Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fly Away Home ❯ Rhytm of the Reign ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: Plain and simple. I do not own Yugioh.

A/N: Howdy all. For some reason unbeknownst to me, this chapter was exceedingly difficult to write. I've been looking forward to writing it, and when I got here I just stared at the computer screen with this blank look on my face. Blah. Anyway, I hope it turned out to your guys liking.

Fly Away Home

By Ocean

Chapter Three: Rhythm of the Reign

Sugoroku sighed has he made his way over to the hallway closet. He glanced at Yuugi's bedroom door as he reached into the closet, searching for a particular box. After his return from the hospital the night before, Yuugi had eaten a quick dinner with his grandfather before retiring to his room. He had not emerged since.

Sugoroku grumbled as he pushed aside yet another box of pictures that he hadn't found the time to organize into albums. He had never seen Yuugi so unnerved before. His eyes had been distant, glazed over with thoughts that he kept to himself. He wasn't upset... at least Sugoroku didn't think he was. Preoccupied? Perhaps.

Whatever was bothering his grandson, Sugoroku was determined to figure out the problem. There was one guaranteed action that would make Yuugi talk. Sugoroku had been surprised how open the usually reserved boy could be, and he figured that now was a time that Yuugi needed to talk.

With a small exclamation of triumph, Sugoroku pulled the elusive box out from behind an old easel that had been placed unceremoniously in the closet to spend the rest of its retirement. The box contained no miracle ointment or truth telling agent. Just small, interlocking pieces that, when placed together correctly, formed a larger image.

A puzzle. The key to Yuugi's heart.

Walking over to Yuugi's door, Sugoroku knocked gently, shuffling the box in his hands. When he recieved no reply he knocked again, this time opening the door and entering the room. Yuugi was sitting under his skylight, engrossed with the two pieces of paper set in front of him. Sugoroku came and stood behind him, looking over the top of his hair at the drawings. The two were very similar, both with the same subject and carrying an Egyptian theme. One was more detailed than the other. Possibly a second draft.

"When did you draw those?" Sugoroku asked quietly, so not to startle Yuugi.

Yuugi did not turn to address his grandfather, though he did straighten his posture. His eyes stayed glued on his drawings. He betrayed no surprise at having Sugoroku in his room, even though he had yet to acknowledge him.

"I was wondering if you would care to join me in the attempt of this puzzle?" Sugoroku tried again. He was not offended by Yuugi's silence. Not yet, anyway. He understood that Yuugi needed his privacy, perhaps more than the ordinary person did. But Sugoroku was unwilling to allow that need to overshadow Yuugi's welfare.

"Puzzle?" Yuugi asked as he finally looked at his grandfather. He admitted, being hopelessly addicted to puzzles wasn't his most mature of character traits. But he loved them nonetheless.

Puzzles were a representation of simplicity. True, the complexity of the many small and various sized pieces could appear overwhelming at first glance. Yet each piece had a single purpose, a solitary statement to make. There was no question as to its purpose. One goal, one expectation, one placement... Simple.

The one thing Yuugi's life had never been.

Seeing that Yuugi was successfully hooked, Sugoroku turned and made his way into the kitchen. Placing the box on the table, he could hear the `pitter-pat' of bare feet as Yuugi exited his room and took a direct path to the table. He flipped the box unceremoniously and went to work arranging the loose pieces. Straight edges were separated from uneven pieces, and then further isolated into similar colors and patterns.

The grandfather - grandson pair attacked the puzzle without mercy. War had been declared, and it was not one the Motou family intended to lose. Of course, Sugoroku had not anticipated the battle to be conducted in silence. In twenty minutes of intense puzzle-ing Yuugi had not uttered a word.

"Yuugi?" Sugoroku ventured.

"Hmm?" Yuugi responded, though there was not much conviction in his reply. He was currently engaged in finding a rather elusive puzzle piece that would complete a fluffy white cloud.

Sugoroku nudged his otherwise occupied grandson under the table with his foot. Yuugi lifted his head, confusion melting away into a sheepish smile. "Yes, Ji-chan?"

Nodding his head in approval, Sugoroku took the puzzle piece in Yuugi's hand and placed it in its proper place. Stifling the chuckle that threatened to escape at Yuugi's awed expression, he decided that now was a safe time to venture into the thoughts of his grandson.

