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"Hey, Yugi!" called out the tall brunette to the tri-colored haired boy. Yugi turned around and saw his best friend Tea, running towards him, waving her arms like windmills. She finally caught up with him and gasped for breath, her usually pale cheeks were pink and flushed and she grabbed a pole and leaned on it for support.
"What is it, Tea?" He asked, concerned.
"I got a call from my mom," she explained breathlessly," She's taking me to a weekend get away, so I won't be able to sleep over at your house tonight. Sorry, maybe next time."
He tried not to look disappointed and kept his cheery composure," That's okay, Tea, I understand."
She gave him a terrific grin," Thanks, Yuge, I knew I could count on you." A dark red mini-van suddenly drove up beside them on the road and honked.
"Oh!" Tea said," That's my mom. See you later, Yugi! I'll come over on Friday, all right?
"Okay," said Yugi," Have a good time at the mall."
"I will! Bye!" Replied Tea, hopping into the front seat of the car and waved to him through the window as the car sped away.
Yugi sighed and journeyed on to the game shop. He was pretty lucky as luck went. He had a lot of friends, a great grandpa, the best dueling deck ever, his Yami, and he had heard that some girls in his class thought he was cute.
Yes, Yugi had almost everything he could dream of . . . that is . . . except parents. Grandpa never spoke of his father and called his mother a ghost. That didn't nessisarily mean that she was dead, but was to be forgotten and never mentioned of.
Many lonely Father's Day and Mother's Day had passed, still leaving hopeful that one day, a man or woman would come to Yugi, smile and say, "Yugi, you are my son."
Yugi suddenly stopped walking. A pretty lady holding hands with a little boy had just walked out of the candy store. "These lollipops look good, mommy," said the little boy to his mother. The lady smiled," They sure do, Tommy." Hand in hand, they walked across the street.
Yugi's amethyst eyes abruptly filled with tears, and he hurried away. He had countless dreams of what his parents would be like. A dad that would take him to football games and a mom who would cook delicious homemade food.
But that didn't mean he was not grateful for his grandpa, though he would rather watch football games on the television, and usually burned food. Nevertheless, the thought about his parents, who were somewhere, out there, looking for him.
Sometimes, parents weren't always great. Joey complained about both of his parents, Bakura's father never got time to spend with him, and Tristan never even spoke about his mother.
Yugi halted to a stop. He was in front of the Turtle Game Shop. He pushed the door back and entered. Grandpa was sitting on a stool behind the counter with a newspaper in his hands as always. "Hello, Yugi," he said, barely lifting his eyes to greet his grandson," How was school today?"
"It was fine," said Yugi listlessly as he dropped his backpack onto the floor.
"Well, what seems to be the matter, Yugi?" questioned Grandpa, setting his paper down.
"Nothing," said Yugi, pretending to be interested in the Cosmos Queen sitting in the display case. " Grandpa . . . . I need to ask you something . . . but I don't think you'll like it . . ."
"Try me," said Grandpa, picking up a big box the new shipment of rare cards.
"I-I want to know about my mother!" blurted out Yugi.
Grandpa dropped the carton of cards as if they were a sack of wet potatoes. It was so quiet; Yugi could hear every card hit the floor. Grandpa bent down and grabbed the cards in frenzy, like a squirrel dropping its beloved acorns and hurrying to collect them before somebody else does. His face was completely drained of color. "Yugi," he said in a hoarse, yet stern voice," You know I am not comfortable with that one subject."
"I know . . . I warned you . . .it's just that- I need to know about her, and my father. I have a right to know at least _ something _ about them!" Yugi said in a desperate voice.
"All right then," said Grandpa coldly," If you insist, then I will tell you." He dumped the cards into the card board box so carelessly, it seemed like they were nothing but worthless pieces of paper.
Yugi sat down and listened hard.
"I know nothing of your father, to be exact. For all I care, he could be some good-for-nothing punk." Grandpa resumed to his cold state as he moved on." Your mother, was pretty, sharp tongued, independent, wild, and stubborn. She did what she wished and almost nothing could stop her hard-headed self. She never listened to what I said." He didn't smile as he said that and still looked stone- faced. " And she was a tramp and a slut."
"Grandpa!" said Yugi, shocked," How could you say something like that to my mother, your daughter! Didn't you love her?"
"Don't you dare say that I didn't love my own daughter!" thundered Grandpa. His face was twisted and contorted. "She had you when she was 15 and left both you when you were only two days old. She didn't care about you or me, Yugi," said Grandpa in a gruff voice," And she's never coming back."
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Yugi flopped onto his bed and rolled onto his backside. 'Grandpa sure gets a little strange whenever I mention her.' he thought.
'Who, Yugi?' asked his Yami, yawning.
'Where were you?' asked Yugi to Yami.
'I was taking a nap,' responded Yami, 'Now, who are you talking about?'
'My mom,' he answered,' Grandpa seems to hate her.'
'He hates his own daughter?'
'That's what I said,' sighed Yugi,' He blew up and told me that he still loved her. Weird, huh? I have a picture of her. Do you want to see it?'
