Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Destined ❯ sitting ( Chapter 4 )

*I don't own ygo, or its characters, I do however own Samantha and Kristol.*

 

Chapter 4

Sitting

 

As it became noon, Yami heard footsteps behind him. Turning around he saw Samantha staggering away from the stairs.

 

“Samantha! What are you doing? You should be resting with a wound that serious.” He said with worry. Sam grunted a laugh.

 

“You've got a lot too learn about me you're highness.” She smirked. “I don't like sleeping all day, I'm normally very active.”

 

“That doesn't matter, your going to start bleeding again.” Yami said running over to her to help her to the couch, but she refused.

 

“I can walk by my se—ah” Samantha cringed as her wounds took the better of her. Yami snickered despite himself.

 

“I told you.” He smiled. Samantha glared at him but allowed Yami to pick her up in his arms and carry her over to the couch.

 

“Where's Yugi?” Sam asked after she surrendered to Yamis rule of sitting down for the rest of the day.

 

“At school I offered to stay here to keep an eye on you.” He explained. “You see I don't exactly need to go to school.”

 

“That makes sense” Sam nodded. Yami looked at her for several minutes, her dark blue eyes looked so mystic and wise.

 

“Can I ask you something Sam?” Yami finally asked her. Sam looked up at him.

 

“Sure,” She nodded.

 

“How do you and Kristol know so much about me?” he asked staring into her eyes. Sam laughed quietly.

 

“What I know, Kristol told me. But apparently our kind goes further back then Egypt... much, much further. We know quite a bit about the world's history.” Sam explained, that didn't seem to help Yami much and he made a face to show it. Samantha read his thoughts through his eyes.

 

“I'm not the one to answer your questions, Yami. I only met Kristol two years ago. I don't know every thing.” She said with a sigh. “Sorry.”

 

“That's fine.” Yami sighed. “Yet again I continue my search for my memory.” He smiled.

 

“You're pretty optimistic about it.” Sam said raising an eyebrow.

 

“My memory has been lost for five million years; it won't kill me for it to be lost a little bit longer.”

 

“No I don't suppose it would.” Sam smiled.

 

A silence followed for some time. Sam looked like she was thinking deeply about something while she toyed with her jewel around her neck. Yami noticed that she couldn't quite seem to keep her right hand still. Twiddling with what ever she could reach with that had, not once was it still. She pulled a smug face and looked around toward him, then averted her eyes elsewhere.

 

“Is something the matter?” Yami asked carefully.

 

“Do you have paper… and a pencil?” she asked looking over at him again. “I need to draw something before I go crazy. That's the only why I can ever sit still for long amounts of time is if I'm drawing something.” She explained a bored, but anxious tone in her voice.

 

“Uh… maybe a pencil… would line paper suffice?” Yami asked. No one here drew much… Yugi had some notebooks though for school. But Samantha made a face saying that she would rather not use that.

 

“That's fine I guess.”

 

“I could go over to your house… I'm sure you've got some… if you want.” Yami offered. Samantha eyed him suspiciously, but she nodded.

 

“The back doors unlocked… there's probably some paper on the table.” She said. Yami stood up and started towards the back door… he stopped momentarily turning to meet Samantha's eyes.

 

“You promise you won't wonder around the house?” he said eyeing her expression suspiciously. She smiled and shook her head, her grin telling him that she was thinking to do just that. Tilting his head in a disapproving way, Yami gave her a serious look before leaving through the door.

 

He walked around to the back of Samantha's house; her back yard was over grown and ill kept. But Yami ignored it. When he walked through the back door, the house was better kept then the yard… but it was littered with drawings, paints, and other art products. He could see that there where finished pieces on the walls. Most of them were animals, both real and mythical. Some of the animals though, were things that Yami couldn't decipher. One of which Yami recognized as Kristol.

 

`Damn… she's good.' he thought as he whistled his awe.

 

Looking around he saw that he was in the kitchen. There was a table next to the wall adjacent to him, and just as Sam said, there were several pads of paper just laying there. Grabbing it he saw a set of house keys and figured that he should lock the door on the way out.

 

Checking that the key fit the lock, he closed the door and started towards the front yard… he stopped… that black and gold dog that he saw the other day was staring at him again. As their eyes met, it turned to walk away; Yami couldn't help but realize that it had a slight limp in its step. Curiosity took over as it turned and walked toward the game den, but when Yami turned around the tall wooden fence… the dog was gone, all that was there was a small black bird left in its wake. After looking at Yami once the bird took flight and disappeared behind the house. Was he seeing things? Yami shook it off and stepped through the front door of the game den.

 

As he closed the door, the sound of another door closing came from the other side of the house, and Yami noticed that Sam was no longer on the couch.

 

“Sam…” Yami said as she walked into the room. She had a false innocents in her smile, as he raised an eyebrow at her. As she lowered her head and walked toward the couch, Yamis eyes fell onto her bare feet… with each step he noticed that her heels didn't touch the floor once, stepping only with her toes, and despite her limp she had a certain elegance in her stride. The first thing that came to his mind was `cat' he shook his head and held out the paper to her before sitting down on a recliner.

 

Yamis thoughts trailed back to the dog. It was so strange looking, and how could a dog that size, disappear like that? Samantha must have felt his confusion because she looked up at him from her paper.

 

“Is something the matter?” she asked.

 

“It's this black dog; I haven't seen it around before.” He said.

 

“Oh she's probably just a stray.” Sam said casually, her attention back on her work. Yami raised an eyebrow at her.

 

“She? How do you know it's a girl?” he asked. Sam looked up at him quickly before she drew her eyes to the paper again but she didn't start drawing right away.

 

“I—I've seen her around… I can tell.” She mumbled. Yami eyes her suspiciously.

 

“How?”

 

“Um…” Sam thought for a moment while avoiding his eyes “cause…I… you know what forget about it, drop the subject.” She finished quickly.

 

Yami would have continued his questioning, but the door opened again and Yugi came into the living room.

 

“Hey, Sam, feeling better?” he said with a forced smile. She rolled her eyes but ignored the tenseness in his voice.

 

“I would be better if someone…” she shot a look at Yami “… would let me walk around.”

 

“You can hardly stand.” Yami shot at her.

 

“I can too stand!” she said getting up from the couch, she made to walk forward toward him intending to whack him across the head, but again she stumbled forward. Yami shot up from his chair and caught her for the second time. She growled at him as he laughed.

 

“Now will you sit?” he asked. Samantha glared daggers at him as she fell back to the couch folding her arms in protest. “At least we know you've got the energy.” Yami teased. Sam snorted.

 

“These aren't that bad.” She insisted stubbornly.

 

“Still, you're not moving till those cuts stop bleeding.” Yami grinned. The look on Sams face made both boys laugh.

 

*Sorry for the shortness, but there's not much that happens in this chapter and I cant think of anything else to make it longer. But anyways I hope you like it so far, please review.*