A/N-Hey! I wrote this fic a while ago before I ever got my account on fanfiction, it's not finished yet but I have a lot of chapters ready to post...it just depends on how people like it...if it does well I'll post extra chapters and if it's doin bad-DELETE! So please R&R I PROMISE it gets more exciting after the first few chapters...and yes, Yami does get hurt in this fic multiple times so warning to people who don't wanna see it:-P
Basically this fic doesn't really have a specific time when it happened but one thing that is important is the none of Yugi's friends or his grandfather know about Yami at this time. It's gonna be rated PG-13 even though there isn't anything bad except later there is a bit of starvation and kidnapping and all that good stuff so I'm just puttin it IN CASE. So please no flames and enjoy!!
Disclaimer- Nothin! I own nothin but the plot!
***
1. Familiar Faces, Familiar Things
The hot sands wore away at the marble of the temple. The sun bore down and the slaves were busy fanning Pharaoh Yami in his golden chair. Creatures were chiseled into his ancient throne and they seemed to watch over him as he sat majestically, peering out over his city. Silently he gestured for the slaves to bring in the criminals. This had been going on for an hour. The slaves would bring in a group of men and if they were guilty, it was the executioner for them, or whatever they deserved. Yami yawned and waved his hand. Four men were lead it, dressed lavishly in many colored robes, green, red, lavender and sapphire. They were well built, large and muscular. Yami looked with disgust on the four men. They were always scheming, running around in the middle of the night, making plans with one another. Awhile ago he had discovered their plan. It was about time the palace guard caught them. His blood boiled as he thought about what they had been planning.
"What of these, my lord?" asked one of the servants who held the chains of the mages.
Yami looked at each of the mages.
"Cast them into the desert. If they believe they have the cunning to bring down my palace, MY kingdom around me, then they must have the cunning to find their way through the searing sands. Bring them into the dunes. Leave them there and they can scheme together- to die, or to live."
"If you are wise you will resign from Pharaoh, Yami," said the mage with the sapphire robe.
"We will not back away. Death cannot hold us captive," laughed the green mage.
"You, are a different story," spoke the red mage.
"For years we have plotted to take you down from the inside of YOUR palace to bring you off your high horse. We WILL rule this domain, Yami. You are not strong eno-"
"SILENCE!" shouted Yami. "I have heard enough. Your little schemes mean nothing to me. Traitors! Go to die in the desert."
At this the slaves lead the mages away.
****
"Yugi..."
The darkness and peacefulness of sleep left Yugi's eyes and they fluttered open. His brain tried to start itself up. Why was he up so early?
"YUGI!"
"What? What!?" Yugi shot straight up. The warmth from the blankets left him. His body felt chilled and he immediately shot back under like a mouse who sees a cat after emerging from it's hole.
"School!! It's 7 in the morning. Get outta bed!" Grandpa leaned over him with a stern face.
"Sorry grandpa," said Yugi. He watched as his old grandpa left the room, then slid under the covers.
/Yami?/ He didn't want to wake Yami from his spirit room if he didn't have to but usually he was up early. Thinking. After no answer came from the millennium puzzle or Yugi's mind he called out again.
/Yami? Are you up yet? It's 7 o'clock! You can come out if you want to, Grandpa's not around.../
There was still no answer. Yugi shrugged and then got out of bed, dragging the blankets with him. It was chilly in the morning, always the same. Yugi made his way to the dresser and changed into his regular blue jacket and pants with his white shirt. They smelled fresh and he put them on slowly. He fastened some buckles around his neck and on his shirt cuffs and sat down on the bed to put on his socks. Suddenly he felt the strange cold which came everytime Yami was about to switch places with him.
/Hey, don't switch on me! I'm hungry, Yami./
//Aibou, can I come out?//
/Sure, what's wrong?/
//Don't worry...//
Yugi closed his eyes as the millennium puzzle started to rotate slowly. The light shone out of the hieroglyphs and Yugi's body became unrecognizable to himself...it was tingling all over. Suddenly, Yami stood in front of him. He was clad in a black jacket and pants with tons of buckles. His hair was like normal, his golden bangs in his eyes.