Yami smiled and nodded his head.
Yugi groped for the photo under his pillow then received it. 'Here,' he said to Yami,' It's not a good picture. Grandpa tried to burn everything that reminded him of her when I was two. I saved this one.' He showed his Yami the charred, burnt photo.
Yami stared hard into the sad face on the picture. The girl looked awfully familiar. Yami just couldn't put his finger on it.
"What was your mom like?"
"Huh?" That question caught Yami by surprise.
"How was your mom like?" repeated Yugi as he laid flat on his stomach.
'She was beautiful," Yami said slowly, as if trying to remember her," And very smart. She knew how to play thousands of instruments and drew pretty pictures. I loved her a lot.'
'Wow . . . ' said Yugi. He drew a picture in his mind of a beautiful Egyptian Queen who was very talented and skillful.' Do you think she knew that you were sealed into the Millennium Puzzle?'
'I don't know,' said Yami in a flat voice,' She died of the plague when I was fourteen.'
'I'm sorry.'
'Don't be. She's in Heaven with the Gods now, watching over us.'
Yugi felt better, knowing that Yami's mother was looking after them like a guardian angel.
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Yugi twisted and turned in his slumber. Yelling. There was so much yelling. He could hear Grandpa's voice through the sea of racket. He sat up and looked around his dark room and blinked. He was expecting Yami to wake up from the noise, but Yami was fortunately a sound sleeper. "Yami!" he whispered. "Yami!"
'What? What is it, Yugi? What's wrong?" came the sleepy reply from his Yami.
"I hear Grandpa yelling at someone. There might be trouble."
'Yugi, he's probably yelling at the television. Go back to bed." said Yami exasperated.
"Yami . . . I really think someone's out there."
'Hmmm. . . .. I don't know . . . I think I hear a person too. You better go check."
Yugi kicked of his covers and softly padded down the stairs and into the front of the shop. Someone was standing in the doorway, talking in a low voice to his Grandpa. He couldn't tell who it was, but by the shadowy curves, he could see that it was a woman. He cautiously stepped forward and saw through the dim light that it was.
"Mai?" he said finally in disbelief.
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Hey . . .this is my first fanfic . . . no flames please. I called this story," The Summer Of The Peacocks" since Kujaku Mai means "Dancing Peacock" (or something like that) and Yugi's looking for his mom and dad. Don't hate me because of the title, my sister thought of it. -_-; (sweat drop) Good so far? Send me a review of what you think.
Summonedskull007
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"Hey, Yugi!" called out the tall brunette to the tri-colored haired boy. Yugi turned around and saw his best friend Tea, running towards him, waving her arms like windmills. She finally caught up with him and gasped for breath, her usually pale cheeks were pink and flushed and she grabbed a pole and leaned on it for support.
"What is it, Tea?" He asked, concerned.
"I got a call from my mom," she explained breathlessly," She's taking me to a weekend get away, so I won't be able to sleep over at your house tonight. Sorry, maybe next time."
He tried not to look disappointed and kept his cheery composure," That's okay, Tea, I understand."
She gave him a terrific grin," Thanks, Yuge, I knew I could count on you." A dark red mini-van suddenly drove up beside them on the road and honked.
"Oh!" Tea said," That's my mom. See you later, Yugi! I'll come over on Friday, all right?
"Okay," said Yugi," Have a good time at the mall."
"I will! Bye!" Replied Tea, hopping into the front seat of the car and waved to him through the window as the car sped away.
Yugi sighed and journeyed on to the game shop. He was pretty lucky as luck went. He had a lot of friends, a great grandpa, the best dueling deck ever, his Yami, and he had heard that some girls in his class thought he was cute.
Yes, Yugi had almost everything he could dream of . . . that is . . . except parents. Grandpa never spoke of his father and called his mother a ghost. That didn't nessisarily mean that she was dead, but was to be forgotten and never mentioned of.
Many lonely Father's Day and Mother's Day had passed, still leaving hopeful that one day, a man or woman would come to Yugi, smile and say, "Yugi, you are my son."
Yugi suddenly stopped walking. A pretty lady holding hands with a little boy had just walked out of the candy store. "These lollipops look good, mommy," said the little boy to his mother. The lady smiled," They sure do, Tommy." Hand in hand, they walked across the street.
Yugi's amethyst eyes abruptly filled with tears, and he hurried away. He had countless dreams of what his parents would be like. A dad that would take him to football games and a mom who would cook delicious homemade food.
But that didn't mean he was not grateful for his grandpa, though he would rather watch football games on the television, and usually burned food. Nevertheless, the thought about his parents, who were somewhere, out there, looking for him.
Sometimes, parents weren't always great. Joey complained about both of his parents, Bakura's father never got time to spend with him, and Tristan never even spoke about his mother.
Yugi halted to a stop. He was in front of the Turtle Game Shop. He pushed the door back and entered. Grandpa was sitting on a stool behind the counter with a newspaper in his hands as always. "Hello, Yugi," he said, barely lifting his eyes to greet his grandson," How was school today?"
