Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Snowy Snowflakes ❯ A Merry Christmas To All! ( Chapter 3 )

             Crud! I’m soooo sorry! >< Thank you soo much for pointing out that the story wouldn’t allow anonymous reviewers. I could have sworn I had it so people could, but I guess I was wrong. Thank you!

           & nbsp;I can’t believe I managed to get this chapter up! I thought for sure I wouldn’t be able to finish it. ^^; Especially since I’m actually leaving on Christmas day to go on a vacation. >-< My own mom sent me away to visit my Uncle and Aunts and Christmas day! Oh well, I haven’t scene my Uncle since I was four and I’m leaving at seven PM, so I guess it doesn’t matter to much. I just wish I could relax a little on Christmas.

          & nbsp; Anyway, I would like to thank the one person who reviewed! ^^ I don’t know the persons pen name, and the review was sent by e-mail ( By the way, thank you sooo much for actually taking the time to send a review by e-mail! *huggles* ) but I would like to thank you! So thank you soooooo much!

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           &n bsp;Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, so don’t sue me. ^-^

           &n bsp;Enjoy!

                    &nb sp;    Chapter three: A Merry Christmas To All!

          ;   Lightning seemed to flash behind the mansion in the form of snowflakes and eerie music

from the play ‘Phantom of the Opera’ could be heard. For a spiky haired boy standing in front of the dark, gloomy, abnormally large gate it was like a scene from a horror book.

             Yami gulped and closed his eyes, reminding himself that it was for Yugi. He had to do it for him; it was his last option. Taking a deep breath, he buzzed the house waiting for the one person he didn’t want to talk to, to answer.

          &nbs p; More music . . .

           &nbs p;Yami’s eye twitched, as he turned toward the man playing his keyboard near the house. “Look man! I know you’re doing this for money but this really isn’t helping the mood!”

           ;  The man just shrugged and continued to play the music from ‘Phantom of the Opera’.

         &nbs p;  Yami growled and was about to tackle the guy, when a dull voice that sounded almost like a robot came through the speaker. “Hello? May I ask who is there?”

         &nbs p;  “Hi!” Yami cried happily, almost jumping on the speaker. “My name is - ”

          &nbs p; However, the robotic voice didn’t allow Yami to continue. “If your name starts with a ‘Y’, or your name is ‘Joey’, ‘Tristen’ or ‘Tea’, or even sounds like those names - please leave the premise . . . . now.”

        &n bsp;   Yami blinked, somewhat surprised. He knew that the person he was trying to contact didn’t like him or his friends, but this was going a little to far. “Um, excuse me. I really need to talk to the head of the house.”

         &nbs p;  “Leave now or you will be forcefully removed.”

         &n bsp;  “Errhh, I really need to talk to the head of the house,” Yami continued, not wanting the person who was talking to him from the speaker to win. “Please let me in. I won’t cause any problems.”

         & nbsp;  “Please leave or you will be attacked by lazers.”

         &nb sp;  Yami snorted. “Yeah right,” he replied. “There is no way you have lazers and would actually attack me with it.”

          & nbsp; Only a second latter, two lazer guns appeared on either side of the gate pointing right at Yami. “This is your last warning. Three . . . two . . .”

          &nb sp; Yami’s eyes widened and sweat started pouring down his face. “My name doesn’t start with ‘Y’ and is or doesn’t sound like ‘Joey’, ‘Tristen’, or ‘Tea’ in any way!”

             It took a few seconds for the lazer guns to disappear and the voice to come back on. “Welcome to the Kaiba mansion.”

         &n bsp;  The gate opened and friendly music came through on the speaker, leaving no trace of the near death experience Yami had.

           & nbsp;“Kaiba really hates us,” Yami mumbled to himself as he walked up to the door. Pausing, he wondered if the door also had lazer guns just incase people got through the first gate. He rang the doorbell.

          &n bsp; Fortunately, no lazer guns appeared and no robot started talking on a speaker and, instead, the door opened. “Yami? What are you doing here?”

           ;  “Hi Mokuba,” Yami said cheerfully. “Mind if I come in? I need to ask your brother a favor.”

         &nbs p;  Mokuba looked slightly confused by the fact that Yami had gotten through the gate, but let him in anyway. “Sure, Seto’s in the room over there. He’s working, but I think you can bother him.”

             Yami then realized what exactly Mokuba was wearing. The boy was wearing an Elf hat with a bell on the tip and a white shirt that had a red circle with Santa in the middle. That wasn’t the strange part, it was the fact that there was a slash through Santa like a non-smoking sign that made it slightly creepy.