"Yami!" Yugi sat on the bed. "Tell me what's up."
"Nothing, aibou, I was just tired of the old spirit room."
Yugi raised an eyebrow. He wouldn't believe that in a million years. "Are you lying to me?" Yami frowned but Yugi kept begging.
"Please tell me? Before breakfast?"
With a sigh, Yami spoke. "I have a strange feeling in my heart. It is like some veil was placed on it. I feel...weak."
"Weak?"
"Yes...something just doesn't feel right. Like somewhere, something is happening that shouldn't be. Aibou, watch out, alright? I'm going to go think..."
At that Yami disappeared quickly inside the Millennium puzzle. He had dreamed of that day...that day as the pharaoh... Yugi wondered why he was acting strangely. Yami hardly ever said he felt "weak." He hated being less than the best.
****
School, even though Yugi was late, went well. Everything was sunny and so was everyone. Yugi completely forgot about what Yami had said. And today, no one even asked him about his Millennium Puzzle. He had easily whooped some seniors at playing Duel Monsters. Even without Yami playing for him he knew every strategy that they would pull. Practice makes perfect, Yugi's grandpa had always said and Yugi knew every rule in the book and had had enough practice for a lifetime. But somehow, he figured, he would never be able to beat Yami if they were matched together. He was just too good.
After school, Yugi sat on the stone steps and waited for his friends. Suddenly, Joey and Tea emerged from the double doors. Bakura followed them, walking slowly and looking around with his usual detached gaze. "Yugi! Yuge!" shouted Joey. "Let's go!" They were getting ready to go to the park and play frisbee with Tristan and his friends. Yugi couldn't wait. The sun was shining, the leaves on the trees were green, little lavender flowers bloomed on the bushes. The air smelled sweet and it was the perfect day besides a small chill. Tea had the frisbee and tossed it to Yugi. He caught it and laughed.
The gang walked to the park and met Tristen sitting on an old beat up bench. "Hey, no one else decided to come...It's just us. I hear it might rain today so they ditched. Stinks that rain could wreck a day like this." Tristan frowned.
"That's ok, we'll still have a fun game," said Tea. Yugi was preoccupied with Yami. He hadn't said anything for quite a long time. Suddenly, he felt his body start to tingle. The warmth was being sucked from him and now he was inside his spirit room. /Yami...you're gonna play frisbee?/
//I'm gonna try.//
Yami stepped up to Tristan. In his deeper voice he laughed, "Ready to play?"
The group ran onto the field and picked teams. Soon the frisbee was thrown. Tea caught it and tossed it to her teammate, Tristan. Then she ran forward. The teams were uneven but it was Tristen, Tea and Bakura versus Yami and Joey.
It was an hour into the game and Yami was dominating the field. Joey groaned as he tried to keep up with him. Like a dashing condor he swooped and dove and grabbed every pass, and intercepted every other one. Yugi, who had been talking to Yami a bit from inside, thought to himself, "that must be why they call him the king of games." Yami's team was leading 6-0 and Bakura had just about given up. But Tea had the pass and she had convinced herself not to lose to the other guys. Joey ran forward and tried to intercept a pass thrown by Tea to Bakura, but he missed. The frisbee whooshed into Bakura's grasp and he got ready to pass to Tristan. The white disk spun towards him. Yami jumped with a burst of energy and snatched the frisbee. Suddenly, in mid flight, his vision went black and his body stiffened. His legs collapsed under him and he thudded onto the ground. "Yugi!" shouted Joey. Yami groaned in pain and lay back in the grass. "Are you ok, Yugi?!" asked a frantic Bakura.
"I, I, I'm not sure...I just..." answered Yami. Tea leaned down and looked at Yami's legs. "Nothing looks bad, maybe you moved the wrong way..." Yami heard a noise and looked around on instinct. His mind was sharpened and his senses were flying. He saw a young woman sitting on a bench, close by. She looked up, locked her eyes on the group and then stood up and walked away. Her flowing black hair was rippling like snakes. The golden bangles on her arms jingled. Yami watched her go.