"How are you, Yuugi? Are you feeling alright?" Sugoroku asked.

Yuugi nodded as he shifted in his chair to better reach a targeted puzzle piece. "I'm okay. Doing better," he answered as he grinned in triumph. The piece fit perfectly, so instead of a large group of red pieces with a hole in the middle, he now had a large group of red pieces with a blue spot in the middle. Wait a minute...

Sugoroku leaned back in his chair and watched as Yuugi again submerged himself in the puzzle. Several times he had given Yuugi the opportunity to open up to him. To talk about whatever it was that was bothering him. And there was no doubt in his mind that something was troubling Yuugi. Every time Sugoroku tried to raise the topic Yuugi diverted the conversation elsewhere. Sugoroku had had enough.

"Yuugi," he began. Yuugi immediately lifted his head at the unusual sternness in Sugoroku's voice. "If I am prying into something personal, then so be it. But it's tearing me apart knowing that something is bothering you and you're unwilling to tell me what it is so I can help you."

The joyfulness that had encompassed Yuugi faded as he listened to his grandfather. In an attempt to deal with his problem himself, he had unwittingly caused the person he loved most unnecessary agitation and worry. He lowered his eyes to the table, lazily placing another puzzle piece in its designated place.

Sugoroku kept a weary eye on his grandson as Yuugi slumped in his chair. Perhaps he had been too harsh with his tone. Maybe he was worrying over nothing, and had merely rushed into a situation that would have resolved itself by tomorrow. Yuugi did not respond well to forcefulness. As a child, he had been forced to do many things he did not want to by the other kids in school. His small stature and quite personality had made him a prime target for some of his more aggressive peers.

A large sigh broke him from his thoughts. Refocusing on the squirming body in front of him, Sugoroku rose an eyebrow in silent question, encouraging Yuugi to speak his mind. Yuugi rubbed his forehead before leaning forward in his chair, resting his arms on the table. After a false start, he finally spoke.

"You know how sometimes you can't find your lucky pencil?" Yuugi asked quietly, looking his grandfather in the eye. He continued at Sugoroku's confirmation. "You know it's silly, but you don't feel right without it. Heh, you once went two weeks without finishing a crossword puzzle because you couldn't find it." He chuckled at the memory.

"I never quite understood how one thing could hold such value. Why you feel empty without it. But you do. So you and I search the shop and the house for hours on end until we find it. And you have such a smile on your face when we find it. You're happy. Like you are complete again..." Yuugi trailed off as he lowered his eyes to the table.

Sugoroku sat stiffly in his chair. He didn't understand why Yuugi was talking about his pencil. It was silly. The mechanical pencil had been the first writing utensil used in regards to the shop. It had been with him a long time, each year gaining in sentimental value. Yuugi was perceptive; Sugoroku did feel empty, even a little lost without his pencil in his pocket. The pencil filled an emptiness within him. But what relevance this had to Yuugi's problem he could not discern.

Of course, Yuugi was a very symbolic person. His paintings and drawings all held their own symbolism, their own perspective meanings. Perhaps that was what Yuugi was alluding to, what the pencil represented to Sugoroku. His eyes meet Yuugi's again, a crisp clarity inherent within. He was both relieved and troubled by Yuugi's next words.

"I think I have found my pencil."

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Pegasus closed the door to his son's room and discretely turned the locking mechanism, sealing the room from outside influence. The candles burned with a fiery passion in attempt to illuminate the shadows that lurked in every corner. The heart monitor was silenced as Pegasus made his way to the bed. He had tied his hair in a low ponytail, revealing a large and golden eyepiece in place of his left eye.

"Are you certain about this?"

Pegasus glared at the man standing by the shaded window. He was tall with broad shoulders, a mass of gray hair that matched the color of his mustache perfectly on top of his head. He was plagued by a permanent infliction that forced him to wear sunglasses at all times, though Pegasus believed the man simply enjoyed the tough-guy image his shades represented. At any rate, he all but growled at his assistant for questioning him.

"How do you know he is the one?" Pegasus' assistant continued, unperturbed by his boss' intimidating manner. It was not as though he was acting out of character.

"He's the one, Croquet. I have seen it," Pegasus answered. A smirk marred his face as he turned to the side table beside the bed. That picture the artist Motou Yuugi had drawn had erased what little doubt had been in Pegasus' mind. He had done well in choosing to protect this boy. In doing so, he had presented himself with this opportunity to fulfill his most prominent desire.

