Chapter 13
Yami Yugi Fore Sees
Yugi looked up from his card game with his grandfather, and looked out the window. "Look, Grandpa, the rain stopped and it's starting to clear up.
Yugi's Grandfather, Salomon Mutou, looked out the window. "I think you're right, Yugi." He said in his aged voice.
Salomon was a short, stocky, elderly man. He greatly resembled Yugi only with gray hair that wasn't as wild, with a short mustache and beard. His skin folded over itself to form many wrinkles. He looked wise and worldly to many, which he very much was.
The jingle of the bell over the shops front door caught Yugi's attention. "Someone's here, Grandpa. I'll go see what they want."
Yugi lived with his grandfather over the shop that they owned. The shops' name was the 'Turtle Game Shop.'
Salomon nodded, "I'll be there in a minuet."
Yugi stood up, left the living room, and went downstairs to the shop. "Hello, welcome, how may I..." Yugi cut himself off as soon as he saw who it was. "...Bakura? What are you doing here?"
Bakura stood in the doorway. His body was soaked and water was dripping off him, onto the floor. His long silvery-white hair was drenched and it hung heavily off his head. Gauze bulged out from under his clothes in some places. On his back he carried his soaked backpack. "Hello, Yugi...I'm sorry about your floor." Bakura looked down at the large puddle that he was forming on the floor. "I've come too see your grandfather, Salomon Mutou."
"You've come to see me, Young man?" Salomon stood in the doorway between the shop and the staircase.
Bakura looked up at Salomon, "Oh, Mr. Mutou. Yes, as a matter of fact, I have."
"You're one of Yugi's friends, right? And you want to learn to duel, is that it?"
"Yes I am sir. My name is Bakura. But I already know the game of Duel-Monsters, although I am not too good. But I am not here for that."
"Then what are you here for?" Yugi asked before Salomon could.
Bakura looked down at his feet, "I'm actually looking for a place to stay."
Yugi and Salomon just stared at Bakura.
Bakura continued quickly before they had a chance to say anything. "I can't be with my aunt now..." Bakura said, his thoughts on the car accident, but he turned his mind back to what he was trying to do. "It would only be for a little while, and I'd work in your store to pay off your hospitality if you take me in for a little while." Bakura looked back up with pleading eyes.
Yugi thought about what Bakura had been through with his aunt. He remembered the blood all over Bakura's hands, and the cuts that gushed blood. Yugi and Salomon knew nothing about the accident.
"Sure, Bakura," Yugi said before Salomon could make up his mind. "You can stay with us for a little while.
Salomon didn't look angry, even though Yugi had made a snap decision like that. "I guess if it's okay with Yugi, than it's okay with me."
"Oh, thank you ever so much." Bakura said in a soft tone.
"Let's clean you up, my dear boy and we shall see what you can do." Salomon said, pushing Bakura into the bathroom. "I'll wash your clothes for you."
After Bakura's shower, Salomon began to teach Bakura about how to take care of the shop. Salomon stood behind the counter and was pointing things out to Bakura.
"There," Salomon said pointing down at a glass counter with about 30 cards or so inside. Each card proudly displayed in a stand. "There are some of my most valuable cards for sale. They can sell for over hundreds of dollars. I never trust anyone with them except for Yugi. How good are you at taking care of cards?"
"I'll let you be the judge of that." Bakura carefully unzipped his backpack and rummaged around in it. He pulled out a small wooden box, nicely polished so that it shined. On its cover was a serene landscape of cherry trees, just blooming in the spring. The blossoms were a soft whisper of pink and the sky was a magnificent royal blue. Bakura removed the lid to reveal a deck of Duel-Monster cards.
Salomon picked up the lid and looked at it. "What a wonderful work of art. Do you know who painted it?"
Bakura nodded, "My mother."
"It's beautiful. She must be a great painter."
Bakura didn't say a word. He carefully removed the deck from the box. Every single card had a plastic card protector on it. Bakura placed his deck of cards on the counter and pushed them towards Salomon.
Salomon picked up the deck and flipped through the cards. "Your cards are in nice condition. I doubt if even Yugi keeps his cards in this nice of a condition. Your deck is supernatural based. Is it not?"
"Occult, Sir." Bakura said.
Salomon stopped as he reached the 'Change of Heart' card. "Ah...the Change of Heart. This is a rare and powerful card. I don't think I even have one anymore. Would you ever think of selling it, hypothetically of coarse?"
Bakura looked at his 'Change of Heart' in Salomon's hands, "It's my favorite..."
"I see..." Salomon put Bakura's deck back into the box and put the lid back on it.
Up in the living room Yugi was lying, sprawled out on the couch. He was watching a documentary on cheese. He yawned lightly and closed his eyes. The narrator of the documentary had a tedious voice. Yugi didn't bother to turn off the television; he just let the dull voice of the narrator put him to sleep.