"Yugi?" Tea snapped her fingers in front of his face.
"I'm fine. I think I just turned the wrong way," Yami reassured her after snapping back into reality. That black hair...those golden charms...that girl...Tristan helped Yami to his feet. Yugi, inside the soul room, knew Yami was hurt. He couldn't feel the pain from the fall but his room grew hot.
/Yami? Are you alright?/
//I tripped.//
/Is that all?/
//I'm fine.//
/There is something you arent telling me! Yami please dont hide it. The room got hot. Are you hurt?/
//I'm FINE.//
/Please?/
No answer. Yugi irritably leaned back in his room and sighed. Yami could be so stubborn sometimes.
***
That night was a quiet one.Yugi sat in the kitchen with a steaming hot bowl of macaroni in front of him. His grandpa had left that morning and would be gone for a week or two. He had to take care of some business in another part of Japan. Grandpa had trusted Yugi to keep an eye on the shop and mind himself. But Yugi wasn't ALL by himself. Yami sat beside him in the other chair and was looking outside. The tint of the sky matched his eyes. A cool breeze blew by the window and rustled the plants on the windowsill. A dog barked from next door.
"Want some?" Yugi offered the pot of pasta to Yami. Yami shrugged it off.
"TV?" Yami again shook his head. Yugi, irritated with the fact that his dark half came out just to be stubborn, flicked on the t.v. anyway. Yami looked over and then faced the window again. "Is your leg better?" asked Yugi. Yami looked at the floor and then answered quietly, "Yes, aibou. I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"Sorry....for...being.."
"No, it's ok." It really wasn't ok though, thought Yugi. He was still dying to know what this "weakness" was all about. There had to be more to the story.
Yugi flipped through the channels until he landed on the news. A headline flashed quickly about a car accident. Yugi sighed. "Nothing good." Just as he was about to switch the channel Yami piped up.
"Hold it, what's this?" Yami was intently watching the screen. A reporter was standing next to a young women, talking to her about her "recent findings."
"-here live in the Ancient History Museum with archeologist Cara Far. Ms. Far, are these your recent findings?" The young woman on the t.v. smiled politely and pointed down to a table covered with ancient artifacts. A bowl, a ring, multiple silver bracelets and a spearhead were just a few. "Yes, I have been digging in the ancient cites out in Egypt. Wonderful weather. This is just a few of the things that my...team...unearthed. You can come and see them here at the museum."
Yugi interrupted, "You think she's pretty?"
Without taking his eyes of the screen, Yami asked, "Who?"
"The one with the black hair and the bracelets."
"Her...oh.."
"Do you?"
"She is, interesting."
"Yami, that is really lame! When you think someone is pretty you don't say that they are "interesting." For some millennium spirit you sure aren't superior on the love thing."
"I never said she was pretty."
"Still..."
Yami didn't answer. He just watched the screen. Then the commercials came on. "I want to see those artifacts."
"What's so special about them?" mumbled Yugi between bites of macaroni. "Wait...wait...they are from Egypt right? And so are you! Is that why?" Yami actually didn't know why he wanted to see them. Just, something about them, or the girl? was drawing him to them. He couldn't understand _what_ exactly but his mind just told him that this was something that he should see.
Yami bit his lip. "Not exactly."
