Hidden Death
Summary: Ever get that feeling of being watched, or death lurking around you? A dangerous enigma begins as eight year old Yugi discovers he and his grandpa are not living in their new home alone... (AU Yaoi-Free)
A/N: Well, I'll update this fic for now, because I have officially lost my complete and edited chapters for THoP. x( my luck, eh? Stupid laptops these days. I don't know when I'll be able to (or have the inspiration to) write the chapters all over again. But anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed for the first chapter! Replies are in my blog (link in bio).
Disclaimer: Don't own Yuugiou! (getting in the habbit of spelling it like that now) Nor do I own any movies/books/etc. that I took mini scenes unknowingly from. xD
CHAPTER TWO:
Yugi heaved a large box up the steps into his new empty room, save for the few drawers he requested to have kept. Placing the cardboard box down on the floor, he sighed and clapped his gloves free of dust.
"Well, that's the last box." Yugi said with pride as he placed his gloved hands on his hips. He looked into his soon-to-be-room containing one large dresser, one smaller dresser full of drawers with a large mirror over it, a twin sized bed, and many boxes with 'Yugi' written in black permanent marker on the sides.
Yugi nearly jumped out of his skin as a hand was placed on his shoulder. He quickly turned around.
It was only his grandfather.
"Oh, Grandpa! Don't scare me like that!" Yugi said, placing a hand over his speeding heart. His grandfather only chuckled.
"Were you expecting someone?" The elder raised an eyebrow as he patted his grandson on the head. Yugi looked absolutely adorable in jean overalls covering a stained, large tan shirt, followed by worn gloves on his hands and a dark blue bandana wrapped around his spiky head. A heart-wrenching pout was planted upon his face.
"Sure, Grandpa. I was wishing for a ghost to pop out." Yugi said sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest cutely.
"Now, now. Be careful what you wish for! You never know when the gods are listening." Grandpa Mutou said, pointing a finger at Yugi. The little one rolled his eyes.
"Oh Grandpa, you've been studying Egypt for too long." Yugi said before having a hand ruffle his bandana.
"Let's go and fetch a vacuum for your new room." Grandpa Mutou suggested. Yugi's face lit up with happiness as he bounded down the stairs.
"Well, everything is nice and vacuumed. Doesn't it smell nice in here?" Grandpa Mutou sniffed the air in Yugi's new environment. Yugi giggled.
"It sure does, Grandpa." Yugi looked over to the one piece of furniture that remained in the room from the previous owners. The set of drawers with the large mirror. Yugi's amethyst eyes locked firmly with the scratches again, all other senses seemed to be blocked out. Yugi's fingers twitched in the direction of the scratches. His heart beat seemed to quicken, and short puffs of visible air escaped his mouth. It was as if the temperature dropped ten degrees all so suddenly.
"Yugi, you alright boy?" Solomon Mutou placed a firm hand on his grandson's shoulder. Yugi jerked his head up toward his grandfather.
"Yeah, I'm fine!" Yugi smiled warmly. He looked over to the mirror again. "Grandpa, can we keep that dresser?" Yugi asked as he pointed to the oak wood set of drawers with the attached mirror. Solomon raised an eyebrow.
"Why would you want to keep an old thing like that?" Grandpa Mutou asked, looking down at Yugi. Yugi clasped his hands together and looked pleadingly into his grandfather's eyes.
"Please, please! It's really pretty with the hieroglyphic carvings and I can use the drawers for my clothes! Please can I keep it, please?" Yugi continued to beg. Solomon only chuckled and kneeled on his knee caps so he was eye level with Yugi's short size.
"Alright then, Yugi. I'll let you keep that piece of furniture." Grandpa Mutou said, tapping Yugi's cheek lightly. "Only because it will be quite a hassle to move it outside, no?" Yugi laughed in response.
"Oh thank you, Grandpa!" Yugi chirped as he swung his arms around his Grandfather's neck.
A flash of black zoomed by Yugi's eyes.
Yugi blinked.
Crash!
Yugi and Solomon instantly let go of each other, eyes alert as they faced the stairway. The crash came from some sort of glass item shattering.
"Oh dear, I wonder what happened." Solomon said worriedly as he rushed down the steps, leaving Yugi alone on the room.
Yugi blinked, obviously confused. I wonder if... Yugi shifted his eyes cautiously around the corners of his room. "Nahh..." He said with a wave of his hand, shoving the thought out of his mind. He eyed his bed with excitement, running up to the edge and hopping on top of it.
His clean, dark blue bed sheets were wrinkled with the pressure of two small feet consistently bouncing, and semi-lifted up off the bed as Yugi flopped himself down onto the mattress with exhaustion. Sitting up, Yugi stretched his legs and let his two hands fall in his lap.
"Yugi..."
Yugi's head snapped to the sound of his name, and he instantly looked over at the dresser he forced his grandfather to keep.
His eyes trailed to the deep scratches in the oak wood.
Once again, Yugi's body was hypnotized, sitting perfectly still on the bed. His legs hung off the end, swinging silently back and forth. Slowly Yugi's hands found themselves behind him, pushing against the bed to slide himself off. His two small feet landed with a small thud on the wooden floor.
