Haku: SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -Takes a deep breath- SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY!!!!
Y. Haku: Okay, Hikari, I think you've grovelled enough. They may forgive you for not updating this fic in god knows how long now.
Haku: -pouts.- Anyways, happy Easter everyone! -Gives out cyber chocolate eggs and bunnies to all-
Haga: -Eats a chocolate insect queen egg- Thanks for the chocolate, Haku.
Haku: That's another thing, IT'S HOLIDAYS!!!! Two weeks of absolute bliss and free time, which means that both this week and next, most likely, everything will be updated. ^_^ Be happy people!
WARNINGS:
1. Insane authoress.
2. No Anzu bashing because I have to keep my Easter promise... Until Easter next year...
3. OOC Yugi.
4. Character death, swearing, violence... the things that make a good action movie...
DISCLAIMER:
Haku: I don't think we're in Kansas anymore Toto....
RANDOM NOTE:
-twitches- Last time, it didn't show the links that I put in my end notes, so if you want to see my devart gallery and Kohaku's fanfiction account, just go to my profile, and you can find the links there. Thankies!
Also, PLEASE check out Kohaku's fics, he's getting upset that I'm getting more reviews than him. And it goes without saying that an upset Kohaku means a not very happy Haku.
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Two.
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Who are you?
Are you a spectator? Or do you take part in the great spectacle of life?
Decide, or fate will decide for you.
The spirit of the Millennium puzzle was in turmoil. For what seemed like forever, his Hikari had been screaming and writhing in agony upon the side of the road, and being only a spirit; the ancient pharaoh could not help his younger partner. All previous feelings of anger forgotten, the one known as Mou Hitori no Yuugi watched, and tried to offer soothing words, for all the good they did.
His stern features were etched with worry and anger, for so far, not one person had come to help.
And, then, as abruptly as the screaming started, it stopped. Yugi? The spirit tried, testing the water before he went, and wrapped his non existent arms around the boy, knowing all the while that Yugi couldn't feel the gesture of comfort. Are you alright? The boy made no signal that he had heard. He was half conscious, a look of great pain etched upon his features, almost as if he was fighting a cataclysmic battle within himself, and his resolve was quickly fading.
'Stupid question.' The spirit thought to himself, as he watched the boy gasp for air. Don't worry, Yugi, I'll get us home. The spirit whispered to the boy, gently probing at the boy's consciousness. Yugi finally seemed to realise what the spirit wanted to do, and retreated to his own soulroom, allowing the corporeal spirit control of his small and slender frame.
Almost immediately a bright light flashed around the boy, and his eyes narrowed, taking upon a bloody crimson hue. Golden streaks raced back through his hair, and his whole stature slimmed out, and took upon a more adult shape. The spirit, now in control of his partner's body quickly paced away from the scene of the twisted wreck, towards a certain turtle-shaped game shop, about three hours walk into the distance.
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Sugoruku Mouto was beginning to wonder what was keeping his usually punctual grandson from returning home that night. Sure, it was Jounouchi's birthday, and thus the group of teenagers had reason to celebrate, but when it was nearing seven the next morning, and Yugi still hadn't returned, or even called, the old man had a right to establish fretting parental instincts in place of 'Yugi's a smart boy, he won't do anything that would put himself in danger'. The old man blinked, his excessively large purple eyes showing just the extent of the worry he felt.
Suddenly, and making the old man jump in surprise, the bell to the game store part of the home rang, a merry tinkling sound. Running as fast as his short legs would carry him, the man threw open the 'employees only' door through to the shop, and saw a most peculiar sight.
Yugi stood, panting slightly as if he had walked 3 miles, and he looked slightly different to what the old man remembered. "Mr. Mouto." Ahh. That's why. Sugoruku looked at the Pharaoh, currently in possession of his grandson with incessant worry. For the spirit to be panting slightly, he must have walked at least 5 miles.
"What is wrong, Atemu?" The elderly man asked, helping the proud pharaoh inside. The spirit shook his head, and gestured towards the kitchen, as if a statement of not now, food first.
Sugoruku smiled, just like the spirit, looking after Yugi's need for food. But this posed the question, just why was the spirit in control of his grandson's body? It was a well known fact that he only did so when there was trouble, or a particularly hard-slash-life threatening duel, so why?
