So sorry for the long wait! Been very busy with bloody school… Finally got it…
"I'm gunna go get ready for school..." I muttered wriggling out of my mother's grip.
My mother quickly reached out with both hands and took a firm hold of wrist tightly "No- not today..." she rushed in a panic "I want to keep an eye on you..."
"But school-"
"No school today. Home today."
I blinked at her, before nodding. She loosens her grip on my wrist and let her hands drop heavily. Her head fell, and she slowly turned round in her seat and placed her head and arms on the table in tiredly. I thought about going back over to her and giving her a hug, but instead I turned round and ran up the stairs. I jumped into my room and flung myself on to my bed. I scrunched my eyes tightly shut and curled up into a ball.
When I opened my eyes it was 10:09. I thought for the reason I wasn't at school, until I remembered. Like I had just three and half hours ago, I turned the tv on. The news wasn't on this time, only television programs for toddlers. I sat there, just staring at the screen, not taking a thing in. I giggled slightly when Nyanpire came on. I must say I have a soft spot for that cute little kitten...
The five minute short ended, and I was left with the mickey mouse clubhouse- which really didn't interest me.
'I can't just stay here all day- no matter how miserable I am!'
I sat up as determination set through my body, making me feel invincible. I shot up out of bed and straightened my night clothes before strolling out my room and down stairs. First things first- Coffee, cereal and cartoons. The 3 big Cs.
I tried my best to walk with a spring in my step, but I still didn't have the true feelings to do it. I bounced in to the kitchen and straight away started making coffee- my arms working as if they were controlled by a car engine.
"Thirsty, my boy?"
I whipped round to see Grandpa sitting at the kitchen table - the same seat mum had been in hours ago.
"Mum's in bed. Be quiet, that's a go boy" Grandpa sipped his tea thoughtful. "It's seem weird knowing it's been a whole year..." he sighed sadly "It seems like it was just yesterday when I was watching you and him making towers with blocks when you were babies... Doing puzzles with you two... Teaching you both how to play chess..." Grandpa sniffed, and quickly whipped his eyes.
I finished making my coffee and took a big sip, still listening to his every word.
"...Watching that little face full of determination, but with a hint of a smirk, as he plays his games..." Grandpa drifted off into him memories for second, before turning his face fully towards me "You reminded me of him when you walked in here..." He mumbled, his eyes big and glassy. "I could have sworn you were him, for a second..."
For a second. Just for a second I looked like him.
That's when I realised what I was going to do today- Put my plan in action.
"You're scowling..."
I shook myself out of my thoughts as Grandpa piped up again.
"When you day dream you look so much like Atem..." He glared at me. "Sometimes I hate that you look so much like him... I can never forget the pain whenever I see your face..."
I stared at him. I gritted my teeth and scowled at him. I slammed the cup door on the desk top.
"Well... I guess I'll be polite enough to put you out of your misery and leave the room!"
I stomped out, holding back floods of tears.
"Your mother is in bed" Grandpa said flatly.
I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, my head hanging low and my teeth nibbling venomously at my lower lip. I delicately, but with speed, headed up the stairs and back to my room, grandpa's words winding round and round my head again and again. I locked my door behind me, before walking to my full mirror. I stared at myself. Did I really look like Atem that much?
'I could have sworn you were him'
If grandpa could have, surely the rest of Japan can too. I scowled at my reflection and pulled my hands into angry little fists. Grandpa hates me, mum's depressed and there's no point going to school now… I guess it's the perfect time to put my plan into action!
I quickly tugged my pajamas off so I was standing in my own glory, before grabbing a hair band I'd stolen off my mum and tying my hair back. I used some hair slides, also belonging to my long depressed mother, and clipped stray pieces of hair out the way. I quickly turned around and hurriedly drew the curtains. I went over to my desk and opened the sliding drawer and pulled out the can of spray tan and placed it on my desk. I then pulled out a plastic hair cap, a pair of yellow rubber gloves, my contacts and hair dye. I pulled my hair under the cap, before I began spraying gold messily all over my body. Once I had sprayed everything needed to be, I took another good look in the tall mirror. I blinked, as I thought I saw a pair of pinky-red eyes shimmering behind me. I shook my head, and peered into the mirror. It wasn't brilliant but it was good enough. I pulled on the rubber gloves, before pulling off the plastic cap and beginning to pull the hair slides painfully out of my hair. I hissed I felt hundreds of hairs being ripped out from my scalp as I tugged each golden slide out. I bit my lip as I took out the hair hand, my fingers scrabbling around it, trying to undo the supposed knot. Once the band was yanked from my hair, I scrambled around for a hair brush, and began to tugging through my messy tri-coloured locks. I really honestly didn't remember it being so knotty.
