Some things should never be ending
Chapter 3: Yami has a story
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I do not own Yu-gi-oh! Do you really have to put this in every chapter?
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Yugi woke up in a few short hours. He felt almost healed; it's really
amazing what a few hours of sleep can do for a person. Yugi looked over at
Joey, his eyes were open, just starring at the ceiling. "Joey." Said Yugi
quietly, not wanting to startle him. Joey's eyes wandered from the ceiling
to Yugi. "Man Yugi, that was weird, you have had us all really worried."
Said Joey. "I had you worried, you might want to take a good look at your
self their Joey, and you're not looking to good either." Yugi scanned
Joey's body. It seemed that Joey had bandages all over, he looked like a
mummy. "Man Yug, I'm sorry, it was weird, all I can remember is a bright
light in the distance, then I can't remember what happened." Joey looked
back at the ceiling. "Didn't anyone ever tell you to stay away from the
light at the end of the tunnel" said Yugi hoping to raise Joey's spirit a
little.
In about four days, the hospital reluctantly let Yugi leave; it felt good to get back into the fresh air again. But Yugi couldn't help but feel bad, he made everyone grieve, just because he didn't want to have Yami inside of him. It seemed almost like his Yami was him mentor now, in just a few weeks, his Yami went from one of his worst enemies to someone he could turn to. It seemed weird and not right, but then again, whatever didn't feel weird in Yugi's life.
That night Yugi lay in he own bed, thinking of how good it felt to be home. Yugi had a good nights sleep and didn't wake up in the mourning until he smelt the smell of cooking pancakes. He slowly got up and dressed, brushing his spiky hair in the mirror. He went down the stairs with a hop in the step, only landing two times on his way down. "Hey Grandpa" Said Yugi jumping into the kitchen where his Grandpa was cooking. "Well hello Yugi, its nice to see you had a good nights sleep, you haven't slept this late since I can remember" and it was true, It was 9:30 in the morning, he always got up no later than &. He couldn't stand sleeping in and missing the day.
Yugi sat down to have breakfast, he jumped for some pancakes, but his Grandpa grabbed his arm. "Now Yugi, where's your manners, I could bet you $100 that you never washed your hands." Yugi hated washing his hands before every meal, his Grandpa even asked him to wash his hands in restaurants. Yugi smiled slyly and got up to wash his hands. His Grandpa even made him wash them twice because he didn't use enough soap. After finally being able to eat his breakfast in peace, he went upstairs once more to unpack all the stuff he had token with him. This took some time, considering that he had no idea where he used to fit all this stuff, it wasn't that bad.
Yugi walked from the house, down his so familiar street.
~*~Yugi, do you know why I'm in the Millennium Puzzle?~*~
Yugi stopped and sat down by a near by tree. "No Yami, I can't say I do know why, but it would be nice if I did." Yugi cherished every moment his Yami talked to him, which was rarely may I add.
~*~You see Yugi, long ago, when the pyramids were young, I was a boy in Egypt, I seemed to loose track of things quit a bit, and before I knew it, my childhood days had grown into my brother dying, no one quite knows why he died, but he did. You see after that, being in the royal family and all, I was appointed pharaoh of all of Egypt, a role I was most not ready for. My people had faith in me, but I was young, and made many bad decisions at first. But as time went on, I adapted to my role as Pharaoh. That is when the kings of Egypt discovered what we called the Shadow games. They were of evil sort, nothing could stop them, and they were wrecking havoc upon the people of Egypt. The one thing that could stop them, was a game king, at the time, not a thing existed, so we thought.
My people were distraught, these games, they took infants and elderly a like, everyday more lives were lost. So we decided to make a search, for the game king, but our search was a familiar, we couldn't think of anything else to do. Then as our time was running out, and our people low, my dear friend, Anzu, came and told me a story, a story of when I was just a young boy, she told me that when we were kids, we used to play games, games of all sorts, ones we made up and games played over the world. She told me that, not once in all of our childhood years had she beaten me at a game, not a single game. It wasn't until I became pharaoh that we stopped playing games. She told me, that through all this, all this searching, I was the game king; I was the one who could stop these games. ~*~*~Authors note: interesting, Im gonna right some more now! ~*~*~
In about four days, the hospital reluctantly let Yugi leave; it felt good to get back into the fresh air again. But Yugi couldn't help but feel bad, he made everyone grieve, just because he didn't want to have Yami inside of him. It seemed almost like his Yami was him mentor now, in just a few weeks, his Yami went from one of his worst enemies to someone he could turn to. It seemed weird and not right, but then again, whatever didn't feel weird in Yugi's life.
That night Yugi lay in he own bed, thinking of how good it felt to be home. Yugi had a good nights sleep and didn't wake up in the mourning until he smelt the smell of cooking pancakes. He slowly got up and dressed, brushing his spiky hair in the mirror. He went down the stairs with a hop in the step, only landing two times on his way down. "Hey Grandpa" Said Yugi jumping into the kitchen where his Grandpa was cooking. "Well hello Yugi, its nice to see you had a good nights sleep, you haven't slept this late since I can remember" and it was true, It was 9:30 in the morning, he always got up no later than &. He couldn't stand sleeping in and missing the day.
Yugi sat down to have breakfast, he jumped for some pancakes, but his Grandpa grabbed his arm. "Now Yugi, where's your manners, I could bet you $100 that you never washed your hands." Yugi hated washing his hands before every meal, his Grandpa even asked him to wash his hands in restaurants. Yugi smiled slyly and got up to wash his hands. His Grandpa even made him wash them twice because he didn't use enough soap. After finally being able to eat his breakfast in peace, he went upstairs once more to unpack all the stuff he had token with him. This took some time, considering that he had no idea where he used to fit all this stuff, it wasn't that bad.
Yugi walked from the house, down his so familiar street.
~*~Yugi, do you know why I'm in the Millennium Puzzle?~*~
Yugi stopped and sat down by a near by tree. "No Yami, I can't say I do know why, but it would be nice if I did." Yugi cherished every moment his Yami talked to him, which was rarely may I add.
~*~You see Yugi, long ago, when the pyramids were young, I was a boy in Egypt, I seemed to loose track of things quit a bit, and before I knew it, my childhood days had grown into my brother dying, no one quite knows why he died, but he did. You see after that, being in the royal family and all, I was appointed pharaoh of all of Egypt, a role I was most not ready for. My people had faith in me, but I was young, and made many bad decisions at first. But as time went on, I adapted to my role as Pharaoh. That is when the kings of Egypt discovered what we called the Shadow games. They were of evil sort, nothing could stop them, and they were wrecking havoc upon the people of Egypt. The one thing that could stop them, was a game king, at the time, not a thing existed, so we thought.
My people were distraught, these games, they took infants and elderly a like, everyday more lives were lost. So we decided to make a search, for the game king, but our search was a familiar, we couldn't think of anything else to do. Then as our time was running out, and our people low, my dear friend, Anzu, came and told me a story, a story of when I was just a young boy, she told me that when we were kids, we used to play games, games of all sorts, ones we made up and games played over the world. She told me that, not once in all of our childhood years had she beaten me at a game, not a single game. It wasn't until I became pharaoh that we stopped playing games. She told me, that through all this, all this searching, I was the game king; I was the one who could stop these games. ~*~*~Authors note: interesting, Im gonna right some more now! ~*~*~