Pegasus extended a hand to the bedside table, brushing his fingers against a golden Tetris shaped piece. It was just one of many such pieces that surrounded a partially completed three-dimensional puzzle. Upon completion, the puzzle would resemble an inverted pyramid. Or so he thought. The base of the pyramid had already been completed, but in five years of trying that was as much as Pegasus' had been able to accomplish. About six pieces in all.

Not very impressive.

"How fortunate it was for me to find him," Pegasus thought aloud as he turned the sheets down, exposing the young man in the bed. "What where the chances?"

Croquet stepped forward and lit the red candle in his hands with his cigarette lighter. "Fortunate," he replied. "I did not expect we would find the vessel so soon." He lowered the hospital gown from the shoulders of the body before him to expose a smooth chest. With a nod from Pegasus, he began to pour the melted wax of the candle in an intricate pattern onto the chest. There was no reaction from the young man.

"I would hardly consider five years of searching as soon," Pegasus drawled. He waited for Croquet to finish his design, then placed his open hands inches above the image. Croquet had drawn a replicate of the Eye of Horus with the melted wax. The icon was crucial in performing the ceremony correctly.

"Everything is in order, sir. Except for the puzzle," Croquet said as he stepped back towards the window. "The scrolls specifically mentioned the importance of its completion."

"They also said that the pharaoh's body would never again appear. Yet here it is. All it is lacking is the soul." Pegasus closed his eyes and held his body still. "Now, be silent until it is over."

The room was absolutely still. The only movement came from the several flames of candles that shook with growing anticipation. Orange and red flickered across the metallic surface of the medical equipment, casting an angry sheen across the room. Pegasus' lips parted as he spoke a single word too quietly to hear.

A gust of wind burst into the room, swirling around its occupants. The candles fought violently against the sudden intrusion that threatened to end their existence. Pegasus did not acknowledge the change as he tilted his head, straining against an invisible force. A bead of sweat forged a path down the side of his face.

Though unnerved, Croquet showed no outward emotion. The details of the ceremony had been omitted from the scrolls. All he and Pegasus knew for certain was that upon completion of the ceremony, the soul of a pharaoh was supposed to return to its body. Why the two had been separated was never mentioned. Why Pegasus wished to reunite the two was also a mystery.

A few moments after the appearance of the wind, Pegasus' golden eye began to shine in a soft haze. The pieces of the puzzle began to radiate in a similar fashion, its golden light edged with a silver luster. The light quickly intensified, forcing Croquet to shield his eyes even though he was wearing sunglasses.

The formerly prone body lying in the bed began to twitch. The head rolled on the pillow as though trying to turn away from an unavoidable enemy. Brows were furrowed while lips where pulled tight in a grimace. The heart monitor flashed fervently, indicating a sudden and rapid increase in heart rate.

The image of the Eye of Horus darkened in color, turning from the bright red of the candle to the deep hue of rust. The room was growing hot, the harsh wind circulating the heat of the candles and the bodies within. The heat caused the wax to begin melting, running in rivulets down skin glistening with sweat.

The brilliant light that surrounded the golden items of Pegasus' eye and the incomplete puzzle unexpectedly jumped with the ferocity of a lightening bolt from their respective objects, plunging into the image of Horus' Eye. The eye erupted into flames, becoming a burning effigy on the chest it adorned.

The body arched at the force of impact the light created as it continued to feed the flames. Slender fingers clenched against the bed sheets and muscles strained at the intensity of the action. Eyes snapped open as the flames reversed themselves and burned inward into the body beneath them, leaving a darkly glowing image of the Eye of Horus in their place. Numerous vines of crimson penetrated the brown eyes, as though the fire itself was claiming them for its own, burning away the evidence of their previous color. In one blink, all hints of the original brown color were gone. Only brilliant crimson remained.

And then it was over. The wind disappeared as mysteriously as it had arrived. The golden light faded and the pieces of their origin returned to their dull and muted hue. The body fell back onto the bed, muscles lax and eyes closed.

Pegasus slumped forward, bracing himself on the bed with his forearms. He was panting heavily; he expected the ceremony to consume a great deal of his energy, but had underestimated the shear force of exhaustion that now plagued him.

