Disclaimer: No.. sniffs me no own nothing of Yu-Gi-Oh's cuties. No cookies for writing this story either. wails
Summary: Gramps' suspicions were confirmed, his grandchild Yugi has split personalities. What's going to happen to Yug? Please R&R!
AN: Hey guys, this is my second written idea. I was just wondering what good ol' gramps was thinkin' about his grandchild and, Yami and the switching thingie, and WHAM! It dawned on me that this is my next fic! So enjoy my insanity! Mwahahahah X.X
thinking (yeah, we can hear them think squeals n.n;;)
Prologue
The weather was cool that night, wind blowing softly, giving cheeks and noses a chilling as it encountered the citizens of Domino walking down the streets. Leaves would dance gracefully as the moving air takes the lead, moving them as it wanted and when it wanted them to.
That was what Mr. Motou appreciating as he stared out of the Turtle Shop's window. It was past closing time, but he could not get himself to start wrapping things up. He was content just sitting there, looking on as the world passed him by.
It was such a sight, how the night-life of the city was so much different from the day's. Gone was all the families that used to walk down the same path during the day, replaced by young teens with baggie, wrinkled clothes, as if they were sleeping in them all day to come back to life after sun set. The clubs would be full by now, full with lustful and fun-seeking teens, all dancing their time away. The old man shook his head, he did not remember having that in his time. Back in the days, he would be in his bed in an hour time.
Speaking of bed and time, it's time to call it a night.
He looked around for Yugi, but he couldn't find his grandchild anywhere. The young boy was always there to help him at closing time, he wondered where he was.
Teenagers. He shook his head and started dwelling on today's teenaged population; they were so different from the last generation.. minds of their own, their stubborness, their determation to have their own way in every single thing. He sighed, thanking God that Yugi was not like most of these days' teenagers. The kid was nice and friendly, always there for his friends. He loved his grandchild, for him, he was the perfect boy.
But, he climbed the stairs planning to head to Yugi's room, there was something off with Yugi the last weeks. Grandpa Motou noticed that Yugi seemed to be acting differently lately, gone the sweet child, instead he was confident and serious. But what worried him the most that it was not constantly, for he would be that guy for awhile, then he would go back into being the boy he knew. Sometime he could not help but wonder if--
"You think?" Motou stopped before the door of Yugi's room, and he couldn't help to hear the conversation. He figured that his grandchild was on the phone since he couldn't remember one of the boy's friends visiting. "I'm not really sure about it."
A pause.
"Maybe she would like that, too, but I'm not really the person to ask."
Motou felt his conscience scolding him for eavesdropping, so he turned and was about to walk away when his heart skipped a beat.
"Wait a minute, I'll put Yami through."
A short pause. The old man was holding his breath, waiting.
"Hello... yes, it's me, Yami."
Motou thought his heart was about to bounce out of his chest as it raced within.
His fears came true...
Yugi, his sweet grandchild, had split personalities.
I know, it's short but it's only the start n.n You guys have to tell me what you think, and any suggestions would really be appreciated... I still don't have a complete plot for this fic, so. Thanks so much for reading as I play with Yugi! The first chapter would be up as soon as possible, but a warning... I'm lazy. X.x
