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Note to self: Disable lock on our bedroom door. Actually, scratch that. Remove lock from our bedroom door. It's been hours, and he still won't let me into our room. I think I'll have one more try at getting in before I just sleep on the couch.
I approach the door, checking for traps. Just in case. I bang on the door, and he bangs back with a different beat. Very funny. I'm gonna lose my temper very soon. "Yami! Let me in!" He responds with Egyptian. I understand two of the words. Both are extremely rude. Backing up, I take a running start and charge the door, yelling obscenities in German. Instead of hitting the door, it opens and I head in. Before I hit anything, Atemu grabs my collar and heaves me onto the bed. He looks very angry. "If Grandpa could've heard that, you would've gotten your mouth rinsed out with soap before you could say oops." He hissed.
Hmmmm. He's right. Actually, he was the first to get the soap treatment, three times in less than a week. I've gotten it too, and it's not pleasant. Still, Grandpa moved south, so he can't hear me.
I struggle some, but Atemu is stronger than he looks. So am I, but not quite so much as he. "Did it ever cross your mind that I came home hoping for a friendly greeting, but got no answer until I yelled? I had two hours of detention today, because the evidence was dumped in my desk, and the teacher didn't believe me! Do you think my life is any easier than yours?!"
My response?
"YES!" "And how, may I ask, do find your life more difficult than mine?" "Do you have people coming up to you and asking for the King of Games!? Or constant cracks about your height!? Or getting threatened with beatings everyday because of the wins we've had?! I DO! EVERY SINGLE DAY OF EVERY SINGLE WEEK OF EVERY SINGLE MONTH SINCE YOU GOT YOUR OWN BODY!"
Okay, maybe that was overkill, but it's the way I feel.
"Do you even know the responsibility I carry by being who and what I am?! When evil comes looking for a way to take over this world, who has to save it?! ME! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I GO THROUGH TO GET THROUGH EACH DAY! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE ME!" "HOW ABOUT ME!? YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE THE BROTHER OF THE KING OF GAMES!" "OH YEAH!? WHAT IF I SENT YOU TO THE SHADOW REALM?!" "YOU CAN'T! YOUR POWERS AREN'T AS STRONG AS THEY USED TO BE!" "ARE YOU MOCKING ME!?" "YOU BET I AM!" "YOU WOULD'NT LAST A DAY IN MY PLACE!" "WANNA BET!?" "YOU'RE THE MOST THICKHEADED PERSON I HAVE MET IN MY 5,018 YEARS OF EXISTENCE!" "I HATE YOU!" "I HATE YOU TOO!"
NOTE: This next part of the story is from the point of view of a third person position. There will be no character comment for the remainder of the chapter. Read on!Yugi storms out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He throws himself down onto the couch and falls into the deep sleep of someone who is emotionally exhausted. Upstairs, Atemu did the same, although he stopped to say a quick bedtime prayer to the Egyptian Gods. As soon as they were both asleep, a thick black mist that sparkled with silver specks enveloped both of them. Now, Atemu sleeps flat on his back, with both arms crossed over his chest in the way a mummy's arms are positioned at burial, a trick he had practiced to scare the palace servants. Yugi slept in a tiny ball, knees pressed to his body and hands tucked between his legs and his chest. When the mist dissipated, they had switched sleeping positions.
Morning (Note: This is still from a third-person view) 'Bebeep! Bebeep! Bebeep!' A hand snaked out from beneath a quilt and pressed the 'snooze' button. A yawn emanated from the form on the bunk, and a tousled tri-colored head emerged. Yami looked around the room in confusion. "When did I get in here? He asked. "Speaking of which, why am I in Yami's bed?" Dismissing this odd happening for the moment, the teenager headed for the bathroom to shower. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror as he passed it. "Holy Ra!" He raced out of the room and down the hall to the room that had belonged to his grandfather, who now lived in a small town further south where the cold wouldn't get to him. On the right side of the doorframe, a neat series of pen lines showed how Yugi had grown, and now also had increments that showed Yami's height. When he backed up to the marks, he found himself level with the latest measurement of Yami's height. Shaking, the boy looked at his hands, and then went to look at himself in the bathroom mirror again. Everything he saw was an exact replica of his dark. Is this really me?" He whispered. Even his voice was Yami's. A feeling of utterly consuming terror engulfed him. He screamed. A shorter figure raced to the source of the noise. When he sighted the boy in front of the mirror, he added to the cry with his own.
There ya go, Yami's bit will be up ASAP, but I've got a bunch of stuff to work on. (That includes a skate-date with my favorite sophmore tommorrow...hehehe) I'll try fot the next Meet Me Under The Mistletoe soon. CAIO!