***
Later that night, Yugi took a quick shower and changed into his pj's. Grandpa wouldn't be home for a while so Yami was free of the Millennium Puzzle. He was restless, constantly moving, turning the t.v. on, and then flicking it off. Yugi crawled into bed and turned on his radio. It felt good not to have the feeling that another spirit was inside you. There was no doubt in Yugi's mind that he cared about Yami, he'd just rather keep his thoughts to himself sometimes. Taking his Millennium Puzzle off he placed it on the bedside and patted it. Below him, Yami paced in the kitchen. His mind was tired from thought. //I know I have seen that girl. In the park...and before...// Yami sat down and ran his fingers through his hair. A rebellious bang drifted into his sight and he flicked it away. Sighing, he leaned back and tried to sleep. The couch was much more comfortable but Yami needed to get up as soon as possible if anything happened. He knew he was being silly but he couldn't help thinking that something was going to pop out of a corner or scare him half to death. His mind started to relax as he inhaled the sweet air from the open window. Soon he couldn't keep his eyes open. From upstairs, Yugi heard the movement stop and sighed with relief. He rolled over and faced his window, looking out at the star speckled sky and the dark street. The tired yellow glow of the street light made the street look peaceful. Suddenly Yugi saw something move near the bright light of the moon. A dark shape swooped through the bluish clouds. It spun up and down and over the tree tops, then returned to the sky. Yugi watched, fascinated. A bird, maybe? But the shape was too big. The creature suddenly swooped in front of the moonlight. It's shadow was huge, ominous...definitely no bird. "Yami!" shouted Yugi.
Downstairs, Yami's amethyst eyes snapped open. His mind clicked to a start and he jumped up. "Yugi?!" He ran up the stairs and jumped into Yugi's room.
"Look!" whispered Yugi. Yami was expecting something like a rabid dog to be terrorizing Yugi, but instead he saw nothing, just his light sitting near the window, pointing up.
"What is it, aibou?" he panted, out of breath.
"Something near the moon...what is it?"
Just as he said that, and Yami approached the window, a beautiful call, like a whale, drifted over the rooftops. Yami's mouth dropped open as he looked at the huge shape in front of the moon.
"I, I don't know. It has a tail, and, and a kind of beak, and huge wings..."
"It looks like a dragon!" exclaimed Yugi. He laughed. "Like from the cards! But it's probably just a weird plane, or a bird or something."
The King of Games was speechless. To anyone who had never participated in the Shadow Games, it could be thought that it was merely their eyes playing tricks on them. But the golden pharaoh knew that the giant creature was all too familiar, all too real. It wasn't a joke and Yugi was right. It was a dragon.
~*~*~ Well there ya go! In this story I'm gonna be describing the Shadow Games differently, instead of using stone slabs as cards they actually brought the monsters to life and fought with them outside of the shadow realm...anyone can participate but of course, people with Sennen Items get the edge;-) R&R please!
Basically this fic doesn't really have a specific time when it happened but one thing that is important is the none of Yugi's friends or his grandfather know about Yami at this time. It's gonna be rated PG-13 even though there isn't anything bad except later there is a bit of starvation and kidnapping and all that good stuff so I'm just puttin it IN CASE. So please no flames and enjoy!!
Disclaimer- Nothin! I own nothin but the plot!
***
1. Familiar Faces, Familiar Things
The hot sands wore away at the marble of the temple. The sun bore down and the slaves were busy fanning Pharaoh Yami in his golden chair. Creatures were chiseled into his ancient throne and they seemed to watch over him as he sat majestically, peering out over his city. Silently he gestured for the slaves to bring in the criminals. This had been going on for an hour. The slaves would bring in a group of men and if they were guilty, it was the executioner for them, or whatever they deserved. Yami yawned and waved his hand. Four men were lead it, dressed lavishly in many colored robes, green, red, lavender and sapphire. They were well built, large and muscular. Yami looked with disgust on the four men. They were always scheming, running around in the middle of the night, making plans with one another. Awhile ago he had discovered their plan. It was about time the palace guard caught them. His blood boiled as he thought about what they had been planning.
"What of these, my lord?" asked one of the servants who held the chains of the mages.
Yami looked at each of the mages.
"Cast them into the desert. If they believe they have the cunning to bring down my palace, MY kingdom around me, then they must have the cunning to find their way through the searing sands. Bring them into the dunes. Leave them there and they can scheme together- to die, or to live."
"If you are wise you will resign from Pharaoh, Yami," said the mage with the sapphire robe.
"We will not back away. Death cannot hold us captive," laughed the green mage.
"You, are a different story," spoke the red mage.
