Chapter 1: Who are You?
-----Earth- Year 3000 A.D.M. ----
"Kage magic… dispel," muttered a young boy. He sighed as he stared down at his hands. A small ball of black and purple light flicked once then twice before disappearing. A pair of crimson eyes showed only fatigue and sadness. Skin that was tanned but flawless, his handsome face crowned by a mass of unruly black hair. Its tips stained with red. Long blond bangs shaped of lightning crowned his face. He sighed flexing his wrist before looking up. A small suitcase in his lap, a backpack set by his feet.
Rain poured down, endlessly as the young man stared haphazardly out of the car window. The rain drops splashed the black limo endlessly. The rain water cascaded down from all sides. He pressed his nose against the limo and watched the serene scene that pass before him, taking it all in. The young man sighed. He was content that he was finally going home. After a year in Kyoto, he was happy to return to Domino again. Sure the training had paid off. He had gained more spiritual awareness, but he didn't like it. He didn't like his hidden talent, his family's secret. A secret that if got out could mean the end for them all. Besides he missed his friends, his family heck he even missed his obnoxious cousin.
The farms, the pastures passed by. The wide spread out fields, the land that farmers lived on. He liked that so peaceful. The young man sighed, watching the cows, grazing in the pastures, protecting their young, shielding them from the cold, and the never ending rain storm. He longed for all of that, someone to protect him, someone for him to protect. Sure, he had loving parents, but it wasn't enough. Sure his parents loved him, protected him, but it was not like that. He wanted someone, someone that needed him. Sure, it was a selfish wish, but that was all the young man longed for. As he watched the houses become less spread showing that they were soon entering the city… Domino.
The rhythmical beat of the rain swayed him to sleep, slowly his eyes drooped as he fell into slumber. The young man didn't know how long he had slept nor did he know where he was when he was unexpectedly awaken.
"Uh…" moaned the young man. His head was sore from the tissue box that had fallen on his head. He knew that by tomorrow. A nasty bump would form there.
"Atemu-sama," a voice called. The young man groaned before looking up. The black glass that had once separated him from the driver was no longer there… instead an ancient face appeared in its place.
"Hai, Wasu?" mumbled the young man.
"Uh…" The elder man's face paled as he tried to decide how to approach his young master with the situation.
"Speak up Wasu. I haven't got all day," snapped the young man… half befuddled…half annoyed from being awaken from his sleep.
"I… I suggest… we… we… go inspect the damage."
"Damage!" The young boy gasped… horrified… his parents weren't going to be too happy if they found out their favorite limo was damaged… limos… their love. They had a strange, unnatural bond with their limos. "Okaasan and Otousan aren't going to be happy, Wasu. You know how they feel about these limos."
"No, Atemu-san… that's not what I mean. Not to the car… to the casualty."
"Casualty? You killed somebody?" asked the young man. His eyes widened… never expecting something like this to happen.
"Ilie… at least I think not."
"Let's just hope your…your assumption isn't wrong… Wasu. I don't think my Otousan will be too happy… Wasu," snapped the young man. He sighed watching the old man got out of the car and pulled out an umbrella before opening his door. The young man sighed. He grabbed his leather jacket before exiting out of the car. He motioned for Wasu to show him… the victim. The old man merely glanced at the front of the car. The young man sighed, turning his head and cursing at Wasu's carelessness. There, lying next to the limo was a small body. It was merely a child. Atemu drew a breath.
His normally calm and collected crimson eyes flashed a sign of pure horror before leaning down. The umbrella still covered his head. He bent down next the small body. As if it was the most natural thing to do, he ran his tanned hand through the child's mass of hair. Caressing it gently before turning the child's face. His eyes flashed… stunned. The child, he was almost a chibi form of himself. His hair… his face… he was like a more innocent… him. His face… delicate… ivory white skin… smooth… flawless… covered in some dirt. It was mostly wet from the water he laid in. His hair, wet and damp from rain drops, drooped down his innocent, beautiful face.
His eyes were closed. Atemu gently, delicately as if afraid to break the child's face placed it under his chin… on his neck. A faint bump… bump could be heard. His hand loosened. He was glad that the child was still alive. Slowly he moved his hand to the child's face, stroking it. "Hey," he muttered. His voice muted by the incoming cars that hadn't stop, to busy to notice the damage. "Hey," he said again. This time a small moan left the child's lips… once again he moaned. His eyes flicked open once… then twice before revealing to Atemu the innocence of the set of big, amethyst eyes that radiated only innocence. "You okay?" asked Atemu.
