Disclaimer. Yu-Gi-Oh! does not belong to me. It belongs to Kazuki Takahashi and crew.
Jonouchi was eagerly watching a duel between two professional players when Honda nudged him. "Oi. I've been wondering about something...Yugi over there looks a little stressed. Let's go cheer him up. It is pretty busy in here. Maybe he got cold feet."
Jonouchi tore his gaze away from the duel. "Hm. Okay."
He left, Honda leading the way towards where Yami and Anzu were in some meaningless corner, glancing around nervously. Jonouchi put a big smile on his face, running up to Yami. "Hey! Why the long faces?"
'Yugi' turned, staring at them. Anzu greeted the blonde.
"There was just this wierd guy that was stalking Yugi. Don't worry though, he's gone."
Honda turned to look at Yami. "Did you get his name?"
Yami frowned. "Yes. He called himself Bakura. And he doesn't seem to like me very much."
/Why do you think he hates you?/
Yami blinked, surprised. Until now, Yugi had kept silent. /I honestly don't know. But I Do know one thing. He knows something about me that I don't./
Yami could sense Yugi worrying. /Let's try not to thing about it much. We'll have lots of time to talk about it later. In the meantime, why don't you go back to hanging out with your friends?/
Yugi sighed, clearly unsatisfied. /Okay Nissan./
They switched, Yugi stumbling a bit as he got used to being solid again.
Anzu steadied him. "Woah. Are you alright?" Yugi managed a small smile, blushing a bit. "Yeah. I guess it's just headrush...that's all."
There was a twinge of amusement and guilt somewhere in his mind. /Sorry./
Yugi shrugged. /I'll get used to it. Eventually.../
A ding sounded through the air. "Kaiba Corporation will be closing in a few minutes. Don't forget anything on your way out as we are not responsible for lost valuables."
Yugi turned towards the doors, feeling depressed.
"I think I'll walk home alone today." He announced.
Jonouchi gawked at him. "What're you saying? No. We'll come with you!"
Yugi glanced back. "Alright." He agreed. He went to go meet up with his Grandfather, who looked troubled. But he forcefully smoothed it out with a smile as he saw his grandson approaching him.
"Did you have fun?"
Yugi shook his head, a dejected expression on his face. "No. Can we just go home now?" Sugouroku took the hint and led the way out, Anzu and the boys right behind him.
Bakura watched from a distance, a twisted grin on his face.
When they finally reached the house, Yugi's friends waved goodbye and headed off in their own directions. Sugouroku opened the door, going in. Yugi followed, shutting the door behind him. The click was loud in the still air.
Yugi glanced at the canvas he had left by the door. He picked it up and trudged upstairs, completely ignoring his grandpa or his mother that was sitting at the table. He shut his bedroom door then sat on his bed, staring at the blank canvas.
Yami projected himself against a wall, observing Yugi with studious eyes. Yugi got up, placing the canvas on the stand. He pulled out the paints that he had left in his pocket. Surprisingly, they were the colors he needed.
Dipping the paintbrush in the silver gray paint, he started on the face of his art idea. Harsh black formed the cruel smirking eyes, while the brown pupils stared hungrily out at the world.
Small fangs flashed from a plotting mouth, and long tangled silver gray hair lashed out around the face, before flowing to the back. A purple aura rose angrily from the person into a bloody sky. Stars were painted to look like they were bleeding, and a bronze sun hung low in the sky.
The person's arms were outstretched, grasping greedily at the air.
With one final stroke of the paintbrush, the painting was completed.
Yami was amazed. The painting was clearly done based on emotions and an encounter with the man in the painting. "Bakura..." He whispered.
Yugi glanced over his shoulder at the spirit, before dropping the paintbrush to a little cup next to the canvas stand. He turned around, gazing at Yami with a fierce expression. /We need to talk...Nissan./
Yami stood up straight, crossing his arms. /What about?/
Yugi pointed at the painting. /Nissan. That person is evil. He wants to kill you./
Yami gaped at the unsettling sight of Yugi pointing at the painting, eyes blank, saying over and over that Bakura wanted to kill him. "Nissan. He wants to kill you. Run Nissan, before he catches you."
Yami grasped Yugi's shoulders, shaking them. "Snap out of it! Yugi!" Yugi gasped, looking as if he'd been slapped in the face. Then he promptly passed out.
Yami uttered a small shout, shocked. He knelt by Yugi, shaking him. /Wake up! What's wrong?/
Not a sound came from the teen's mouth, but a crow cawed outside, it's raspy voice spelling doom.