Mijikai: Okay, time to straghten things out. Okay, Anzu is really pregnant
and getting married, but before you start protesting and dumping the story,
there actually going to be a good thing coming out of it. Wait and see
(wink).
And I've been getting hopes and pleading that the song was from Yami, and I shall not reveal if it is or not till later in the story. *I think I already gave away the answer, but *shrug**
And since this story is in Yugi's POV, I should explain a bit on Yami's term. Yami over heard Yugi saying he wanted to see Anzu, and when Yugi hung up Yami ran to the Mental Insitute, but came to late, since Yugi was already suffering an illusion. The zombie who grabbed Yugi was actually a security guard and when Yugi rolled away he accidently grabbed the guys gun. He couldn't shoot Yami because of the glass and how Yami appeared to Yugi from the other side....puzzle magic? ^^0 Anyway, there is way more adventure for Yugi to come, so stay tuned and read! Please? *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
A spent the past three months locked in my room, having to eat soup and hard black bread.
It was my punishment for hurting three people and firing a gun at a victim, and so labled me dangerous and unstabled.
I didn't care, all I cared about was to kill that bastard.
All I really did in my room was listen to the radio and hug my plushie close as I fingered the purple hair of the Dark Magician.
I didn't really have illusions much, but I did have horrible nightmares and they were just as scary and gruesome as the illusions, and felt just as real.
"Is this the unstable one I've heard about?" came a voice suddenly and my head snapped up as the door opened.
After three months, someone finally had the nerve to come inside.
Not even the bastard Pegusas dared enter, which made me fell smug, but I also felt bad because I couldn't see Jou anymore.
I usually wondered how he fared.
The door was opened and I stared with wide eyes as I tall young man came inside.
I think he was the same age as me, and when I say tall, I mean tall.
He had brown hair with steel blue eyes that could penetrat my soul, and stern lips that were sealed shut into a scowl.
I unconsiously hugged the doll closer to me, as I stared up at him, my black hair hanging limp in my face.
"Who are you?" I whispered, feeling a bit nervous.
"A child? My father runs a place for teenagers and adults, not children!" he shouted at the men behind him.
The white coated people winced and bowed in apology.
A dry chuckle escaped my cracked lips, and shook my head.
'He's so naive,' I thought as I set aside my plushie and stood as tall as I could, which was 4'3, and looked at him straight in the eyes with a smirk upon my lips.
"I'm afraid you are mistaken. I am fourteen years old, soon to be fifteen after December is over."
The young man stared at me, as if he thought I was lieing before he snorted and crossed his arms.
"What is your name?" he demanded.
"Yugi."
"Yugi, do you know why you were locked up for three months?" he asked, clasping his arms around his back.
"Yes, I'm not stupid," I protested angrily. "I was locked up because I attacked three people and tried to kill another."
"Did you like your punishment?" he asked, a cold smile tugging at his lips.
I glared, for I knew he was playing with me.
"No."
"Then why did you do it?"
I had no answer and only turned my back on him.
"Go to hell."
A snarl was hissed behind my back and I heard footsteps coming towards me, and I whirled around just in time to see him pick up my plushie.
"Aren't you a little young for stuffed animals?" he mocked as he held the plushie up high.
"Let him go, he's my friend!" I shouted.
"Is he your friend because you can't make any human ones?"
"Your just taunting me because I'm mental and your not!"
"Your right that does make me feel more supreme."
"Bastard!"
SLAP!
My eyes widened at the sudden action, and my hand automatically came to my cheek that was throbbing badly.
But what surprised me the most was the young man's expression.
His blue eyes were wide with fury, and he breathed hard, his hand still poised in the air.
"Don't call me that, don't you ever call me that!" he snarled and I started backing away, feeling darkness creep into my eyes.
"Oh shit!" I shouted as the familiar illusion started coming. "Get the hell out of here!"
"Why?" he mocked.
"Get out or you'll regret it, I mean it!" I shouted.
I don't think that idiot believed me, but he did start edging away from me.
The people in the white lab coats cried out in horror and literally grabbed the young man out of the room, and slammed the door shut, leaving me to suffer in the illusion that befell me.
