The Good Child
Yawning from sleep, a half awake Yuugi Motou walked down the stairs from his bedroom into the kitchen, skin still slightly pale from the day before. His grandfather sat at the table and watched all of this while sipping his morning coffee, noticing the still sleeping Yami trailing along behind him, arms wrapped around Yuugi's waist, and head resting against his neck. Crimson eyes were closed, still trying to get some sleep.
Despite that fact that Sugoroku severely disapproved of Yami's sinister actions, he couldn't help but give a small chuckle.
"I see you have something attatched to you, Yuugi." (1)
Yuugi could only mumble a "Huh? Oh, yeah. . ." and stumbled over to the fridge to pull out the orange juice.
"How are you feeling today?"
Sitting down, Yami pulling Yuugi into his lap and continuing to snore, Yuugi poured the orange liquid into a glass. "A little better. I still have a bit of a head ache, though."
His grandfather quirked an eyebrow. "You do? Why?"
Yuugi sighed. "Taking off the puzzle, it's like ripping half of my soul away, and that pulls at every part of my body. It puts a strain on my heart and my breathing, and any and all coherent thoughts leave me. It scares me more than anything. It just hurts so much."
"Yuugi, if I had known. . . I had no idea."
His grandson gave a half-hearted smile. "I know grandpa. It's all right now. Yami was grateful for your help."
Although the old man was silent, it surprised him. He thought that the only one Yami would ever show any kind of emotion like that to, aside from the usual grunts and snarls, was Yuugi. In a way, it made him seem a little more human, and a little easier to deal with, it seemed.
"What do you think would have happened if the puzzle broke when it fell?" Sugoroku couldn't help but ask.
"It quite possibly could have killed him," Yami said.
This was the first time that Yami had ever said -anything- to the elder male. Anything at all.
And not only that, but it was part of a -civil- conversation!
"We'll have to keep a closer eye from now on," he sighed, shifting his aged purple eyes away. Yuugi's life was his number one priority, no matter who he chose to be with.
Eyes still closed, Yami was confering with his other half. :He wants to keep us together, my light?:
:I know, I'm as shocked as you.:
:How should we take this?:
:I trust him, Yami. I know that he cares about me, and doesn't want to see me get hurt. I think that's why he was afraid of you. The pre- misconsceptions of evil and everything, he probably thought you wanted something horrible with me.:
A mental snort. :That's ridiculous. Why would he think that?:
:What would you think if you found me in someone else's bedroom?:
A bristling anger through their link at that thought. :I would think that someone's blood would be spilled all over their pretty little floor.:
:Exactly Yami. That's why he was so worried.:
:Hmm. . .: Yes, it did make perfect sense. Why wouldn't it? His hikari always made sense.
:All right, hikari. If you say that we can trust him, we will.:
In a way, it was probably a good thing that such a catastrophy occured, allowing the three in that little kitchen that morning to shed a little more light on the mystery of what thrived inside of a seventeen year old boy.
Suddenly, a thought flittered across Yuugi's mind. "Don't I have school today?"
"I called you in sick today, Yuugi. You need one more day of rest."
The teenager sighed a sigh of utter releif. "Thank you grandpa."
"You're welcome."
:See, I told you.:
Yami snickered. :Yes, dear.:
* * * * *
"What do you mean he's gone!?"
"Just what I said! I mean he's gone! Vanished! Haven't seen him in months!"
"The Prince of Darkness doesn't just VANISH. Get him back here!!" An angry voice screached through the empty void, ripping it a part with a simple tone.
He was angry, to put it midly. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not since the beginning of time had something as, as, -weird- as this happen.
Death himself just vanish into thin air? Leaving behind his minions to do the biddings of the devil?
Absolutely unheard of.
An inhuman screach greeted his ears, purple eyes turning to see.
A mangled corpse prowled in front of him much like a feline would, blood pooling in its tracks. Old veins that at one point in time might have held some blood dangled from lacerated wounds, intestines spilling to the ground.
Unworthy foul beast. How dare the prince leave him here to guard the Throne of Sin, surrounded by these foul things! Decaying flesh wreeked everywhere!
With a cry of anger, he threw black energy at the hapless remains of the evil soul, sending now into the eternal torment. The eternal screams that forever would fill this place.
Yes, Malik would get his revenge. He didn't want to be here as much as the prince didn't. Why should he have to stay, while the other could go? Why!?
Oh, yes, revenge would be so utterly sweet.
* * * *
(1) In the story "Fly Away Home" by Ocean, this was quite a similiar scene, and it was just so cute I couldn't help but but it in. Love your stories, Ocean!
Yes, I know that this one is quite particularly short, a bit of a writers block for the time being. But don't worry, my muse Zuka-chan will help me get rid of that. Oh, and please, if you really like this stuff, could some of you read my contest submission, Obsessions of Sin? Onegai? It's so lonely, only four reviews. I want to know if it even has a chance. Thanks again, and I have a new story out! Tainted Submission! Best yet! *coughs* Yeah right. *coughs* Thanks you! *glomps reveiwers*
Yawning from sleep, a half awake Yuugi Motou walked down the stairs from his bedroom into the kitchen, skin still slightly pale from the day before. His grandfather sat at the table and watched all of this while sipping his morning coffee, noticing the still sleeping Yami trailing along behind him, arms wrapped around Yuugi's waist, and head resting against his neck. Crimson eyes were closed, still trying to get some sleep.