"For years we have plotted to take you down from the inside of YOUR palace to bring you off your high horse. We WILL rule this domain, Yami. You are not strong eno-"
"SILENCE!" shouted Yami. "I have heard enough. Your little schemes mean nothing to me. Traitors! Go to die in the desert."
At this the slaves lead the mages away.
****
"Yugi..."
The darkness and peacefulness of sleep left Yugi's eyes and they fluttered open. His brain tried to start itself up. Why was he up so early?
"YUGI!"
"What? What!?" Yugi shot straight up. The warmth from the blankets left him. His body felt chilled and he immediately shot back under like a mouse who sees a cat after emerging from it's hole.
"School!! It's 7 in the morning. Get outta bed!" Grandpa leaned over him with a stern face.
"Sorry grandpa," said Yugi. He watched as his old grandpa left the room, then slid under the covers.
/Yami?/ He didn't want to wake Yami from his spirit room if he didn't have to but usually he was up early. Thinking. After no answer came from the millennium puzzle or Yugi's mind he called out again.
/Yami? Are you up yet? It's 7 o'clock! You can come out if you want to, Grandpa's not around.../
There was still no answer. Yugi shrugged and then got out of bed, dragging the blankets with him. It was chilly in the morning, always the same. Yugi made his way to the dresser and changed into his regular blue jacket and pants with his white shirt. They smelled fresh and he put them on slowly. He fastened some buckles around his neck and on his shirt cuffs and sat down on the bed to put on his socks. Suddenly he felt the strange cold which came everytime Yami was about to switch places with him.
/Hey, don't switch on me! I'm hungry, Yami./
//Aibou, can I come out?//
/Sure, what's wrong?/
//Don't worry...//
Yugi closed his eyes as the millennium puzzle started to rotate slowly. The light shone out of the hieroglyphs and Yugi's body became unrecognizable to himself...it was tingling all over. Suddenly, Yami stood in front of him. He was clad in a black jacket and pants with tons of buckles. His hair was like normal, his golden bangs in his eyes.
"Yami!" Yugi sat on the bed. "Tell me what's up."
"Nothing, aibou, I was just tired of the old spirit room."
Yugi raised an eyebrow. He wouldn't believe that in a million years. "Are you lying to me?" Yami frowned but Yugi kept begging.
"Please tell me? Before breakfast?"
With a sigh, Yami spoke. "I have a strange feeling in my heart. It is like some veil was placed on it. I feel...weak."
"Weak?"
"Yes...something just doesn't feel right. Like somewhere, something is happening that shouldn't be. Aibou, watch out, alright? I'm going to go think..."
At that Yami disappeared quickly inside the Millennium puzzle. He had dreamed of that day...that day as the pharaoh... Yugi wondered why he was acting strangely. Yami hardly ever said he felt "weak." He hated being less than the best.
****
School, even though Yugi was late, went well. Everything was sunny and so was everyone. Yugi completely forgot about what Yami had said. And today, no one even asked him about his Millennium Puzzle. He had easily whooped some seniors at playing Duel Monsters. Even without Yami playing for him he knew every strategy that they would pull. Practice makes perfect, Yugi's grandpa had always said and Yugi knew every rule in the book and had had enough practice for a lifetime. But somehow, he figured, he would never be able to beat Yami if they were matched together. He was just too good.
After school, Yugi sat on the stone steps and waited for his friends. Suddenly, Joey and Tea emerged from the double doors. Bakura followed them, walking slowly and looking around with his usual detached gaze. "Yugi! Yuge!" shouted Joey. "Let's go!" They were getting ready to go to the park and play frisbee with Tristan and his friends. Yugi couldn't wait. The sun was shining, the leaves on the trees were green, little lavender flowers bloomed on the bushes. The air smelled sweet and it was the perfect day besides a small chill. Tea had the frisbee and tossed it to Yugi. He caught it and laughed.
The gang walked to the park and met Tristen sitting on an old beat up bench. "Hey, no one else decided to come...It's just us. I hear it might rain today so they ditched. Stinks that rain could wreck a day like this." Tristan frowned.
