Through the Mirror
by Tara B Amy
Hi! I'm back! Finally! So, this is the second chapter!
Yami: *sarcasm* Woah, we didn't suspect it...
Tara: Yugi? Shut him up, please...
Yugi: *smirk* Of course. *all innocent* Yami?
Yami: *suspicious* Aibou?
Yugi: I think... I need lip-massage... Would you please...?
Tara: Where are you two going?
Yami: Um... never mind...
Tara: *shrug* 'Kay... On to the Disclaimer:
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! and I assume that I never will. Perhaps I could... no, forget it. I didn't say anything... *sigh*
Tara: Yugi, Yami...? Um... That situation is kinda familiar to me... Wait... I remember... OUT OF MY ROOM!!
Normal Speaking: "..."
Yami to Yugi: //...//
Yugi to Yami: /.../
Chapter Two
"Hey, there, little one!", a sneering voice brought Yugi's fast pace to a sudden stop. He tensed visibly and turned around slowly. His eyes met the cold, mocking ones of his tormentor. Again. Like every day...
Yugi said nothing and just waited for the whole thing to pass by as quickly as possible. If the bully had was he wanted, perhaps then he would go away?
His spirit sank as he saw the fierce expression in the face of his classmate. He seemed to be in no good mood today. Sometimes he wondered who would be troubling the boy so much that he had all the anger, which he needed to spill out.
But then again he was the one here, who was being hurt innocently and without any reason. That was nothing he appreciated. He feared every new school day and that only because of this mere boy.
"So quiet today?", the blonde asked smirking and bent down in a sarcastic manner, patting Yugi's head. "You're scared, aren't you, Yug'? You really should be."
Again Yugi remained quiet and continued to stare fearfully into the deep brown eyes of the bully.
"Oh, you don't have money with you by any chance?", the bully asked, his voice sinister. He hovered over Yugi and waited impatiently, tapping with his right food onto the ground. "Give it to me and you'll get away unharmed today."
Hesitantly Yugi shook his head. He needed the money. He needed to eat. He hadn't have any breakfast this morning. At any other day he would have given away his money immediately, but...
"What was that?" Anger dwelled in the depths of the blonde's eyes. "A No? A NO?!"
"Please, Jounouchi-kun...", Yugi pleaded and immediately wished he had obeyed, but before he could do anything, the teen shoved him backwards forcefully, so he couldn't speak anymore.
"You little nobody!", Jou growled through gritted teeth. "Perhaps you change your mind after I played a round of 'Hit the Twit' with you. Would ya like that? Do ya want that?"
"No, please...", Yugi coughed, watching the raging boy carefully.
"Give me the money!", Jou demanded. " I need it."
"Jounouchi-kun, no, please...", Yugi whimpered and pressed his eyes closed as the bully lunged at him. But nothing happened. A loud smacking noise was to be heard and then silence settled in.
Carefully Yugi cracked one eye open and then blinked in surprise. Jounouchi Katsuya was on the ground, clutching his stomach and writhing in pain. Confused Yugi looked around but nobody was there except the bully and him.
"What was that?", he asked himself aloud, fear evident in his shivering figure.
"The question is, who was that...", a panting voice came from the ground. "I will eat this person alive!!"
"I don't know..." Yugi slowly stepped back and then turned around and ran, but not before making sure Jounouchi would be alright.
**
It was evening and Yugi was ready to go to bed. He laid the millennium puzzle down onto the dresser and sat down on the edge of the bed.
He still couldn't believe that his grandfather wanted to take the puzzle from him. It wasn't right. Yeah, it plainly felt not right. As he came home from school the old man had stared at him intently without saying a word and it was clear what he wanted to say with this.
'You better should give the puzzle to me, boy' or 'The ones who don't know how to use the puzzle will die a painful death.'... okay, maybe not that one. But something on the line.
Yawning tiredly Yugi grabbed his journal and opened the page, which he had stopped on the last time. He needed to write down his problem. If he had luck it would appear more structured to him then or he would find some kind of logic in it. He read a few lines of the last entry and suddenly gasped. That was impossible. That couldn't be true.
"No...", he whispered and threw the small book into one drawer of his dresser.
The last entry... he had written it shortly after he met the crimson eyed figure behind the mirror. But that couldn't be. He had thought of it as a dream. It couldn't be real all of the sudden. That wasn't fair.
Yugi let himself fall into a lying-position and crouched onto the bed completely, covering himself with the blanket.
"I'll face it tomorrow...", he whispered with his voice shaking violently. "...tomorrow..."
**
Something warm and snuggling in his back made him stir. He opened his eyes halfway and tried to think about what it could be, but his thoughts were too clouded from sleep and it was dark behind his curtains, so there seemed to be no need to get up right now.
He leaned back into the warmth, feeling two possessive arms snake around his waist and pull him even deeper into the softness.
He didn't mind it. No, not at all. Warmth was a good thing. Yugi smiled slightly. He felt content and that was a good thing, too, wasn't it?
Why bother? Why bother when a soft breath caresses your neck? It felt right after all. Why bother when the sleep claims you once again?
Yugi sighed and let himself be taken into dreamland again, dreaming about crimson eyes, which seemed to belong to the devil himself, but were such gorgeous at the same time that he wanted to drown in them forever.
"I'll protect you...", a voice radiating darkness and something unfamiliar, but nonetheless alluring, accompanied him into his deep slumber.
To Be Continued...
Sorry for the shortness... Writer's block... we all know how bad it can get...
Have to work on it now, or it'll never go away! I waited a while but that didn't work, either, so... perhaps writing will bring my inspiration back?
by Tara B Amy
Hi! I'm back! Finally! So, this is the second chapter!
