle so maybe he needed to put it back on?

He checked Yuugi's desk in hopes of seeing the puzzle there. Its smooth gold surface glittering in the moon light. But sadly it wasn't there. He made his way over to Yuugi's nightstand in hopes that it might be there. Yuugi often left it there when he went to bed.

As he walked closer to the nightstand he realized just how far away from the bed he had been. There was no way he could have fallen out of bed and made it over to Yuugi's desk. Had he rolled there in his fall?

A noise to the right caught his attention. He turned quickly in time to see Yuugi's bedroom window wide open. A flash of white and a shadowy figure jumping through it was all he saw. Atemu froze only for a moment before he raced over to the desk and leaned over it. Peering out the window he saw a figure move down the front of the building and down to the street. It moved so smoothly and with out sound. As the figure made it to the street it moved under the street light.

It was Bakura. Thoughts raced through Atemu's mind. Bakura must have been the reason why Atemu woke where he had. He hadn't fallen out of bed the thief most likely knocked him out. The puzzle was missing so clearly Bakura had taken it.

The thief had never broken into Yuugi's home before. Not once in this modern world had he tried to take the puzzle from them either. So why now of all times did he want it?

"Damn he moves fast doesn't he?" Atemu jumped at the deep voice next to him. He stepped back his foot caught on a bit of fabric causing him to fall. In the fall something pulled around his neck choking him. "He moves with much more grace than you Pharaoh."

Atemu coughed and let out a soft groan. His back was sore and yet again he was seeing stars. The owner of the voice chuckled softly and the next thing he knew someone had lifted him to his feet. He allowed this stranger to hold him up right for a moment while he got his barrings.

"I understand the last time we saw each other I tried to send you and your hikari to the shadow realm, but honestly I am a changed man." There was a small hint of amusement in the strangers voice.

Backing away slowly Atemu pulled at the cloth around his neck. He turned slightly and leaned to the side to turn on the lamp at Yuugi's bed side table. Light illuminated the room making it much easier to see. Thank Ra for modern technology.

Atemu straightened and faced the man in front of him. "Malik!" First Bakura and now Malik what in Ra's name was going on here? Malik offered Atemu a twisted smile. "What are you and Bakura up to? Why are you here and where is the millennium puzzle?" He tried to sound as threatening as he could. But his throat still hurt from the fall and it came out more like he was in pain rather than threatening.

Malik put one hand in his pocket and tilted his head to the side. He gave Atemu a look of great curiosity and studied the Pharaoh for a moment. "The real question here is, whats wrong with your hikari and how long do you plan on ignoring him?"

The Pharaoh stared at Malik as if he were insane. He was sure this was a normal look people often gave the Egyptian teen. Malik pointed behind him in the direction of Yuugi's bed. Atemu looked behind himself and his jaw dropped.

There Yuugi was laying half off of his bed. Clearly he had not been well. He had vomited all over his floor and Atemu's foot was very close to stepping in it. "Y-yuugi?" Before Atemu could rush to his side there came a knock at Yuugi's door. Yuugi's mother called out from behind the closed door. Panicking Atemu grabbed Malik by the arm and pulled him to the closet pushing him inside. Atemu followed him inside and shut the door leaving it open just enough to see Yuugi from the door.

Moments later his mother entered the room followed by his grandfather. They woke Yuugi quickly. His mother fretted over him and his grandfather left to get something to clean up the mess. Yuugi sleepily replied to his mother, insisting that he was fine and he was feeling much better. Atemu was left wondering if Yuugi had been sick recently, he could not recall.

"Its nice don't you think. That his mother cares about him I mean." Malik whispered from about Atemu. He looked up to see the other yami leaning over him peering out the door. Atemu gently pushed him back and turned to face him. "What did you do Malik?"