          &nbs p; Not really wanting to know why Mokuba seemed to hate Santa so much, he gave a weak smile and walked over to the door the little boy had pointed to. He knocked politely, then walked in the room before Kaiba could ask who it was.

           & nbsp;Kaiba, who was thinking that it might be Mokuba, was absolutely surprised to find Yami in the doorway. “You! What are you -?”

          &n bsp; Yami chuckled nervously. “About that gate. All I had to do was say that my name didn’t start with ‘Y’ and didn’t - well you know what you put in. Maybe you should put in a scan? Wait, why am I telling you this . . . This isn’t what I came here to talk about, about! . . . . About?”

         &nbs p;  Kaiba stood up and took one of his famous stances. “I will defeat you and obtain the Egyptian God Cards! I will win because I simply am the better duelist. Now, I challenge you to a duel!”

           ;  “No.”

        ;     Kaiba was baffled at first, but quickly regained his composure. “Ha! You’re just scared. Running away with your tail between your legs, just like a dog.”

             Yami rolled his eyes. “Look, unlike you, I don’t spend every single second thinking about how much I want to beat you in a duel until my mouth starts foaming.”

         &n bsp;  “My mouth doesn’t foam!”

           ;  “So, look, I need a favor from you that has nothing to do with duels,” Yami stated bluntly. “Please, please, please help me. There’s no other place I can go!”

          & nbsp; “Ha! Hardly,” was Kaiba’s reply. “The only way you can get any favor from me is to win against me in a duel!”

           ;  “Please,” Yami begged. “I just need this from you. I’ll do anything else that doesn’t have anything to do with duels. Just . . . please.”

         &nb sp;  “If you want whatever you want, your going to have to duel me,” Kaiba continued, stubborn on having his way. “Or are you scared that you will lose?”

           ;  A vein appeared on Yami’s forehead. He was getting so aggravated! Kaiba wouldn’t even listen to what he wanted and all the CEO could think about was a stupid duel!

             “Look!” Yami growled, walking toward Kaiba with clenched fists. “I WANT this thing for Yugi and your going to GET it for me and I will do ANYTHING you want EXCEPT dueling you! Got it?”

          & nbsp; Kaiba snorted with laughter. “Over my dead body.”

           ;  “DAMN YOU, YOU STUPID CEO!!!!!! YOU WILL GET THIS THING FOR ME!!! THIS IS NOT AN ORDER!!!!!! GET IT - NOW!!!!”

         &nb sp;  After a few more minutes of Yami cursing, threatening him, and just plain yelling miscellaneous things the enraged Pharaoh stopped. Kaiba managed to find his voice long enough to say that he would get the thing Yami wanted only if the Pharaoh did one thing.

            ; It sounded so simple for Yami; babysit Mokuba for a few hours while Kaiba did some last minute shopping for who knows what. All he had to do now was call Yugi telling him that he would be late getting back.

             The conversation went fine, though there was something going on in the background that Yugi wouldn’t say what it was. Yugi bought it hook, line, and sinker, though he was kind of curious why Yami was babysitting Mokuba, but it didn’t matter.

          &nbs p; Finally, Kaiba left leaving Yami with Mokuba, along with the maids. All the while, Yami was telling himself it couldn’t be to hard. It was only Mokuba . . .

             “Come out with your hands in the air.”

             Yugi huddled in the corner of the game shop all alone. All the other people, including his grandfather, had been evacuated. He was all alone, well, not quite. The golden Angel he had stolen from the top of the famous Christmas Tree in the center of town was there to keep him company.

          &nb sp; It all started after he left the mall. He had been walking home with no evil intentions in mind when he spotted the abnormally large Christmas Tree that was put up every Christmas in the center of the town. Being suddenly angry again, he had started climbing that tree and had managed to get to the top, steal the Angel, and climb back down.

             Several people and kids had wondered why a boy dressed as an Elf was trying to steal the Angel, but no questions were asked when he ran off with it. The people of Domino City had to get that Angel back; it was a hostage they would not lose.

             Now you know the situation. Yugi had ran home after being followed by a mad mob, then the police came and told everyone to evacuate. Of course, Yugi was determined to keep the Angel from being placed back up on that tree. He didn’t know why that had to do with why he was upset, but he just felt that it was necessary.

          & nbsp; “Sir! We are sending people in. Please do not harm the Angel!”

         &nbs p;  Yugi let out a squeak and started moving toward the door that led to the house. Maybe he could get out the backdoor.

          &n bsp; To late. The SWAT team burst through the door with guns. Apparently, Grandpa was quick to tell the police about the back exist/entrance.

