AN: Whee-hee, new chappie! Poor Yugi really gets it in this chappie. ^o^
he's slightly OOC in this chappie...but he'll go back to his normal genki
self.....maybe.....
Chapter Two: But I'm Not Crazy!
Yugi walked to school, his normally cheerful expression downcast and withdrawn. It had taken every single diplomatic skill Yugi had (and ones he didn't know he had, too) to persuade his jii-chan that he was neither crazy nor overdosing on sugar again. He eventually learned to shut up about Yami (as Yugi had learned he liked to be called), since his grandpa could not see Yami. He shuddered at the thought that he had almost been placed in an asylum by his grandfather.
"Hey, Yugi! Why so down?" A bright cheerful voice cut into his thoughts, and for the first time in his life, Yugi experienced the deep loathing that such happy optimism can produce.
//By the gods, how can he be so energetic at this hour?// Yugi silently agreed with the spirit residing in his mind, but still felt upset with him.
/Shut up, Yami./ He growled, trying to force as much hatred and loathing he could into that one sentence.
//Your hatred pains me, aibou. I'm crying deeply and emotionally.// Obviously, from Yami's sarcasm, he was not good at "hatred-and-loathing- telepathic-messages". He would have to work on that fact.
Oblivious to the conversation Yugi was holding in his head, Jou ran up to his side and slapped him on the back, causing the much smaller boy to fly forward. Recovering his balance after a few steps, Yugi turned and attemped to glare at the blond boy, but with the lack of glaring-compatible facial features and the ability to truly hate a fellow human being, it came off more as a infuriated pout.
Jou scratched his head, puzzled by his friend's mood. "Man, who woke up on the wrong side of the bed today?"
Yugi sighed. "Sorry, Jou....I'm just not in a very good mood today."
//And why aren't you in a good mood, aibou?// Yami suddenly "butted in" the conversation.
/You know very well why, Yami. And don't call me "aibou"./
//But you're my partner! My other half! What else can I call you?// The spirit began to whine.
Yugi groaned mentally. Yami was not above whining to get what he wanted. And could he whine...and whine...and whine..../Fine, fine, you can call me aibou, just be quiet for a while./
//Okay, aibou!!// With that proclamation, Yami dissappeared back into his section of Yugi's mind. Yugi sighed. It had taken forever to get Yami sorted. Technically, Jou's statement was inaccurate, since Yugi hadn't actually slept last night...due to getting used to the sarcastic spirit now in his mind, and dealing with jii-chan. This accounted for the extremely bad mood Yugi was currently in.
"Uh, Yugi?" Yugi blinked as he heard Jou call his name. Anzu and Honda had also showed up, and all three were looking at him concernedly.
"What?" He looked at them all.
"Uh...are you okay, Yug'? You really spaced out back there. Took us five minutes to get your attention..." Jou watched him with worried eyes. Yugi had been acting strangely a few minutes before, though perhaps that could be credited to his bad mood.
"Sorry, Jou. I didn't get much sleep last night." Well, he didn't get *any* sleep, but that wasn't for his friends to know.
//It's not my fault...// Yami had gotten bored and decided to bug his counterpart. He materialised outside of the puzzle. Yugi's eyes widened, and he glanced at his friends. They showed no reaction to Yami's sudden appearance. In fact, they didn't seem to notice that he was there...
People really can't see him after all....
"What's this?" The curious tone that Yugi had come to dread appeared in the spirit's voice. Yugi slowly turned around to find...
Yami casually opening a mailbox to peek inside.
"Augh! No, Yami, that's illegal!" Yugi screeched and ran for his double, who ws poking through someone's mail.
Jou, Anzu, and Honda watched in confusion as Yugi started screaming about something. Sweatdrops slowly started collecting on their heads as their short, blond, and apparently insane friend tackled something they coudln't see. The sweatdrop collection grew to impressive size as Yugi rolled around, kicking and screaming at something that quite obviously wasn't there.
"Jou, I'm scared." Anzu watched Yugi's display with wide eyes.
Jou looked grim. "His jii-chan told me that last night, Yugi began talking with someone that wasn't there. He gave me a cellphone and told me to call him if Yugi started doing it again." Jou stated as he pulled out a cellphone.
"So you're gonna call him?" Honda asked, still watching Yugi, who was rolling dangerously close to the street.