Everything around Yugi was dark. He was no longer sleeping on his couch, but to find himself standing into a world of endless darkness. Where was he? How would he get back?
Yugi figured it was a dream and attempted to wake up, but it was no use he was stuck.
"Yugi." A deep, powerful, proud voice boomed behind Yugi.
Yugi turned around, "Yami!" He yelled happily and ran towards his Yami, known as Yami Yugi.
Yami Yugi looked a lot like Yugi, although Yami Yugi was a bit taller and more slender. He had the same hairstyle and color of hair as Yugi, except Yami Yugi had blonde, lightning-bolt shaped streaks that traveled up each of the spikes in his hair. He stared at Yugi through more almond-shaped eyes and he carried somewhat more of a mature look to him.
Yugi ran up to Yami Yugi and hugged him. "Yami, it's good to see you."
Yami Yugi hunched over and embraced Yugi. "Same here, but I am afraid that I may be the bearer of bad news."
Yugi let go of Yami Yugi and stepped back, looking up at his Yami form. The smile faded from his face. "What is it? What happened?"
"It's not what happened really...it is about what is going to happen..."
"Yami, I don't understand what you mean."
"Yugi, this is about Bakura."
"What?! Is he in danger?!"
"Yes...he is, Yugi. He's been in danger for a long time. That Yami of his beats him for even breathing. His aunt makes him slave for her. But that isn't my concern right now."
"What is your concern? How could you not be concerned about that?!"
"No, no...I'm concerned about that too, but I'm concerned about something else right now."
"What?"
"Your safety. By letting Bakura stay with you, you put yourself in danger."
"What else was I supposed to do?! Let him die? If you haven't noticed Bakura is dying. I can see it. The last day of school, I learned that he was planning suicide. Have you seen all the scars on his back? They aren't even healing properly. He's bone thin and he has a broken rib. I'm sure I've only seen a little of what he's going through."
"No, Yugi, listen to me. When he walked in here today, I sensed something. It felt like betrayal. Bakura is going to betray you, and I'm pretty sure that Yami Bakura is behind this somehow."
"Bakura would never betray me! I know him and he isn't like that!"
"Suit yourself. I guess I can't convince you to believe me. Just watch out for yourself, Yugi. I'll be here if you need." And with that, Yami Yugi disappeared into the darkness.
There was silence once again.
Yami Yugi Fore Sees
Yugi looked up from his card game with his grandfather, and looked out the window. "Look, Grandpa, the rain stopped and it's starting to clear up.
Yugi's Grandfather, Salomon Mutou, looked out the window. "I think you're right, Yugi." He said in his aged voice.
Salomon was a short, stocky, elderly man. He greatly resembled Yugi only with gray hair that wasn't as wild, with a short mustache and beard. His skin folded over itself to form many wrinkles. He looked wise and worldly to many, which he very much was.
The jingle of the bell over the shops front door caught Yugi's attention. "Someone's here, Grandpa. I'll go see what they want."
Yugi lived with his grandfather over the shop that they owned. The shops' name was the 'Turtle Game Shop.'
Salomon nodded, "I'll be there in a minuet."
Yugi stood up, left the living room, and went downstairs to the shop. "Hello, welcome, how may I..." Yugi cut himself off as soon as he saw who it was. "...Bakura? What are you doing here?"
Bakura stood in the doorway. His body was soaked and water was dripping off him, onto the floor. His long silvery-white hair was drenched and it hung heavily off his head. Gauze bulged out from under his clothes in some places. On his back he carried his soaked backpack. "Hello, Yugi...I'm sorry about your floor." Bakura looked down at the large puddle that he was forming on the floor. "I've come too see your grandfather, Salomon Mutou."
"You've come to see me, Young man?" Salomon stood in the doorway between the shop and the staircase.
Bakura looked up at Salomon, "Oh, Mr. Mutou. Yes, as a matter of fact, I have."
"You're one of Yugi's friends, right? And you want to learn to duel, is that it?"
"Yes I am sir. My name is Bakura. But I already know the game of Duel-Monsters, although I am not too good. But I am not here for that."
"Then what are you here for?" Yugi asked before Salomon could.
Bakura looked down at his feet, "I'm actually looking for a place to stay."
Yugi and Salomon just stared at Bakura.
Bakura continued quickly before they had a chance to say anything. "I can't be with my aunt now..." Bakura said, his thoughts on the car accident, but he turned his mind back to what he was trying to do. "It would only be for a little while, and I'd work in your store to pay off your hospitality if you take me in for a little while." Bakura looked back up with pleading eyes.
Yugi thought about what Bakura had been through with his aunt. He remembered the blood all over Bakura's hands, and the cuts that gushed blood. Yugi and Salomon knew nothing about the accident.
