Disclaimer: I think since I got a couple reviews for Unknown to Others, I'll go ahead and start this one.
I do not own Yuugioh. I do not own the characters, nor do I own the Turtle Game Shop. I do own the plot and this story, though. I guess with that information, I can go ahead and start.
Under Pressure
Tests and Tidal Waves
Yuugi Motou shifted in his seat, biting the tip of his eraser. His Algebra teacher was patrolling the classroom like an eager hawk. He looked down at his test again.
I don't know this, he thought desperately.
Still looking down, his eyes shifted to his side. He glanced uneasily at Seto Kaiba's paper. Then he glanced at Kaiba. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his mouth was a thin severe line, and he was glaring at his test in front of him as if wanting to set fire to it. Kaiba glanced up at his teacher quickly to see if she was watching, and then shifted himself slowly.
Kaiba noticed Yuugi's prying eyes and wrote at the bottom of his test, WE HAVE DIFFERENT PAPERS.
Yuugi rolled his eyes and gave Kaiba a tiny appreciative smile and bent over his own test again.
Walking home from school...
"How bad was that stupid test?" Joey asked, yawning.
"It must have come from the fiery depths of Hell like Ms. Nations herself." Tristan snapped, speaking of the Algebra teacher.
"She gave out seven detentions in my class." Tea said, angrily. "One was to me. I wasn't even talking!"
"Right..." Tristan said, smiling.
"Because we believe that." Joey mocked.
"Oh yeah..." Tristan said, poking Tea in the arm, "you never talk."
"Perish the thought!" Joey cried, feigning distress.
Yuugi was silent, while Joey and Tristan irritated a particularly furious looking Tea. He was going over the test in his head.
Yami? He said finally.
Yes?
Did I do my test right? Yuugi asked Yami this because when Yuugi read his school books, Yami hovered over his shoulder, read whatever Yuugi was reading, and retained most of the information.
Most of it.
"Motou! Motou! Come here! Hurry!"
Yuugi was snapped out of his conversation by Seto Kaiba's shouts.
Kaiba and his younger brother, Mokuba, ran around the corner, crashing into Tristan and Tea. Kaiba was the first to recover.
"Motou! Your grandfather!" Kaiba gasped, completely winded.
There was an awkward silence, then….
"What happened to Gramps?" Joey shouted.
"He- your- gone- your shop!" Mokuba spat out between labored breathing.
Yuugi exchanged worried glances with Yami.
"What happened?" Yuugi said, feigning calmness.
"Someone vandalized your game shop! They tore everything apart. They got the main shop, your living room, and upstairs! And you grandfather, he's gone! Nowhere to be found!" Kaiba shouted.
"GONE?" Yuugi yelled.
Yugi, please allow me to take over. Yami said.
Yuugi readily accepted Yami's offer. The Millennium Puzzle glowed faintly; Yami was pulled to the surface.
"Now Kaiba," Yami said, his voice emotionless, "do you know what happened?"
"No," Kaiba said casting a worried glance over his shoulder.
"Well then," Yami said in his low, soft voice. "We'll just have to figure it out, won't we?"
"Yeah!" Joey shouted, his brown eyes shining. "I can smell an adventure ahead!"
Tristan looked at him incredulously.
"You moron! What do you think is going on? You think this is a game? Yugi's grandpa is in trouble!"
"Listen," Kaiba cut in, "Mokuba and I will help."
"Thanks Seto." Tea said.
"The small talk can wait." Yami snapped, agitated.
"Let's go!"
When they arrived...
"Why is everything soaking wet?" Tea asked.
The game shop was drenched from the linoleum floor to the cobweb strung ceiling. The cardboard cases to board games were soggy and damp. Even the "Ultra Rare" cards in glass display cases had managed to turn into wet, colorful piles.
And everything was torn apart, just as Kaiba had described. Chess pieces were flung everywhere, along with Chinese Checker pieces, role playing video games, and Dungeon Dice Monster dice. Posters had been torn down and shredded. Glass cases were shattered. The cash box had been thrown on the ground, as if the person who had flung it there had gotten frustrated.