After a few moments of panting, Pegasus straightened himself. He removed his hair from its ponytail as he gazed down at the once again still body lying in the bed. Pegasus smiled to himself as he noticed the visual changes in his adopted son's body. The form was longer, slimmer... more athletic in appearance. There was more muscle tone in the chest and arms, and no doubt in the legs as well. The strands of hair that framed the face were now blonde, as were many highlights that penetrated the black mass. The style had changed slightly, a bit more erratic and angled than before.

Pegasus turned his triumphant smile to his assistant, who was just now lowering his arm from his face. Composing himself, Croquet nodded in agreement. It appeared that the ceremony had been successful even without the completion of the puzzle. The two were so engrossed in their accomplishment that neither was watching the object of their efforts.

With a sudden crash, Pegasus was thrown off his feet as his neglected son leapt from the bed. The man crashed to the floor, his body weak and unable to support his weight after so many years of stasis. Agonizingly he crawled towards the locked door on his hands and knees, jerking his head in irregular intervals.

Recovering from his shock, Croquet rushed over to Pegasus who was still lying on the floor. Kneeling down, he placed a hand behind his boss' shoulders and eased him to a sitting position, all the while casting glances towards the door.

"Not me, you fool!" Pegasus hissed. "Him!"

"But sir, the door is locked. He cannot leave the room," Croquet stated. He helped Pegasus to a standing position, bracing him as he tried to regain his balance.

"Imbecile!" Pegasus cried as he shoved Croquet and hastily turned to the door. He watched as the young man stared at the door handle, his head cocked to the side in contemplation. He muttered something in a language Pegasus could not understand and raised a hand in front of his face. A blue spark formed around the closed fist, crackling into life and disappearing just as quickly.

Realization dawning on him, Pegasus lunged towards the boy with the intent of pulling him away from the door. In a rare momentary lapse of judgement, Croquet reached out and grabbed his boss' arm.

The extra time this action allotted the young man at the door proved to be invaluable. Energy crackled around his hand again, black wisps of smoke encircling the closed fist until only the outline of the hand could be seen. Looking back at the metallic doorknob, he shot his hand forward and grabbed it in one swift motion. Twisting his wrist sharply, he tried to force the knob to relinquish its hold to no avail. Anger replaced confusion as he tried again. The energy surrounding his hand and the doorknob intensified with the change of emotion, the blue lightening returning in enraged sparks.

With a growl, the doorknob was ripped off the door and flung across the room. Pushing himself onto trembling legs, the man pushed his way through the door and into the brightly-lit hallway. A noise between a scream and a snarl erupted from his throat as he hastily raised his arms to cover his eyes, which had not had a chance to adapt from the dimly lit room from which he had emerged. Stumbling backwards, he collided with a crash cart that had been momentarily stashed in the hall. The resulting noise attracted the attention of the hospital staff.

Lowering his arms, narrowed eyes searched the hallway quickly as he contemplated his next move. A nervous tick caused his head to snap to the side every so often, distracting his thoughts. Shouts could be heard as nurses and orderlies rushed towards the disturbance.

A security guard that had stopped at the reception desk to flirt with the newest nurse made his way towards the young man crouched in front of a crash cart. Though anxious to prove himself in front of his latest romantic interest, the guard was hesitant to approach the man. There was a wild look in his... where his eyes red? His motions were erratic, jerky, almost as if he were having troubling controlling his body.

He looked outright insane.

"Hey buddy, you a'right?" the guard asked hesitantly, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. He tensed as the man turned his red eyes onto him, narrowed in suspicion and annoyance. Panic made itself known as his own wrist was grabbed, a searing heat racing through his body at the contact. A momentary clarity flashed over the red eyes fixed on the guard. Moments later, the guard dropped to the floor. Dead or unconscious, it was difficult to tell.

Pegasus, having witnessed the guard's collapse, was unable to keep the smirk from his face. It vanished quickly as crimson eyes noticed him, widened, and the body they were attached to attempted to stand. Forgetting his surroundings, Pegasus shouted at the boy.

"Damn it, Yami! Where do you think you are going?!"

The addressed paused, furrowing his brows in confusion. "Yam... ee?" he whispered. He didn't understand the word. Didn't understand anything that was happening. All the lights, the sounds... everything was so foreign. And he was unbelievably weak. His legs could barely support his weight as he was forced to hold on to the strange cart behind him. He needed to...

