Okay, this is a random idea I came up with when I had way, waaaaay too much sugar. It's supposed to be funny in a kind of creepy way. I mean, pillows can't be possessed, can they? Oh, and the girl has no name yet. Go ahead and leave me an idea for one in your review if you wish. I'll pick the best one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, or the company that makes these pillows, or Wal-Mart.

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She had finally done it. It took a lot of time to save up enough money, along with manga-fasting, but she did it. She managed to save up exactly $14 to buy what she had desired for so long.

Her prize? A little decorative Yami pillow in the home decor section at Wal-Mart.

But what was so intriguing about this pillow? Maybe because it was so little. Maybe it was because it had Yami Yugi on the front, and he was her favorite character. Maybe it was because the wrappers she collected of him off of the packs of cards weren't enough to satisfy her little fangirl shrine.

Whatever the matter, as soon as her mother pulled into a parking space in the lot, she dashed inside and headed straight for the home section.

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He was watching her. Or it felt like he was. As soon as she entered the aisle, it felt like she was being watched by something. Or someone. But she couldn't pinpoint it.

She started skimming down the aisle. Dora...Care Bears...Spiderman...she couldn't see him.

Then she found Yu-Gi-Oh bedding, blankets, sheets...

At last.

There he was.

All by himself. The last one on the shelf of his kind. The Yami pillow she had been looking for.

And he was staring right at her.

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Take me home with you... he seemed to beg in that language any plush thing would seem to speak to you. Take me home, put me in your room. Keep me on your bed. Keep me with you. Please don't leave me here alone on the shelf. It gets dark around here when the store closes. No one is here to keep me safe.

'Is that pillow telling me something?'

Come close, my child. Come pick me off the shelf.

'It's talking to me. There's really a voice in my head telling me to go take him off the shelf.'

She started to move, obeying the 'voice'. The poor 13-year old didn't know what to think.

That's it. Pick me. Pick me up.

'I wonder.' She edged towards the Care Bear pillow instead.

No, baka, me. Me. Not that fuzzball. Over here.

'I was right. That pillow is talking to me. And he wants me. Why me, though?'

Just get over here.

'Fine, fine. Just kidding.' She picked him up off the shelf, looking right at him. 'Better?'

Much. Thank you. You're kind of gentle.

She flipped him upside down, looking for the price tag.

Whoa!

She couldn't find it. She took the tag at the bottom and looked it over to see if the price was printed on it somewhere. Then she heard a shrieking:

What do you think you are doing!

'Obviously I'm looking to see how much you are.'

You're not going to find it down there.

'How do you know? You can't check.'

...I just know...

She tucked him under her arm, then searched for a price check. She couldn't find a sticker on him anywhere, or on the shelf he was on.

sniffIt's Ban!

'Would you shut up?' She continued walking. Unfortunately for the Yami pillow, she swung her arms as she walked.

Whee! Whee! Whee-hee-hee!

She tried not to laugh at his antics. He was pretty funny for a pillow. When she got to the price check station, she took his little tag by the top of the pillow and scanned it. $12.99. A lot cheaper than she thought.

'We're going to the checkout!'

Her mind was soon filled with the cheers of an extremely happy pillow.

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When she paid and left the store, he was put into a blue plastic bag. At first he was a little irked by it. He was a bit afraid that he would suffocate. She had to gently remind him that pillows don't have lungs, so he didn't need to breathe.

She hopped into her mother's car, put him down by her feet and buckled herself in.

"Can I see him," Her mother asked. The girl reached down and pulled him out of the bag. "Aww...he's a darling..."

Wish I could say the same for you... He said wisecrackingly.

Shut.Up.'

She started to put him back into the bag, when he said in that same begging tone he used to get her to buy him: Wait...can I stay in your lap, please? Please?

'Oh...fine.' She put him back into her lap, then felt the strangest thing.

He had nestled himself deep into her arms, making himself comfortable. She hadn't done this. The pillow did it all on his own.

'You're so strange.'

And you're so comfy. I guess that makes us even.

He snuggled a little further down. You're warm too...I like this...

She smiled to herself.

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That afternoon had been relatively quiet. The girl had played video games with her brother, done her Internet business, and hung out with her brother, all while having the little pillow near her side the entire time. She even played cards while he was in her lap.

Only thing she didn't tolerate all that well was he was a little cheater. Whenever her brother made a play or did anything, he would tell her how to counterattack. It wasn't too big of an issue, but it still bothered her.

'Who knew the King of Games needed to cheat to get where he is right now?'

Shut up.

'Little peeping tom...'

Shut Up.

'Cheater, cheater, pumpkin-eater...'

Shut. Up.

She was quiet, the she started shouting, 'Cheater! Cheater! Cheater!'

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP! He wiggled around as he yelled.

Her brother saw the movement, and looked at it strangely. "Sis, what are you doing to that pillow?"

"Um...nothing...!" She grabbed the Yami pillow and headed back to her room, with Yami still screaming his head off at her.

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'You friggin' idiot. You almost got us caught.'

Not my fault.

'Yes, your fault. You were cheating. And I caught you red-handed.'

...I am wearing a duel glove. My hand already was red.

She was quiet. Then she started laughing. It was a stupid, witty wisecrack. 'You really are an idiot. A cute but stupid idiot.'

Don't stupid and idiot mean the same thing?

She laughed again, then gently rest her head on him. 'Poor thing...been through so much...'

She felt another sensation. It felt like a purr. The pillow was now purring at her. She could hear the purr in her mind.

She started petting him like he was a cat. 'Kitty kitty.'

Meow, he said playfully.

She smiled again. He was so full of surprises. She was going to love him.

She flipped him over for a split second.

Hey...what was that for?

'I'm changing into my nightgown. I can't have you see that.'

Oh. Okay then.

Moments later, she was done changing,and she flipped him back around. 'Okay, all done.' She yawned. 'And I'm going to bed.' She reached up and turned off the light.

Eep! It's dark!

'It's okay, it's okay...I'm right here.' She cuddled him close, letting him know she was right there. She felt him shaking, he felt so scared.

'It's fine. Are you cold?'

Yeah. A little.

She pulled the blanket up to him, letting him share the heat her blankets provided.

'Goodnight.'

Goodnight.

She lay her head gently on him a little, liking how cool he felt to her on that hot night.

Guess what. I can't breathe again.

She quickly got off.

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How strange, huh? I'll continue if enough people ask me to. Although, personally, I wasn't planning on it, but I will if there is a demand. R&R and let me know.