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Warm, soft.
My eyes slowly opened and my mouth nearly dropped as I was looking into cold stone eyes that belonged to the bastard young man who taunted me.
I slowly rose up, groaning because of my sore body, and stared up at him.
My bed didn't quite feel that hard right now, and my room looked...bigger?
Was that a poster of Duel Monsters?
"You're in my room," he explained.
"You're...room?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"For when my father demands me to participate in one of his projects. My real room is much better and bigger then this," he sniffed, as he got up.
"And your father is...?"
"None of your buisness."
I rolled my eyes.
"Can I have yours then?" I asked, blandly.
"...Seto Kaiba."
"Beautiful," I murmured sarcastically and buried myself into the bed and pulled the covers over me. "Now leave me to die now."
"(Snort) not a chance. My father would not like that, though I would be happy to arrange a funeral."
"Then do me a favor and do so. I have no life anymore. My girlfriend is going to marry my best friend..."
"I don't need to hear your problems," Seto said coolly, though he was getting irritated.
"Well to bad, because its making me feel better!" I barked back. "I can't remember anything because of a stupid accident, and I'm having illusions that cause me to hurt people."
"Yeah, yeah," Kaiba grumbled as he shuffled papers from his desk.
"Why am I in your room anyway?"
"I brought you here to question you, but obviously it was a mistake since you keep welling up in your self pity."
I bolted up and slammed my hand down onto the bed.
"Like hell I am! I've quit doing that months ago you jackass!"
Kaiba only shrugged, and started writing something down.
Ohhh, how I wanted to get him to pay attention, or at least not act like I was a piece of lint.
"So," I said slowly. "Do you know Yami Mutou?"
Before I knew what was happening, Kaiba was shaking me roughly, fire flaring in his eyes.
"You. Know. Yami. Mutou!?" he shouted as he shook me.
"Yes, yes, now stop shaking me!" I shouted, and once I was able to keep my vision from spinning I glared at him. "If I'd known you'd act like that I'd have kept my mouth shut."
"To late for that. Do you know who he is?" Kaiba demanded again.
"Yes," I snorted. "He's the bastard that stole my girlfriend, caused me to suffer here in the first place, and caused me to put up with you, asshole."
Kaiba only pulled back and chuckled coldly.
"So, if you know Yami Mutou, then you know the technic of his. Heart of the Cards was it?"
I burst out laughing.
"The Heart of the what!? Where did you get such a corny name as that!" I shouted, falling onto my back, laughing.
Kaiba's amused smile had disappeared into a scowl.
"Don't you dare laugh at me."
"I'll laugh all I want mellon head!" I shouted and laughed.
SLAP!
"Shit! Will you quit slapping me!?"
"No," was his simple answer.
I scowled, and rubbed my sour cheek, flicking him off at his back.
"You don't have to stay you know," he said, starting up his lab top, hinting he wanted me to leave.
"But I like it here, its comfy, roomy, and I can get dirt all over your rich pretty stuff."
"Oh god, just get out will you!"
I hopped off the bed, and picked up a card I saw ontop of his drawer and looked at it in all angles.
Something was tugging at my mind as I studied it, and I strode up to Seto and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What the fucken hell do you want!" he shouted, obviously fustrated.
"What's this?" I asked, holding up the card, and I got the most surprising reaction.
Seto's eyes became wide and he snatched it from my hand, pressing it to him and knocked me over.
My head collided with the wall, and something came to me.
Flashes of Seto.
Him first coming into Domino High, him confronting my Grandpa and ripping up his Blue Eyes White Dragon card.
Him threatening to kill himself to save his brother, him...him...him...
"Seto Kaiba!" I shouted, and I saw him jump back away from me, staring at me like I was insane. "Seto Kaiba! I remember you! You ripped up my Grandpa's card! You made me lose at Duelist Kingdom! I remember you!"
He blinked, then his eyes widened and he took a small step forward, eyes narrowed.
"Yugi, Yugi Mutou?" he asked, kneeling before me.
"Yeah! Yugi Mutou."