"Crawford-san! Your son, he's awake!" a woman's voice shouted.

"Excellent observation, Miss Umeko. Now, would you care to be useful, or to continue stating the obvious?" Pegasus sneered. Umeko held her ground, though she did lower her eyes at Pegasus' scolding. "My son is having difficulty... We need to get him back to his bed."

Pegasus was interrupted as his son took off down the hall, running as fast as he was able. He bumped into everyone he passed, knocking both himself and his victims off balance. Pegasus shouted after him again.

"You've decided to call him `Yami'?" Umeko asked as she followed Pegasus, who was currently pursuing his escaping son. It seemed like an inappropriate name for such a handsome young man. Blushing slightly at the thought, Umeko decided that perhaps `darkness' was not wholly unsuited to the man. He was darkly colored, elegant, attractive, mysterious... The more she thought on it, the more she agreed that `Yami' was a befitting name. Yes, indeed it was.

A gasp escaped from Umeko's throat. Realizing that his exits had been blocked, Yami had collapsed against the far wall of a T-junction intersection. An unfortunate orderly had walked by him as he fell, and now found himself pulled against the smaller frame in a strangle hold.

Yami's eyes were clenched shut as he tried to control the unpredictable shaking of his head. He was only slightly aware of the body he was clenching to himself. Jumbled words poured from his lips as he struggled to get his thoughts in some semblance of order. He was unable to focus... unable to think... Suddenly his world had become loud and bright and unbearable. And he didn't have a clue what to do to stop it all.

The whirlwind of Yami's emotions triggered the emergence of the blue electricity and black smoke that had surrounded his hand earlier. Their sudden appearance effectively caused the orderly to panic, screaming for someone to help him. He struggled in Yami's grasp, which was remarkably strong for someone who had been in a coma for so many years. The electricity shocked him severely.

All those who had come to surround the two bodies on the floor watched in fear as the black smoke expanded in tendrils that began to encircle both Yami and his prisoner. Like a snake the smoke coiled around arms and legs before clasping itself to the orderly's chest. The man let out a yelp at the contact, the tangibility and coldness of the smoke surprising him. He found himself unable to move.

Yami's body relaxed slightly. A miniscule calmness began to settle in his mind and he took the opportunity to rest from the onslaught of emotions that bombarded him. He was unaware of the sudden stillness of the body leaning against him. But he was aware of the energy that was flowing into his body. The much needed energy his body so desperately required. Yami wasn't about to question its source.

"What's going on?"

Pegasus turned towards the sound, recognizing the quiet voice immediately. He stepped aside so the young man could see what had drawn such a crowd.

"My son woke up, Yuugi."

Yuugi's eyes doubled in size as his jaw hung open loosely. Pegasus almost chuckled at the gaping fish in front of him. Yuugi appeared to be more surprised than the hospital staff. It was really quite amusing. Or would have been if Pegasus was not in such a foul mood.

Yuugi continued to stare at Pegasus. It was irrational, he knew, but he was afraid to turn his head. He had woken up? His mystery stranger was awake? If he was, he was no longer a dream and would not remain a mystery. He was really real.

Reality had come and punched Yuugi straight in the face.

Closing his mouth and swallowing his fear, Yuugi finally turned his head to look at his stranger. Instantly he recognized the changes in appearance. He could not deny that the added features appealed to him greatly. The highlights in his stranger's hair accentuated the chiseled face perfectly, creating depth and definition that added to his mysterious allure.

Pegasus remained still as Yuugi made his way forward, slowly approaching Yami, who had not yet noticed him. He blocked Croquet's path as his assistant made to stop Yuugi. Pegasus had not overlooked the interest Yuugi had shown in his son the previous day. Or the look that was in his violet eyes now. He was interested to see what the young painter would do.

Yuugi came to a halt in front of Yami, kneeling before him and his captive. He wasn't sure what it was he was doing, or what he wanted to do for that matter. A jerk of the orderly's body caught Yuugi's attention. It was only then that he noticed the black chains of smoke that encircled both men. A wave of nervousness passed through his body at the sight.

But he did not back away.

He found himself leaning forward instead, his hands braced on his knees, willing his stranger to open his eyes. His sharply angled eyes that were different from any Yuugi had ever seen. After returning home from the hospital the night before, he had longed to know what color the man's eyes were. Even though Pegasus had told him that his eyes were brown, Yuugi held the firm belief that he was wrong. His stranger's eyes simply had to be an exotic color... unusual like his own.

