Madison: Wow, it's been awhile hey Lulu?

Sakura: -in bandages and is using crutches- Bite Me....

Madison: What's wrong? Is someone upset because we having wrote anything in awhile?

Sakura: You would be bitchy too if you were in bandages and crutches!

Madison: -pats Sakura on the head- you're sweet Lulu... By the way, how did that happen?

Sakura: IT'S SAKURA! FOR THE LAST TIME! ahem I was attacked by Yugi Fans....-scowls-

Madison: Meh...Do the disclaimer -pushes glasses up- now.

Sakura: Madison does not own Yu-gi-oh or any of its characters; she would soon take over the world do to all the fans out there if she did own Yu-gi-oh.

Madison: That's enough Lulu....Time for Yugi Torture XD

Sakura: You cruel Person.


Yugi stirred on the floor due to the amount of warmth that filled the room that he was in. He awoke realizing the room that he was in, indeed it wasn't his own. It was clean, organized and filled with brand new toys; toys of an infant. He definitely wasn't at home, could he be dreaming? Dreaming of his ideal bedroom that he wanted ever since he was able to dream.

The young boy stood to his feet in amazement; he wished someone could simply pinch him. The pastel colors on the walls started to bother his eyes as he paced himself through the room. His sides still burned from the recent attack from his drunken father, it felt as if it were fire roasting a large pig on a pit. He grasped his side and fell to the floor, he noticed that his clothes that were on his back seemed to be brand new....no shades of day old blood, no tears or lost buttons; just a brand new white shirt. This seemed like a utopia, though something was very suspicious.

'Yami? Where did you go?' thought Yugi as he managed to pry himself from the floor onto his two feet. A doorway stood in front of the casualty with a white pale door closing the entrance out. His heart raced as he reached for the golden doorknob he could also feel the pain surging through him.
The cool metallic feeling entered his hand as he placed his hand on the knob. Its circular shape seemed to fit into his hand like a key in its perfect lock. Yugi tried to turn the knob with as much strength as he could. The hinges refused to move as though it was a lock for a prison. His face filled with sorrow as he continued trying to pry it open. He wished he wasn't trapped within this child's playroom.

Yugi new this bright cheerful room was never even meant for you. It seemed too colourful, too happy. He never knew the true meaning of happiness ever since the incident. His happiness left with Malza. The boy's eyes soon filled with tears, he missed her so much. He fell to the floor shedding his insignia of his emotions across the floor. His eyes fell over to the corner were a bed stood proud and strong. Its sheets seemed warm and comforting, with an oak nightstand standing beside it; another thing Yugi could have died for.
The nightstand seemed to have a picture frame on top of it. He crawled on top of the bed and crawled himself under the baby blue blankets. They were filled with warmth causing Yugi to feel content, his eyes filled to the picture frame; he could finally know who this room belonged too. His eyes widened as he looked over, this was indeed an unexpected sight. It was himself and his family; not just his parents but his grandfather and Malza. His hands started to shake even more to see an outline of a familiar face beside him; it was Yami. His spirit friend seemed to be a ghost within the picture for none of the others seemed to have noticed.

A horrible thought struck Yugi, was Yami imaginary? A figment of his imagination? He couldn't bear to even think of something that horrible. This was the first time someone had ever answered his cries for help. He knew his mother did care about him and tried to protect him, though it hurt him to see his poor defenceless mother was severely punished by that dreaded golden rod that his father enjoyed beaten even him with. A knot grew tightly within his stomach.

Yugi's mind started to race with many questions, for this could even be Yami's room. His eyes started to close softly. He knew it didn't seem like for his friend to have such a childish room. Darkness started to fill the room as he finally drifted to another tiring sleep.

Yugi's dream seemed to only be filled with precious memories. Memories that he seemed to have forgotten. He soon tossed and turned as he heard a familiar voice of his sister, soft and serene. With every step he tried to approach her she seemed further away, as though she was taunting him with another pointless game she played. He soon tried to pounce her, as he was in midair she disappeared. His heart filled with disappointment as he was about to hit the floor. Before his body made contact with the hard ground, Yugi woke up.

He looked around the room, everything was the way he left it; happy and cheerful. To the right of him was the nightstand, he soon noticed the picture frame of his family disappeared. Yugi searched the floor like a hound seeing if he knocked it over. There was no sign of it at all.

