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Lonely

By this point Vivian was truly at the end of her rope. In the past two weeks she had called in countless people to help her handle her...problem. And of the all not a one had come out successfully. Psychics, exorcists, Buddhists, hell-even people who had referred to themselves as " Spiritual Assassins." All of them had fled the house screaming within the first five minutes, vowing never to return. And so, with no other choice left to her, Vivian watched from behind her Coco Chanel sun glasses as the demolition crew began making their way in to the house. The Manor was stunning. She really hadn't wanted it to come to this. But when push comes to shove, Vivian Wong will always fight back and win. Whether that entails lying, blackmail...or removing the problem all together. Beside her Alister watched as the men readied jack hammers, chain saws, drills, and a very impressive looking wrecking ball. A wrecking ball for Christ's sake! " Uh, Viv? Don't you think this is, well, kind of excessive?"

" Fuck excessive! I have huffed and puffed and now I'm going to rip this place down! I want my treasure! They can't haunt a pile of rubble for Christ's sake!" And besides, once she had the treasure she could always just build another mansion. No great loss. A loud bang from within stopped her train of thought, followed by the demonic cackling she'd learned to recognize as her " Guests." Her face flushed with rage as the workers spilled out of the house in a tide of orange and green vests, hard hats and screeching men." Oh for the love of-hey! I'm paying you three times your commission rate for shit! GET YOUR ASSES BACK IN THERE!" She might as well have been talking to the wind as a flurry of men, trucks and one dragging wrecking ball flew past her. When was it going to end?! What the hell was it going to take for her to claim what was rightfully hers?! Unknown to them all a pair of sad violet eyes watched it all from his place at the attic window.

Alone again. Yugi sighed tiredly as he wandered away from the window, his eyes downcast shadowed by his white lightning bolt shaped bangs. Why did they always have to scare everyone away? He loved his uncles, he really did. But sometimes ( All the time), they made him want to pull his hair out! ( Well, he would if he actually had any.) He honestly could not comprehend the seemingly insatiable desire they all seemed to share to scare everyone half to death! Well, technically, they weren't his uncles. Yugi had been the first one to live here. And not long after he had died, perhaps a year or so later, the three of them had joined him. They had taken care of the manor in life, so in death they felt it was owed to them. Or so they said. Yugi would just have to take their words for it. He couldn't remember much of anything. He could barely remember who he was or how he died. He scarcely remembered being alive. He couldn't remember much about himself-or even who his family was. Physically he knew he had purple eyes and spiky hair. That was all.

He knew the appearance they showed people wasn't wholly accurate. People don't look like floating pillow cases. But Yugi always had a hunch about such an issue. He had seen other spirits certainly throughout his years. Spirits who looked like see-through people. They had real faces and hair and clothes and distinctive things about themselves that made them people. ( Well, before.) Not like the near cartoonish appearance he or his uncles had. Yugi supposed it all had to do with memory. Their bodies, if they could be considered that, did have texture to it, but something had to give it shape. Like the caterpillar turns in to a butterfly, death only transforms you in to another state of being. And with no memories to shape him, what else was his energy supposed to do but take on it's own? His theory could be qualified as a proven one given the only two things he could remember about his physical body were the only physical traits that distinguished him now from a simple cloud of white vapor.

The more days that went by the more he tended to forget. He could no longer remember the feeling of the sun on his skin or the taste of a home-cooked meal. He couldn't even remember what it feels like to touch someone. A handshake. A hug. A kiss. Nothing. All he had to show for himself now were three crazy " uncles" and a house too empty to his liking. He wanted more! All he wanted, all he would ever pray for now was a friend. A naïve wish he knew. But was it really too much to ask? To have a friend to talk to, to laugh with? Someone who might look at him and not be afraid. Someone to share secrets and fears with-someone to confide in. Someone to erase this lonely ache in his heart. But it was impossible. Whatever chances were given to him were gone as soon as they came when others encountered his ghostly face or worse, his uncles. Seriously, what was with them?!

Uncle Bakura was the leader. Or at least, that's how he has always presented himself. He was definitely the bossiest, ordering Yugi around like he was his personal slave. With either a wave of his hand or a toss of his fluffy white, long hair. His deep brown eyes-so brown they were almost black-always bored in to his soul ( How ironic) any time Yugi dared ignore any of his commands. And he was definitely the leader in his lover's relationship. Consisting of Bakura and his other two uncles. The tie that bound the three seemed to be how much they loved scaring the living daylights out of everyone. If asked about rank, then his Uncle Malik would be considered next in line. Surprising, considering he didn't look much older than Yugi himself, with his shoulder-length pale blonde spiked hair and deep burgundy eyes. He seemed to be the most possessive of the three. No one was allowed in his room or to touch his things unless he told them so. Uncle Malik expressedly forbade Yugi from talking to anyone outside of " Family" ( Unless of course he ever wanted to scare someone-as if!) and never failed to remind Yugi that he was " his" nephew. When expressing such he would never say " our" like the other two. He would always say: " You're my nephew, Yugi." He'd say, his eyes trained fiercely on him.

