Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Changes ❯ Peeling Furniture Days ( Chapter 7 )

Author's Notes: *holds up chapter* Hey, where's the plot? Heeere, plotty, plotty, plotty...guess that's why I titled the chapter what I did...*whistles* heeeere plot, where aaare you plot...

Changes

Chapter Seven: Peeling Furniture Days

Someone's mind altered by being part wolf? This was not good.

Yugi shuddered at the thought of his friend not caring whether someone lived or died. That just wasn't like Tristan! He was quiet but he said what he meant, and he wasn't that smart but he thought logically, and he kept calm most of the time and he wasn't unnerved too easily. Joey sometimes rubbed him the wrong way, but they were still such close friends...almost brothers, it seemed.

"Yugi?" Bakura waved a hand in front of his friend's face. He'd been staring forward with a blank expression on his face for almost three minutes now, and they could tell he was not talking to Yami. That usually only lasted for a second. Yugi blinked and looked up at the silver-haired boy.

"Yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine...just worried about Tristan."

"I understand...what a way to find out that werewolves exist, huh?"

"Yeah..." Yugi immediately returned to being quiet and staring blankly forward. Werewolves...how many were there out there? And where was the one that had bitten Tristan? Had it gone away or...or was it still there? Lurking in the shadows, just waiting for someone to come along and...he shivered at the gruesome thought. He looked over at Joey and was a little surprised to see him blinking back tears, even if some fell anyway. The poor boy missed his friend so much...and he could have killed him with that silver switchblade.

And suddenly a strange thought entered his mind. Why would Joey have a switchblade that was part silver? Why would he have one at all? He had been part of a gang once, but he still wouldn't have gotten something as expensive as silver blade. Knowing Joey, he would have settled for something that was made of the same material as a fork (and he might have just used the fork), but why had he skipped so many lunches and saved up so much money just for a silver knife he wasn't going to use? Then again, why did people go to such lengths to get a bean-bag toy or a plastic doll or a rare coin? People had collections to suit their interests, so perhaps Joey had a sort of collection going. He always was a little strange...

"What are you thinking about now?"

"Bakura! You startled me!"

"Sorry..."

"Well," Yugi lowered his voice to a whisper, "I was thinking about Joey. Why he has that silver switchblade. Do you think he has a collection of some sort?"

"Knowing him and that ridiculous accent he probably has a lot of gangster-like things." The two boys chuckled at the joke and Joey glared at them.

"I heard that! Who has the ridiculous accent, ya British pansy?! Go back to London! Get eaten by a werewolf there, preferably an American one!"

"How dare you! I'll have you know I do NOT come from London, you Yankee twit!"

"I'm NOT a Yankee!"

"You are, too!"

"Queen Elizabeth's a man and she wore army boots to bed with the King!"

"Your grandfather was Al Capone!"

"Shakespeare was French!"

"GUYS!" Téa shouted, giving them both a look that said 'Shut the hell up or I'll show you what's worse than thirty werewolves!'. They immediately quieted and Yugi fell to the floor laughing. All three gave him death glares.

"I can't *giggle* help it! *hiccup* You two *snicker* know the silliest *hiccup* insults!"

"Twit."

"Fern head."

"BOYS!"

"Sorry..."

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Golden eyes looked around his domain. The beautiful tunnels had been built to be part of the sewer but never connected to it. There was one place, however; a tall, cylindrical room crisscrossed with metal catwalks that lead into the tunnels and eventually to a metal stair that went down to an opening to a drain. The drain leaked water into the bottom of the room where another drain covered with a filter was supposed to suck it away. Lately the thing had become quite polluted with leaves and even more disgusting things, and what made matters worse was that the light from the lamp on one side of the room turned the water a sickly yellow with light of the same color. There were islands of asphalt here and there, perfect for trapping difficult prey.

The golden eyes belonged to a man who had long since forgotten his name and who he used to be. For over fifteen years he had been traveling from place to place and had finally come to rest at Domino City. He would move on soon, but that would be as soon as he killed that boy whom he had bitten. Werewolves sometimes trained those they had bitten, but that was usually in large cities where they killed bums and people with no families and no place to go, not even down. This was a relatively small place and he had no time to be training young cubs when it would just be easier to kill them. They would die anyway.

Some would call him insane. Others would say paranoid. Still others would say he was "emotionally challenged" or disturbed. The truth was that he was a werewolf, and he liked it.

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Olive-green eyes fluttered open, misty with fever and confusion. Maybe shifting so early was a bad idea...he groaned softly and curled himself tighter; a difficult feat since he was already in a fetal position.

Tristan was beginning to think like a human again. A little bit, anyway. He felt a longing for someone or something, and he wasn't sure what. The feeling he got from the scant and fever-clouded memories was so familiar and comforting...and oddly enough he couldn't remember what he was remembering.

The brunette's body was suddenly racked with coughs and he whimpered, shivering with the cold of only having torn jeans on. That person...who was he...was it even a he...? He couldn't remember anymore. Slowly he let the tranquil dark of unconsciousness take him and he slept once more.

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"Is this the place Joey?"

"Yeah, 'dis is weh I saw 'im the otheh day."

"I still say that accent is ridiculous..."

"I heard 'dat, you English muffin! Winston Churchill was full of shi-"

"If you two insult each other one more time I'll kick you both to the moon!"

"Yes, ma'am..."

"Do you have the potion, Seto?"

"In my pocket, Yugi. Just in case, does anyone have anything silver?"

"I got my switchblade, but I ain't usin' it on Tristan. I'd rather kill myself 'den kill my best buddy..."

"Then I'll take it."

"D'ya know how ta use it?"

"....Not exactly."

"You spoiled rich bastards are all alike..."

"You hush your barking, little Chihuahua. I can figure it out."

"I am NOT a Chihuahua! If ya don't use it right ya could hurt yerself! I'll just keep it, jeez..."

"Did I hear that right? Was the puppy worried I'd hurt myself?"

"Shyaddap or I'll find Tristan an' sic 'im on ya."

"If you don't watch your mouth-"

"Can we just go, please?"

"Fine by me, Yug'."

"...Whatever."

"I'm glad that's settled."

"Can I please go home? I mean really, I'm not cut out for werewolf hunting and-"

"Bakura?"

"Yes, Joey?'

"Shyaddap and follow us."

"......I really don't like this."

"I know, now shut up and follow."

"Yes sir...tally ho, I guess."

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Nearly finished! This chapter sucks, I know, but I'm not good at building up to a climax! *holds up fluffy cute werewolf puppy* But you'll keep reading for this li'l guy, won'tchya? Look at those big, cute eyes and tell me 'no'. *CHOMP* OW! Why you cotton-pickin' rabbit eater, I'll-"Arf! *wags tail*" ..........HOW CUTE! o^.^o *glomp*