"It was fine," said Yugi listlessly as he dropped his backpack onto the floor.
"Well, what seems to be the matter, Yugi?" questioned Grandpa, setting his paper down.
"Nothing," said Yugi, pretending to be interested in the Cosmos Queen sitting in the display case. " Grandpa . . . . I need to ask you something . . . but I don't think you'll like it . . ."
"Try me," said Grandpa, picking up a big box the new shipment of rare cards.
"I-I want to know about my mother!" blurted out Yugi.
Grandpa dropped the carton of cards as if they were a sack of wet potatoes. It was so quiet; Yugi could hear every card hit the floor. Grandpa bent down and grabbed the cards in frenzy, like a squirrel dropping its beloved acorns and hurrying to collect them before somebody else does. His face was completely drained of color. "Yugi," he said in a hoarse, yet stern voice," You know I am not comfortable with that one subject."
"I know . . . I warned you . . .it's just that- I need to know about her, and my father. I have a right to know at least _ something _ about them!" Yugi said in a desperate voice.
"All right then," said Grandpa coldly," If you insist, then I will tell you." He dumped the cards into the card board box so carelessly, it seemed like they were nothing but worthless pieces of paper.
Yugi sat down and listened hard.
"I know nothing of your father, to be exact. For all I care, he could be some good-for-nothing punk." Grandpa resumed to his cold state as he moved on." Your mother, was pretty, sharp tongued, independent, wild, and stubborn. She did what she wished and almost nothing could stop her hard-headed self. She never listened to what I said." He didn't smile as he said that and still looked stone- faced. " And she was a tramp and a slut."
"Grandpa!" said Yugi, shocked," How could you say something like that to my mother, your daughter! Didn't you love her?"
"Don't you dare say that I didn't love my own daughter!" thundered Grandpa. His face was twisted and contorted. "She had you when she was 15 and left both you when you were only two days old. She didn't care about you or me, Yugi," said Grandpa in a gruff voice," And she's never coming back."
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Yugi flopped onto his bed and rolled onto his backside. 'Grandpa sure gets a little strange whenever I mention her.' he thought.
'Who, Yugi?' asked his Yami, yawning.
'Where were you?' asked Yugi to Yami.
'I was taking a nap,' responded Yami, 'Now, who are you talking about?'
'My mom,' he answered,' Grandpa seems to hate her.'
'He hates his own daughter?'
'That's what I said,' sighed Yugi,' He blew up and told me that he still loved her. Weird, huh? I have a picture of her. Do you want to see it?'
Yami smiled and nodded his head.
Yugi groped for the photo under his pillow then received it. 'Here,' he said to Yami,' It's not a good picture. Grandpa tried to burn everything that reminded him of her when I was two. I saved this one.' He showed his Yami the charred, burnt photo.
Yami stared hard into the sad face on the picture. The girl looked awfully familiar. Yami just couldn't put his finger on it.
"What was your mom like?"
"Huh?" That question caught Yami by surprise.
"How was your mom like?" repeated Yugi as he laid flat on his stomach.
'She was beautiful," Yami said slowly, as if trying to remember her," And very smart. She knew how to play thousands of instruments and drew pretty pictures. I loved her a lot.'
'Wow . . . ' said Yugi. He drew a picture in his mind of a beautiful Egyptian Queen who was very talented and skillful.' Do you think she knew that you were sealed into the Millennium Puzzle?'
'I don't know,' said Yami in a flat voice,' She died of the plague when I was fourteen.'
'I'm sorry.'
'Don't be. She's in Heaven with the Gods now, watching over us.'
Yugi felt better, knowing that Yami's mother was looking after them like a guardian angel.
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Yugi twisted and turned in his slumber. Yelling. There was so much yelling. He could hear Grandpa's voice through the sea of racket. He sat up and looked around his dark room and blinked. He was expecting Yami to wake up from the noise, but Yami was fortunately a sound sleeper. "Yami!" he whispered. "Yami!"
'What? What is it, Yugi? What's wrong?" came the sleepy reply from his Yami.
"I hear Grandpa yelling at someone. There might be trouble."
'Yugi, he's probably yelling at the television. Go back to bed." said Yami exasperated.
"Yami . . . I really think someone's out there."
'Hmmm. . . .. I don't know . . . I think I hear a person too. You better go check."
Yugi kicked of his covers and softly padded down the stairs and into the front of the shop. Someone was standing in the doorway, talking in a low voice to his Grandpa. He couldn't tell who it was, but by the shadowy curves, he could see that it was a woman. He cautiously stepped forward and saw through the dim light that it was.
"Mai?" he said finally in disbelief.
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Hey . . .this is my first fanfic . . . no flames please. I called this story," The Summer Of The Peacocks" since Kujaku Mai means "Dancing Peacock" (or something like that) and Yugi's looking for his mom and dad. Don't hate me because of the title, my sister thought of it. -_-; (sweat drop) Good so far? Send me a review of what you think.
Summonedskull007
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