Freeze Frame
Part 4: Where Am I?
Disclaimer: Japan ppls are the only owners of Yu-Gi-Oh! I am very grateful for these guys that helped inspire me into doing this. Infact, I have 2 adopted Japanese cousins lol how kewl is that? I'm terribly sorry about being late on this. I just wanted to make sure my readers could understand every single detail. Here's a little tip: bold faced paragraphs are Yugi's point of view (P.O.V, if you wish lol that won't be till the next chapter though).
Stas: lol I know I keep saying that part over and over again about Japs, but Yugi just didn't wanna do it.
Yugi: Well, I have a good reason.
Stas: It better be good, cuz if it ain't, my pussycat's gonna munch on some duel monster cards.
Yugi: Why should I care? There Yami's anyway.
Yami: Hey! You wouldn't dare. . .
Stas: Ohhhhh Staclara!
-pounding of LARGE paws echoing through hall-
Yami: YUGI ! If you don't stop her, I'm gonna send you to the shadow realm for the day.
Yugi: (whimpers)
Stas: Yami, that's beyond harsh. Staclara, fetch that meanie at once!
Yami: AHHHH ! I WAS JUST KIDDING! AHHHHHHHHH!
-Yami running with a Siberian tiger closing in on him-.
Stas: Ok Yugi, how long do you want her to chase him?
-heavy panting can be heard in the background-
Yugi: How about for the whole fic? (puppy eyes)
Stas: Nah, too harsh. How does the second to last chapter sound to you?
Yugi: (perks up) Perfect
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"Time to whoop some butt," thundered a furious Tristan. Both him and Joey were beating the crap out of the jerks with snowballs as ammo. Joey threw the hardest. He was chucking them snowballs like his life depended on it. They just knew those weirdos had something to do with Yugi's long absence. Tristan and Joey might of been a little goofy, but hey, they still had a little intellect on their side. Anyone would think three creeps walking down the road, around 2 A.M., would be up to something (or lost lol). Anyway, the fight was almost over. The leader was on his knees and covering his head. Joey recognized him right away as Yugi's stepfather. Without hesitation, he ran over to the guy and pulled him up by the scruff of his neck. He looked at him straight in the eyes.
"Why the heck are you wandering these parts so early in the morning? I thought you were in jail." Joey just kept staring at the maniac man slaughterer. His eyes faded from their friendly brown, to a disturbing shade of maroon. Joey shook him trying to get an answer.
"I-I was released." He tried breaking free, but Joey had a firm grip.
"Sure you were. (rolls eyes) And my mother gave me back my drivers license. You deserve to be in jail for life. Letting you roam the streets is suicide."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well. . . your a cheater, a thief, and a murderor. You killed Yugi's mother. That's a huge cross for someone to carry for the rest of their life. Ever since you did that, Yugi hasn't been the same. Sure he smiles a lot, but his grandfather knows what he's hiding, the pain he feels within."
"That's not my problem. That boy's useless from my point of view anyway."
"How dare you!" Joey lifted the guy even higher. All of a sudden, duel monster cards fell out from under the man's jacket. Joey bent down to pick them up with his free hand and read the names of them: Dark Magican, Spellbinding Circle, and Summon Skull.
"Hey, these are the same cards as Yugi's! You better tell us what you did with him."
"He ran off after we stole the cards. . ."
"He's lieing, Joey."
"I know Tristan," Joey turned back to the ganster. "Tell the truth and I won't tell the police where I found you." He really didn't mean that, but he needed an answer, pronto.
"Ok ok. We threw him on a snowbank not too far from here." Joey pushed the indigo haired man in the snow on top of the other jerks. They scrambled up and drove off in their car.
"Alright Tristan, lets move. I hope he wore a jacket or something when he left. It's g-g-getting kinda c-cold out here," he shivered.
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By this time only some of Yugi's hair was visible. The rest of him was covered by snow. He was too numb to feel any pain from his injures. He kept drifting in and out of consciousness. His head got banged up pretty bad, and it was possible he had a minor concussion. SometimesYugi would stirr slightly. But if he'd try to get up, he would just sink deeper into the snow, losing more of the strength he had left. Yugi kept wishing he brought his millenium puzzle. It always gave him the comfort he needed, especially the "darkness" stored in it. Kinda odd yes, but the spirit in it was his friend, and guardian. Unfortunately, Yami was back at the cottage, worried sick about his hikari.
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"Yugi, come on bud. . .I know you can hear me."
"He's lucky he's alive Tristan. Now lets turn him so he's facing us. Ow, looks like he got a little beat up." Joey wasn't kidding when he said that.Yugi looked terrible. He had a fresh nosebleed, a black eye over a black eye, and a huge bruise on his forehead. Both Tristan, and Joey didn't realize there was more where that came from. Underneath Yugi's shirt, they failed to find more cuts and bruises. Yugi's eyes were open slightly, as if trying to understand what they were talking about.
"At least he has a pulse." Tristan was trying to be hopeful, but he was still unsure. Joey was holding up Yugi, lightly shaking him. He layed a cool hand on Yugi's forehead. It was hot. VERY hot. He brushed extra snow off of Yugi's face. By this timeYugi's eyes closed all the way, and his breathing was hardly visible.
"Dude, he's got a fever on top of it all. It looks like our friend's in bad shape."
"Lets get out of here Joey. How about you cover him up with your coat."
"Great idea." Joey removed his thin green coat from his white T-shirt. It wasn't very warm, but it would definitely help.
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Before Yugi's thoughts dimmed, he realized he was being turned over, and set on his back. Someone was holding him up, their arm behind him. His eyes were hardly open a crack. His hair fell to his shoulders, it could no longer stay in its styled position. Suddenly, a blurry image of Joey and Tristan appeared in front of him. He felt someone gently shaking him. They were trying to speak to him. But his hearing was muffled, so he got confused. He was too drained of strength in any case to respond.Yugi guessed he was hallucinating, or going insane. But he liked this illusion. It made him feel secure. For awhile, he thought he was floating. He was so numb from cold, that he didn't feel warm arms wrap around his fragile body and lift him up. Yugi's head rested beside a warm chest. The only problem with this warmth was he could now feel some of his wounds. He noticed how much his head ached, and how sore his ribs and side felt. Everything around him was moving backwards. He realized he was being covered in something. He was trying to turn his head to look around, but exhaustion crept over him. His bruised eyelids became heavy. . . so heavy. . . he was too weak to keep them open any longer. They closed right when a cool hand was laid on his flushed forehead.
Stas: Why are you so shaken up, Yugi?
Yugi: Yer. . . yer gonna kill me aren't you?
Stas: Oh relax. Your soo cute when all beat up and stuff. But if you'd die, Urg! I'd never forgive myself. Hey at least you're not the one being chased by my pet.
-Yami still running away from a Siberian tiger in backround-
Yugi: Right. . . well, that is true.
Stas: Seriously, anyways I still feel guilty for making all my readers wait. So I decided I don't give a care if they flame me.
Yugi: Wow, your brave. . . well then. . . I'm outta here! -runs out of house-
Stas: I've bin ditched. Oh well. Reviews and flames welcome! -opens up umbrella-