"Hey," Yuugi said quietly before realizing he was going to say anything. The word had just popped out of his mouth. His stranger's head snapped up at the sound of his voice, having not known that someone was so close to him. A soft smile painted Yuugi's face as he was finally rewarded with the knowledge he so desperately wanted.

"Beautiful," he whispered. Yuugi shook his head slightly to break himself from his trance. "I-I mean, uh... My name's Yuugi." His smile faltered a moment as his stranger eyed him suspiciously.

Yami's breathing was shallow as he starred at the man in front of him. The sudden interruption of his calm state had left him feeling anxious and empty. The smoke that entangled him and his captive slowly dispersed. Yami's thoughts were rapidly tangling themselves again despite his best efforts to keep them straight. And this guy kept talking to him in a language he didn't understand and frankly didn't want to. He snorted in disdain.

Yuugi was at a loss at what to do next. His beautiful stranger showed little interest in him. Showed little interest in his surroundings. Of course, he had awoken only moments before. He sighed as he tried to keep his disappointment at bay. He didn't know what he had expected... well, that wasn't entirely true. He had expected his stranger to be as excited to see him as he had been. As eager to look into the other's eyes and find that missing piece of his soul.

Yami watched him from the corner of his eye, his interest having been peaked at Yuugi's sigh. It was yet another thing he did not understand. Why did this man look so disturbed by his dismissal? They did not know each other, so such an action should have had no affect on him. So why did he run his hand through his hair and look at him with such sad eyes? Why did he look so... despondent? Yami's head twitched violently to the side. Too many questions. Far too many questions. No answers. None. Damn it all.

The orderly, who had remained quite after being freed from the smoke's binding affect, tried to seize the opportunity of his captor's distraction and lunged forward out of his grip. The movement startled both Yuugi and Yami as the orderly crashed into Yuugi, sending both of them to the floor. Enraged by the action, Yami's hand shot forward, for the third time that day covered in the mysterious black smoke and electricity. His eyes were hard, cold, and an even deeper shade of red than before.

Whoever his intended target had been was unimportant as Yami's hand grasped firmly onto Yuugi's wrist. Yuugi froze at the contact, gaping wide-eyed at Yami around the body that lay on top of him. There was nothing at all pleasant about the sensation. The smoke and electricity shot up his arm with the speed of a leopard and wrapped around his head. Yuugi immediately began to feel drowsy, his thoughts slowing until they were no longer capable of moving.

Yami remained motionless as he watched Yuugi's body slump to the floor. He ignored the ungraceful departure of the orderly as he stumbled into the crowd. Yami did not relinquish his grip. In fact, he found himself unable to do so. The energy that was pouring into his body was unbelievable. It filled him far more profoundly than the orderly's had.

Yami was unable to think more on the subject as he felt a sharp pain in his upper arm. Releasing Yuugi's wrist he turned toward the woman who was quickly backing away from him. He tried to stand, to reach out and attack the one that had attacked him. He was unable to as he felt his body relax against his wishes and his eyelids begin to close. The smoke and electricity dissipated into the air as he fought the unconsciousness until the very end, finally giving in to the sedative that had been injected into his system.

"Good work, Miss Umeko," Pegasus congratulated as he walked over to his son and knelt beside him. "I thank you. I knew that Yami was in the best of hands here."

Umeko passed the syringe in her hand to the nurse behind her before walking over to check on Yuugi. She nodded her head to Pegasus' gratitude as she placed her fingers on the underside of Yuugi's wrist. His pulse was slower than she would have liked, but it was strong and rhythmic as it should be. She smiled as soft eyes blinked at her.

"Be still now, Yuugi. Everything will be fine," Umeko told Yuugi in a reassuring voice. Yuugi weakly nodded his head before looking over at Yami, concern written on his face as he noticed the motionless body. "He's alright. Just asleep. Now conserve your strength," Umeko commanded gently.

Not having the energy to protest, Yuugi rested his head back on the floor. He watched as Pegasus lifted his son into his arms, shooing away the nurses who tried to aid him. His eyes didn't leave the still form of his stranger until Pegasus turned into the room that had been his prison for five years.

No.

Not a stranger.

Not anymore.

His mysterious stranger now had a name.

And his eyes certainly were not brown.