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YuGiOh: Eye of Fire

Chapter 2: Saturday's Come Again

"Mother?"

"Yes, Gold?" Gold's mother, Diamond, turned to face her young son.

"Well, all the older kids are talking about getting their marks. Most are really excited, but some are really scared of it. What makes this mark so important?"

Diamond laughed. "They're excited to get their marks because it's a sign of maturity. It appears at midnight, on kids who are around twelve to sixteen years old. If you have your mark, you're considered old enough to do certain things that kids your age can't do."

"But what about the ones who are scared?"

"Well, they're afraid of the change."

"What change?"

"Before you get your mark, you can literally change your entire appearance. You can disguise yourself as anyone else on Earth. But after you get your mark, you change back into your natural appearance and stay that way. You can't change a single thing anymore, like if you try to dye your hair, the dye'll disintegrate."

"But why would anyone want to change what they look like?" The child asked, his wide blue eyes brimming with questions.

"It doesn't just change you back to your normal appearance, it changes your personality. Like, if you changed your personality to someone who could lie easily and stays cool under pressure, the mark could change you into someone who panics under pressure, and they'll have to stay that way for the rest of their lives. Maybe that's why they're scared."

Yugi stared at his grandfather, his eyes wider than they ever have been in his entire life.

"M-My mark?" He cried. "Why now? This is the worst possible time for it to come!"

"Don't worry Yugi, we'll think of something," Solomon Moto said, putting his hand on his grandson's shoulder for reassurance.

"But it appears at midnight! One day I'll wake up, and Gold'll be there instead of me!"

"Who's Gold?" Yugi slowly turned to face Yami, who was still in the doorway. Yami closed the door behind him and hung up his coat before sitting at the dining table.

"Uh, an old friend," Yugi lied. "I left him when I moved to Domino." Yami nodded, but Yugi could see the suspicion behind the thick layer of satisfaction in his eyes. Yami could tell that Yugi didn't like to talk about his past, so he didn't push Yugi whenever it came up, but it didn't do anything to stop his curiosity from building. It wouldn't be long before Yami's curiosity got the best of him, and he would push Yugi to tell him everything.

We don't have much time, Yugi thought. I'm glad we refer to Gold as if he was a separate person. Just in case someone got suspicious, Yugi and his Grandpa started referring to Yugi's past self as if he was another person entirely. He was glad for it now, because it bought them a little more time before Yami was pushed to the brink.

(Yami - One Week Later)

"Hey guys, have you noticed Yugi's behavior?" Yami asked as they walked along Main Street. People rushed about, trying to reach their destination on time.

"Waddaya mean?" Joey asked.

"Well, he's kinda been acting weird," Tristan responded.

"He's been acting like that all week," Tea muttered, worry lacing her voice.

"Well, it's almost nine anyway," Joey said. "It's about time we head for dat forest." He noticed his friends' confused looks. "Did ya guys seriously forget dat forest dude?" Tristan started rubbing the back of his neck in embarassment.

"Should we grab a bus or something?" Tea asked.

"I believe we should," Yami said.

"I got the change!" Joey cried. Tristan and Tea stared in amazement.

"You're paying?" Tea inquired.

"Oh my god, it's the apocalypse!" Tristan shouted.

"Hello!" Yami shouted.

"Hey dude! You there?" Tristan yelled. "It's us! From last week! We came, just like we promised!"

"I can see that," A small figure, a bit smaller than Yami, (about the size of Yugi, actually) walked slowly out of the shadows of the deep forest. Tea shuddered slightly from beside Yami. The figure's outfit was like that of someone from Domino, but his black-and-gold hair was ruffled and messed up. One of his eyes was a gleaming sapphire, while the other was an innocent amethyst, much like Yugi's. His voice sounded exactly like Yami's. Like Yami, his stance was confident, but weary, as if he was ready to lash out at any moment. And, judging by last week's events, he prabably would. "Hello again, Citians."

"Citians?" Tea asked.

"People from the City," The forest boy clarified.

"You dress like you live in Domino," Joey observed. The figure shrugged.

"You'd be surprised if you knew how much Citians leave behind," He said simply.

"Hey, could you teach us some of those moves you used on us last week?" Tristan asked.

"Yeah, dat'd be awesome!" Joey cried. The stranger laughed.

"Okay, sure!" His stance quickly changed into a fighting stance. "Okay, one of the most important thing to remember is to keep your stance. Back arched, fists up, Knees bent. Yes, like that!" He added once Joey and Tristan assumed the stance. Tea rolled her eyes and Yami chuckled in amusement. Still, he watched. He didn't get involved, of course, but he still paid attention. It was impossible to tell if and when he would ever need it, so he watched, just in case.

