Ch. 3
"Perfect," a slimey voice praised as his servant held up the prize.
A figure shrowded in shadows reached out his hand to pick it up and relieve his servant of it. He twisted it around, surveying it carefully and rubbing its smooth surface. An evil grin creeped its way across his lips.
"Just perfect," he remarked.
"Joey, Joey wait up!" Tea's voice called to the blonde teen as he walked along.
Joey turned to see the brown-haired girl bobbing behind him. He stopped and allowed her to catch up. A look of confusion spread across his face as he watched Tea catch her breath.
"Whatcha doin' down here Tea?" Joey scolded. "You know it's dangerous," he added.
"I know, but I was looking for Yugi, I haven't seen him since this morning," Tea told Joey. "I was coming to see if you had seen him."
"No, I haven't," Joey shook his head. "Sorry."
Tea hung her head and muttered, "I'm just really worried about him, that's all. I have this feeling that something bad happened."
"Have you been to his house yet?" Joey asked, almost like he thought Tea should have thought of this.
"Yes, a couple hours ago, but no one was home," Tea nodded.
"Check back, they may have just gone out, ya know?" Joey suggested, referring to Grandpa and Yugi as 'they'.
"You're probably right," Tea agreed. "Wanna come with me? It's better than just roaming the streets."
"Sure, why not?" Joey shrugged.
"Grandpa?" Yugi asked softly as his room came into focus.
"Oh Yugi, you're awake, how are you feeling?" Grandpa asked, jumping up and rushing over to Yugi.
"I've felt better," Yugi stated as he sat up.
The dizziness rushed to his head and he fell back down onto his pillow. Placing a hand to his head Yugi closed his eyes for a second and allowed the sensation to pass. He felt sick. His stomach curned restlessly and his head spun.
"What happened?" Yugi asked, pulling the covers tighter around his cold body.
"I don't know, I heard you call and then, when I came up, you passed out," Grandpa stated. "Do you feel ill?"
"Maybe a little," Yugi nodded.
Grandpa put a hand on Yugi's forehead. Yugi closed his eyes. Grandpa's hand was warm, and for some reason, it felt good on his forehead. Yugi opened his eyes again and looked up at Grandpa, trying to read his face and see what was going on, but it was no use. Grandpa's face showed no expression. Yugi hated when Grandpa did that, but he figured that the old man had a reason for doing it. He never did anything for nothing. And Yugi knew that he had perfected his "game face" after years of non-stop gambling.
Grandpa left the room, making Yugi's heart tighten a little. Grandpa came back with a thermometer. Yugi was almost sure that his heart skipped a beat this time. Why had he gotten the thermometer? Was there something seriously wrong with him?
Shadu: Short, sorry, review.