"That's ok, we'll still have a fun game," said Tea. Yugi was preoccupied with Yami. He hadn't said anything for quite a long time. Suddenly, he felt his body start to tingle. The warmth was being sucked from him and now he was inside his spirit room. /Yami...you're gonna play frisbee?/
//I'm gonna try.//
Yami stepped up to Tristan. In his deeper voice he laughed, "Ready to play?"
The group ran onto the field and picked teams. Soon the frisbee was thrown. Tea caught it and tossed it to her teammate, Tristan. Then she ran forward. The teams were uneven but it was Tristen, Tea and Bakura versus Yami and Joey.
It was an hour into the game and Yami was dominating the field. Joey groaned as he tried to keep up with him. Like a dashing condor he swooped and dove and grabbed every pass, and intercepted every other one. Yugi, who had been talking to Yami a bit from inside, thought to himself, "that must be why they call him the king of games." Yami's team was leading 6-0 and Bakura had just about given up. But Tea had the pass and she had convinced herself not to lose to the other guys. Joey ran forward and tried to intercept a pass thrown by Tea to Bakura, but he missed. The frisbee whooshed into Bakura's grasp and he got ready to pass to Tristan. The white disk spun towards him. Yami jumped with a burst of energy and snatched the frisbee. Suddenly, in mid flight, his vision went black and his body stiffened. His legs collapsed under him and he thudded onto the ground. "Yugi!" shouted Joey. Yami groaned in pain and lay back in the grass. "Are you ok, Yugi?!" asked a frantic Bakura.
"I, I, I'm not sure...I just..." answered Yami. Tea leaned down and looked at Yami's legs. "Nothing looks bad, maybe you moved the wrong way..." Yami heard a noise and looked around on instinct. His mind was sharpened and his senses were flying. He saw a young woman sitting on a bench, close by. She looked up, locked her eyes on the group and then stood up and walked away. Her flowing black hair was rippling like snakes. The golden bangles on her arms jingled. Yami watched her go.
"Yugi?" Tea snapped her fingers in front of his face.
"I'm fine. I think I just turned the wrong way," Yami reassured her after snapping back into reality. That black hair...those golden charms...that girl...Tristan helped Yami to his feet. Yugi, inside the soul room, knew Yami was hurt. He couldn't feel the pain from the fall but his room grew hot.
/Yami? Are you alright?/
//I tripped.//
/Is that all?/
//I'm fine.//
/There is something you arent telling me! Yami please dont hide it. The room got hot. Are you hurt?/
//I'm FINE.//
/Please?/
No answer. Yugi irritably leaned back in his room and sighed. Yami could be so stubborn sometimes.
***
That night was a quiet one.Yugi sat in the kitchen with a steaming hot bowl of macaroni in front of him. His grandpa had left that morning and would be gone for a week or two. He had to take care of some business in another part of Japan. Grandpa had trusted Yugi to keep an eye on the shop and mind himself. But Yugi wasn't ALL by himself. Yami sat beside him in the other chair and was looking outside. The tint of the sky matched his eyes. A cool breeze blew by the window and rustled the plants on the windowsill. A dog barked from next door.
"Want some?" Yugi offered the pot of pasta to Yami. Yami shrugged it off.
"TV?" Yami again shook his head. Yugi, irritated with the fact that his dark half came out just to be stubborn, flicked on the t.v. anyway. Yami looked over and then faced the window again. "Is your leg better?" asked Yugi. Yami looked at the floor and then answered quietly, "Yes, aibou. I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"Sorry....for...being.."
"No, it's ok." It really wasn't ok though, thought Yugi. He was still dying to know what this "weakness" was all about. There had to be more to the story.
Yugi flipped through the channels until he landed on the news. A headline flashed quickly about a car accident. Yugi sighed. "Nothing good." Just as he was about to switch the channel Yami piped up.
"Hold it, what's this?" Yami was intently watching the screen. A reporter was standing next to a young women, talking to her about her "recent findings."
