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The Ghost of Yami Atem

Chapter 3

Grandpa yawned as he made his way down the stairs to start the daily ritual of getting Yugi ready for school. Stepping into the living room, he stopped mid-stretch when he noticed a little foot hanging off the top of the couch. He went around the chair to see who was there, and wasn't at all surprised when he saw the child sleeping on the couch.

Yugi.

Yugi was sleeping on the couch, his arms and legs sprawled in all directions. Bending down when he spotted something on the floor, Grandpa retrieved the bowl with signs on dark brown layering the edges.

"Ice-cream..." he trailed off, rolling his eyes and smiling.

He shook Yugi to wake him up, and Yugi in turn mumbled incoherently as his eyes slowly opened. Groggy as he sat up, he looked around, finally remembering where he was, and stilling when he saw who was standing in front of him.

"Good morning Grandpa," he said with a cheeky smile on his face. Grandpa grabbed his arm and he lifted the boy off the chair.

"Again with the ice-cream, Yugi?" he asked, showing Yugi the bowl.

Yugi stared at it, then hurriedly got up. "Oh, would you look at the time, I guess I gotta get ready to go to school… Bye!" he quickly said, and he rushed away from Grandpa and ran up the stairs to get dressed.

Grandpa shook his head as he watched the boy scurry up the oak stairs before heading into the kitchen to get started on breakfast.

Half an hour later Yugi sat at the table and was finishing up his breakfast. Leaving his plate, he hopped off the chair and grabbed his lunch bag that was laying on the table, and took his backpack from the chair and put it on. Getting everything, he waved a goodbye to Grandpa as he walked out the door. Yugi's school wasn't quite far, so Grandpa didn't have to worry about him getting there safely since a lot of other kids passed by to go to the same school.

As Yugi disappeared from sight and mingled with the other students as he walked, Grandpa turned to go back inside only to come face-to-face with Randy who was staring at him. Surprised, Grandpa jumped back in fright.

"Hey, start sweeping this place again, there's leaves here," he said quickly after regaining his cool before going back into the house to start cleaning, leaving Randy to do his job.

As the door closed in behind Grandpa, Randy started his sweeping.

After a while, Randy finished, and he stood back and smiled to himself at the job well done. But, as he turned around to head back inside to announce his completed chore, he stopped suddenly when he saw that the porch was covered with leaves once again.

"Must have been the wind," he groaned softly to himself, and disheartened he started his cleaning all over again.

As he swept, Randy noticed something that made his skin tingle with fear. As he was sweeping, the leaves weren't moving. They were floating into the air before slowly falling back down. He stared, shocked by what he saw. Shaking his head and blinking furiously, he moved his broom again, and the same thing happened. He began to sweep wildly, and he stared in horror as the leaves flew around with him as well! He then stopped abruptly, freezing, and just stared at the leaves. The leaves too froze in midair, and then fell back to the ground as if they had never moved at all. Just as Randy started to sweep again, the leaves flew up once more, but this time they formed words. It was a word, to be exact, that proceeded to scare the living hell out of him.

BOO.

Randy screamed bloody murder and dashed inside the house, freaking out as he screamed, "Ghosts! Ghosts!"

Inside the house though Grandpa was unpacking things from boxes that were scattered all across the living room. He reached down and pulled out an antique vase and carefully proceeded to set it on a small stand next to the couch. As he stood back and admired it, wondering if it looks good there or not, he was scared once more when Randy ran into the house screaming his head off.

"S-s-sir! G-g-ghost!" Randy yelled, rushing in and heading straight towards Grandpa, and the vase.

"Hey! Watch out!" Grandpa exclaimed, moving in front of the panicked man to separate him from his priceless case.

Randy was still running straight towards him and didn't stop. Instead, he slipped and slid on the floor, sliding straight towards the stand where the vase rested.

Grandpa jumped out of the way, watching as Randy barely stopped in time, touching the stand which caused it to shake. Randy stared in fear, and Grandpa did the same. They watched the wobbling vase in suspense, neither wanting it to fall.

Then, to their relief, the vase stopped.

Grandpa and Randy sighed deeply, finally able to let out a breath.

Then unknown to them, a small, ghostly finger moved sideways, directing it towards the vase. With that movement, the vase tipped sideways and fell to the ground, shattering into a million tiny pieces.

Grandpa and Randy stared at the broken vase, their relief replaced with a dumbfounded look. Randy dared to take a look at Grandpa, and frowned instantly when he saw the furious look directed towards him.

"GET OUT!" Grandpa yelled, scaring Randy who then started to run around the living room as Grandpa grabbed a broom and chased him out of the house.

"Sir I'm so sorry! But the ghost, I'm telling y-"

"There are no GHOSTS! And you, are, FIRED!" Grandpa shrieked.

Randy covered his ears as he ran out the doors and past the gates to get away from the angry man as fast and far as possible.

Grandpa huffed and turned back to stare forlornly at the broken vase on the floor. Giving a depressed sigh himself, he slinked away to get the dustpan.

As Grandpa walked into the kitchen to get the dustpan, unbeknownst to him loud laughter erupted throughout the house. The 'person' who caused it was rolling on the floor in amusement, his crimson eyes sparkling with glee.

