Yugi twitched in his sleep, his breathing uneven. Yami's eyes grew wide in confusion, a nightmare? That hadn't happened since duelist kingdom, Yami's presence always kept the unwanted demons of the night away from Yugi's dreams. His eyes narrowed, so then what?
Yugi's eyes were screwed shut, sweat broke out on his forehead and he muttered one word, "…Dad…"
Yami said the first thing that came to his head, "Oh snap…"
Yami sighed in exhaustion and approached Yugi's bedside, planting his index finger on his forehead a warm glow came and went, Yugi's body relaxed into a peaceful slumber. The spell wouldn't erase Yugi's memory but it would still send it back to where it came, for now. The pharaoh couldn't have Yugi remembering who he was. It'd be too…awkward. Finding out a spirit of a puzzle was your father? Too many questions he'd rather avoid.
With that done, he went back into the puzzle, perhaps to add another door? If Yugi thought he knew who he was he'd ask about his past, eventually Yami might let his secret slip, so as long as he played along with his maze he was granted solitude. And Yugi allowed him time to himself in his maze to 'explore his mind' if you will when in reality he'd sit there brooding and thinking.
Yugi grunted in his sleep, he was getting cold just as the sun started to leak into his window. Bleary amethyst eyes opened. The first thing he did was prod the puzzle next to him. It gave off a comforting flash as if to say 'good morning…let me sleep'. Yugi gave a soft laugh, or as cheery as one could be with a dry throat. He kicked the covers off his bed and went to the bathroom. When he came back he settled down into bed. When Yugi poked the puzzle again it remained still. He frowned, Yami must be really deep in thought if he didn't respond. Shrugging it off as a good thing he settled back into bed.
…Just as the stupid alarm went off.
Cursing unlike the angel he was portrayed to be, he whapped his hand on the alarm and after five or so minutes, forced himself to be bothered to get out of bed.
The three god cards shone brightly in the morning light, almost in a knowing way, Mr. Motou hardly noticed however as he continued cleaning them. Yugi's friends would be over soon, and as soon as they wanted to duel Yugi always took them off him to put them in his deck. Meaning this was the last time he could look upon them for the day.
Just as he was thinking that, a sleepy Yugi came down the stairs decked out in blue leather pants and a black sleeveless shirt (think battle city when he didn't have his uniform on the night Bakura got his soul taken. He was so hot…)
He yawned, "Morning grandpa."
Smiling innocently, his grandpa stuck the cards in the box he used to hold his Blue Eyes in. "Morning Yugi," he blinked, "You're not wearing your puzzle?"
He shrugged, "Yami seemed to be thinking of something, I thought I'd give him some time alone."
'Wish you'd give me some time alone with your God cards…'
"Oh well I suppose that makes sense. Go eat breakfast then sweep outside."
Grudgingly Yugi went into the kitchen. Oh how he hated Saturday mornings, afternoons were better! Especially when anime came on tv… He always wondered how to him they always looked so realistic (1)
Later when Yugi was sweeping three people approached him. He yawned, "Can I help you?"
He didn't notice when one snuck up behind him. "Are you Yugi Motou?"
"That's me"
He fell into the stranger's arms, the second one nodded approvingly while the other lowered his fist. "Good. Let's go."
Upstairs the puzzle flashed dangerously while Yugi's grandpa went back to looking at the three God Cards
(1) maybe because you are one!