"Iya. I'm calling someone else."
"Who?"
"The mental hospital."
~*Several Hours Later*~
"But I'm not crazy...." Yugi pleaded with a doctor in a white coat. "Just because you can't see him doesn't mean that he isn't real!"
The doctor sighed. He'd been dealing with this kid for an hour now, and he just wanted to get him in a room and away from himself.
"Listen, Motou-san, you nearly put both your life and your friend's lives in danger. We need to detain you until you prove that you won't have such an episode again. If you can prove your mental stability, then you can go free. But right now, you're staying here. Show him to his room, Taneka- san." The doctor, with that said, turned around and aimed for the Tylenol.
A burly guard stepped up to Yugi's side, his face promising trouble if Yugi gave him any troube. Eyes filling with tears, he meekly followed the man.
His life couldn't get any worse.
~*Several More Hours Later*~
Yami sat on the dresser, staring across the room at the bed. Yugi was asleep, having finally cried himself out about an hour ago.
Yami sighed. Any attempts at talking had been met with glares (infuriated pouts) and a proclaimation of "This is all your fault".
He didn't want to admit it, but the boy's obvious sorrow about being placed here had gotten to Yami. He felt sorry for the little teen, and knew that Yugi had been right.
If only I could learn to keep my hands to myself....it really *is* my fault he's here....
Yugi didn't belong here. Not at all.
Clenching his fists, yami felt his resolve begin to burn again. He would get Yugi out of here, no matter what it took. He had only just met him, but that brief day had been enough to tell that Yugi was a pure, kind soul. Such people shouldn't be locked up against their will.
I'll get you out of here, aibou. No matter what.
~*TBC*~
AN: Aww.....a little fluffly sap...best prequel to romance. ^^ Now Yami has his resolution, can he get himself back into Yugi's good graces? Yeah, Yugi was really depressing and OOC the entire fic, but you'd be too if you had to stay up all night watching over-active yamis and trying to convince your grandfather of your mental stability. ^^;; Yami was a bit OOC too, but that'll be explained in a few chapters.
Next chappie: Yugi manages to brighten up a little and meets a few other tenants at the funny farm. A few tenants that surprise him, and that readers might recognize...
Chapter Two: But I'm Not Crazy!
Yugi walked to school, his normally cheerful expression downcast and withdrawn. It had taken every single diplomatic skill Yugi had (and ones he didn't know he had, too) to persuade his jii-chan that he was neither crazy nor overdosing on sugar again. He eventually learned to shut up about Yami (as Yugi had learned he liked to be called), since his grandpa could not see Yami. He shuddered at the thought that he had almost been placed in an asylum by his grandfather.
"Hey, Yugi! Why so down?" A bright cheerful voice cut into his thoughts, and for the first time in his life, Yugi experienced the deep loathing that such happy optimism can produce.
//By the gods, how can he be so energetic at this hour?// Yugi silently agreed with the spirit residing in his mind, but still felt upset with him.
/Shut up, Yami./ He growled, trying to force as much hatred and loathing he could into that one sentence.
//Your hatred pains me, aibou. I'm crying deeply and emotionally.// Obviously, from Yami's sarcasm, he was not good at "hatred-and-loathing- telepathic-messages". He would have to work on that fact.
Oblivious to the conversation Yugi was holding in his head, Jou ran up to his side and slapped him on the back, causing the much smaller boy to fly forward. Recovering his balance after a few steps, Yugi turned and attemped to glare at the blond boy, but with the lack of glaring-compatible facial features and the ability to truly hate a fellow human being, it came off more as a infuriated pout.
Jou scratched his head, puzzled by his friend's mood. "Man, who woke up on the wrong side of the bed today?"
Yugi sighed. "Sorry, Jou....I'm just not in a very good mood today."
//And why aren't you in a good mood, aibou?// Yami suddenly "butted in" the conversation.
/You know very well why, Yami. And don't call me "aibou"./
//But you're my partner! My other half! What else can I call you?// The spirit began to whine.