         &n bsp;  “Stay back!” Yugi cried, pointing his head down at the men so the spikes were aimed at them. “It’s loaded!”

         &nb sp;  The men were taken back and quickly raised their hands in defense. “Look kid, all we want is the Angel. Just give it to us and we’ll leave you alone. No charges against you.”

             “Never!” There was no way Yugi was going to give up this fight. “Over my dead, cold, blue, airless, suffocated, torn, beaten up, stabbed, body!”

         & nbsp;  Meanwhile at the Kaiba mansion . . . Mokuba had thought it would be fun to go sledding on the stairs and Yami, being pretty clueless, had agreed thinking that it wouldn’t be that harmless, after all people did it in the snow.

             It had been fun all the way down the two flights of stairs, until they reached the bottom, where Yami was flung off but landed safely on a nearby couch. ‘No wonder Kaiba put a couch here,’ he thought to himself. “Okay Mokuba. Lets do something else.”

           ;  Mokuba pouted. “No! I want to do this again! Come on.” Grabbing Yami’s arm, he dragged the Pharaoh up the stairs with the sled and forcefully put him on the sled. “Whhee!!!”

        & nbsp;   “Mokuuuuubbbaaaaa I really think we should do something eelllsss-ahhhhh!!!!!!” Splat!

         & nbsp;  Mokuba winced as he watched Yami go flying head first into the wall. “That must have hurt.”

           ;  Yami moaned as he attempted to get his spike out from the wall. “At least my spikes stopped me from hitting my head . . . But how am I going to get the spike out?”

             “I’ll help,” Mokuba chirped up as he ran out of the room. A few seconds latter he returned with a large pair of scissors. “This should be big enough to cut it.”

          & nbsp; Yami’s eyes widened with horror. “You will not cut off my arrow dynamic spikes! Their mine! Only mine! Their my precious!”

         & nbsp;  Mokuba, however, did not listen to Yami’s mindless ranting about how ‘precious’ his spikes were to him. Instead, he came near the boy’s head and lifted the scissors up, ready to cut off the spike.

            ; “NooOOOO!!!!!!” With a last attempt to save his spike, Yami jerked his head back as fast as he could and with a ‘pop!’ his spike was saved from being cut.

           & nbsp;Mokuba frowned as the scissors met air. “Darn. So close.”

         &nbs p;  A few minutes latter, Mokuba forced Yami to go outside to play in the snow. Yami, of course, had put a band-aid on his spike to help it heal from disaster in the house.

            ; Mokuba had wanted to play in the snow; attack each other with snowballs, make forts, that kind of stuff. What Yami didn’t realize that when Mokuba meant throw snowballs, he meant war.

           & nbsp;Yami huddled, shaking in his little ‘fort’ if you could call it that. He had only had a few seconds to create a mound before Mokuba had started pelting snowballs at him faster then the speed of light. Not only could the boy create snowballs in a matter of seconds, but when he threw it, it made an impact.

          &nbs p; Yami peeked over his mound interested in the sudden stop of snowballs being thrown at him. “M-Mokuba? Could we do something else p-please?”

         & nbsp;  “Ahah! There you are!” More snowballs were thrown at Yami hitting him in the spikes a few times and once in the face.

             “I give up! Truce! Truce!”

         &nbs p;  “Wimp!” More snowballs were thrown.

          &nbs p; “It’s getting dark,” Yami quickly replied, noting how the Sun was starting to set. “We should get inside and maybe cook or something?”

             “COOK!” Mokuba immediately abandoned the thousands of snowballs he had made and was going to throw at Yami and started running toward the house. “Last one in the house gets to eat the food!”

           ;  Yami gulped as he watched the little monster disappear. What had he just unleashed? It was in that moment, he heard something and he turned toward the road to see what exactly was going on.

           &n bsp;What he saw was a spiky haired kid with an Angel in his arms running like a maniac and mad mob of people right behind him, along with helicopters, the SWAT, the police, and some clowns. He sure hoped that it was Yugi who was being chased.

             He had thought it would have been smart to make a run for it. Boy was he stupid! Out in the street he was so vulnerable. His spikes had managed to protect him in the game store but outside he was a large target! Well, small actually.

          &n bsp; Yugi ran through the streets, not evening knowing where he was going all he knew was he had to run or else he would suffer the consequences. “Stupid Angel!” Yugi mumbled to himself. “You just had to be on that stupid tree and be apart of the stupid Christmas’s stupid tradition!”

             “There he is! Get him!”

             Yugi let out a terrified noise ( he wasn’t quite sure what it was ) as he realized that the angry mob had caught up with him. Not only that, but he had ran into an alley with a dead end. What was a poor boy to do?

