Innocent Eyes Hold the Most Demons
Prologue
The house would have been completely silent if not for the young boy playing in his room, left alone with his favorite toys. Mauve colored eyes focused on the imaginary scene before him, watching it play out to his tale of fantasy. He spoke only for the toy characters, his tone soft even in the quiet of his room. The wise magician cast a spell on the rampaging dragon, stopping it in its tracks and saving the small town. The people cheered at his victory, hailing him as a hero for centuries to come.
A faint sound drew Yugi's attention away from his activity, the noise akin to something being set down on another surface. He listened for more, but silence had once again claimed the small home. Perhaps he had just imagined it.
Yugi returned to his toys, although with much more awareness than before. He listened for any indication that his mother had returned; he figured she must be working later than usual, which he had come to expect as of late.
The sight of movement caught Yugi's eye just in time for him to see one of his toy trains roll around the doorframe and into the dark hallway. Visibly confused, the eight-year-old got to his feet and sauntered over to the corridor. Peering out in the direction he had seen the train roll off to, Yugi could just barely make it out sitting motionless two doors down.
"Mama?" he tried, making sure to stay in the safety of the light from his room. Only silence answered him, pretending that it was the same tranquil quietness from before. The boy debated on whether he should investigate or return to his room, his inner conflict very outwardly visible.
"I'm home, Yugi!" exclaimed a woman's voice from behind the child, the sudden burst of sound predictably startling him. Seeing this, Yugi's mother laughed apologetically, adding, "I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to scare you."
After the initial shock, Yugi could only feel relieved to see his only parent home again. If he was going to start imagining sounds and the like, then he hoped that these long periods of solitude would be few and far between.
"I'm about to start dinner, do you want to help me?" Mrs. Mutou asked her son with a smile, earning on from Yugi in return. He nodded enthusiastically, eagerly following her to the kitchen.