I've just about had it with Yugi tonight. He's been banging on the door for almost an hour, and it's giving me a headache. If he does it again, I'm gonna go ballistic.

I hear him bang on the door once again, and I bang back with a different beat. "Yami! Let me in!"

And why would I do that?

I respond with Egyptian. Apparently, he understood two of the words, judging by the outraged yelling on the other side of the door. Both were extremely rude. He charges the door, yelling obscenities in German. Instead of hitting the door, I open it and he runs in. Before he hits anything, I grab him by his collar and heave him onto the bed. I am, by now, very angry. "If Grandpa could've heard that, you would've gotten your mouth rinsed out with soap before you could say oops." I hiss.

I'm not kidding either. Actually, I was the first to get the soap treatment, three times in less than a week. He's gotten it too, and it's not pleasant. Still, Grandpa moved south, so he can't hear him. I knew what he said because the dummy left his German Dictionary on the desk. I may not speak it, but I can translate like anything.

He struggles a little, but I'm stronger than I look. So is he, but not quite so much as I am, and he knows it. "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?!"

I'm not really expecting an answer.

"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, that was completely out of the blue.

"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! J

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) Early morning light streamed in through the living room window. Yugi stretched and rolled over, or, more accurately, tried to. He rolled right off the couch and landed with a thump. Yugi looked around the room in confusion. "When did I get in here? He asked. "Speaking of which, why am I on the couch?" pushing this thought to the back of his mind for later contemplation, the teenager headed for the kitchen to shower. He noted the fact that everything around him seemed a bit bigger. "Now that I think of it, why am I wearing Yugi's pajama's?" Looked at the P.J.s in bewilderment. Deciding that this had to be Yugi's way of getting back at him for dinner last night, the teen was about to get cereal down for breakfast when a terrified wail broke the morning's tranquility. "That sounds like my voice." The boy observed, than realized his voice was at least an octave higher than it ought to be. Attributing this to a cold or something, he raced upstairs to find the cause of the noise. Even if everything else was a trick, putting that much fear and emotion into a scream was not something either of them knew how to do. Up the stairs and down the hall as fast as he could run. Rounding the doorway to find himself standing in front of the mirror, covering his face with his hands, wailing at his present appearance. Realization struck the boy like lightning. Terrified, he screamed too.