"Sure, Bakura," Yugi said before Salomon could make up his mind. "You can stay with us for a little while.
Salomon didn't look angry, even though Yugi had made a snap decision like that. "I guess if it's okay with Yugi, than it's okay with me."
"Oh, thank you ever so much." Bakura said in a soft tone.
"Let's clean you up, my dear boy and we shall see what you can do." Salomon said, pushing Bakura into the bathroom. "I'll wash your clothes for you."
After Bakura's shower, Salomon began to teach Bakura about how to take care of the shop. Salomon stood behind the counter and was pointing things out to Bakura.
"There," Salomon said pointing down at a glass counter with about 30 cards or so inside. Each card proudly displayed in a stand. "There are some of my most valuable cards for sale. They can sell for over hundreds of dollars. I never trust anyone with them except for Yugi. How good are you at taking care of cards?"
"I'll let you be the judge of that." Bakura carefully unzipped his backpack and rummaged around in it. He pulled out a small wooden box, nicely polished so that it shined. On its cover was a serene landscape of cherry trees, just blooming in the spring. The blossoms were a soft whisper of pink and the sky was a magnificent royal blue. Bakura removed the lid to reveal a deck of Duel-Monster cards.
Salomon picked up the lid and looked at it. "What a wonderful work of art. Do you know who painted it?"
Bakura nodded, "My mother."
"It's beautiful. She must be a great painter."
Bakura didn't say a word. He carefully removed the deck from the box. Every single card had a plastic card protector on it. Bakura placed his deck of cards on the counter and pushed them towards Salomon.
Salomon picked up the deck and flipped through the cards. "Your cards are in nice condition. I doubt if even Yugi keeps his cards in this nice of a condition. Your deck is supernatural based. Is it not?"
"Occult, Sir." Bakura said.
Salomon stopped as he reached the 'Change of Heart' card. "Ah...the Change of Heart. This is a rare and powerful card. I don't think I even have one anymore. Would you ever think of selling it, hypothetically of coarse?"
Bakura looked at his 'Change of Heart' in Salomon's hands, "It's my favorite..."
"I see..." Salomon put Bakura's deck back into the box and put the lid back on it.
Up in the living room Yugi was lying, sprawled out on the couch. He was watching a documentary on cheese. He yawned lightly and closed his eyes. The narrator of the documentary had a tedious voice. Yugi didn't bother to turn off the television; he just let the dull voice of the narrator put him to sleep.
Everything around Yugi was dark. He was no longer sleeping on his couch, but to find himself standing into a world of endless darkness. Where was he? How would he get back?
Yugi figured it was a dream and attempted to wake up, but it was no use he was stuck.
"Yugi." A deep, powerful, proud voice boomed behind Yugi.
Yugi turned around, "Yami!" He yelled happily and ran towards his Yami, known as Yami Yugi.
Yami Yugi looked a lot like Yugi, although Yami Yugi was a bit taller and more slender. He had the same hairstyle and color of hair as Yugi, except Yami Yugi had blonde, lightning-bolt shaped streaks that traveled up each of the spikes in his hair. He stared at Yugi through more almond-shaped eyes and he carried somewhat more of a mature look to him.
Yugi ran up to Yami Yugi and hugged him. "Yami, it's good to see you."
Yami Yugi hunched over and embraced Yugi. "Same here, but I am afraid that I may be the bearer of bad news."
Yugi let go of Yami Yugi and stepped back, looking up at his Yami form. The smile faded from his face. "What is it? What happened?"
"It's not what happened really...it is about what is going to happen..."
"Yami, I don't understand what you mean."
"Yugi, this is about Bakura."
"What?! Is he in danger?!"
"Yes...he is, Yugi. He's been in danger for a long time. That Yami of his beats him for even breathing. His aunt makes him slave for her. But that isn't my concern right now."
"What is your concern? How could you not be concerned about that?!"
"No, no...I'm concerned about that too, but I'm concerned about something else right now."
"What?"
"Your safety. By letting Bakura stay with you, you put yourself in danger."
"What else was I supposed to do?! Let him die? If you haven't noticed Bakura is dying. I can see it. The last day of school, I learned that he was planning suicide. Have you seen all the scars on his back? They aren't even healing properly. He's bone thin and he has a broken rib. I'm sure I've only seen a little of what he's going through."
"No, Yugi, listen to me. When he walked in here today, I sensed something. It felt like betrayal. Bakura is going to betray you, and I'm pretty sure that Yami Bakura is behind this somehow."
"Bakura would never betray me! I know him and he isn't like that!"
"Suit yourself. I guess I can't convince you to believe me. Just watch out for yourself, Yugi. I'll be here if you need." And with that, Yami Yugi disappeared into the darkness.
There was silence once again.
