Shadu: Here's another chapter. Hope you enjoy it, in a weird way.
"Yugi, come here, this instant young man," Yugi's mom called strictly to her young child.
The young, bright-eyed Yugi scampered over to his mother, not knowing what he did wrong. He looked up at his mom with his big, seven year-old eyes.
Yugi always liked to look at his mom. He thought that she was like a super hero or something. Her hair was long and elegant, and the color of a beautiful mahogany. She had it up in a ponytail right now, but it was still beautiful. Her eyes, they were, the deepest shade of purple and blue he had ever seen. Yugi always liked his mama's eyes. They made him feel good. They were so kind and pretty.
"Yes mama?" he asked.
"Did you leave your toys in the living room?" his mom asked.
Yugi twisted his face in thought. And then, as if a light bulb had turned on, he bolted into the living room where he quickly picked up his toys. His mom sighed as she heard his breathlessness setting in. So, she bent down and helped him. Yugi paused for a second, looking at his mom. Then, when he realized she was helping, smiled and returned to his work. Yugi's father, who was leaning on the doorway to the living room, chuckled.
He was a man about the same age as his wife. He had the same tri-colored, spiky hair that Yugi did. In all honesty, Yugi was nearly a spitting image of his father. His father, however, kept his bangs from hanging in hi face, so he either tucked them behind his ear, or cut them off. His eyes were brown and sparkling. He looked like he hadn't shaved in days; he claimed he was trying to grow a beard. But his wife knew better. He just was too lazy to shave.
"Harusame, why do you baby him like that?" Yugi's father called.
"For the same reason you baby him John," Harusame retorted.
John chuckled again and said, "You got me there."
"Well don't just stand there, come help us," Harusame called.
"I'm almost done mama," Yugi told her.
After putting his toys in the chest that was in the living room, he laid down on the couch. Harusame unloaded her own arms and walked over to him. She sat down beside him and drew him into her lap. Yugi looked up at her with his big, purple eyes.
"Are you tired?" Harusame asked.
Yugi didn't say anything, but nodded his head wearily. Harusame smiled a little at Yugi.
"I'll take the little squirt up," John offered.
Harusame nodded and handed Yugi over to John. John's strong arms held Yugi close as he climbed the stairs. Yugi laid limply in his father's arms, Yugi's head against his own chest, bouncing in time with his father's steps. His father smiled down at him as they went up the stairs and into Yugi's room. John laid Yugi down, and covered his body up to his chin. Yugi rolled onto his side and then fell fast asleep.
John chuckled a little as he entered the living room again. Harusame looked up at him as he entered.
"What's so funny John?" she asked.
"It's just that, Yugi's the only seven year-old I know that will willingly go to bed at five o' clock, get up just long enough to eat, and then go right back to bed," John shrugged.
"Honey, you KNOW why," Harusame scolded.
"Yes, yes, I know," John sighed. "But I still find it funny. All other parents have to fight with their seven year-olds to go to bed. He does it on his own."
"John, just stop it," Harusame shot quickly.
"Okay, alright, I'll stop," John threw up his hand and walked over to the couch and sat down beside his wife. "I'm just trying to make it seem less than it is, look at the bright in other words."
"I know," Harusame sighed. "It's just, you know I'm very protective of Yugi."
"Yes, I'm VERY aware of that," John told her.
"He's just like our angel," Harusame looked at her husband. "Our third chance."
"I know, and he's as precious to me as he is to you," John held her close.
Harusame thought about just how specail Yugi was. The two of them had tried before, to have a baby. It never worked. They had always been born still, or had been a miscarriage. They were almost ready to give up when they had Yugi. They both believed it was a miracle. They had been so happy to finally have a child to call their own. But he didn't come without his flaws. He had been born with a disease that, while it wasn't a deadly one, usually, could be debilitating. Still, they were very happy with Yugi. And while he always seemed tired now, they both knew that as time went on, and he grew, and gained endurance, that wouldn'y be the case.
"John, remember when Yugi was first born?" Harusame asked suddenly.
"Yeah," John nodded.
"Remember how happy we were?" Harusame asked.
"How could I not?" John asked.
"He is our little miracle, our angel," Harusame sighed.
John nodded in agreement. Only a ring of the doorbell caused them to pull out of their thoughts about the small boy. John rose to his feet and answered the door. His father, Solomon Mutou, stood outside.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" John asked. "We weren't expecting you until tomorrow. Ah well, never mind, come in."
Solomon came in and sat down in the chair in the living room. John soon followed, sitting down beside Harusame.
"Where's Chonda?" Harusame asked.
"That's who I'm here to talk about," Grandpa said somely.
Shadu: Can you guess what happened? If you want more, review. Sorry if it was kinda short...