A simple 'hai' left the child's lips… captivating Atemu… such beauty… like chimes. The boy moaned again as he tried to get up. Atemu watched in horror at the child's attempt before crashing to the cement ground again. "Hey! You shouldn't be moving kid. You were hurt really badly," coaxed Atemu. He glanced at Wasu before giving him a death stare.
"Ilie, it's okay. Really," muttered the boy. "It was nothing. I… I've been in the worse situation." He muttered. A small red crimson streak appeared under his eyes.
'Kawaii,' the only word that appeared in Atemu's mind. No… what am I thinking. I barely know this boy. He's probably only eight… ten at the oldest. Urg! This… this is wrong.
"What? What do you mean? You've been in worse situations?"
"Yuugi!" A distinct voice sounded. It was so far away in Atemu's mind. The young boy sighed. He was glad to be out of his predicament, glad that he didn't have to divulge into his life with this strange… yet caring boy. Yet he couldn't help be wonder… why did he even say that at first? Heck… this boy probably doesn't really care any ways… just pretending to care cause he had ran him over… but deep down… the young boy wished… this stranger… really did care.
"I… I got to go," muttered the boy. "That was my Ji-chan calling me."
"Yuugi!" The voice called again.
This time Atemu heard it as he helped the young boy up. "Game? That's your name?" The boy didn't answer… instead his glaze was down at the mess littered before them. Packages were littered around him. The boy sighed as he reached to pick on of the packages up before brushing it off. Atemu watched inattentively at the boy's actions…before bending down to pick on one. Upon the package in kankatana, the words 'Duel Monsters' was written then under it the English form.
"Duel Monsters? You play?"
"Hai… but these aren't mine… I was taking them back to my Ji-chan."
"Sumimasen."
"Oh… my Ji-chan owns a game shop. This was an order that just came in."
"Oh… but they're ruined," muttered Atemu as he picked up another booster pack. He wiped his hand across the package… smearing the dirt even more. "I know. I'll buy them from you."
"Nani!" The young boy's eyes widened… horrified at what Atemu just suggested.
"Yeah! I'll buy them from you. After all… it was my chauffeur that nearly ran you over. It's the least I can do. So how much?"
"Err… 2300 yen per package… there are 200 packages here," muttered the young boy. Atemu watched the boy's eyes light up as he calculated the amount. "So 460,000 yen," piped the boy
"Okay," said Atemu simply… shrugging his shoulders. "Check okay?"
"Hai."
Atemu simply reached into his jacket pulling out a checkbook… quickly he scribbled a brunch of words onto the paper before looking up. His cheeks were flaming red. "Uh… who do I make it out to?"
"Mutou Sugoroku."
"Ah." Atemu muttered finishing the check before handing it to the child.
"Arigatou," muttered the young boy. He pocketed the check before handing the box to Atemu. A small blush ran under the boy's huge amethyst eyes.
"Yuugi!" The same voice called.
"Coming Ji-chan," replied the boy. "Sayonara," muttered the boy before leaving Atemu and Wasu who had been quiet this whole time.
"Matte!" The words simply rolled off Atemu's lips before he could stop him. "What's your name… child?"
The young boy gave Atemu a death stare. The innocence momentarily lost. A spark of lightning broke in the sky… the young boy shuddered before speaking. "It's not child, and I'm not young. I'm juushichi. Mutou Yuugi," said the young man simply before turning… leaving an in awe Atemu… stunned that the child wasn't really a child… but someone of his own age.
"Atemu," called the boy simply… stopping Yuugi in tracked. He turned his face…staring into Atemu's deep crimson eyes.
"Sumimasen?" A look of utter confusion appeared on the boy's mud covered face… making him in Atemu's eyes pure kawaii.
"Watashi no namae Atemu desu," repeated the young man. The smile broke upon the boy's face. "Yuugi gomen ne."
A wide and almost teasing smile in Atemu's eyes appeared upon Yuugi lips. "Atemu ja ne."
"Yuugi ja ne," muttered Atemu. Under the pouring rain fall Atemu watched the young boy… not really that young disappear into the busy streets of Domino. A small sigh left his lips before picking up the box of duel monster cards and walked back to the limo. He simply dumped the box of cards next to his seat… not really caring for them much. He had only bought them for Yuugi. "Hai, Yuugi." He watched Wasu start up the limo again before speaking. "The money comes out of your salary Wasu.
"Hai Atemu-sama," muttered the aging man…knowing there would be consequences for his carelessness. At least this way, the master and mistress wouldn't know of this little accident. The young man didn't comment. Once again he gazed out of his window, watching the people walk under the rain… hurrying to their destination… not really caring about life… not really caring about anything… but where they should be. The hustle of the streets of Domino under this rainy day… he didn't know it till now… but he was glad to be home… again.
TBC
