"There." Ryou pointed at a plain white house.
The building didn't look shabby, but it gave him the creeps. Couldn't strangers live in ginger bread houses made of candy? Then an evil witch would come out and eat them. Never mind.
The two made their way toward the tall white house. Yugi was shivering slightly, an ominous cold chilling him. Yugi's digital watch beeped five times, causing the both of them to jump. They laughed uneasily. As they walked up the stone steps, Ryou felt a sudden breeze. A cold breeze. He looked around, confused. The wind shouldn't have been blowing, as it was a hot day. That was certainly odd.
Yugi poked the doorbell, Ryou humming along with the familiar tune it played. The two waited, but nobody came. Yugi expected this, and reached for the gold, old-fashioned doorknob. To his surprise, it opened.
"C'mon." Yugi whispered. He didn't know what danger was on the other side and did not want to make his presence known. Ryou nodded and followed Yugi inside. To their right was a giant oak staircase and facing them was an old grandfather clock. Yugi raised his eyebrows at this. It was the wrong time, the clock reading 12:00.
Both of them took in the view and began to walk deeper inside the house. Behind the grandfather clock was a narrow hallway, squishing Yugi and Ryou in the tiny space. This was very awkward. Slowly, they moved into a big kitchen, an ugly lime green paint splattered on the wall. Cherry Oakwood cabinets lined the walls and the counter tops were neatly polished. Everything seemed so...neat. Nothing was on the floor, everything was organized, and everything was put in a specific space.
To their right was a living room, a nice cherry blossom pink coat covering the walls. A simple floral pattern was stitched into the fibers of the couch and the carpet was a deep green wash. Ryou eyed the fifty-two inch flat screen television before glancing back at Yugi. "Yugi, nothing seems to be wrong…" he trailed off, puzzled at Yugi's shocked appearance. "Are you okay?"
Yugi shook his head back and forth in a quick snapping motion. Ryou tilted his head, confused about his friend's actions. He followed Yugi's pointed finger to the carpet. Right in front of them was a dead man. Ryou flinched and gasped at the sight. The man's eyes were wide, a grey murky glassed look spread over them. Blood covered the bulk of his stomach. The most peculiar sight of this was the object that killed him. It wasn't a bullet or knife- it was an arrow.
Yugi began to hyperventilate and Ryou began to sweat. Was this Atem's father?
Ryou didn't want Yugi to pass out, so he tugged on the smaller boy's sleeve. "We sh-should get going." Yugi stumbled after him and was glad he was out of the living room. His mind began to clear of the smell, he hated blood.
They got back to the kitchen and took a few minutes to collect themselves.
"I'm going to check upstairs for Atem." Ryou told Yugi. Yugi just nodded. As the white-haired boy walked out of the room, Yugi peered around the kitchen, making sure there were no dead bodies in this room as well. He opened up a few cabinets and checked under the table. So far so good. As he turned towards the kitchen sink, he heard footsteps behind him; he didn't turn around since he guessed it was Ryou returning to tell him if anything was upstairs.
So Yugi jumped when a harsh voice totally unlike Ryou's said, "Now, now, now...how did you manage to escape?"