Despite that fact that Sugoroku severely disapproved of Yami's sinister actions, he couldn't help but give a small chuckle.
"I see you have something attatched to you, Yuugi." (1)
Yuugi could only mumble a "Huh? Oh, yeah. . ." and stumbled over to the fridge to pull out the orange juice.
"How are you feeling today?"
Sitting down, Yami pulling Yuugi into his lap and continuing to snore, Yuugi poured the orange liquid into a glass. "A little better. I still have a bit of a head ache, though."
His grandfather quirked an eyebrow. "You do? Why?"
Yuugi sighed. "Taking off the puzzle, it's like ripping half of my soul away, and that pulls at every part of my body. It puts a strain on my heart and my breathing, and any and all coherent thoughts leave me. It scares me more than anything. It just hurts so much."
"Yuugi, if I had known. . . I had no idea."
His grandson gave a half-hearted smile. "I know grandpa. It's all right now. Yami was grateful for your help."
Although the old man was silent, it surprised him. He thought that the only one Yami would ever show any kind of emotion like that to, aside from the usual grunts and snarls, was Yuugi. In a way, it made him seem a little more human, and a little easier to deal with, it seemed.
"What do you think would have happened if the puzzle broke when it fell?" Sugoroku couldn't help but ask.
"It quite possibly could have killed him," Yami said.
This was the first time that Yami had ever said -anything- to the elder male. Anything at all.
And not only that, but it was part of a -civil- conversation!
"We'll have to keep a closer eye from now on," he sighed, shifting his aged purple eyes away. Yuugi's life was his number one priority, no matter who he chose to be with.
Eyes still closed, Yami was confering with his other half. :He wants to keep us together, my light?:
:I know, I'm as shocked as you.:
:How should we take this?:
:I trust him, Yami. I know that he cares about me, and doesn't want to see me get hurt. I think that's why he was afraid of you. The pre- misconsceptions of evil and everything, he probably thought you wanted something horrible with me.:
A mental snort. :That's ridiculous. Why would he think that?:
:What would you think if you found me in someone else's bedroom?:
A bristling anger through their link at that thought. :I would think that someone's blood would be spilled all over their pretty little floor.:
:Exactly Yami. That's why he was so worried.:
:Hmm. . .: Yes, it did make perfect sense. Why wouldn't it? His hikari always made sense.
:All right, hikari. If you say that we can trust him, we will.:
In a way, it was probably a good thing that such a catastrophy occured, allowing the three in that little kitchen that morning to shed a little more light on the mystery of what thrived inside of a seventeen year old boy.
Suddenly, a thought flittered across Yuugi's mind. "Don't I have school today?"
"I called you in sick today, Yuugi. You need one more day of rest."
The teenager sighed a sigh of utter releif. "Thank you grandpa."
"You're welcome."
:See, I told you.:
Yami snickered. :Yes, dear.:
* * * * *
"What do you mean he's gone!?"
"Just what I said! I mean he's gone! Vanished! Haven't seen him in months!"
"The Prince of Darkness doesn't just VANISH. Get him back here!!" An angry voice screached through the empty void, ripping it a part with a simple tone.
He was angry, to put it midly. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not since the beginning of time had something as, as, -weird- as this happen.
Death himself just vanish into thin air? Leaving behind his minions to do the biddings of the devil?
Absolutely unheard of.
An inhuman screach greeted his ears, purple eyes turning to see.
A mangled corpse prowled in front of him much like a feline would, blood pooling in its tracks. Old veins that at one point in time might have held some blood dangled from lacerated wounds, intestines spilling to the ground.
Unworthy foul beast. How dare the prince leave him here to guard the Throne of Sin, surrounded by these foul things! Decaying flesh wreeked everywhere!
With a cry of anger, he threw black energy at the hapless remains of the evil soul, sending now into the eternal torment. The eternal screams that forever would fill this place.
Yes, Malik would get his revenge. He didn't want to be here as much as the prince didn't. Why should he have to stay, while the other could go? Why!?
Oh, yes, revenge would be so utterly sweet.
* * * *
(1) In the story "Fly Away Home" by Ocean, this was quite a similiar scene, and it was just so cute I couldn't help but but it in. Love your stories, Ocean!
Yes, I know that this one is quite particularly short, a bit of a writers block for the time being. But don't worry, my muse Zuka-chan will help me get rid of that. Oh, and please, if you really like this stuff, could some of you read my contest submission, Obsessions of Sin? Onegai? It's so lonely, only four reviews. I want to know if it even has a chance. Thanks again, and I have a new story out! Tainted Submission! Best yet! *coughs* Yeah right. *coughs* Thanks you! *glomps reveiwers*