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The Ghost of Yami Atem

Chapter 5

The sun rose slowly while people inside the home began to wake up and prepare for the new day that had inevitably arrived.

Grandpa yawned as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Blinking tiredly as he looked around his surroundings, he pushed the covers off of himself and went to the bathroom to wash up. He brushed his teeth, showered, and then changed into his regular outfit. A green overalls, an orange headband to tame his wild, grey hair, and a yellow shirt under his overalls. With white socks on, he made his way downstairs, still a bit groggy. Oh well, things had to get done.

As he made his way down the stairs, his eyes shot open and he stopped midway on the stairs, staring at the house with surprise. It was spotless. Everything was in order, and absolutely clean. There were no leaves or dust or boxes of stuff anywhere and everywhere. His furniture was cleaned up, and everything just looked so great.

Grandpa scratched his head. "How…"

His eyes then fell upon the figure sitting at the base of the front door.

Randy.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Grandpa asked a bit harshly, and he watched with amusement as Randy scurried to his feet as he saw him walk towards him.

"S-sir, I'm just going to say it. I'm sorry about yesterday and I just want to make it up to you, so I c-came early to help you with any and all chores. I promise, I won't break anything else."

Grandpa stood before him with crossed arms, and Randy stood there looking terrified. Was the old man going to forgive him, or beat him up again? Oh well, it was nice when it lasted.

Grandpa shook his head sadly, a smiling gracing his lips as he walked up to the former worker. Randy took steps back as the man came closer, and flinched when the man stopped.

"Randy, I know what you did, and because of that I cannot let you go just like that."

Randy pressed himself against the banner when Grandpa spoke, and stared with worry when Grandpa reached into his pockets.

"Wh-What do you mean, sir?" he asked, but Grandpa didn't reply. All he did was sift through his pocket, and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. Randy stared, shocked as Grandpa gave it to him.

"Thanks for coming in and cleaning everything up," Grandpa said, and Randy cautiously took the money. Not sure as to what the old man was going on about, Randy took a peek in the house and his eyes widened to see it all clean. He took a look at the hundred in his eyes, smiling face of crazy old man, and his good luck. A win-win situation, right? Can't throw that away.

Randy smiled, wiping the confusion off his face and grinning up at Grandpa.

"Just wanted to apologise sir. Took a lot of hard work, but I did it." Randy smiled brightly as Grandpa patted him on the back and invited him in. He had no idea what happened, but Randy's just glad it did.

Yugi trudged home, wincing as he remembered the horrible day he had at school. He wouldn't really say that he was getting bullied. People annoying him wasn't bullying, they were just annoying him constantly, and it was one of the things that stressed him out. Ugh! If he could show those know-it-alls just one time…

Pushing the gates open, he made his way up to the front door. As soon as he entered he dropped his bag on the ground, still holding the straps though, and dragged the bag up to his bedroom. As soon as he got there, he flopped face down on to his bed with a low moan. He was dying of heat!

"Yugi? Are you okay?" Grandpa asked, opening the door slightly as he peeked in.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just really tired," Yugi said slowly.

"Are you sure you aren't sick?" Grandpa asked, stepping in. "You came in so quietly."

"No, I'm fine," he said again, sitting up in bed and pushing his blond bangs out of his sweaty face.

"Okay," Grandpa said again, using his handkerchief to wipe Yugi's face like a mother would. "If you're sure."

"Why don't you take a quick bath and come down for a snack, huh? Maybe that'll wake you up a bit," Grandpa then suggested.

"Okay, I'll be down soon," Yugi said a bit more cheery. A shower did sound like a great idea. He watched as Grandpa nodded before turning around to leave the room.

Yugi sighed as he got up and began to head for the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and his clothes as he goes out of his bedroom. There was no bathroom in his room, so he had to use the bathroom that was just down the hall.

Humming softly, a random tune that popped into his head, Yugi glanced around the house. Everything was so strange. He still hadn't gotten use to everything, and maybe that's why he noticed a door that he had never seen before. He stopped, staring at it. It looked, strange, just hidden away at the end of the hall. It even looked untouched. He looked behind him to try to see his Grandpa to ask about it, but his Grandpa was nowhere in sight. Since he didn't see him, Yugi decided to investigate it for himself.