Yugi groaned mentally. Yami was not above whining to get what he wanted. And could he whine...and whine...and whine..../Fine, fine, you can call me aibou, just be quiet for a while./
//Okay, aibou!!// With that proclamation, Yami dissappeared back into his section of Yugi's mind. Yugi sighed. It had taken forever to get Yami sorted. Technically, Jou's statement was inaccurate, since Yugi hadn't actually slept last night...due to getting used to the sarcastic spirit now in his mind, and dealing with jii-chan. This accounted for the extremely bad mood Yugi was currently in.
"Uh, Yugi?" Yugi blinked as he heard Jou call his name. Anzu and Honda had also showed up, and all three were looking at him concernedly.
"What?" He looked at them all.
"Uh...are you okay, Yug'? You really spaced out back there. Took us five minutes to get your attention..." Jou watched him with worried eyes. Yugi had been acting strangely a few minutes before, though perhaps that could be credited to his bad mood.
"Sorry, Jou. I didn't get much sleep last night." Well, he didn't get *any* sleep, but that wasn't for his friends to know.
//It's not my fault...// Yami had gotten bored and decided to bug his counterpart. He materialised outside of the puzzle. Yugi's eyes widened, and he glanced at his friends. They showed no reaction to Yami's sudden appearance. In fact, they didn't seem to notice that he was there...
People really can't see him after all....
"What's this?" The curious tone that Yugi had come to dread appeared in the spirit's voice. Yugi slowly turned around to find...
Yami casually opening a mailbox to peek inside.
"Augh! No, Yami, that's illegal!" Yugi screeched and ran for his double, who ws poking through someone's mail.
Jou, Anzu, and Honda watched in confusion as Yugi started screaming about something. Sweatdrops slowly started collecting on their heads as their short, blond, and apparently insane friend tackled something they coudln't see. The sweatdrop collection grew to impressive size as Yugi rolled around, kicking and screaming at something that quite obviously wasn't there.
"Jou, I'm scared." Anzu watched Yugi's display with wide eyes.
Jou looked grim. "His jii-chan told me that last night, Yugi began talking with someone that wasn't there. He gave me a cellphone and told me to call him if Yugi started doing it again." Jou stated as he pulled out a cellphone.
"So you're gonna call him?" Honda asked, still watching Yugi, who was rolling dangerously close to the street.
"Iya. I'm calling someone else."
"Who?"
"The mental hospital."
~*Several Hours Later*~
"But I'm not crazy...." Yugi pleaded with a doctor in a white coat. "Just because you can't see him doesn't mean that he isn't real!"
The doctor sighed. He'd been dealing with this kid for an hour now, and he just wanted to get him in a room and away from himself.
"Listen, Motou-san, you nearly put both your life and your friend's lives in danger. We need to detain you until you prove that you won't have such an episode again. If you can prove your mental stability, then you can go free. But right now, you're staying here. Show him to his room, Taneka- san." The doctor, with that said, turned around and aimed for the Tylenol.
A burly guard stepped up to Yugi's side, his face promising trouble if Yugi gave him any troube. Eyes filling with tears, he meekly followed the man.
His life couldn't get any worse.
~*Several More Hours Later*~
Yami sat on the dresser, staring across the room at the bed. Yugi was asleep, having finally cried himself out about an hour ago.
Yami sighed. Any attempts at talking had been met with glares (infuriated pouts) and a proclaimation of "This is all your fault".
He didn't want to admit it, but the boy's obvious sorrow about being placed here had gotten to Yami. He felt sorry for the little teen, and knew that Yugi had been right.
If only I could learn to keep my hands to myself....it really *is* my fault he's here....
Yugi didn't belong here. Not at all.
Clenching his fists, yami felt his resolve begin to burn again. He would get Yugi out of here, no matter what it took. He had only just met him, but that brief day had been enough to tell that Yugi was a pure, kind soul. Such people shouldn't be locked up against their will.
I'll get you out of here, aibou. No matter what.
~*TBC*~
AN: Aww.....a little fluffly sap...best prequel to romance. ^^ Now Yami has his resolution, can he get himself back into Yugi's good graces? Yeah, Yugi was really depressing and OOC the entire fic, but you'd be too if you had to stay up all night watching over-active yamis and trying to convince your grandfather of your mental stability. ^^;; Yami was a bit OOC too, but that'll be explained in a few chapters.
Next chappie: Yugi manages to brighten up a little and meets a few other tenants at the funny farm. A few tenants that surprise him, and that readers might recognize...