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#2 Author's Note: All thoughts are in italics, and that's about it.
Revival of the Heart
By: Angel's Nocturne
Chapter 10: Trapped…
It was nearly dark as Anzu rounded the last few turns on her way to the Kame Game Shop. Her breathing quickening by the second, the brunette had no plans on slowing down, her legs running on her fear of what was to come. Autumn winds sliced into her bare legs, and the heels of her boots made her feet ache; still she ran on, hoping to reach the Kame Game Shop before her legs gave out from exhaustion. Finally she saw Yugi's house up ahead.
Unlike most of the times Anzu had come to Yugi's home in the evening, the Kame Game Shop was dark and deserted; it was as if no one was inside at all. Not a single light sparkled from the windows, and yet the "Open" sign was still attached to the glass doorway, waiting to be flipped over to tell people that the store was closed. Puzzled, Anzu pressed her face against the glass to see if anyone was inside, and to her surprise the door instantly creaked open at her touch. Though now Anzu wished that she stayed home, away from the possibilities of finding the new dark threat Atemu told her about, the mere thought of Yugi in danger pushed her forward, inside the empty shop.
It took a few moments for Anzu's blue eyes to adjust to the darkness of the store; as she looked around, Anzu saw that everything remained the same. Nothing unusual screamed at Anzu, telling her to beware, other than the fact that the door was left open and there were no lights on. To her dismay, the light switch refused to work, leaving Anzu no choice but to wander through the shop alone, and in the dark.
"Hello?" Anzu asked into the stagnate air, her voice echoing slightly. "Yugi, are you home?" She received no response.
Where are you, Yugi?
"I am here, Anzu." Anzu turned abruptly towards the staircase that led up to Yugi's bedroom. Almost in answer to Anzu's question, Yugi was standing halfway on the stairs, staring down at her with cold, purple eyes. It was too dark for Anzu to really make out Yugi's face, but a gut feeling surged into her thoughts; she felt something different about Yugi, something strange… Anzu dismissed the thought and ran to the staircase.
"Yugi, you had me scared there for a second!" Anzu walked up the stairs, hoping to catch her breath after the running and wild assumptions. "I almost thought that-" Anzu could see Yugi as she slowly approached him, and as she neared him her heart began to pound hard inside her chest like a warning bell; she knew then that something was wrong. "Are… are you okay, Yugi?" Her friend merely stared at her, resembling a statue as his blank amethyst eyes bore into her azure ones. Finally he spoke in am unemotional tone of voice, like a robot.
"Come upstairs, Anzu. There are things we must discuss." He turned in one swift motion, back towards his bedroom door, his legs lightly trudging up to it. Bewildered by Yugi's actions, Anzu felt that she had no choice but to follow. Each step she took Anzu could hear a voice behind her, begging her to flee, to run, to leave.
"Anzu, don't do this!" The disembodied voice begged.
I can't leave now. Something's not right with Yugi, and I have to find out what. With that, Anzu entered the Darkness that was Yugi's room, following him into the shadows, before finding entangled in the hold of two men, and at the mercy of her former friend.
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The complete opposite to the previous night, the Domino Museum was filled with light and overall noise. Police cars surrounded the building all day long, never letting any of the disappointed tourists or over-anxious media reporters in. Within its concrete walls, the police chief of the city of Domino was standing inside the security guard office, his expression one of disbelief. He was watching the video surveillance from the previous night as it replayed in a loop, constantly showing the same images. One minute the security guard for the late night shift was standing near one of the exhibits, reading the board over it and the next- the room was completely empty, as if the young man had disappeared. The image once again repeated itself, and the chief took a closer inspection of the sarcophagus that the guard had been examining; just before the guard vanished, a hand crawled out a crack between the lid and bottom of the coffin, as if it had been pushed open. The police chief's mouth fell open.
A mummy! What in blazes-
The sudden ringing of his cell phone interrupted his shock. Clearing his throat, he flipped open his cell and placed it to his ear. "Yamamoto speaking."
"What's going on at the museum?" A foreign female voice asked. Yamamoto grinned.
""Everything's alright, Ms. Ishtar. I know that as the curator of Domino Museum, and as a part of the Egyptian government, you have every right to be worried." His optimistic attitude failed to bring a welcoming response from his caller; the grin slid off his whiskered face.
"How is the investigation going, Mr. Yamamoto?"
"We're working on it, but so far things aren't going too well. The security guard in charge last night was found curled up in the surveillance room, apparently in shock and speaking in all this gibberish. We found an open sarcophagus at the crime scene, and it appears that the mummified body inside was stolen. Strange thing is, though, the glass encasing the mummy and its sarcophagus wasn't broken at all, so there was no way for the thief to have opened the thing and removed the mummy." Yamamoto failed to inform the curator about what he recently saw on the tape, fearing that she would take him for a liar, and to top it off, this was official police business that he was giving away, though not without a nice payoff in the end. There was an odd pause on the line before she answered him back.
"Mr. Yamamoto, I am requesting that your men leave the museum immediately. I'm on my way from the airport as we speak, so I will take over with the investigation from there."
"Ms. Ishtar, I assure you that we have everything secure and that there is no need to-"
"I'm afraid that I have not made myself clear. Please dismiss your men and yourself. If you refuse, then wait for me to arrive in about fifteen minutes. We can discuss this matter later." The woman hung up, and the cell phone stayed silent for a moment before Yamamoto finally clicked it off.
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Author's Note: I don't have much to say today, but I will say that I do love all my reviewers, and that you are all wonderful people. Until the next update, then!