"Do you think it was a robbery?" Mokuba asked quietly.
"Who would rob a game shop?" Tristan pointed out.
"Who would rob a game shop with a water gun?" Joey said, smiling.
"Maybe it wasn't a robbery." Yami said, crouching down and picking up the cash box. He held it up and shook it fiercely, and it jingled loudly. He looked around, frowning. "Nothing seems to be missing."
"Maybe it was vandals." Kaiba said. "It certainly looks like it."
"Or perhaps our new friends were looking for something." Yami said, his eyes flashing.
"What's so special that's in a game shop?" Mokuba asked.
"Solomon."
"It was a kidnapping? We should call the police." Tea said, sounding worried.
Then, without warning, a large wave of water came cascading down the stairs into the living room where everyone was. Needless to say, with the pressure of the water, the room filled up very quickly.
Mokuba, being the shortest went under first. Kaiba plunged his hands under and plucked his brother out of the water and held him to his chest.
Yami, the next shortest, went under next, and just as quickly as the water had pulled him under, it filled his lungs. Just as he was about to lose conciseness, he felt a strong grip wrap around his wrist and pull him up. When he got to the top, he gasped for breath but only managed to swallow more water. His vision was blurred and darkening but Tristan still had his iron clad grip on Yami's wrist, so he couldn't sink to the bottom. Everyone fought to keep their heads above water, trying to throw off the suffocating mass surrounding them all, as the room was still filling up with water.
Then as quickly as it came, the water disappeared, including the water Mokuba and Yami had managed to inhale.
Everyone had been floating about four feet off the ground in the water, trying tokeep their heads above water,and now that it was gone they all fell. And landed with a thud.
Everyone stood up except Yami and Mokuba, who were still trying to catch their breath and coughing up water. Everyone was soaking and chilled to the bone.
"What just happened?" Kaiba asked, trying to brush his bangs out of his eyes.
"I dunno," Tea muttered, wringing the remaining water out of her hair.
"It smelled like salt water." Joey said.
"Yami or I could've told you that." Mokuba spat furiously.
"What was ocean water doing in the middle of the game shop?" Tristan asked, pulling Mokuba up and letting Mokuba lean on him for a bit.
"I'm sure it has something to do with Gramp's disappearance." Joey said, helping Yami to his feet.
"I'll bet that water took Solomon where ever it came from." Yami said. "Now we just need to find out where it came from."
"Why do you think that water came after us?" Tea asked, staring at the staircase as if the water was going to suddenly pour back down it. Mokuba went into the kitchen for towels.
"I'll bet whoever took Solomon doesn't us to follow." Kaiba said, suspiciously.
"Or perhaps they do." Yami said, his eyes flashing while he kept his voice emotionless.
"What?"
"Why else would they show us how they took Solomon? Why else they have left so much evidence? Why else would they withdraw their water, when they could have let us drown?"
"Do think they're trying to lead us into a trap?" Tea asked anxiously.
"I'm sure of it." Yami said, harshly.
"Yami, you think everything's a trap." Tristan said, accusingly.
Yami looked at Tristan, with hard eyes and a frown that dug premature spider- web-thin lines into Yami's face.
"Yes. I do. And that's why we're all still alive."
"Look I'm sure this nothing to get really worked up about. I mean, Mr. Motou might just be out or something." Kaiba said, uncomfortably.
"Uh, guys? I think you'd better come look at this." Mokuba called from the kitchen.
Everyone ran into the kitchen and peered out of the window.
What looked like large, storm clouds circled around in the sky. They looked like storm clouds but they were a bright blue were circling around the peer on the other side of town. The ocean, which surrounded the city on all side except one, was thrashing around fiercely, tossing boats around like pebbles.
"Nothing to get worked up about, huh, Kaiba?" Yami snapped.
To Be Continued….
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