Life Starts Now
Chapter 1.) Ugly Fangirls
When Yuugi heard his grandfather yell to him, he was hiding under the covers, organizing his dueling deck. Sugoroku had forbidden him to work on it while he was sick, so he had tried to hide it.
This turned out to be a problem as, when Yuugi jumped up to do just as his grandfather said, his foot tangled in the blanket and he crashed to the floor.
"Yuugi. Your grandfather sounded panicked. Do you think it's fangirls again?"
Yuugi ignored his dark in favour of pulling his foot free. Just as he stood up, the door slammed open and hit against the wall. There was silence for a moment before the masked male and Yuugi's dark- respectively- simultaneously said, "That was easier than I expected" and "Those are the ugliest fangirls I have ever had the misfortune of seeing."
"Mou Hitori no Boku, focus!" Yuugi thought back. As the masked figures started forwards, Yuugi quickly moved and darted between them, raced through the open door and then down the hall leading towards the stairs. He yelped as the male leaped and tried to grab him, and ran faster.
"Stand still, you pint-sized pest!" The masked man yelled without thinking in broken Japanese.
As Yuugi slid past the stairs, the masked man finally caught up with him and grabbed him, bring him down the stairs, kicking and screaming.
The Russian, masked man nearly doubled over as he was kicked in the stomach, but after years of work as a mercenary, he had trained his reflexes. Still, the kick hurt, and Yuugi's piercing shrieks were making his head throb. Just two of the many reasons he hated kids.
While the Russian man and his apprentice had been taking care of Yuugi, Argost had somehow managed to find a chair and was now delicately perched on it, drinking from a cup of tea that had been made by Munya, in some unknown fashion. He and his man/spider-servant were unfazed by the fact that Sugoroku Mutou was now lying, unconscious on the floor and that Van Rook was now half dragging, half carrying a midget with gravity defying hair down the stairs.
"Young Mr. Mutou," Argost said. "I would recommend not fighting, if you know what is best for your grandfather." Yuugi froze, eyes widening piteously, and did just that. Argost's smirk grew larger. "Good boy. Van Rook, please take him to the holding room."
Van Rook looked suspiciously at Argost before leaving the room, his apprentice, Abby following close behind.
"Oh, Mr. Sugoroku Mutou," Argost began with almost an air of sadness. "You should have just let me see your grandson. Then I might have allowed you to say goodbye."
Argost's insane cackles broke the silence of the night with a sense of fear never felt outside a Shadow Game in Domino City.
A certain white-haired spirit who happened to be a key player in the Shadow Games certainly felt the atmosphere, but was not quite sure what caused such a feeling. His eyes narrowed as he pondered the ways to discover it. He finally decided on asking the Pharaoh the next day, pretending to be his host.
CZR: Yay something happened. Also, YES lasagna for dinner!
Zak: The Secret Saturdays belongs to Jay Stephens, and Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to Kazuki Takahashi. It's just that simple.
CZR: *Opens mouth*
Zak: If you say one word, I will set... Fiskerton on you!
CZR: *Closes mouth and raises eyebrow*
Fisk: Poonat benngmets edasess!
Zak: Sorry, Fisk, I couldn't think!
CZR: Well, it worked. I don't want to be anywhere near you now. You are an embarrassment, Zak!