Sorry, sorry! Didn't have internet for a while, but don't worry! I worked off-line in my absence! Enjoy! Speed-updating here. And this one's a little short, but oh well. You win some, you lose some.
Surrounded by music and people, the man smiled as he took in the festivities. His fingers skillfully ran the bow over his violin, although the action almost idle, his posture relaxed until he noticed a boy with silvery hair walking towards him. A little uneasy, the man stared intently at the boy, but could find nothing wrong with him. Eventually the boy rew level with the man.
"Hello," the child said agreeably. He was smiling, his murky eyes staring at the man. Nodding, the man introduced himself, "I am Pegasus. Can I help you?" The boy glanced around, looking lost. "Ah, yes," he admitted. "I was dared to play a game with you, the musician, and win… will you play with me?" Pegasus agreed, setting his violin aside in anticipation for the game.
His smile growing wider, the boy said, "Thanks. My name is Ryou." He produced a deck of cards, and shuffled them. He explained, "I figured something simple, something based on luck, would be best. We each pick a card. Whichever one has the most stars wins."
Pegasus nodded, selecting a card. The boy did as well. The man thought he saw something flicker over the boy's face - a shadow? - but it was gone as quickly as it came, then Ryou exclaimed, "Okay!" They each revealed their cards. Pegasus's had five, while Ryou's had six. "That's a shame," Pegasus muttered, turning his card around to examine it. An unfamiliar creature was on it.
"What is this?" he questioned the boy, but the child was nowhere to be seen. Pain flared in his left eye, warm liquid trickling from it. Grunting, the man reached up to touch his cheek. When he brought his hand down, it was covered in red. And he could no longer see from his left eye, the golden eye - it was gone. Cursing quietly, he looked at the card again. The beast seemed to laugh at him.
Whistling in self-satisfaction, the little white-haired boy strolled down the dark alley. His white grin cut through the shadows as he called out, "Hey, I got it!" In his hand, he held up a bloody eye made out of gold, the crimson dripping onto his fingers. A sound of disgust could be heard as a man and similar-looking boy walked forward to meet him. "Is that blood?" the man asked.
Ryou glanced at the object, his expression innocent. "Eh? Maybe. What does it matter? You did things just as-" He caught himself before continuing, "I left him alive, okay? Now come on, celebrate a little." Grinning, Ryou wiped off the eye with a piece of cloth before winking. "It's fine now. So - who's holding onto this thing?" The three looked at each other.
At the lack of volunteers Ryou looked annoyed. Sticking it his pocket he sighed. "Guess it's up to me." Shaking his head, the strands darkened while his eyes brightened. "So where do we go next?" he asked cheerfully. Suddenly he tilted his head. "Wait! We forgot to go in the castle. Come on!" Turning sharply, the child sprinted, running towards the towering building.
His companions followed, silent and uneasy as their friend ran ahead of them. Fighting with a sword was one thing. It was how Yugi was, and they accepted that. But gouging out an eyeball - even a golden one - was disturbing in a way that left them fidgety. "I hope Yugi's okay," Bakura murmured. "I'm sure he is," Yami replied. His tone, though reassuring, still seemed uncertain.
"Wow! It really is a castle!" Yugi exclaimed as they arrived. The imposing structure loomed above them, but when they approached the door was locked. "We could burn it down," Yami suggested. Yugi shook his head, his eyes sparkling. "No," the child disagreed, "there must be another way." He pulled out the golden eye and grasped it tightly, staring at the castle grounds.
He walked towards a statue of a horse rearing, ridden by an armor-clad knight. The base was a large square stone. The child clenched his fist, staring with delight at the statue. "This is the entrance," he announced. Walking forward he bent down, pushing the statue. His hair flared white a moment before it darkened, but in that brief slice of time he had managed to push it forward.
Below lay a tunnel, stairs descending into darkness.