He kept staring at me, then started laughing, a cold chilling laugh.
"The Yugi Mutou. How pathetic. You one of the best duelers in history, all washed up in this insane asylum. This is rich."
I glared, and ignored him as I went for the door, wrenching it open and slamming it shut.
"Bitch!" I shouted at the door, sure he heard and stomped back down the hall.
But as I stomped through the halls, I slowed to a walk, and something hit me.
I was free.
No longer was I locked into my room and Mr. Kaiba just let me out without an escort.
Awe, rich indeed.
A smile touched my lips, and I went running down the hall, hoping maybe I'd find Jounouchi.
Just as I rounded the corner, something slammed into me and I gasped as the breath was knocked out of me, and shoved the person off of me.
"Watch where the hell..." I was about to shout, but a hand grabbed my arm and twisted it back sharply, and hot breath tickled the inside of my ear.
"Watch what?" came a growl and my eyes slowly looked up to meet wide blue eyes, a bit glazed and unfocused.
"What the...who the hell are you bastard! And get your hand out of my pants!" I shouted. "ARG! Stop it! Shit! Alright that's it! Nobody touches my ass without my permission!"
I wrentched my body to the left, my free hand grabbing the guy's bicept and my captured hand twisting, grabbing the guy's wrist and threw him over my back.
The guy landed with a grunt as he landed on his back, and I immediately stepped back, ready if he decided to attack me.
"So, you like to touch asses huh?" I snarled, and kicked him in the side. "Then why don't you go touch your own, you pervert!"
The guy caught my foot when I made to kick him a second time, and flipped me onto my own back, then straddled me, pinning my wrists to the ground.
"You think you can out match me?" he hissed. "I believe you're mistaken. I'm an expert at street fighting, and if I want to touch an ass then as sure as hell touch an ass, you got me?"
I blinked up at the physco path, and saw it was someone a little older then me.
Actually, might even be a young adult.
His skin was tanned with white ivory hair that fell over his shoulder, sweeping over my cheek, and I could see that he had good muscle structure with rough hands, a scar flashing on his left cheek.
"That's fine with me, but nobody touches mine!" I shouted.
He smirked, then laughed.
"You're lucky you have looks, otherwise I'd have killed you for insulting me so," he growled.
"Hmph!" I snorted. "Get off of me physco path."
"Oh no. That's where you're wrong. I'm not insane, I'm just overly intellegent."
"Yeah right, and forks are raining down upon the planet to spear people in the heart."
"Ha, you think you're pretty funny huh?" he asked and bent down to nuzzle my neck with his cheek.
"Get off of me. I'm not someone's sex toy!" I shouted and tried throwing him off, but he was too heavy.
"You're right, you aren't someone's sex toy. You're now mine!"
My eyes widened, and for once, fear actually gripped me and I squirmed as he slid a hand under my shirt, and struggled.
"Stop it! No, stop! YAMI!" I shouted without thinking, and the touching stopped and I looked up to see the young man scowling down at me.
"What did you say!" he shouted.
"I said to stop, bastard!" I shouted.
"No, that name. You said Yami, didn't you? You called for that damn pharaoh. How do you know him! Tell me!" he shouted, grabbing my collar and shaking me rapidly.
"Pharaoh? What? What are you talking about!" I shouted.
"Bakura!" came a shout and his head shot up, and his eyes narrowed.
"Shit," he cursed.
"Bakura! Get off of him! What did you do to him this time? Where have you touched him? Is he broken?" I heard someone babble, and Bakura snorted.
"I barely even got started with him, thanks to you," he spat.
"Quiet. Just get back to your room!"
Bakura started muttering angrily to himself as he removed himself from atop of me and I heard his footsteps slowly walking down the hall.
"I'm sorry, are you alright?" I heard the person say slowly as if he thought I was dumb.
"Yes I'm fine!" I sneered back, looking up and looked up to see a man with very dark skin wearing a turban, golden hoop earrings, with a white shirt tucked into black pants, with some kind of Ank around his neck.
His eyes were a deep blue that seemed to be all iris that stared into my soul.