Setting his hand on the cold metal, he turned the knob. It was stiff, but it opened, creaking as it did so. He pushed the door open a little wider, just enough for him to slip inside. For some reason though he began to feel very uneasy. There was a strange feeling that started to churn in his stomach, but why would the room make him feel nervous? Or scared? He pushed those thoughts aside and just stepped in anyways. He wouldn't turn back now.

As soon as he stepped in, a small sneeze escaped his mouth. Looking around he saw the reason why. There were mounds of dust that covered the furniture and everything else. At first it seemed to be a storage room, but as Yugi looked closer, he realised it was actually a bedroom that seemed to have turned into a closet. There was an old looking closet in the corner, a bed right in the middle, an old carpet lay on the floor, a dresser on one end of the wall, and it was all covered by what seemed to be old magazines, newspapers, and just boxes of all sizes.

Yugi stepped further into the room to then notice more personal things also covered in dust. Picture frames and photos were all dirty and stained. They were so bad Yugi couldn't make out who was in the picture, but one picture frame caught his eye. It was small, hidden well behind the newspapers on the dresser. He stepped forward to see it properly, but a creak stopped him in his tracks.

He spun around and frantically scanned the room around him. He didn't see anything at first, but then he noticed a rocking chair hidden in the corner, with the body of a familiar face curled up on it.

Yami.

He was facing the corner, away from Yugi. His legs were propped up on the edge of the rocking chair and his right arm was wrapped around a small, purple pillow while his left arm rested against his head.

Yugi slowly walked up to him, stepping in front of him to look at his face.

Yami's face was calm as his eyes remained closed, unaware that he was standing in front of him. Yugi smiled at the scene, realising Yami didn't look so angry and grouchy and sour, and - well you get the point - anymore. All his guards were down, looking quite vulnerable as he slept.

Yugi then frowned to himself as he finally noticed all the details that he couldn't have possibly saw in the dark. There was a scar on Yami's left shoulder, a long cut on his fingers, as if someone grabbed his hand and dragged a knife across them, and then, Yugi noticed the deep and horrible looking scar on Yami's forehead. It seemed to have not healed properly, and it looked infected. It was a dark color, dried blood covering it. It was at that moment when reality dawned upon Yugi.

Yami's a ghost, so, how did he die?

Yugi gently reached out to touch Yami's face, a feeling of sadness crawling into his system. Yami looked pretty young too. How long had he been alone? Yugi was just about to touch Yami forehead when he stopped, nervousness engulfing him then. What would he feel when he touched the spirit? Would he feel skin? Or would his hand go right through him? Like a ghost. Yugi didn't know, but it seemed he would never find out because at that moment, Yami's eyes snapped open. Yugi pulled back quickly in shock.

Yami quickly stood up and glared down at Yugi who was still startled.

"What are you doing here?!" he exclaimed.

For once, Yugi showed fear in front of him. He stammered, "I-I saw th-the door a-and wo-wondered-"

"You had no right to come in here!" Yami yelled. "You stay here, fine! But you don't ever come into this room, got it!"

"But you can't stay here! It's messy and dirty! Who knows what's in here!" Yugi cried out.

"So? I've been living in here for the past four years! Why should I stop now?! And why do you even care?! All you've been lately was a big pain!"

Yugi's eyes glistened, unable to find words to shout back at the spirit. Usually he was good at giving comebacks, but all of his remarks seemed to have disappeared. All he felt was, sadness. Just sadness.

"No one cared, so why should I trust you?" Yami continued, turning away.

"Because I'm your friend!" Yugi then cried out, tears falling. Yami was all alone. Maybe that's why he's been so mean. He even said it himself, he had no one to trust. He didn't have a friend and all he had done was bother him. But what he said was true. Ever since he came here, he hadn't had a single friend either. Yami was there to keep him company, even though the spirit did so unwillingly. Yami didn't hurt him.

"No you're not..." Yami said quietly.

"But you are my friend! I can see that you're all alone, but I can tell that you're also really nice! You're not mean!" Yugi cried.

"Go away!" Yami screamed, he turned back to Yugi with such speed that made his eyes glow and a dark aura to form around him. Seeing that, Yugi gave a cry of shock and fear, his eyes going wide before he rushed out of the room.

Yami watched as he ran away, not turning back.

Yami's footsteps were silent as he slowly made his way to the small balcony that night. The sun had set just over an hour ago, and he had seen no sign of the child.

