Author's Note: Heya, are you all ready for MY version of a Yu-Gi-Oh
competition? This'll include things that American T.V. always cut out to
make watching a little easier on the kiddies; in other words be prepared
for a bit of MATURE THEMES! No, I don't mean sex. Jeez, what were you
people thinking? . Gotcha.
Disclaimer: I STILL don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!... damnit.
A bit of an update: Okay, now that I know what hospitals do with you while you're waiting in agony for you to fix you up, I revised a bit. Or a least I know what my hospital did. Actually, due to the fact that I ran out of time and my ever so recent injury, I wasn't able to type until about a week ago. So please, forgive.
The world was in shades of grey when Yugi opened his eyes. Grey and misty. And wobbly. Yugi gave a sickened moan and picked up an arm to rub his face, and he blinked his eyes to clear his vision. Abruptly, Solomon Motou appeared in Yugi field of vision, looking worried. He put a hand on Yugi's head, smoothing back his sweaty hair from his damp forehead. Solomon's eyes blinked and Yugi wasn't sure if he was trying to improve his aged vision, or if he was blinking back tears.
"Yugi." Solomon said, huskily. "How do you feel?" Yugi gave his grandfather his irrepressible smile, though it was only a pale ghost of what it had previously been.
"I'm okay." Yugi whispered back. For some reason, his voice didn't seem to want to go any louder than a whisper. As silence ensued, Yugi was suddenly alerted of a gentle, steady beeping in the background. Looking around for the source of the noise, he was also alerted to the fact that this wasn't his bed. No in fact it looked like—
"Grandpa? Am I in the hospital?" The boy asked in what was almost a squeak. The beeping speeded up almost imperceptibly. Solomon looked over at the heart monitor, then back to his grandson and reached out again, gently stroking the boy's head and making gentle hushing noises.
"Yes, Yugi. Apparently, you had a sort of seizure; the doctors are going to make sure you're alright." Solomon was obviously distressed but trying to hide it. Yugi, young, but not stupid, made to comfort him and was interrupted by a doctor entering the room. Solomon glanced over at the doctor, looked back at his grandson and gave the boy a reassuring smile. Yugi glanced apprehensively at the doctor as Solomon rose and left, leaving Yugi alone with the doctor.
It wasn't so bad, really, being in a hospital. If you were quiet and clever enough, you could sneak from your room to enjoy a bit of fresh air next to the windows and gather your thoughts. This was precisely what Yugi found himself doing; after the doctor had left, he had taken Solomon aside to converse with him. They had not yet come back.
"Spirit." whispered Yugi to his puzzle. "What happened, d'you think? I mean, that was pretty weird wasn't it? Am I going insane?" A deep, low chuckle rose, slightly jaded and tinged with bitterness.
"No, you're not. You're either channeling or the offspring of the Scion are a lot more powerful than I thought. And I thought the Scion himself was weak." Another chuckle, louder this time. Yugi felt as though his brain, which previously felt as though a baby dragon had used it as a chew toy, were slowly piecing back together. A problem to solve was just like putting together a puzzle, one of his favourite pastimes.
"Um, Spirit. Isn't a descendant a scion? What is the scion? I don't understand." Yugi would have liked to say more, and his Spirit would have liked to answer, but a pretty, preppy little nurse from America interrupted.
"Yugi? Yugi Motou? There you are! We thought you'd run away. We'd like to take your blood pressure and do a few tests and you're home free. If you could come with me, please?" Yugi looked over his shoulder, wariness immediately kicking in. He pushed himself out of his chair, not without some difficulty, and walked totteringly to the nurse.
Guess it'll have to wait, Spirit. Yugi gently intoned in his mind across the barren Soul Corridor. A dry chuckle answered. Silence.
Disclaimer: I STILL don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!... damnit.
A bit of an update: Okay, now that I know what hospitals do with you while you're waiting in agony for you to fix you up, I revised a bit. Or a least I know what my hospital did. Actually, due to the fact that I ran out of time and my ever so recent injury, I wasn't able to type until about a week ago. So please, forgive.
The world was in shades of grey when Yugi opened his eyes. Grey and misty. And wobbly. Yugi gave a sickened moan and picked up an arm to rub his face, and he blinked his eyes to clear his vision. Abruptly, Solomon Motou appeared in Yugi field of vision, looking worried. He put a hand on Yugi's head, smoothing back his sweaty hair from his damp forehead. Solomon's eyes blinked and Yugi wasn't sure if he was trying to improve his aged vision, or if he was blinking back tears.
"Yugi." Solomon said, huskily. "How do you feel?" Yugi gave his grandfather his irrepressible smile, though it was only a pale ghost of what it had previously been.
"I'm okay." Yugi whispered back. For some reason, his voice didn't seem to want to go any louder than a whisper. As silence ensued, Yugi was suddenly alerted of a gentle, steady beeping in the background. Looking around for the source of the noise, he was also alerted to the fact that this wasn't his bed. No in fact it looked like—
"Grandpa? Am I in the hospital?" The boy asked in what was almost a squeak. The beeping speeded up almost imperceptibly. Solomon looked over at the heart monitor, then back to his grandson and reached out again, gently stroking the boy's head and making gentle hushing noises.
"Yes, Yugi. Apparently, you had a sort of seizure; the doctors are going to make sure you're alright." Solomon was obviously distressed but trying to hide it. Yugi, young, but not stupid, made to comfort him and was interrupted by a doctor entering the room. Solomon glanced over at the doctor, looked back at his grandson and gave the boy a reassuring smile. Yugi glanced apprehensively at the doctor as Solomon rose and left, leaving Yugi alone with the doctor.
It wasn't so bad, really, being in a hospital. If you were quiet and clever enough, you could sneak from your room to enjoy a bit of fresh air next to the windows and gather your thoughts. This was precisely what Yugi found himself doing; after the doctor had left, he had taken Solomon aside to converse with him. They had not yet come back.
"Spirit." whispered Yugi to his puzzle. "What happened, d'you think? I mean, that was pretty weird wasn't it? Am I going insane?" A deep, low chuckle rose, slightly jaded and tinged with bitterness.
"No, you're not. You're either channeling or the offspring of the Scion are a lot more powerful than I thought. And I thought the Scion himself was weak." Another chuckle, louder this time. Yugi felt as though his brain, which previously felt as though a baby dragon had used it as a chew toy, were slowly piecing back together. A problem to solve was just like putting together a puzzle, one of his favourite pastimes.
"Um, Spirit. Isn't a descendant a scion? What is the scion? I don't understand." Yugi would have liked to say more, and his Spirit would have liked to answer, but a pretty, preppy little nurse from America interrupted.
"Yugi? Yugi Motou? There you are! We thought you'd run away. We'd like to take your blood pressure and do a few tests and you're home free. If you could come with me, please?" Yugi looked over his shoulder, wariness immediately kicking in. He pushed himself out of his chair, not without some difficulty, and walked totteringly to the nurse.
Guess it'll have to wait, Spirit. Yugi gently intoned in his mind across the barren Soul Corridor. A dry chuckle answered. Silence.