It seems that lately that the gang have been having a few problems including a certain tri-haired hikari receiving glasses. Why are they having so much bad luck? Read this story to find out how they hand their troublesome situations. (Rated for accidents)

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Sun light poured through the open window and flooded into the room the window looked in on. The white curtains that hung on the window had been tossed aside the night before so that the cool night-breeze of spring could flow in. They now floated on the morning wind into the room. The light aqua- green room itself had many other objects than the curtains, the next one more intriguing than the one before it. There was a TV, placed on a pine dresser, which allowed the rays of sun to bounce off of its motionless screen, giving the appearance that it was mildly glowing. Several clothes were sprawled on the glazed wooden floor of the room.

The pine dresser stood next to the door of the room and was covered on top with bits and pieces that one might find on a dresser. Cards, duel monsters cards in fact, were plentiful among the other possessions. A radio, closet, hamper, phone, clock and other things were also found in this room. All, however, seemed dormant and lifeless. The only thing in that room that was active was the person lying under the crème-colored covers asleep in the twin-sized bed. Slowly the person awoke and pulled off the covers to reveal……………GRANDPA?!? Dear Ra! The story started in the wrong room! All that work for nothing! Gah! Oh well, let's see where it goes from here.

Grandpa threw off the covers and made his way out of bed. Luckily he's not the type to wear a white tank-top and a pair of boxers to bed or else we'd all be blind and scarred for life! Grandpa went over to his closet and pulled out a gray and white checkered robe which he put on. He then proceeded to put on his fuzzy gray slippers. Yes, I said fuzzy. Don't ask, just keep reading. Anyways, after Grandpa made his bed, he continued his morning by going to wake up his favorite and only grandson. He knocked a few times at Yugi's door.

"Yugi, it's time to wake up. I'll be in the kitchen making my morning coffee." Was all he said before he headed down the stairs to make his favorite drink to jump-start the beginning of the day.

I woke up to a rapping at my door. Then I heard my Grandpa's voice telling me it's time to wake up and that he was going downstairs to make coffee. Afterwards he left. I kept my eyes closed. 'Coffee.' I thought. 'The one substance that I will never forget.' It was true that I would never forget it. I had tried the black liquid once before at Joey's house. We were up working on a project in the early hours of the morning. The reason that we were up so late was because we, actually Joey, had lazily decided that he would rather go to the arcade and the Turtle Shop, watch TV and play video games every day of that week than work on the project.

The project that we were supposed to do was a down-scale model of a landlord's protection castle from the Middle Ages out of sugar cubes. Since we were lacking in energy, Joey suggested that he make us some coffee to wake up our brains enough to complete the project. I, so stupidly agreed, even though I had never tried coffee before. Boy was that a mistake!

I mentally laughed at that memory. 'We definitely deserved that F; Joey by putting off the project, and me for being high on caffeine and eating most of the sugar cubes, destroying both Joey's kitchen and living room, and falling asleep right in class during our pathetic presentation!' I yawned and stretched in my bed. Soon I rose up and pulled off my covers to sit up in bed. Then I opened my eyes and rubbed them to make things clearer. It didn't work. I tried again, and blinked them a few times, but things still were reluctant to clear up. Everything was all fuzzy! I shook my head a few times and tried again. 'Why is everything so blurry?!?!?!? And when did I have a giant plastic gingerbread man in my room?!?!?!?'

Yami had just awoken and appeared from the puzzle. He looked curious at his aibou who seemed to be rather jumpy at the moment and was staring at him funny.

"Yugi?" He said. "What is the matter?"

"Yami? Is that you?!?!?" Yugi replied. He was relieved that there was no giant plastic gingerbread man in his room, but also really shocked that he mistook Yami's appearance. Something was definitely wrong with him.

"Of course it's me! Who else would it be???" Yami retorted.

"I-I-I thought you were a giant plastic gingerbread man! Yami there's something wrong with me! I can't see straight!"

"What?? Your seeing side-ways or upside down?" Yami asked, concerned.

"No, not straight as in the right way to look, but straight as in clear, seeable! I SEE BLURRY THINGS!!!" Yugi exclaimed. "Do you know what that- that-that-" He continued pointing and squinting at something on his dresser.

"Joey's football he left over here yesterday?" Yami helped him.

"Yeah. Do you know what that football looks like to me?!?!? I recognized it as an over grown potato!!! I couldn't even tell you want it was!!! Something is wrong with me!!!!!"

"Hold on Yugi, I'll get your grandfather!" Yami, being the guarding he was to the tri-haired boy, went off in search of Yugi's grandpa. He found him in the kitchen preparing breakfast and his beloved coffee. Yami shortly explained Yugi's situation and both hurried to Yugi's room where they found Yugi on all fours crawling around on his carpeted floor.

"See?!?!?" Yami cried. "He says there's something wrong with his eyes and he sees blurry things!"

"There is something wrong with my eyes, Yami!" Yelled Yugi. "I thought you were supposed to be getting grandpa! Why did you bring this beanbag chair?!?!? I DON'T NEED TO SIT DOWN!!! I NEED MY GRANDPA!!!!!"

Grandpa, or 'the beanbag chair' in Yugi's mind, placed a calming hand on Yugi's shoulders. "Yugi, it's me. Grandpa!"

"Grandpa?!?!?" Yugi looked toward his indistinct Grandpa. "Is that you??? I can't see you very well! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!!! WHY ARE THINGS BLURRY?!?!?!?!?"

"Calm down Yugi, yes it is me." Grandpa reassured. "I'm not sure why you see things all blurry, but I will make an appointment with your doctor today." Yugi flinched at the word 'doctor'. Yugi hated all those doctor utensils. Especially those dreaded needles. Boy did he hate those needles!

"Do I have to go to the doctors?" whined Yugi.

"Yes." And with that said and done, Grandpa called up the doctor. Soon he got off the phone and told Yugi that his appointment would be in half an hour.

"Now," he continued, "I must go back downstairs to finish drinking my coffee." And once again, he headed to the kitchen.

"Yami?" Asked Yugi.

"Yes?"

"Could you hand me the phone? I need to call Joey to tell him I can't make it to the park today."

"Oh sure. Here you go." Yami handed Yugi the phone, and even though Yugi could not read the numbers on it, he knew where they were like a sixth sense and dialed Joey's number. The other line started ringing and soon Joey picked up.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hi Joey, it's me, Yugi."

"Oh hey Yug! What's up?"

"I can't go to the park with you guys today. Sorry." Yugi sounded sad.

"Awww, it's no fun without ya Yug! Why can't you go?" Joey asked in a worried voice.

"I have a doctors appointment."

"Oh. Well, do you mind if me and Tristan tag along? We're both at my house and we have nothin' to do, so we're both bored."

"Sure! See you in a few minutes!"

"Bye!" Then they both hung up.

So how was it? I know it's not my usual way of writing, but I decided to see if I could do descriptive writing. Turns out I semi-can. Yes, I know this chapter was really boring. Don't worry. It will get much better. Oh, and please note that I will over-exaggerate on how bad Yugi's vision is. And I mean REALLY over-exaggerate. But I will try to keep it semi-real. I will try to keep basic shapes. Like the football and the potato. Close, ne?

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