"Okay, now try to jump..."

"Fix your stance, blonde!"

"You can swing harder than that, brunette!"

"Remember! Swing for offense, and block for defense. Not the other way around, brunette!"

"Blonde, that's not an uppercut! That's a pitiful excuse! Swing like you mean it!"

Yami chuckled and Tea laughed when Joey and Tristan fell on the ground in exhaustion. The boy had ended training with a practice battle, and (of course) he had won. Once again, Tristan and Joey were crushed.

"Man, how do you move so fast?" Tristan asked, rubbing his head. The boy laughed.

"Yeah, it's surreal!" Joey muttered.

"When did you learn that word?" Tristan asked, staring at Joey.

"Looked it up when I saw it in a book we had to read for school," He replied. Tristan gaped and shouted.

"JOEY! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! THE APOCALYPSE IS COMING, AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" The boy smiled warmly, but his eyes shone with- Yami noted with shock- with friendly affection. As if the bot had been friends with them for a long time. All of a sudden, the boy turned and walked right up to the forest edge. He spoke, but didn't turn to look at them.

"Well, I must go now, I've stayed longer than I thought I would. But I trust you, so I shall give you my name. You may call me Sapphire."

And Sapphire was gone, just like that.

(Yugi)

Yugi watched from the cover of thick leaves as his friends left the clearing. He stayed for a few minutes after his friends had gone, thinking about how easily he had suddenly changed his personality once more. He remembered how easy it was to change Gold's personality to that of a shy, peaceful, innocent personality. And he had changed his personality again, this time to a mysterious, weary, mentor-ish personality, not unlike Yami's. His mother had been right- it was really easy to change who he was.

But with the knowledge of the appearance of his mark right around the corner, he knew it wouldn't be long until he was permanantly forced into his natural self. And Yami would freak. And so would everyone else. He had lied about himself, and Gold was a completely different person from Yugi. He needed something to take his mind off of his worries.

He applied the hair dye he had brought, reattached his violet contact, changed his clothing, and junped out of the tree. "Sapphire" had been left behind, and Yugi was walking back to Domino. The trail beneath his sneakers quickly changed to a concrete sidewalk, and he waited a bus stop just inside the Domino City border for ten minutes.

Once inside the bus, he gave the driver a few coins and took a seat in the back, his eyes watching the city flash by through the window, but his mind somewhere else. He got off the bus at a stop a few blocks away from the Game Shop, and walked the rest of the way, finding his friends were engaged in consersation around the counter.

"Hey, Yugi!" Tea greeted. "Where have you been?"

"I woke up, and you guys had already left, so I was looking for you," He lied.

"Hey guys, wanna go to the arcade?" Tristan asked.

"Yeah!" Joey shouted, fist-pumping the air.

"Let's go!" Yugi said cheerfully.

The arcade worked beautifully. All the competitions, trying to beat high scores (both others' and your own), and listening to Joey rambling about being beaten again or listening to his cheers when he won, sure took his mind off his troubles. He forgot all about them in the first ten minutes. They returned home at eight, and Solomon served them all dinner before the others left.

"Well, I'm pretty tired," Yugi murmured, yawning.

"What, did all of our compititions finally tire you out?" Yami teased.

"As a matter of fact, yes. I'm going to bed now, g'night." Yugi walked- okay, stumbled- up the stairs to his room and fell onto his bed, instantly falling into the black emptyness of sleep.

"Who..." The voice seemed so far off in the never-ending blackness, but Yugi didn't want it right now. He wanted to sleep a bit longer.

"No...go 'way..." He mumbled.

"What have you..."

"I said go 'way..." Yugi grumbled. He was getting sick of this.

"Tell me- !"

"LET ME SLEEP, DARN IT!" He shouted, the sleep knocked right out of him, and threw a pillow at the one who annoyed him. To his and the other's surprise, the pillow slammed right into none other than Yami.

Yami angrily threw the pillow off of himself and glared at Yugi, his eyes brimming with hate. "WHO ARE YOU, AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YUGI!" He screamed. Yugi almost replied, "I'm right here, idiot!" But held his tongue and looked down at the back of his hand. To his shock, a very detailed pheonix decorated the back of his right hand, like a tatoo. He stared, his eyes widening with realization. That was his mark.

There was no more Yugi Moto.

There was only Gold of Irena.