Mastermind

Chapters 1/?

Summary:

Returning to Domino after a mysterious text from a friend with little explanation other than "return quickly" had been jarring. What do you do when you are offered a second chance with the one you thought you'd never see again? Even if it means confronting things you never admitted to yourself and the other made a hefty price to return? YYxY. Slow burn. This will be puzzleshipping. Shounen ai.

Wow, I've returned to my first ever fandom. I have not written anything for YGO since 2013 so it's been a while. So bear with me!

A few things to note: updates will be slow due to my work schedule and my health. I have good days and bad days pain wise.

Warnings and summary are up to change as this story progresses.

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Rain pounded heavily on the busy streets of Domino, people running to seek shelter from the offending rain drops while others were smart enough to have an umbrella. Lightning struck in the distance, making the darkened sky illuminate briefly, outlining the worn sign of the long ago closed Turtle Game Shop.

The building still stood in all of its green and yellow glory, just an empty hull of its past. A set of lights lit up the street, illuminating the darkened storefront, a worn taxi cab stopped in front of the worn down building.

The driver put the car in park and turned his attention to his passenger in the backseat and asked, "Are you sure this is where you want to be dropped off, sir? This place hasn't been in business in years."

The man in question offered a small smile, brushing a hand through his unruly spiky hair. "Yes, this is the place. Thanks for the concern but this is my stop."

With that said, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few bills and handed it to the driver before stepping out of the cab, taking his one lone bag with him.

The driver thanked him and drove off, leaving him to stare at the old game shop. Pulling the bag strap over his shoulder. He walked toward the shop, and sighed heavily. "Looks like I'm home."

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Returning to Domino had not been in his plans. Leaving his past behind had been for the best. After all, he had nothing to keep him here.

Grandpa had passed and Jou had left. This left Yuugi with a need for a fresh start. Nothing was ever the same after he lost his other self anyway.

"Don't go down that hole again," he muttered darkly. It had taken way too long to get himself to feel whole again after that episode of his life ended.

Spiraling would do little for his sanity. As he aged he learned that most people didn't pay as much attention to him. He was very pleased with this. All of the attention he gained as the king of games had been unnerving.

At the age of 32, Yuugi Mutou was relatively quiet and kept to himself. Gone were the tight leather outfits and leather chokers and leather heeled boots and chains. Now he stood at a mere 5'3" on a good day in his trainers and jeans and graphic tees. His hair was remotely the same. The only major change was the addition of a simple pair of clear-plastic framed glasses perched on his nose. He looked like a typical geeky guy.

Sighing to himself, he took a look around his dusty childhood home, shaking his head. He really had his work cut out for him. It would take time to clean this all up and sort it all out. At the moment he was tired. He really wanted a drink and a shower.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, thumbing across the touch screen to read his texts. Finding the name he was interested in, he opened it up, reading over the message.

"He better have had a good reason to drag me back here."

Yuugi typed the message into the chat:

I've made it back to Domino. I'm at my old place. You want to meet me here and tell me what was so important you couldn't tell me over text or the phone?

Satisfied with his message, he tapped the send button and waited for a response.

For the time being, he wanted to see if he could take a hot shower. His body was aching all over. Traveling did not suit him at all.

Standing up and stretching his body, wincing at the cracks he heard from his back he decided to head up to the bathroom, only to stop at the sound of his phone's text alert.

Raising a brow, he picked up the device and looked at the message, a scowl crossing over his features.

"Seriously? What is with all the smoke and mirrors? This is stupid."

The message read:

No, come to the museum. I'm stuck here. I can't come to you. Please get here soon. I can't say anything else over text. Tell me when you're on your way, Yuugi.

Growling in frustration, Yuugi texted he'd be there after he showered. He was tired and had been flying all day long. Why this couldn't wait until tomorrow was beyond him.

For now, he headed to the bathroom, dreading the meeting at the museum. He hated that place more than anything. It ruined his life.

What more could it do now?