I parted all the blonde streaks of hair away from the magenta, before grabbing the can of red spray, and carefully spraying the pink. I smiled happily into the mirror as I watched the magenta darken to a reddish colour. The husky wail of the can as I sprayed began to waver as I sprayed the last piece of hair, careful to not spray the ebony. I placed my can of hair spray, hair cap and can on tan back into my drawer, and threw away the gloves. I then began to admire my unfinished project in the mirror. I guess I did look more like him now, but my face was still to chubby for Atem's slim, strong feature, but still with perfectly rounded pinkish cheeks. I left my hair to dry, not bothering to comb it just yet, and dove under my bed for my hidden items- Atem's clothes. I had given them to me before he died, but I didn't feel comfortable wearing them due to the fact that they reminded me of him so.
I pulled out a large, thin, rectangular cardboard box. I quickly prized open the lid, and pulled out the purpleish-blue coat that Atem had warn as a cape, a pair of black leather pants, and a black corset-like top with straps instead of the threading ribbon. I grabbed a pair of yesterday's underwear from on top of my head and pulled them on, followed by the leather pants. The shiny leather stuck awkwardly to my newly-tanned skin, possibly causing a few friction burns on my thighs and calves. I threaded the brown leather belt through the loops and did it up tightly. I grabbed the strapped top with one hand, while I quickly patted my newly-dyed hair with the other. I looked at the hand to see it bare from any red specks, reassuringly.
I quickly undid the straps and pulled the top on before re-doing them. I grabbed the coat and slung it over my shoulder. I grabbed my comb once again and began combing my hair into place. I turned around to look in the mirror and chocked at what I say.
"Wow… ' Knew you looked like me but jeez!"
I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I slowly turned my head to the side to looked and what, or who, was standing there.
"Hi"
I felt my body shake as this strange floating boy stood next to me- and he didn't look like any boy.
I was about to scream, as a strong force quickly pinned me to the floor and shoved it's hand cold boneless over my mouth.
"Don't scream! God, you'd think you'd know your own brother…"
The ghostly Atem slowly removed his hand from my mouth.
"A-atem?" I stuttered.
"Shh…" It spoke slowly, it cold index finger placed itself on my lips.
I was about to protest and begin to panic, but then the ghostly figure seemed to melt away. My eyes dart round the room, as if I thought I might seem him perched on my bedside table of something. Sadly, none of this was to be.
I pulled myself up, and brushed myself out.
"I must be going crazy" I muttered to myself.
"Not crazy."
I shot round to face the mirror.
"Just a bit dazed, if anything."
I stepped slowly closer to the mirror and peered in. A pair of red eyes gleam back at me.
"Atem?" I whispered, my voice cracking as I said his name.
"That's what I was known by…" said the spirit cockily, shaking his head inside the mirror.
I took a look behind me to see no one there, before looking back in the mirror. Atem still remained.
I walked casually out of the mirror, his tanned hands in his blue trouser pockets.
I stared at the ghostly figure. He looked exactly like my brother, but the colours of his clothes, eyes, hair and skin were all weaker and softer in colour, somewhat like pastels. He rubbed his hands menacingly together, before slapping the together.
"How are you… I, er…" I stuttered in shock.
"How am I? Dead as a door nail! Death really did win that shadow game!" Atem laughed half heartedly.
"N-no. I didn't mean that. I meant… How are you…" I gestured to the fact that Atem was hovering about five foot off the ground. Atem looked down in confusion, before enlightenment reached him. "Most poltergeists do this! It's fun actually!" Atem cackled.
Yugi just watched this strange pastel colour ghost.
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