Here's the deal. I'm gonna write this from both points of view.
'Wham' I slam the front door as loud as I can.
I hope Yugi heard that. I need to yell at someone.
Hang coat up and slam another door, this time the closet door. Great. I've had another bad day, and slamming doors is one way I can vent. I think I'll slam the closet door again. And again. Yugi says that my door slamming has several unwanted side effects: 1) It really makes me angrier.
No. It makes me feel better.
2) He's gonna have to do more home repair if I break the doorknob again, or punch the wall and bust a hole in it, like I did last spring. He says he really wonders if I know my own strength.
Of course I know my own strength! And one of the reasons I don't help fix what I break is because Yugi won't let me. I guess he's just worried about what happened soon after I got my own body. I was assisting in repainting the living room and had the ladder collapsed on me. Then, while repairing some storm damage on the roof, the ladder fell on me again. I swear, those things have it in for me.
3) He doesn't need the distraction. He says he's got enough homework to keep himself busy 'til late every night, and dealing with my bad mood will NOT get it done quicker.
I guess I'll go upstairs and see what he's doing. I stomp hard on every step to further vent my annoyance.
Sheesh! You'd think that I'd get a little more respect, but nooooo. Well, I guess Yugi knows me pretty well, since I've been living with him for three years, two of which I've spent as a separate being, so I ought to know him pretty darn well.
"Okay, calm down. I really don't need to make Yugi mad at me again." I know I shouldn't be talking to my self anyway, but it's only a cause for worry if I answer myself. Mental Note: Find time to clean out Grandpa's old room. Sharing the same room with him is starting to get more than a little weird. After all, I am 17. NOBODY ELSE MY AGE HAS TO SHARE A BEDROOM WITH ANYONE, LET ALONE THEIR LIGHT SIDE! NO, THEY All HAVE ORDINARY LIVES! THEY HAVE'NT HAD TO SAVE THE ENTIRE WORLD FROM DESTRUCTION MORE TIMES THEN THEY CAN COUNT! AND THEY HAVE THEIR OWN BEDROOMS, THEIR OWN BEDS! THEY HAVE RETAINED SOME SCRAPS OF PRIVACY AND SANITY! I HAVE NOT!
'Wham' Well, so much for the new coat of paint Yugi put on the walls last weekend. That last door slam chipped it.
Okay. Calm down Atemu. Yelling at him won't help. BUT I HAVE JUST SPENT THE LAST TWO HOURS IN DETENTION FOR SOMETHING I DIDN'T DO! AAARRRGGHHH!
'Crash' Unless I am very much mistaken, that was the jar of pens and pencils I've spent a year and a half collecting. I think I bumped it with my elbow when I threw my backpack. Well, at least Yugi'll be happy. It'll take me hours to count and recount the 600 and some odd pencils.
Ugh. My life is such a mess. Everyone I know is either trying to beat me in a duel, or beat me up for beating Kaiba at Battle City.
I just flopped face first onto the bottom bunk of our double-decker beds. No particular reason, just 'cause I can. Just a random thought, but how am I gonna breathe like this?
"Working on homework Yugi?" I ask, my voice more than a little muffled by the bedspread my face is in. "Mm-hm." "How much?"
Jeez! How long is he gonna keep up this slow act? By the sound of his voice, he's going to ignore me.
"I asked you a question! Why don't you answer!? Why aren't you answering me?! Yugi?!" I got up very quickly. "HOW MUCH HOMEWORK? TELL ME!"
Okay. If I don't calm down, he will either tell me, or he'll start yelling about how he "hates it when you interrupt me when I'm doing homework!" That's how it's gonna end up, and he always sticks to one of said options. If he doesn't tell me, I'm going to keep asking until I get mad, then we'll yell until one of us storms out of the room.
"I'm waiting Yugi! Why haven't you said anything!?" "Ummm…47 equations for Trig, essay for English, vocab for German, report on American history for World Studies, aaaannnnd… um…er…oh, yeah, a sketch for Art." "All that!? When I was schooled in Egypt, we did our learning in school, not at home!" I continued, until he got fed up with it.
"YAMI! JUST BE QUIET AND STOP BOTHERING ME! I HAVE A LOT TO DO AND THE LAST THING I NEED IS ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR 'BACK WHEN' LECTURES!"
Well, at least I know he's mad too. he never calls me Yami unless I've really had it.
"FINE! THINGS WERE A LOT BETTER THEN! CHILDREN DIDN'T SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO!"
"IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN, IN THIS TIME AND PLACE, I'M OLDER THAN YOU BY A FULL TEN MONTHS, SO I WOULDN'T BE TALKING ABOUT WHO IS OR ISN'T A CHILD!"
Of course. He always uses the age difference to end it when he knows he's losing. I hate being younger.
The door slams as I storm out of the room. That's Yugi, my former host. Welcome to a day in my life. I am Atemu Mutou.
Boy, someone really needs to calm down!