"-here live in the Ancient History Museum with archeologist Cara Far. Ms. Far, are these your recent findings?" The young woman on the t.v. smiled politely and pointed down to a table covered with ancient artifacts. A bowl, a ring, multiple silver bracelets and a spearhead were just a few. "Yes, I have been digging in the ancient cites out in Egypt. Wonderful weather. This is just a few of the things that my...team...unearthed. You can come and see them here at the museum."
Yugi interrupted, "You think she's pretty?"
Without taking his eyes of the screen, Yami asked, "Who?"
"The one with the black hair and the bracelets."
"Her...oh.."
"Do you?"
"She is, interesting."
"Yami, that is really lame! When you think someone is pretty you don't say that they are "interesting." For some millennium spirit you sure aren't superior on the love thing."
"I never said she was pretty."
"Still..."
Yami didn't answer. He just watched the screen. Then the commercials came on. "I want to see those artifacts."
"What's so special about them?" mumbled Yugi between bites of macaroni. "Wait...wait...they are from Egypt right? And so are you! Is that why?" Yami actually didn't know why he wanted to see them. Just, something about them, or the girl? was drawing him to them. He couldn't understand _what_ exactly but his mind just told him that this was something that he should see.
Yami bit his lip. "Not exactly."
***
Later that night, Yugi took a quick shower and changed into his pj's. Grandpa wouldn't be home for a while so Yami was free of the Millennium Puzzle. He was restless, constantly moving, turning the t.v. on, and then flicking it off. Yugi crawled into bed and turned on his radio. It felt good not to have the feeling that another spirit was inside you. There was no doubt in Yugi's mind that he cared about Yami, he'd just rather keep his thoughts to himself sometimes. Taking his Millennium Puzzle off he placed it on the bedside and patted it. Below him, Yami paced in the kitchen. His mind was tired from thought. //I know I have seen that girl. In the park...and before...// Yami sat down and ran his fingers through his hair. A rebellious bang drifted into his sight and he flicked it away. Sighing, he leaned back and tried to sleep. The couch was much more comfortable but Yami needed to get up as soon as possible if anything happened. He knew he was being silly but he couldn't help thinking that something was going to pop out of a corner or scare him half to death. His mind started to relax as he inhaled the sweet air from the open window. Soon he couldn't keep his eyes open. From upstairs, Yugi heard the movement stop and sighed with relief. He rolled over and faced his window, looking out at the star speckled sky and the dark street. The tired yellow glow of the street light made the street look peaceful. Suddenly Yugi saw something move near the bright light of the moon. A dark shape swooped through the bluish clouds. It spun up and down and over the tree tops, then returned to the sky. Yugi watched, fascinated. A bird, maybe? But the shape was too big. The creature suddenly swooped in front of the moonlight. It's shadow was huge, ominous...definitely no bird. "Yami!" shouted Yugi.
Downstairs, Yami's amethyst eyes snapped open. His mind clicked to a start and he jumped up. "Yugi?!" He ran up the stairs and jumped into Yugi's room.
"Look!" whispered Yugi. Yami was expecting something like a rabid dog to be terrorizing Yugi, but instead he saw nothing, just his light sitting near the window, pointing up.
"What is it, aibou?" he panted, out of breath.
"Something near the moon...what is it?"
Just as he said that, and Yami approached the window, a beautiful call, like a whale, drifted over the rooftops. Yami's mouth dropped open as he looked at the huge shape in front of the moon.
"I, I don't know. It has a tail, and, and a kind of beak, and huge wings..."
"It looks like a dragon!" exclaimed Yugi. He laughed. "Like from the cards! But it's probably just a weird plane, or a bird or something."
The King of Games was speechless. To anyone who had never participated in the Shadow Games, it could be thought that it was merely their eyes playing tricks on them. But the golden pharaoh knew that the giant creature was all too familiar, all too real. It wasn't a joke and Yugi was right. It was a dragon.
~*~*~ Well there ya go! In this story I'm gonna be describing the Shadow Games differently, instead of using stone slabs as cards they actually brought the monsters to life and fought with them outside of the shadow realm...anyone can participate but of course, people with Sennen Items get the edge;-) R&R please!