He just needed to think. To clear his head and sort his mind before he went insane. The scene with Yugi running from him ran through his head like a broken record player. He scared the child, and for some reason that unsettled him. Yugi's words, everything he said, and then he did that. Why? Why did he care?

Yami simply walked through the glass doors of the balcony, only to stop when he noticed that he wasn't going to be the only one there that night. He saw Yugi who was perched on a bench that was outside on the roofless balcony. Yami wasn't sure if Yugi had noticed him or not, and if he did, then he was being ignored. For some reason though Yami didn't want to be ignored by the child.

Yami slowly walked closer and sat next to Yugi on the bench, yet still keeping his distance from him. Yugi hadn't said a word, and Yami's heart just clenched more when he saw the small boy sitting there so quietly. It wasn't like him to be so quiet. He looked over, and smiled a bit to see that the child's feet weren't even touching the floor. Yugi's eyes though, they were looking up into the sky, staring at the cloudless night, and the sparkling stars. Guilt started to creep into him again, and he gulped, fiddling with the bracelet that was around his wrist.

"Uhh Yugi?" he began quietly.

Yugi said nothing.

"Um I'm sorry. For yelling at you."

Yugi still didn't say anything. He stayed silent and just continued to stare at the stars in the sky.

Yami looked up as well, then down back at Yugi. He bit his lip, sorrow mixing in with his nerves as he saw tears rolling down Yugi's face.

"H-hey, don't cry, I'm sorry. If you want I-I'll leave," Yami began, and he stood up and began to walk away. Yes, he hurt the child. He was an awful person. He shouldn't have come to talk to him.

"No, it's okay Yami. I'm not upset because of you," Yugi said quietly, just enough for Yami to hear.

Yami was surprised, but he made his way back over to the child and hesitantly took a seat. They were both silent.

"You know, my parents died when I was really little. Or, what Grandpa had told me. He took care of me ever since," Yugi continued.

Yami listened attentively. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Yugi said, wrapping his arms around his legs.

Yami watched as the child go off into his own little world which probably was just making him feel worst. Yami's assumption was proven when Yugi sniffed and wiped more tears from his eyes.

"Hey, don't cry," Yami said, reaching over to Yugi, but then pulling back since he didn't know how the child would react to his touch.

"You miss them, don't you?" Yami decided to just ask, even if the answer was pretty obvious.

"Yeah," Yugi replied.

"Well don't be sad, they're always there with you, in your heart," Yami said softly. He then looked up into the sky. "See those stars," he began, pointing. "When a person dies, they become a star. Always looking down to see you if you're doing okay. When you look up at night, you see them. And you know your loved ones are right there. Like another memory," Yami explained.

Yugi looked up at the stars. "How do you know which one is them?" he asked.

"Because it would be the one that shines the brightest," Yami said, smiling.

"Hey Yami, I'm sorry for being mean to you for the past nights," Yugi said sheepishly.

Yami smiled back. "Nah, I should be the one apologising to you. I was the one who was rude."

"Are you like that with all the other people who tried to live here?" Yugi asked.

"Yeah, I try to run them out."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm just not used to them being here since they all just… Never mind," Yami said sadly.

"Oh. Do you want to talk about it?" Yugi asked.

Yami remained quiet, but he was then grabbed. Looking down, he saw Yugi hugging him tightly.

"Thank you, Yami," he said quietly, teeth chattering as he felt the freezing cold air around him. He almost went right through, but he withstood the cold to let Yami understand. He then felt a cold hand on his back.

"Don't thank me," Yami said.

"Well too bad, I am," Yugi shot back, a pout on his face.

Yami gave a small laugh. "Still very stubborn aren't you?"

"Nah, you're just very fun to tease."

"Hey!" Yami exclaimed, but then smiled. His smile was then removed when something else came to mind. "Yugi, about what you said…"

Yugi looked up and just smiled at him. "I meant what I said." Before Yami could say anything else, Yugi got up and began to make his way inside. "Aren't you coming?" he stopped to ask Yami who was still sitting on the bench.

"I'll stay here a little longer," Yami replied.

"Okay," Yugi said, and he walked in, leaving the door slightly opened as if Yami would need it.

Yami looked at the door Yugi went through, then turned to look up at the sky. He smiled softly, staring at the star. "It's official mom, I'm finally going soft."

A star twinkled brightly.

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