A giggle came from the left side of him. His head quickly turned over to see a young 12 year old girl sitting on the bed. Her hair was long and blonde with bangs very similar to his. Her soft blue eyes filled Yugi's heart as she continued to giggle at him. Her clothes seemed rather tattered and torn as she looked at him with her eyes of hope. The smile she wore looked as though nothing horrible could ever happen to him. Her soft skin seemed like porcelain, within her hands the golden framed picture was held as though she was looking at it.

"You haven't changed a bit" giggled the young child with a cheerful ring in her voice. Yugi noticed she seemed rather transparent, like how Yami was within the picture.

"Who are you?" asked Yugi with concernment. He recognized her voice; it sounded a tad like his mother's though younger. Perhaps this girl was his mother in her younger days, she did have blonde hair. Though her bangs did not seem right to be his mother; again she laughed at him.

"Yugi, you silly boy...I'm surprised you don't remember me." Again she laughed at him for such a question. Yugi started to look at her then the picture; she did resemble Malza an awful lot. But she couldn't be Malza was a run away...and alive for that matter.

"I'm Malza you silly goose..."

"MALZA!!!! You're al- dead?" asked Yugi as he raised an eyebrow. Indeed she seemed like a ghost or an angel. Though clearly he knew angels were just as fictional as vampires or werewolves.

"Indeed I am. And no I am not here to haunt you for the rest of your life" laughed Malza as she got off the bed. She seemed to be hovering off the floor as though she had no legs. Yugi walked towards her cautiously not knowing what she could do to him. Once he was close enough she spun in a circle changing her clothes dramatically. They went from tattered rags to a pure white angelic robe. Yugi could not believe his eyes, was she actually an angel?

"What....What happened to you? Are you an ang-"
"An angel? Indeed no, for you see my dear brother. I am a spirit who wonders the Earth protecting those from greater powers that no one on this planet could master. For what happened to me...Well indeed it is a terrible tale. After my disappearance which you are probably well aware of judging by your wounds, I was alone on the streets. Soon developing a mild cold developing into pneumonia; since I was unable to seek medical attention...death came to me on swift wings leading me to this." Interrupted the ghost-like child; her brother could not believe it. His own sister was a spirit, just like Yami.

"Are you and Yami alike? I mean spirit wise?" questioned Yugi, indeed he was deathly curious. His heart raced awaiting the answer. Malza's face filled with grief as she looked into his eyes, they now seemed to be depressed and worried.

"Yami is indeed a spirit....though his ruling of justice is not appropriate. Simply because he's an old spirit; soon he'll return to the underworld when his time arrives." Sighed the young spirit as she approached Yugi as though she was skipping. Yugi smile at his sister, it seemed to have been ages since he had seen her.

"Malza, what are you going to show me?" pondered the lost boy in a puzzled fashion. The pale young woman reached her hand out to him. Her face seemed once again filled with joy and happiness.

"I'm going to show you away out of here...out of this dreadful puzzle. But I have a question brother, when the time comes which spirit will you choose?" stated his guide as she had her arm extended towards him. Yugi remained clueless he indeed had no clue what in the word she was talking about. Puzzle? Choosing a Spirit? This seemed way to confusing, he had no idea on what on Earth she was talking about but he knew that Malza was indeed trustworthy.

Before he could realize it, they faced the door that he once tried to open. He knew he couldn't get out. Though through the eyes of his ghost like sister, he say that she knew what she was doing. She placed her small, porcelain like hands on the door knob causing it to open slowly. Yugi's heart beat increased dramatically as he entered the empty hallway.
The shadows swirled within the corners, causing him to fill with fear. Before he was about to turn he noticed something, something ancient. It was a door that seemed to be from the ancient times of the Egyptians. Engraved on the door was an enormous eye that was bore on the puzzle; Yugi could feel his heart pound harder against his chest as he wondered what was behind the door. A room filled with darkness? Or another room similar to Yugi? He wished that he could know....he wished with every inch of his heart. But that wish may never come true, for he knew that his dreams usually never occur.
Madison: MUHAHHAHA! More Turmoil for young Yugi!

Sakura: This is overly confusing....

Madison: It makes sense to me...

Sakura: -tries to swing at Madison- with her crutch but falls over

Madison: Well that's all I guess....Please R&R and we'll return to you with more Yugi fun! O Yeah....no flamers please -puppy eyes-

Sakura: NOT THE EYES!