"I am Shadi, the caretaker of Bakura. It is a surprise to see you here, chosen one."
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Is this story making any sense? I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
REVIEW
And I've been getting hopes and pleading that the song was from Yami, and I shall not reveal if it is or not till later in the story. *I think I already gave away the answer, but *shrug**
And since this story is in Yugi's POV, I should explain a bit on Yami's term. Yami over heard Yugi saying he wanted to see Anzu, and when Yugi hung up Yami ran to the Mental Insitute, but came to late, since Yugi was already suffering an illusion. The zombie who grabbed Yugi was actually a security guard and when Yugi rolled away he accidently grabbed the guys gun. He couldn't shoot Yami because of the glass and how Yami appeared to Yugi from the other side....puzzle magic? ^^0 Anyway, there is way more adventure for Yugi to come, so stay tuned and read! Please? *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
A spent the past three months locked in my room, having to eat soup and hard black bread.
It was my punishment for hurting three people and firing a gun at a victim, and so labled me dangerous and unstabled.
I didn't care, all I cared about was to kill that bastard.
All I really did in my room was listen to the radio and hug my plushie close as I fingered the purple hair of the Dark Magician.
I didn't really have illusions much, but I did have horrible nightmares and they were just as scary and gruesome as the illusions, and felt just as real.
"Is this the unstable one I've heard about?" came a voice suddenly and my head snapped up as the door opened.
After three months, someone finally had the nerve to come inside.
Not even the bastard Pegusas dared enter, which made me fell smug, but I also felt bad because I couldn't see Jou anymore.
I usually wondered how he fared.
The door was opened and I stared with wide eyes as I tall young man came inside.
I think he was the same age as me, and when I say tall, I mean tall.
He had brown hair with steel blue eyes that could penetrat my soul, and stern lips that were sealed shut into a scowl.
I unconsiously hugged the doll closer to me, as I stared up at him, my black hair hanging limp in my face.
"Who are you?" I whispered, feeling a bit nervous.
"A child? My father runs a place for teenagers and adults, not children!" he shouted at the men behind him.
The white coated people winced and bowed in apology.
A dry chuckle escaped my cracked lips, and shook my head.
'He's so naive,' I thought as I set aside my plushie and stood as tall as I could, which was 4'3, and looked at him straight in the eyes with a smirk upon my lips.
"I'm afraid you are mistaken. I am fourteen years old, soon to be fifteen after December is over."
The young man stared at me, as if he thought I was lieing before he snorted and crossed his arms.
"What is your name?" he demanded.
"Yugi."
"Yugi, do you know why you were locked up for three months?" he asked, clasping his arms around his back.
"Yes, I'm not stupid," I protested angrily. "I was locked up because I attacked three people and tried to kill another."
"Did you like your punishment?" he asked, a cold smile tugging at his lips.
I glared, for I knew he was playing with me.
"No."
"Then why did you do it?"
I had no answer and only turned my back on him.
"Go to hell."
A snarl was hissed behind my back and I heard footsteps coming towards me, and I whirled around just in time to see him pick up my plushie.
"Aren't you a little young for stuffed animals?" he mocked as he held the plushie up high.
"Let him go, he's my friend!" I shouted.
"Is he your friend because you can't make any human ones?"
"Your just taunting me because I'm mental and your not!"
"Your right that does make me feel more supreme."
"Bastard!"
SLAP!
My eyes widened at the sudden action, and my hand automatically came to my cheek that was throbbing badly.
But what surprised me the most was the young man's expression.
His blue eyes were wide with fury, and he breathed hard, his hand still poised in the air.
"Don't call me that, don't you ever call me that!" he snarled and I started backing away, feeling darkness creep into my eyes.
"Oh shit!" I shouted as the familiar illusion started coming. "Get the hell out of here!"
"Why?" he mocked.
"Get out or you'll regret it, I mean it!" I shouted.
I don't think that idiot believed me, but he did start edging away from me.
The people in the white lab coats cried out in horror and literally grabbed the young man out of the room, and slammed the door shut, leaving me to suffer in the illusion that befell me.
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Warm, soft.