And last but certainly not lest was his Uncle Marik, with his wild spiked blonde hair going every which way and his bright red eyes always so aglow with energy. Honestly...Yugi couldn't tell if his Uncle Marik was ADHD, or just plain crazy. He was the most " Active" of his uncles, always the first in line to get in a good scare. And if he was bored, he would sometimes resort to scaring everyone else! Once Yugi had been reading quietly by himself, then out of nowhere Uncle Marik's head had shot out of the pages of the book to scream a banshee's scream right in his face! If he weren't dead already Yugi was sure he'd have died of a heart attack! Uncle Marik's bright red eyes always shined with mischief. He was the kind of person who couldn't operate a blender without blowing it up. ( Though of course knowing him, he'd probably blow up the appliance for fun. Just ask their old can opener.) None of his uncles talked much about themselves. When Yugi pressed the issue once Uncle Bakura had only fixed him with an icy glare and said: " There's nothing I care to remember that would be worth telling you." In other words, he didn't remember much either. In fact, none of them seemed to.

But still, even so, Yugi would have liked to know about what little things they did remember. If only to feel closer to them like a real family. Not just another member of the household. In fact the only one whom ever shared anything with him was Uncle Marik. On a whim one day, not long after Yugi's first attempt Marik had floated over to him, crossed his arms over his muscular chest and said only one thing. " I know I've never had a family. I was orphaned as soon as I was born. For all I can remember this mansion has always been my home and it always will be. This family is all I know and all I will ever need to know. Bakura, Malik...even you, Brat." Then he had ruffled his spiky head and then floated over to the east end of the grounds. To set the flower bed on fire. Despite the chaos and terror each one wreaked upon the house, or him if they were bored, they were all capable of just as much love.

The times Yugi had seen his uncles sharing a tender kiss, or reaching out to give a caring touch to the to one another was when Yugi secretly envied them the most. Their connection was so strong. Him? Very rarely did he ever feel like just another presence in the house. That was another reason Yugi so desperately wished for a friend. If books and television had taught him anything, it was that a great friendship could turn in to a great love. That, in his heart of hearts was what he really wanted. To give his heart and soul to someone who maybe-just maybe could give theirs to him. To never be alone or unloved. ' Yeah, dream on Yugi.' Sighing heavily he floated through the floor to land in one of the manor's T.V rooms on a plush armchair. Taking the remote he lazily flipped on the television and rested his chin in his hand. The screaming face of a young girl, a growl from a beastly face as it grabbed her. ' When I Was A Teenage Werewolf. Seen it.' He flipped the channel.

A man dressed in a pristine white chef's suit, a too happy smile on his face. " I garuntee this dish is gonna change your life!"

" Liar." He mumbled, changing the channel again. The numbers 20/20 flashed on the screen, followed by a pretty blonde anchor woman dressed in red.

" Tonight on 20/20, we go in to the mind of a man who calls himself ' The ghost doctor.' " Now this might be worth watching! Fully alert now Yugi turned up the volume and watched the screen intently. " A therapist for the dead? Are you depressed? Are you anxious? Are you lonely? Do you need someone to talk to? No problem!... If you're a ghost." The image flipped from the woman to show the face of a man. His black hair was pulled back in to a ponytail, with golden jagged bangs framing his face. Warm crimson eyes gazed back at him through a pair of square spectacles, a smile playing around his neatly trimmed beard.

" You can call them ghosts, if you like, or as I refer to them ' The living impaired.' But the bottom line is they need help sometimes. Just like the rest of us." The image switched again to show the man holding a picture of a beautiful woman with red hair, cherry lips, finely chiseled features and a kind smile. Her lavender eyes shined with life and vitality. The man touched the photograph almost reverently, his eyes shadowed with sadness as the woman reporter spoke again behind this scene.

" After the death of his wife Aki, Dr. Aknamkannon Sennen gave up conventional psychiatry-and some say conventional sanity. Now along with his son Yami, full name Yami Atemu Sennen, they travel from town to town searching for paranoid poltergeists." At the mention of the doctor's son the image flipped to the person in question...and Yugi could barely breathe. A handsome young man appeared on the screen, his crimson eyes so like his father's staring out around the street the camera filmed him from. Lightning bolt golden bangs framed his aristocratic face, the high cheekbones and sharp chin reminiscent of his mother. His hair was a wild mass of spiked black, red and gold. Dark wash blue jeans hugged his seemingly endless legs and a black sleeveless shirt covered his torso, showing off his muscular body. All in all he was sinfully attractive. The scene changed and now Yami was walking down a street, wire fencing flanking his side as a male reported questioned him as he moved.

" Yami Sennen, how do you feel about what your father does for a living?"

" Can you please not ask me that?" He growled, and Yugi shivered where he sat as the baritone voice washed over him from the television.

" Do you believe in ghosts? Have you seen one? Do you believe in your father's work at all? Do you think your father's crazy?" The reporter fired. By this time it seemed like the young man had lost all patience. He stopped dead in his tracks and fixed the camera with a stare that screamed ' Don't fuck with me.'

" Just so you know, you're really starting to piss me off. So I suggest you either leave me alone, or keep it up until I kill you myself. That ought to answer all of your questions." The 20/20 sign came up again before switching to a commercial. Yugi felt for him. He wouldn't like someone calling his family crazy either. Excitement hummed through him as the epiphany dawned on him. This was it! Dr. Sennen dealt with ghosts all the time! No way his uncles would be able to scare him off! And the thought of Yami staying here-in his house-living in his house...the matter was all but settled in his mind. But how could he get them here? Umm... Wait! What was that woman's name? Veronica? Victoria? Vanessa...? Oh, right! He remembered now!

" Vivian..." Yugi shot up like a bullet from his chair and then flew from the room, already planning his next move.

Done! So how did you like this insight in to Yugi's...afterlife? Next chapter: Yami and his dad come to Mutou Manor! Woooot! Please R&R and as always bless your happy happiness!