Once the pharaoh had had a small amount of food, and a glass of water, he looked up, directly into Sugoruku's eyes. Within them, there was a look of great sadness, and Sugoruku found himself thinking, 'Oh shit. What's happened this time?'
"Mr. Mouto, I do not know what happened exactly, but there's something wrong with your grandson." Came the Pharaohs reply to an unspoken question. The Atemu looked down into the empty glass contained within his fingers, running his finger along its rim. "Whilst we were driving home, we..." he paused, Sugoruku stared intently at his face, wondering why he had stopped speaking so abruptly.
"Go on." He prompted, a gentle and kind note to his voice.
The pharaoh sighed, his blood red eyes softened in a look of worry for his partner. "We hit a young girl." Sugoruku gasped. "She stood in the middle of the road and did not move, even when we tried to stop. She died." He said it, with a touch of sadness, but with an air of 'there's more, but will that do?' Sugoruku blinked, wounded by the fact that his grandson and his grandson's best friend (albeit a spirit) had accidentally killed another human, something they had both vowed never to do.
"That's not all, is it?"
"No, Yugi was... affected. He started screaming, and when he stopped, well, he hasn't spoken in 3 hours."
"The time it took you to walk home." Sugoruku surmised, and the spirit nodded. "I will inform the police that this has happened, Atemu, in the mean time, go up to Yugi's room, and try to get some rest."
The Pharaoh nodded, and wearily trudged out of the homely kitchen and up the stairs to his partner's room. The darkness gently rested upon the bed that belonged to his Aibou, and gently slipped into the cavernous hallways of his mind.
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Walking along dim and ancient hallways, the pharaoh had a sudden sinking feeling of despair, as he realised that he still hadn't heard a word from his partner ever since the girl died. Was the boy affected that much by the accident? Could he have been?
'Yes.' That was the answer, for this was Yugi that they were talking about. The Boy had a heart that was much too big, and something like this could shock him into not talking and feeling depressed for the rest of his life. The long corridors of the spirit's mind seemed to drag on as he searched for a path that would lead him to the exit. Not many times did Atemu go to his other's soul room, only when it could no longer be helped did he do so. He believed that this was one of those times, and he would be there to offer the boy company in only the way that he could.
Finally finding his way out of the dank, moss covered walls of his own dreary mind, Yami pushed open the ancient door to a hallway beyond, and crossed, quickly to his partner's room. Knocking softly upon the door, Atemu proceeded to put his hand upon the door knob to enter, when a shaky voice came from inside.
"Leave me be Mou hitori no boku! It's for your own good."
"But Aibou I..."
"Just GO! Leave me alone!" There was something about Yugi's voice, an edge of panic to it, which instilled a sense of fear into Yami's heart.
"Are you alright Yugi? I just want your help."
The growl that followed had an almost insane tint to it, as a very un-yugilike voice whispered dangerously, "I don't need your help, now GO!"
With a startled gasp, the spirit withdrew his hand from the door and stared in horror. A sticky red substance was spreading from the door's handle and slowly seeping to the floor. With slight trepidation, the spirit opened his own hand and looked at the fluid present there. His voice mingled with fear and disgust, Atemu gasped, half in shock, half in anger, "It's blood, Yugi's soulroom is bleeding."
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Haku: Okies, everyone, that was dismally short, but I have to leave it there for now. Next chapter focuses a lot more on Yugi, who is feeling... unwell.
Y. Haku: I'd be feeling unwell if I had two throbbing lumps just below my shoulder blades too...
Haga: You two! Shush!
REVIEW REPLIES:
Princess Krystal01- Sorry I kept you waiting so long then. (You wouldn't BELIEVE how hard this is to write.)
Mimiheart-And another one! ^_^ You should know by now that I love me cliffies. Anyways, I'm glad you're gonna read! ^_^
Bayleef- Mebbe you should have put the pressure on, then I would have updated faster... -sweatdrop- sorry about the long wait
Saiyan Jedi- yah, all the stuff's in my bio, check there. And sorry it took so long to update this... It won't take that long next time, okay?
Galenhiril- Is that name elvish? -looks at it- Anyways, Yeah, the other characters are in it, though the plotline is Yugi and Yami centric, like most of my fics... Thanks for the compliments!
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Y. Haku: Okay people, you got your new chapter, now READ AND REVIEW!!!
Haku: Please?