My eyes slowly opened and my mouth nearly dropped as I was looking into cold stone eyes that belonged to the bastard young man who taunted me.
I slowly rose up, groaning because of my sore body, and stared up at him.
My bed didn't quite feel that hard right now, and my room looked...bigger?
Was that a poster of Duel Monsters?
"You're in my room," he explained.
"You're...room?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"For when my father demands me to participate in one of his projects. My real room is much better and bigger then this," he sniffed, as he got up.
"And your father is...?"
"None of your buisness."
I rolled my eyes.
"Can I have yours then?" I asked, blandly.
"...Seto Kaiba."
"Beautiful," I murmured sarcastically and buried myself into the bed and pulled the covers over me. "Now leave me to die now."
"(Snort) not a chance. My father would not like that, though I would be happy to arrange a funeral."
"Then do me a favor and do so. I have no life anymore. My girlfriend is going to marry my best friend..."
"I don't need to hear your problems," Seto said coolly, though he was getting irritated.
"Well to bad, because its making me feel better!" I barked back. "I can't remember anything because of a stupid accident, and I'm having illusions that cause me to hurt people."
"Yeah, yeah," Kaiba grumbled as he shuffled papers from his desk.
"Why am I in your room anyway?"
"I brought you here to question you, but obviously it was a mistake since you keep welling up in your self pity."
I bolted up and slammed my hand down onto the bed.
"Like hell I am! I've quit doing that months ago you jackass!"
Kaiba only shrugged, and started writing something down.
Ohhh, how I wanted to get him to pay attention, or at least not act like I was a piece of lint.
"So," I said slowly. "Do you know Yami Mutou?"
Before I knew what was happening, Kaiba was shaking me roughly, fire flaring in his eyes.
"You. Know. Yami. Mutou!?" he shouted as he shook me.
"Yes, yes, now stop shaking me!" I shouted, and once I was able to keep my vision from spinning I glared at him. "If I'd known you'd act like that I'd have kept my mouth shut."
"To late for that. Do you know who he is?" Kaiba demanded again.
"Yes," I snorted. "He's the bastard that stole my girlfriend, caused me to suffer here in the first place, and caused me to put up with you, asshole."
Kaiba only pulled back and chuckled coldly.
"So, if you know Yami Mutou, then you know the technic of his. Heart of the Cards was it?"
I burst out laughing.
"The Heart of the what!? Where did you get such a corny name as that!" I shouted, falling onto my back, laughing.
Kaiba's amused smile had disappeared into a scowl.
"Don't you dare laugh at me."
"I'll laugh all I want mellon head!" I shouted and laughed.
SLAP!
"Shit! Will you quit slapping me!?"
"No," was his simple answer.
I scowled, and rubbed my sour cheek, flicking him off at his back.
"You don't have to stay you know," he said, starting up his lab top, hinting he wanted me to leave.
"But I like it here, its comfy, roomy, and I can get dirt all over your rich pretty stuff."
"Oh god, just get out will you!"
I hopped off the bed, and picked up a card I saw ontop of his drawer and looked at it in all angles.
Something was tugging at my mind as I studied it, and I strode up to Seto and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What the fucken hell do you want!" he shouted, obviously fustrated.
"What's this?" I asked, holding up the card, and I got the most surprising reaction.
Seto's eyes became wide and he snatched it from my hand, pressing it to him and knocked me over.
My head collided with the wall, and something came to me.
Flashes of Seto.
Him first coming into Domino High, him confronting my Grandpa and ripping up his Blue Eyes White Dragon card.
Him threatening to kill himself to save his brother, him...him...him...
"Seto Kaiba!" I shouted, and I saw him jump back away from me, staring at me like I was insane. "Seto Kaiba! I remember you! You ripped up my Grandpa's card! You made me lose at Duelist Kingdom! I remember you!"
He blinked, then his eyes widened and he took a small step forward, eyes narrowed.
"Yugi, Yugi Mutou?" he asked, kneeling before me.
"Yeah! Yugi Mutou."
He kept staring at me, then started laughing, a cold chilling laugh.
