Disclaimer: If I owned anything, I would be richer and taller and have a trench coat that defies the laws of gravity.
Chapter 2- Something weird is going on. Nothing seems to make sense and Yugi's fear begins to take over. Gasp. Oh yeah, and this is in the present. No flashback for you this time.
Disturbed
Now, Yugi stood outside the building once more, after the 'something' was taken care of. Walking away, he wondered what would have happened if the other him had won the duel. Would he have stayed on earth? Then there was the question of, would he have wanted to stay?
Yugi mentally kicked himself as he thought about it. Of course he didn't want to stay. Sure, he cared about them, but he had been trapped in the world for over 3000 years. Anyone else would have gone crazy by then. Except of course, Bakura, but he was quite a different case. He knew who he was. Having no memories could have quite an effect on a person for three millennia. So could being trapped in a maze for the same period of time, with only one way out. Luckily, Yugi had found that way, and set the ancient spirit free. From then on, they talked together, fooled around together, even saved the world together on multiple occasions.
But now…
Yugi sighed, longingly. Now that was gone. In the past. He was never to return again. Of course, it was for the better, right? That's what he had wanted, right? Yugi kept telling himself that over and over, trying to get rid of the guilt that kept building up inside. Why would it be his fault, after all? He just did what he was supposed to. He beat his other self at his own game. It was his destiny after all, wasn't it?
Wasn't it?
Yugi didn't know any more. He thought he did, but now he wasn't sure. Looking around, he noticed something. It was dark, a bit too dark. He checked his watch. It was only 4:48, much to early even for sundown. Gazing up, he saw something even more eerie.
No stars.
Yugi raised an eyebrow. Clouds, perhaps?
It was clear when he had entered the museum.
He pulled his jacket close around him. Why was it so cold? The day had been pretty warm, not scalding, but nothing like this.
A chill swept across his shoulders. He took a deep breath and stared at what he saw, amazed. It was his own breath, the heat turning foggy in the cold air. Shifting his eyes about, he began to walk to Joey's house, not wanting to be late.
After a few blocks, it seemed to get worse. He began shivering, all the while wishing he had brought a heavier jacket. It was then that the fog rolled in, misty and hazy. It came to mind that all this happened in under three minutes. The weatherman had predicted a clear night with a side of full moon and sixty-nine degree weather to top it off. Then again, who could trust the weatherman? Sure he was a great scientist and all, not to mention he had been right for the past six months and running, but even still, why-
Yugi froze. Another chill ran its way past his shoulders and down his spine. He felt something. Like someone was watching, waiting. Observing his every move. He pulled in another deep breath, shakier then the last, and started to walk faster, keeping his eyes straight ahead. Where were all the other people? It was only 4:53, still the afternoon. A Friday afternoon. People should have been everywhere he turned, and yet there was no one.
Now he was creeped out. Even still, he kept his gaze in front of him. The wind began to pick up, blowing scraps of paper from the alleys on both sides. Thinking he saw something, he turned, looking down the passage to his right. Nothing but shadows, stretching across walls and crawling on the ground. His breathing became quick and short.
'My cell phone.' he thought.
Had he not been so scared, he would have jumped for joy right then and there. After taking it out of his back pocket, he started to dial Joey's number, when he heard a scream. An unnatural, ghostly scream that froze his blood. Trying hard not to think about it, he kept dialing, then put the phone to his ear when he was done. He still walked on, hurrying to get somewhere where he felt safe.
One ring.
'C'mon, guys. Pick up the phone.'
Two rings.
'Please, someone! Answer it!'
Three.
'No, dear God, no! One of you have to pick up!'
Four.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Joey!" Yugi cried, wondering why in the world Malik had not done his job, but thankful that someone had answered the phone nonetheless. "Something really weird's going on, and-"
"And dat is what you would hear if I were actually home to answer da phone. So yah, leave me a message, and stuff. And if dis is Kaiba, you SUCK rich boy! Dat's right, who's da boss now, eh?
Joey, are you talking to Seto?
Huh, aw no sis, I'm just kickin his butt through this message thingy. You hear dat Kaiba? Second rate duelist my-"
Beeeeeep!
'No, no, NO! Don't leave me out here alone!'
As he was about to leave a message, he saw something rush by his left side, causing him to jump.
Unfortunately also causing him to drop the phone, which broke as it hit the ground.
He didn't bend down to pick it up. Instead, he stood perfectly still, not making a sound. He figured that whatever it was might leave if he didn't show any fear.
Too bad he had no idea just what it was.
Taking another deep breath, he picked up the phone, which was useless to him now, and kept walking. It was then that he heard a low hum, which to his ear almost sounded like an animal growl. He didn't stop this time, but hurried faster. The hum got louder as if coming nearer, and he realized it wasn't an animal.
It was a motor. A car motor.
He ran.