Grandpa doesn't hear a thing.

"Grandpa! I'm home!" Yugi called, shutting the door with his leg as he dumped his bag on the small, round table in the middle of the living room. It was the afternoon now and classes were finally over for the day.

Walking over to the dining table, Yugi pulled out his homework and emptied his lunch-bag before finally sitting down. Just as he picked up his pencil to get started, a complaining voice caused him to look up and stare curiously.

"This place, I'm sick and tired of it! It's so big and I forgot why I even got it!" Grandpa huffed, stomping up to Yugi and started to clean the imaginary dust on the already cleaned table.

"That crazy nut that wanted to help broke my antique vase! And he didn't do anything than cause a big mess!" Grandpa continued to rant angrily.

Yugi listened to his Grandpa complain, and winced at times when his guardian slammed something down on the table. Thankfully he was done ranting because he soon left to go into the other room, and quickly Yugi packed up his stuff before Grandpa came back.

"Later Grandpa!" he said as he ran up the stairs, then slammed his bedroom door shut.

As he flopped down on his bed, Yugi smirked to himself as he went through the plans that he had come up with during class. It was his first day of school, but everything he had learned went right over his head. He had more important things to think about. Things like the ghost that's living in his house.

Downstairs, sitting in the dark late that night, Yugi laid on the couch silent and stared at the ceiling.

"I know you're here, so you might as well come out," Yugi whispered loudly. He heard nothing, and then let out a deep sigh when the silence greeted him.

"I saw you last night. Come on! I won't hurt you!" Yugi pleaded, now sitting up as he looked around.

He saw nothing once again.

"Fine, you can hide as long as you want, but I'm staying right here!" Yugi yelled out. He then slumped down on the couch, yawning tiredly.

Around two hours had passed and Yugi still didn't see the ghost anywhere. His eyes started to close and he began to feel drowsy, and before he knew it he was out like a light. While he was getting some shut eye, a figure moved around the dark. His footsteps were soundless as he walked up to the couch where Yugi laid, staring at the half asleep child as his eyes glowed in the dark with an unreadable expression on his face.

Feeling someone staring at him, Yugi snapped his eyes wide open and gaped at the figure above him. He laid shocked for a few seconds before jumping up, facing the ghost.

"I knew I wasn't crazy!" Yugi exclaimed, staring at the ghost who took a step back from the child as if he too was surprised.

Yugi then covered his mouth, hoping that he didn't wake anyone up. He turned back towards the ghost in front of him.

"Why did you take the ice-cream bowl last night? You made me look like an idiot," Yugi said, pouting as he crossed his arms.

The ghost was silent.

Yugi then stood up on the chair, trying to get to the same height at the ghost in front of him who stood on the other side of the couch.

"Are you really a ghost?" Yugi asked, his eyes wide.

Still, no response from the ghost.

"Oh, so you don't talk much, huh," Yugi stated, looking curiously at the see-through figure.

"Please say something. I know you can talk!" Yugi cried, fuming as he waited impatiently for an answer from the ghost. He was standing right there, and wasn't saying anything!

Though after his last comment a reply came faster than he could blink.

"Will you be quiet?" the ghost exclaimed angrily. "And yes, I am a ghost, and this is my house, and you better be quiet or I'll rip you to pieces!" he shouted, moving to the other side of the couch to stand right in front of Yugi.

Yugi was taken aback at the outburst, but that didn't break his determination to speak with the supernatural being.

"But Grandpa says that ghosts don't exist," Yugi then said, crossing his arms. "So, you can't be a ghost!"

"Yes I am! And you and your 'grandpa' better leave. No one lives here. No one is allowed to live here. This is my house!" the ghost yelled.

"NO!" Yugi shouted, glaring at the ghost. "This is my house! Grandpa and I now live here so why don't you leave?!"

The ghost was silent and his eyes were wide as he stared at the child in front of him.

"My name is Yugi by the way," Yugi said suddenly.

"I know," the ghost whispered, confused by the child's randomness.

"You know my name, now tell me yours," Yugi said, giving the ghost a small smile, but the ghost just snarled at him. Yugi seemed to have not noticed, because if he did see it he was just ignoring it.

"Tell me!" Yugi cried out, and the ghost answered.

"My name is Yami, and you're supposed to be leaving now. Why are you still here?! Aren't you afraid?!" Yami exclaimed, now frustrated at the unfazed child.

"SH! Grandpa is still sleeping," Yugi warned, a finger to his lips.

"Aren't you scared of me?" Yami asked.

"Nope!" Yugi replied with a smile on his face. Yawning as he then stretched, he glanced up to look at the ghost.

"So you're real, and I'm not crazy. I'm satisfied now," he said softly, giving another yawn. "I'm tired. Goodnight Yami." And just like that he ended his conversation, jumped off the couch and began to make his way up the stairs and to his bedroom.

Yami however was left at that spot, surprised by the brave child as several things ran through his head. How come he wasn't afraid? Everyone is afraid of ghosts, right? No matter. He had to teach that kid a lesson about disobeying him. He smirked as the perfect plan came to his mind.

"No one messes with me and gets away with it," Yami declared before then disappearing like the wind.

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