"The Yugi Mutou. How pathetic. You one of the best duelers in history, all washed up in this insane asylum. This is rich."
I glared, and ignored him as I went for the door, wrenching it open and slamming it shut.
"Bitch!" I shouted at the door, sure he heard and stomped back down the hall.
But as I stomped through the halls, I slowed to a walk, and something hit me.
I was free.
No longer was I locked into my room and Mr. Kaiba just let me out without an escort.
Awe, rich indeed.
A smile touched my lips, and I went running down the hall, hoping maybe I'd find Jounouchi.
Just as I rounded the corner, something slammed into me and I gasped as the breath was knocked out of me, and shoved the person off of me.
"Watch where the hell..." I was about to shout, but a hand grabbed my arm and twisted it back sharply, and hot breath tickled the inside of my ear.
"Watch what?" came a growl and my eyes slowly looked up to meet wide blue eyes, a bit glazed and unfocused.
"What the...who the hell are you bastard! And get your hand out of my pants!" I shouted. "ARG! Stop it! Shit! Alright that's it! Nobody touches my ass without my permission!"
I wrentched my body to the left, my free hand grabbing the guy's bicept and my captured hand twisting, grabbing the guy's wrist and threw him over my back.
The guy landed with a grunt as he landed on his back, and I immediately stepped back, ready if he decided to attack me.
"So, you like to touch asses huh?" I snarled, and kicked him in the side. "Then why don't you go touch your own, you pervert!"
The guy caught my foot when I made to kick him a second time, and flipped me onto my own back, then straddled me, pinning my wrists to the ground.
"You think you can out match me?" he hissed. "I believe you're mistaken. I'm an expert at street fighting, and if I want to touch an ass then as sure as hell touch an ass, you got me?"
I blinked up at the physco path, and saw it was someone a little older then me.
Actually, might even be a young adult.
His skin was tanned with white ivory hair that fell over his shoulder, sweeping over my cheek, and I could see that he had good muscle structure with rough hands, a scar flashing on his left cheek.
"That's fine with me, but nobody touches mine!" I shouted.
He smirked, then laughed.
"You're lucky you have looks, otherwise I'd have killed you for insulting me so," he growled.
"Hmph!" I snorted. "Get off of me physco path."
"Oh no. That's where you're wrong. I'm not insane, I'm just overly intellegent."
"Yeah right, and forks are raining down upon the planet to spear people in the heart."
"Ha, you think you're pretty funny huh?" he asked and bent down to nuzzle my neck with his cheek.
"Get off of me. I'm not someone's sex toy!" I shouted and tried throwing him off, but he was too heavy.
"You're right, you aren't someone's sex toy. You're now mine!"
My eyes widened, and for once, fear actually gripped me and I squirmed as he slid a hand under my shirt, and struggled.
"Stop it! No, stop! YAMI!" I shouted without thinking, and the touching stopped and I looked up to see the young man scowling down at me.
"What did you say!" he shouted.
"I said to stop, bastard!" I shouted.
"No, that name. You said Yami, didn't you? You called for that damn pharaoh. How do you know him! Tell me!" he shouted, grabbing my collar and shaking me rapidly.
"Pharaoh? What? What are you talking about!" I shouted.
"Bakura!" came a shout and his head shot up, and his eyes narrowed.
"Shit," he cursed.
"Bakura! Get off of him! What did you do to him this time? Where have you touched him? Is he broken?" I heard someone babble, and Bakura snorted.
"I barely even got started with him, thanks to you," he spat.
"Quiet. Just get back to your room!"
Bakura started muttering angrily to himself as he removed himself from atop of me and I heard his footsteps slowly walking down the hall.
"I'm sorry, are you alright?" I heard the person say slowly as if he thought I was dumb.
"Yes I'm fine!" I sneered back, looking up and looked up to see a man with very dark skin wearing a turban, golden hoop earrings, with a white shirt tucked into black pants, with some kind of Ank around his neck.
His eyes were a deep blue that seemed to be all iris that stared into my soul.
"I am Shadi, the caretaker of Bakura. It is a surprise to see you here, chosen one."
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Is this story making any sense? I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
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