Tidings of Comfort and Joy
Part II: Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Fire
Disclaimer: Still do not own Yugioh! Rest assured that I would notify you all if this changed.
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December 2nd
A cold breeze spread throughout the city of Domino, announcing to all that winter had officially arrived. One solitary, small building, the Kame Game Shop, stood cheerily among the blustery winds and clear, blue sky. The front door opened from the inside, the bell ringing and the "OPEN" sign swinging. Out peeked the small face of Yugi Moto and though he was dressed in a blue coat with pictures puffy white clouds, two violet mittens on each hand, pants, artificial fur lined boots, topped off with a violet wool scarf and cap, he still shivered as a particularly cold breeze brushed past his face.
"It's cold!" he exclaimed, before drawing his face back in and wrinkling his nose. As the door closed, the bell rung. Grandpa looked up.
"Yes, it is," he nodded. "And it will only get colder as the month progresses."
Yugi leaned his palms against the door and shivered a bit as his pale flesh brushed against cold glass. With a thought, he glanced back at his grandfather, who was busily wiping down the glass counters. "Grandpa?"
"And this kind of weather is not going to do my old bones not one bit of good," the old man chuckled to himself and did not hear his grandson.
"Grandpa?"
"Not one bit!"
"Grandpa!"
"I'm sorry, Yugi," Grandpa blinked owlishly at him. "Did you say something?"
Yugi's eyebrows furrowed. "Do you think we'll have a white Christmas?" he asked. Hope rose in his chest like a warm summer bubble.
Grandpa scratched his chin. "Well, now," he drawled out. "It's kind of hard to tell this early. It's still a little warm for snow but that can change." He looked down at Yugi and smiled. "It's possible, Yugi. It's possible."
"Hmm," was all the four-year-old murmured before turning back to his vigilance at the door.
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Meanwhile, far, far away in Heaven, there was a certain angel that didn't seem to care about anything. He didn't care about doing his duty, flying, spreading joy or anything. Always he remained apathetic and never quite saw the point of doing good deeds. His main priority was himself and only himself and that was the way he liked it. Because of this, he often came across very mean and self-centered. There was also a very condescending attitude in him that made most angels almost think some very "unholy" thoughts, such as just where they thought he should put his attitude. Unfortunately for him, the Head Angels did not see it that way. So this certain angel found himself in very big trouble.
The name of this certain angel?
Yami.
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The old Head Angel sighed and took off his glasses. He looked at the angel that stood before him and his face took on a complete look of exasperation. "Angel Atemu," he began.
"Yami," the angel interrupted, without so much as a blink for his rudeness.
"What?" the Head Angle looked up perplexed.
"Yami," the angel repeated, looking bored. "That is my name."
The Head Angel only sighed. "Atemu-"
"Yami."
Another sigh.
"Yami," he conceded, "We here at the Head Department are very concerned about you. You've been with us for a long time. A long, long, long time. And yet you have refused to make anything of yourself. You are currently place among the lowest of the low, the CareGivers. All that is required of those angels are to spread a little joy here and there. But all you seem to do is wreak havoc."
There came a well-satisfied snort but the Head Angel pretended to have not heard it.
"Yami," the Head Angel ran his fingers through his fine, gray hair and sighed again, "I'm afraid that if this does not change, we will have no choice but to demote you."
At this, there was a real flash of panic in Yami's amethyst eyes. His black hair trimmed with crimson and crowned with five gold bangs and three lighting strikes swayed though there was no breeze. He had a lean, fit body but his preference for dark colors made him look more like a fallen angel. His wings were a pale, glowing light, like moonbeams, and each were as long as his body, small in angel standards. As far as looks went, he was high up there but in a completely different category than the other angels. To top of his looks there was his air of arrogance. An angel with such a pride had every reason to fear being demoted. While being a CareGiver was considered pathetic, being demoted was infinite times worse.
"You're not serious," Yami's eyes scanned the Elder's for any trace of lying.
"We are," the Head Angel said in an uncharacteristically firm tone, his gray eyes leaving no room for doubt. Then his shoulders sagged and he sighed again. "However," he continued, "we, angels, are not of a condemning nature. You will have one last chance. You must prove yourself, Yami."
"By doing what?" Yami muttered, his eyes growing dark. "Creating world peace?"
At this, the Head Angel chuckled. "Close, but not exactly," he smiled as Yami looked at him curiously. He snapped his bony fingers and there appeared before them a swirling 2D vortex. Yami instantly knew what it was: a portal to Earth. The Head Angel continued, "I assure you, Yami, the task that's been given to you is not nearly so difficult." He put a reassuring arm around the angel's shoulders.
Yami raised an eyebrow. "I don't understand," he said, slowly. "What exactly am I supposed to do?"
The Head Angel grinned. "Make a miracle, Yami," he explained. "Or twelve, to be exact."
"Twelve?" Yami blinked. "But I don't have any powers, unless you count being invisible down on Earth and other small things."
"It's not the powers that count, Yami," the Head Angel said. "You've got to learn what it is to give from the heart." He shook his head. "Only then can you truly become something great."
Yami, clearly unsatisfied with this sort of answer, began to protest, "But-"
The Head Angel just smiled. "Well, good luck!" And with that, he pulled back his arm and gave Yami a gentle shove.
"Hey!" Yami's eyes widened. "What do you think you're-"
But it was too late.
Yami was on a beeline to Earth.
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The (litterly) falling angel cursed and cursed loudly, not caring who heard for the rushing air quickly swallowed up his angry words. Desperately, he tried to twist his body around and get his wings working but he became frustrated when the wings did nothing to stop his descent. Over and over he fell, catching glimpses of green which suddenly flashed to blue and then back again and cursing all the way.
It was lucky for him though that his wings managed to at least slow him down.
Or else that crash into the ground would have hurt a lot more than it did.
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When he finally came to, his world was black and his head was throbbing. There was a slight pressure on his shoulder but he dismissed it. Slowly, he blinked open his eyes. When the image in front of him came into focus, he stiffened.
Kneeling beside him was a small boy, practically his mirror image, gazing down at him in concern. The boy had placed a small hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" the childish voice asked.
Yami, in shock, did a mental recount.
Were humans supposed to see angels?
He didn't think so.
Crud.
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Thanks for reading! I hope that you continue to enjoy!
Reviewer Replies:
Soul Dreamer: I totally agree! Yugi is so cute!
Shadow-loverOB1: My plan is for there to be a new chapter everyday until Christmas! Enjoy!
Lily-chan: HIYA! glomps I've missed you SO MUCH! Please continue to read! I'll say more when I have more time!
Yana 5: I don't think this will be slash. There will be hints of it. I'm thinking of putting up an alterternate ending for slash lovers. What do you think?