Chapter 3 I've Never Watched Someone Shave Before
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Gi Oh, or any of it's characters, I'm just borrowing them.
Leaning forwards he pulled his cheek up a little and ran the razor over his jaw, the hiss of hot water spilling from the tap into the sink was a calming sound that soothed his nerves. He still had no idea why the clock on his notebook computer said he had paused in his dictation for nearly an hour, or why all of his vid-mail had been read once allready, but he did remember seeing a flash of light as he touched the completed puzzle after hanging it around his neck.
"The simple answer is that the clock needs to be reset, after all, technology isn't perfect."
But the simplest answer isn't allways the best one and it didn't leave his curiousity satisfied very often, more likely he'd be wracking his brains for an hour before he came up with an answer that would begin to come close to satisfying it. The razor scraped over his cheek again as he began to puzzle out what had occoured in the intervening hour.
"I probably just spaced out for a while, i do tend to do that when i'm working over a problem, and i don't exactly have a shelf of resources to flip through untill i find the answers that i'm looking for, but I can......"
He trailed off as a flicker of motion in the mirror caught his eye, he glanced to the side as he set the razor down on the counter and pressed his hand against the tap, shutting off the flow of water. For a few seconds he held his breath, straining to hear the whisper of footsteps against the floor. Silence greeted his efforts quickly and lingered awhile before he gave up and stood up straight.
"Allright, who's there? There's no point in hiding now, I saw you come in, just show yourself and let's get this over with."
Another flicker of movement, a blur of color across the mirror told him where to look, behind himself and to the right, turning he shifted his stance to ward off any incoming blows, a knife would be the most likely, either high and stabbing downwards, or swiping at his ribs.
"I would be lying if I said you were what I was expecting for a host, but you found the pyramid, and that speaks for your intelligence, not to mention solving the Millennium puzzle."
The voice caught him off guard, strong and deep, full of confidence that spoke of a person who knew exactly what was going on and what he was doing. Standing before him was a man nearly a foot shorter than himself, clad in the same blue shirt and denim pants that teenagers on earth favored, but his hair was something else, waves of red and black and gold arched and hung in spikes. A pair of penetrating red eyes bored into his, seeming to pierce into his very soul, and around his neck.....
"Who are you, and where did you get THAT?"
His finger pointed at the same inverted pyramid puzzle that hung on a chain around his own neck, gleaming in the bathroom's lights like burnished gold. Something inside his skull clicked, the hair, the puzzle, even his face seemed familiar, if he could only remember where....
"You were inside the pyramid, one of the figures on the walls in the hall leading to the dias chamber."
The man nodded once as if it were plainly obvious to see, and it was. Walking over to the mirror he peered down at the razor lying on the edge of the sink for a moment before straightening up and taking two steps back.
"I've never watched someone shave before, why don't you finish and I will answer your questions?"
Eyeing the man skeptically he turned back to the sink and turned on the hot water as he picked up the razor once more, passing the blade through the stream flowing from the tap before running it over his cheek. He felt as if he could trust the man, a gut feeling that he relied on often.
"Who are you is a good starting question, and why are you wearing my clothes? the exact same clothes I am, for that matter...."
The man walked over and seated himself on the counter to his left, smiling as he watched him pass the razor over his face, obviously he was interested in this for some reason.
"You may call me 'Yami' if you wish, and as for why I am wearing your clothes..... it is because you are wearing them."
"......You do realize that isn't much of an answer....."
"My previous host was much too young to shave, I often wondered what it would be like to watch him do this...."
"What do you mean by host? You said that before, something about me not being what you expected. And what's the 'Millennium puzzle'?"
A smirk curved Yami's lips as he turned to face him, a rainbow colored shimmer appeared on his forehead, settling into a familiar looking shape that chilled him to his bones as the world around him faded to black.
"........The eye of horus......."
____________________________________________ Comments and suggestions are very welcome, infact, I BEG you for comments.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Gi Oh, or any of it's characters, I'm just borrowing them.
Leaning forwards he pulled his cheek up a little and ran the razor over his jaw, the hiss of hot water spilling from the tap into the sink was a calming sound that soothed his nerves. He still had no idea why the clock on his notebook computer said he had paused in his dictation for nearly an hour, or why all of his vid-mail had been read once allready, but he did remember seeing a flash of light as he touched the completed puzzle after hanging it around his neck.
"The simple answer is that the clock needs to be reset, after all, technology isn't perfect."
But the simplest answer isn't allways the best one and it didn't leave his curiousity satisfied very often, more likely he'd be wracking his brains for an hour before he came up with an answer that would begin to come close to satisfying it. The razor scraped over his cheek again as he began to puzzle out what had occoured in the intervening hour.
"I probably just spaced out for a while, i do tend to do that when i'm working over a problem, and i don't exactly have a shelf of resources to flip through untill i find the answers that i'm looking for, but I can......"
He trailed off as a flicker of motion in the mirror caught his eye, he glanced to the side as he set the razor down on the counter and pressed his hand against the tap, shutting off the flow of water. For a few seconds he held his breath, straining to hear the whisper of footsteps against the floor. Silence greeted his efforts quickly and lingered awhile before he gave up and stood up straight.
"Allright, who's there? There's no point in hiding now, I saw you come in, just show yourself and let's get this over with."
Another flicker of movement, a blur of color across the mirror told him where to look, behind himself and to the right, turning he shifted his stance to ward off any incoming blows, a knife would be the most likely, either high and stabbing downwards, or swiping at his ribs.
"I would be lying if I said you were what I was expecting for a host, but you found the pyramid, and that speaks for your intelligence, not to mention solving the Millennium puzzle."
The voice caught him off guard, strong and deep, full of confidence that spoke of a person who knew exactly what was going on and what he was doing. Standing before him was a man nearly a foot shorter than himself, clad in the same blue shirt and denim pants that teenagers on earth favored, but his hair was something else, waves of red and black and gold arched and hung in spikes. A pair of penetrating red eyes bored into his, seeming to pierce into his very soul, and around his neck.....
"Who are you, and where did you get THAT?"
His finger pointed at the same inverted pyramid puzzle that hung on a chain around his own neck, gleaming in the bathroom's lights like burnished gold. Something inside his skull clicked, the hair, the puzzle, even his face seemed familiar, if he could only remember where....
"You were inside the pyramid, one of the figures on the walls in the hall leading to the dias chamber."
The man nodded once as if it were plainly obvious to see, and it was. Walking over to the mirror he peered down at the razor lying on the edge of the sink for a moment before straightening up and taking two steps back.
"I've never watched someone shave before, why don't you finish and I will answer your questions?"
Eyeing the man skeptically he turned back to the sink and turned on the hot water as he picked up the razor once more, passing the blade through the stream flowing from the tap before running it over his cheek. He felt as if he could trust the man, a gut feeling that he relied on often.
"Who are you is a good starting question, and why are you wearing my clothes? the exact same clothes I am, for that matter...."
The man walked over and seated himself on the counter to his left, smiling as he watched him pass the razor over his face, obviously he was interested in this for some reason.
"You may call me 'Yami' if you wish, and as for why I am wearing your clothes..... it is because you are wearing them."
"......You do realize that isn't much of an answer....."
"My previous host was much too young to shave, I often wondered what it would be like to watch him do this...."
"What do you mean by host? You said that before, something about me not being what you expected. And what's the 'Millennium puzzle'?"
A smirk curved Yami's lips as he turned to face him, a rainbow colored shimmer appeared on his forehead, settling into a familiar looking shape that chilled him to his bones as the world around him faded to black.
"........The eye of horus......."
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