Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Common Grounds ❯ Circumstances ( Chapter 3 )

Mistress: Alas the third chapter is here. I hope you enjoy.

 

Chapter 3: Circumstances

 

When I enter the room this time you are nowhere to be found. Even so I sit down at my chair and open the books to the page we left off on. I wait patiently in the glow of the firelight as the cold wind bangs on the windows. I hear the door open and there you are standing, checks red and a huge jacket wrapped around you. You apologize and I say it is alright. You eagerly shed your jacket and take your place at my feet. Once again I resume the story…

 

Yami was twitching uncomfortably in the suit his mother had made him wear. It was a dress shirt and a red tie, black slacks, and black socks. His golden bangs had been smoother and combed out. He stood in front of his silver edged body length mirror scowling. Behind him his best friends Marik and Bakura were laughing their asses off. It was truly a humorous sight to see the number one jock dress up so formally.

 

Of course the young jock had not lain down and taken it. At first he had done nothing but stare perplexed at his mother. Then as she was marching up the white marble stairs he asked why he was to dress so formally, but not it so many words.

 

His question was closer to, “Why the fuck do I have to wear that shit?”

 

With any other mother that kind of vulgar language would've surely gotten him or her grounded. Yami's mother, however, cursed herself when not in social situations. Her answer had been a simple because I said so. Grudgingly Yami had complied. Mrs. Moto of course had offered some suits to Bakura and Marik, who immediately refused them.

 

Still glaring at his reflection Yami ran his hand through his spikes spreading them about.

 

“You look so….uhm….dazzling Yami dear,” Bakura said faking a strong British accent.

 

The said boy whirled around and glared icily.

 

“I didn't think that big of a word was in your dictionary,” Yami said while pulling at his tie.

 

“YAMI! DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT PULLING THAT TIE OFF!” the chipper voice of Mrs. Moto rang through the halls.

 

Looking shocked Yami moved his hands away from his tie, “How does she do that?”

 

Both of his childhood companions shrugged and went back to poking fun at Yami. This continued for a few more minutes until Marik suddenly stopped and moved toward the window. He pushed the red curtains aside and strained his neck to look at the front yard.

 

“Is your sister coming in a Silver Limo?” Marik questioned turning back to them.

 

Before Yami could utter a word Yami's mom's voice bellowed up at them, “YOU'RE SISTER HAS ARRIVER! GET YOUR SKINNY REARS DOWN HERE!”

 

Grinning madly Bakura and Marik dashed for the door. Seeing as they weren't the brightest stars in the sky they both got stuck in the wooden door frame. Bakura's and Marik's noses were touching and their legs were tangled in another. Sighing and shaking his head Yami lifted his foot and kicked them through the door.

 

The two landed on the floor with a loud thump. Bakura rubbed his butt and glared up at the tri-color haired teen. Yami only smirked and started walking down the stairs. Seeing as he was not waiting for them Marik and Bakura scrambled after him.

 

The three arrived in the grand hall to find Yami's father conversing with someone at the door. It was definitely a he, most likely the limo driver. Mrs. Moto was straightening the family portraits and other artworks that graced their walls. Blowing out a small puff of air onto the blue ceramic vase she quickly scrubbed it.

 

Rolling his eyes at his mother's frantic cleansing of the smallest specks he turned to the door. His father had just moved away and was causally waving good bye to the man that had previously been at their door. Moving aside he spread out his arm.

 

“Everyone this is Yumi Sakura but as of recently Yumi Moto,” Yami's stepfather announced grandly.

 

As he finished his sentence a body moved through the door. A collective gasp was heard from the four people who had yet to see her. She had long black hair, outlined in dark pink, and two ruby bangs. She had mysterious misty azure eyes and a pale complexion. She wore black eye liner and had spilt blood red lips. Yumi also had three piercings one each ear from which various crosses or dice hung. She wore a black shirt with a white message scribbled onto it. It said `I graduated from the Psycho Ward a few days ago! Wanna play?'(A/N my quote) She had on a tiny, school style (Japanese stereotypical school style) skirt in red and black and white checkered socks that reached her knees. Across her chest she had a gray bag slung.

 

Behind her there were three suitcases, all a dull gray color. After Yami had processed how his sister had changed in appearance he thought back to what his father had said.

 

“You said Yumi Motou,” Yami stated looking squarely at his father.

 

“Ah yes…well certain…circumstances have left her in our care,” Mr. Motou said carefully while glancing at Yumi.

 

Instead of answering the boys question it only brought more to the surface.

 

“She will be sleeping in you room for now Yami, oh and tomorrow I had better find you at school, Yumi will be joining you there as well,” Mrs. Motou said after embracing her daughter.

 

Yami nodded absent mindedly and stared at his two friends for help. Smiling somewhat apologetically his two childhood friends headed out the door and out of site. Yami sighed and looked at his sister once again. My had she changed. Then again, so had he. Motioning silently for Yumi to follow, he lead the way to his…no…their room.

 

I close the book and make sure that our book mark is safely secured between the pages. I ask you what you think of Yumi. You do not know for sure but tell me your opinion until now. You also ask what happened to Yumi. I smirk in silent satisfaction that you are interested in this story. I put my finger to my lips and whisper `it's a secret'. I laugh as you grimace and try to glare at me. Pretty soon you are laughing too. I help you with your coat and watch as you leave the room. I open the book again to look ahead at what you might be enjoying next…until tomorrow.

 

 

AUTHORS BLAH BLAH

 

I actually have some studying to do but I am working as hard as I can. I'm actually having an easier time writing this than I am with my other stories. (I only pray that this is a good Omen) I may change the description of Yumi to something more detailed…did I provide sufficient information? If there are small gaps you do not know they should be revealed further into the story. What else….nothing else really to point out.