QoH: Woohoo! My next chappie!
Yugi: *eyes her a bit warily* You're weird. Nice for doing this fic about me and Tea, but still weird.
QoH: I know. ^_^ I revel in bein an odd duck. lol
Yami: -_-' ....We noticed.
QoH: *mutters defensively* Hey, it's better than trying to appear "normal."
Yugi: *scowls, offended* We have a good reason for doing that, thank you!
QoH: *holds her hands up defensively* I didn't mean you two! I meant most of the people I know!
Yami & Yugi: Uh huh.
QoH: ^_^ Really!
Chapter 3: Early Bird, Not!
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BE- The radio's alarm was abruptly cut off in mid-shriek when Yugi's hand slammed heavily onto it. He lay on his stomach and cracked open a blood-shot eye to look at the time, then closed it again wearily. What's that stupid thing going off at 7:00 in the morning for? He buried his sleep-fogged head under his pillow. For that matter, why am I so tired?
*Because you got back late, since you spent a longer amount of time at time at the park than you planned. You also didn't sleep for hours afterward.* Yami answered in his usual serious voice.
Doesn't he ever sleep? Yugi wondered irritably as he flipped onto his back, rubbing his hands over his face.
*Technically, I don't really need it,* Yami replied, faintly amused, *But, I do, occasionally. And to answer your other question, you set it this early because you have somewhere to go, correct?*
This, of course, woke Yugi abruptly, and he leaped out of bed. Flashing around the room, he searched frantically for something to wear. His closet was the first victim. In mere moments, it was empty and the contents were strewn from one end of the room to the other, top to bottom.
*Careful.* Yami laughed at his comrade's sudden animation, *You're going smash right into something if you don't watch where you're going. Tea's plane doesn't arrive for a couple hours, young one. There's no need to rush like this.*
*I know that,* Yugi thought as he attacked his dresser as well and began throwing clothes everywhere again, *but this might be the last time I ever see her! I can't just lie in bed and stare at the ceiling when she's leaving! Every second has to count!*
*You never cease to amaze me, Yugi.* Yami shook his head, still chuckling as he surveyed their surroundings, *You're going to have a major chore when you get home, you know.*
Yugi spared his room a glance as he threw on his coat, *Yeah, but I don't really care right now!*
*Yugi Moto, the newest natural disaster.* Yami teased good-naturedly.
*Funny.* Yugi retorted with no little amount of sarcasm as he tossed the Millennium Puzzle over his head. Finally dressed, he flew out of his room and down the stairs, diving for his shoes by the door.
Solomon Moto poked his head out the storeroom as Yugi fumbled with the laces, "Well, this is a surprise. Care to explain why you're up so early?" he smiled, walking out with a large cardboard box and set on the counter, then studied his eyes perceptively, "It wouldn't have anything to do with Tea, would it?"
"Yeah..." Yugi stood up sheepishly as he came around to stand in front of him.
Putting his hands on his grandson's shoulders, he said seriously, "I'm proud of you, Yugi. You've done many admirable things in the past, but nothing like this. Many would not have the courage to do what I sense you've resolved yourself to."
Yugi grinned in embarrassment, "Thanks, Grandpa. I just hope I'm not making a baka of myself." {A/N: baka = idiot}
"No, my boy." Mr. Moto smiled kindly, "What you're doing is one of the most selfless acts I've had to the honor to witness in this long life of mine. To let the person you love go so they can pursue their dreams is one of the hardest things in the world, but I know you'll be okay."
"How you be so sure, Grandpa?" Yugi hung his head and closed his eyes sadly, a single tear slipping out.
Mr. Moto hugged him comfortingly, "Because you love her too much to make her stay."
Yugi took a deep, steadying breath, "Yeah, you're right, of course."
"Might I suggest something, though?" Mr. Moto wondered with a smile.
"Of course." Yugi laughed.
"You might want to give her a present," he advised, "You know, something to let her know you care, but won't stop her."
"How can I do that without letting her know everything," Yugi asked in confusion, "therefore, in all likelihood, just embarrassing myself (and making her uncomfortable) about fifty times over?"
Mr. Moto immediately grinned slyly, "Then hide it, where she won't find it until she gets there."
Yugi's eyes widened in understanding as he straightened, "Oh! I'll be right back!" Knowing just what to get, he dashed back up the stairs.
QoH: Man, am I drawing this out or what? ^_^
Yami: _ Yes, you are. Why?
QoH: Cuz I feel like it! teehee
Yugi: @_@ You feel like tormenting me, is all! What happens? Do I ever see her again?
QoH: Uh...... *very small voice* I don't know. #-_-#
Yugi: YOU WHAT?????!!!!!!!!!
QoH: Well, I haven't written it yet! *runs away as Yugi starts chasing her* WAAAHHH!!!! I'M WORKING ON IT!!!!!!!!
Yami: *rolls his eyes and runs after them*