"Yugi..."
Yugi took a hesitant step backward, pressing his lower back into the bed. His amethyst eyes narrowed, unsure to believe his ears of what he was hearing. His face turned to a scowl, glaring down at the scratches on the dresser.
"Grandpa..." Yugi said loudly, small hands gripping the sheets of the bed as he walked around the bed frame, eyes never leaving the markings. His feet slowly walked with his body, one foot being placed directly in front of the other cautiously.
"Yugi!"
Yugi stopped walking around the bed. Not because he wanted to, but because he was forced to. His face began to pale, eyes growing wide with each passing second. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face.
"Yuuugiii..." A whisper was carried by the wind.
Near the scratches, at the base of the dresser, new markings began to form. Two small lines formed simultaneously in a "v" shape, and a longer line continued from the point of the "v" forming a capital "Y".
Yugi's left eye twitched with nervousness and fear. His fingers wrapped themselves around the bed post, knuckles turning white from squeezing so hard.
Next to the "Y", two more lines began to form simultaneously, curving at the bottom and touching together forming a "u."
Yugi swallowed a lump of fear down his throat. He exhaled deeply, shivering to the sudden coldness of the room, as a puff of white air escaped his lips.
The small sound of a nail or small tool scratching wood pounded in Yugi's ears. His head made a small shake, almost disbelievingly.
Next to the "u", a small circle appeared. From the right end of the circle, a line trailed downward, curling up to the left creating a "g."
Yugi had enough. "G-Grandpa!" Yugi screamed as he sat down on the floor and covered his eyes.
In the blink of an eye the letters were gone.
(YUGI'S POV)
I'm not tired, like Grandpa said. I'm not 'imagining things' either. And I'm sure as heck not crazy, so just what was wrong with me? I know what I saw today. Grandpa wouldn't believe me, no matter how much I told him I was telling the truth.
I rolled over on my side, burying my face deeper into my pillow. I looked over to my alarm clock.
8:29.
A sudden chill went down my spine, remembering the letters that were magically carved into the drawers of the dresser before my eyes. "Yug" it read. I didn't give it enough time to carve the "i." Whatever it was.
I clenched my fists in my blankets, pulling them up to my chin. My legs bent together so I was in a small ball, taking up only a small portion of the bed.
A million thoughts and possibilities buzzed through my mind. Was it all just a cruel prank? Was it some sort of...magic? Or ghost?
I gulped. I sure hoped not.
"Yugi..."
I could have sworn my heart skipped a beat, and the room span around in a circle. There was that voice again...just like before...
"Yugi...come..."
Wow, it said something besides my name. I thought sarcastically. Clenching my blankets harder, I pulled the covers completely over my head. It wasn't that I was scared...was I?...
Oh, why can't I stop shaking!
"Come, Yugi...I need your help..."
Suddenly everything paused. Even my lip stopped quivering. Did this thing just ask for help?...from me? I slowly pulled the blankets below my eyes, gazing around the room.
"H-Help with what?" I called out, voice cracked.
I shivered again. The air seemed colder than before. In fact, the air seemed to drop drastically in temperature these first days unexpectedly. Grandpa tried to raise the thermometer, but it still seemed so cold.
I could feel my ears and nose redden and freeze from the cold. Thin layers of icicles formed over my lips as I constantly licked them to keep them moist.
Why did it get so cold in here all of a sudden?
"Yugi..."
My ears twitched, painfully, as I heard my name through a whisper in the wind. It was as if someone was speaking directly into my ear, and the sound waves traveled out into the far corners of the room.
"Yes?" I said loudly, beginning to get annoyed by this so called 'voice'. If it was Grandpa or some kid playing a prank, I am going to be mad...
"Come with me..."
This time I sat up directly in my bed, glaring at the ceiling.
"Come where?" I shouted, getting angry. Grandpa better cut this out!
"Do not get angry..."
"I'm not getting angry!" I shouted again.
"Yugi? Yugi what's the matter?" Uh-Oh, it's Grandpa. He walked into my room with a candle in his hands and a newspaper rolled under his arm. He was dressed in his blue pajamas, a soft hat placed upon his head. "What's with all the yelling? You should be sleeping, Yugi." I sheepishly smiled and lied back down in bed. Grandpa came over and tucked me in again.
"It was nothing, Grandpa." I lied. I already told Grandpa of the voices, he would only lecture me again on how I was sleepy or something.
"Get some sleep, Yugi. Tomorrow is another day." He whispered in my ear, kissing my forehead gently. I made a face of disgust, teasing him on how I was too old for that. He only smiled back at me.
"Sweet dreams, little one." He said before walking up to my door and shutting of the light.
"Sweet dreams, Grandpa." I replied. My eyes followed his form as he walked out of my room and down the stairs. Slowly I gazed back up the ceiling, narrowing my eyes. "See what you did? You almost got me in trouble!" I said sternly, less loud than before.
I blinked. Was I honestly talking to a ceiling? Shaking my head of the nonsense, I buried my face in my pillow once more, lifting the covers over my head. It was time I got some sleep, maybe the long day was finally catching up to me.
Gosh, I'm not that old am I?
To be continued...if you review!