Yami: *sarcasm* Woah, we didn't suspect it...
Tara: Yugi? Shut him up, please...
Yugi: *smirk* Of course. *all innocent* Yami?
Yami: *suspicious* Aibou?
Yugi: I think... I need lip-massage... Would you please...?
Tara: Where are you two going?
Yami: Um... never mind...
Tara: *shrug* 'Kay... On to the Disclaimer:
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! and I assume that I never will. Perhaps I could... no, forget it. I didn't say anything... *sigh*
Tara: Yugi, Yami...? Um... That situation is kinda familiar to me... Wait... I remember... OUT OF MY ROOM!!
Normal Speaking: "..."
Yami to Yugi: //...//
Yugi to Yami: /.../
Chapter Two
"Hey, there, little one!", a sneering voice brought Yugi's fast pace to a sudden stop. He tensed visibly and turned around slowly. His eyes met the cold, mocking ones of his tormentor. Again. Like every day...
Yugi said nothing and just waited for the whole thing to pass by as quickly as possible. If the bully had was he wanted, perhaps then he would go away?
His spirit sank as he saw the fierce expression in the face of his classmate. He seemed to be in no good mood today. Sometimes he wondered who would be troubling the boy so much that he had all the anger, which he needed to spill out.
But then again he was the one here, who was being hurt innocently and without any reason. That was nothing he appreciated. He feared every new school day and that only because of this mere boy.
"So quiet today?", the blonde asked smirking and bent down in a sarcastic manner, patting Yugi's head. "You're scared, aren't you, Yug'? You really should be."
Again Yugi remained quiet and continued to stare fearfully into the deep brown eyes of the bully.
"Oh, you don't have money with you by any chance?", the bully asked, his voice sinister. He hovered over Yugi and waited impatiently, tapping with his right food onto the ground. "Give it to me and you'll get away unharmed today."
Hesitantly Yugi shook his head. He needed the money. He needed to eat. He hadn't have any breakfast this morning. At any other day he would have given away his money immediately, but...
"What was that?" Anger dwelled in the depths of the blonde's eyes. "A No? A NO?!"
"Please, Jounouchi-kun...", Yugi pleaded and immediately wished he had obeyed, but before he could do anything, the teen shoved him backwards forcefully, so he couldn't speak anymore.
"You little nobody!", Jou growled through gritted teeth. "Perhaps you change your mind after I played a round of 'Hit the Twit' with you. Would ya like that? Do ya want that?"
"No, please...", Yugi coughed, watching the raging boy carefully.
"Give me the money!", Jou demanded. " I need it."
"Jounouchi-kun, no, please...", Yugi whimpered and pressed his eyes closed as the bully lunged at him. But nothing happened. A loud smacking noise was to be heard and then silence settled in.
Carefully Yugi cracked one eye open and then blinked in surprise. Jounouchi Katsuya was on the ground, clutching his stomach and writhing in pain. Confused Yugi looked around but nobody was there except the bully and him.
"What was that?", he asked himself aloud, fear evident in his shivering figure.
"The question is, who was that...", a panting voice came from the ground. "I will eat this person alive!!"
"I don't know..." Yugi slowly stepped back and then turned around and ran, but not before making sure Jounouchi would be alright.
**
It was evening and Yugi was ready to go to bed. He laid the millennium puzzle down onto the dresser and sat down on the edge of the bed.
He still couldn't believe that his grandfather wanted to take the puzzle from him. It wasn't right. Yeah, it plainly felt not right. As he came home from school the old man had stared at him intently without saying a word and it was clear what he wanted to say with this.
'You better should give the puzzle to me, boy' or 'The ones who don't know how to use the puzzle will die a painful death.'... okay, maybe not that one. But something on the line.
Yawning tiredly Yugi grabbed his journal and opened the page, which he had stopped on the last time. He needed to write down his problem. If he had luck it would appear more structured to him then or he would find some kind of logic in it. He read a few lines of the last entry and suddenly gasped. That was impossible. That couldn't be true.
"No...", he whispered and threw the small book into one drawer of his dresser.
The last entry... he had written it shortly after he met the crimson eyed figure behind the mirror. But that couldn't be. He had thought of it as a dream. It couldn't be real all of the sudden. That wasn't fair.
Yugi let himself fall into a lying-position and crouched onto the bed completely, covering himself with the blanket.
"I'll face it tomorrow...", he whispered with his voice shaking violently. "...tomorrow..."
**
Something warm and snuggling in his back made him stir. He opened his eyes halfway and tried to think about what it could be, but his thoughts were too clouded from sleep and it was dark behind his curtains, so there seemed to be no need to get up right now.
He leaned back into the warmth, feeling two possessive arms snake around his waist and pull him even deeper into the softness.
He didn't mind it. No, not at all. Warmth was a good thing. Yugi smiled slightly. He felt content and that was a good thing, too, wasn't it?
Why bother? Why bother when a soft breath caresses your neck? It felt right after all. Why bother when the sleep claims you once again?
Yugi sighed and let himself be taken into dreamland again, dreaming about crimson eyes, which seemed to belong to the devil himself, but were such gorgeous at the same time that he wanted to drown in them forever.
"I'll protect you...", a voice radiating darkness and something unfamiliar, but nonetheless alluring, accompanied him into his deep slumber.
To Be Continued...
Sorry for the shortness... Writer's block... we all know how bad it can get...
Have to work on it now, or it'll never go away! I waited a while but that didn't work, either, so... perhaps writing will bring my inspiration back?