           &n bsp;Yugi turned toward the crowd with wide eyes. The crowd even had pitchforks and torches. Where the heck did they get those?

            ; A clown on a unicycle road to the front. “Make him walk the tightrope!”

             “Look kid,” an exhausted police officer said, walking up in front of everyone including the clown. “I just want to go home to my family. It’s Christmas Eve, can’t you just give us all a break?”

         &nbs p;  “What are you talking about?” One of the people from the mad mob asked. “This is fun! I could do this all day!”

             The police officer chose to ignore the man’s comment. “Please just hand over the Angel so we can all go home and get a good nights rest. Please.”

         &nb sp;  Yugi looked down at the Angel, then at all the people who had family’s at home. Was he really that selfish that he would keep all those people away from their loved ones?

             “No!!!!”

        ;     Mokuba hummed happily as he put onions and radish into the bowl of - Yami didn’t know what it was. The Pharaoh couldn’t remember all the things Mokuba had put in it, but he knew some of the ingredients included Chocolate, Tuna in a can, and baked beans. Unfortunately, since he was the last one in the house he really thought Mokuba would force him to eat it.

           &n bsp;“I don’t think I’ll survive it,” Yami mumbled to himself as he watched the crazy boy put condensed milk in it. “Erh, Mokuba, is that really edible?”

         &nb sp;  “Sure it is,” Mokuba replied cheerfully. “Well, I guess we’ll find out after you try some!” He quickly proceeded with grabbing a fudge brownie mix and started pouring it in the bowl.

             A sudden thought came to Yami as he looked out the window. “Hey Mokuba, what is snow?”

           ;  Mokuba was only slightly distracted. “It lands on the ground in layers so you can throw snowballs at people, make snowmen, build forts, make snow angels, and make tracks in it.”

          & nbsp; “I know that,” Yami replied. “But really, what is it?”

          & nbsp; “I already told you,” Mokuba said, waving his hand at Yami. “Why don’t you ask some of the maids.”

         &nbs p;  “Alright, I’ll be back,” Yami said, walking off to find some of the maids. Though, he wasn’t sure he wanted to go back to the kitchen. He quickly found a man cleaning around the stairs. “Hey sir, what is snow?”

           ;  The man smiled at Yami. “Well, sir, it lands on the ground in layers so you can throw snowballs at people, make snowmen, build forts, make snow angels, and make tracks in it.”

          & nbsp; Yami frowned. Was that the answer everyone gave? He had to figure it out before the night was through! He just had to.

           &n bsp;Apparently, figuring out what snow was, was an almost impossible feat. All of the maids and people in the house said the same thing giving Yami no clue on what snow really was.

           & nbsp;Fortunately for Yami, Mokuba’s bed time soon came upon him and he sent the little monster to sleep after eating some pizza. Mokuba would have made the Pharaoh eat the contraption he had made if the substance hadn’t melted a hole right through the pot.

           & nbsp;Yami was very grateful Mokuba hadn’t made him eat the contraption before he had put it in the oven.

             Soon Kaiba came home with tons of plastic bags filled with last minute presents for Mokuba. After placing all the already wrapped gifts under the Christmas tree in their living room, he turned toward Yami and shoved a large box into the Pharaoh’s hands. “Here. It took me forever to get it, but this is what you want.”

           ;  Yami smiled brightly at Kaiba as he realized that it really was the thing Yugi wanted. “Thank you so much! You don’t know what I’ve gone through to get this.” He then paused as he looked at the unwrapped box in his hands, and the neatly wrapped boxes under the tree. “Hey, why isn’t this present wrapped?”

         &n bsp;  “Don’t ask questions,” Kaiba growled stalking off toward the door where he was hoping to throw Yami out of. “Now get out.”

             “That’s not very Christmasy,” Yami muttered, walking toward the door, but he stopped before he stepped outside. “Hey Kaiba? What is snow?”

           ;  “What kind of a question is that?” Kaiba almost yelled. “Now get out!”

          ;   “TELL ME WHAT SNOW IS DAMMIT!! And DON’T say it ‘lands on the ground in layers so you can throw snowballs at people, make snowmen, build forts, make snow angels, and make tracks in it’!”

             Kaiba was silent for a moment. “Snow is an atmospheric water vapor frozen into ice crystals that falls in light white flakes and can lay on the ground as a white layer.”

         &nbs p;  Yami smiled, finally getting the answer he wanted. “Thank you . . . oh, can I use your bathroom really quickly? It’ll only take a few minutes.”

         &n bsp;  Kaiba rolled his eyes, but told him where the bathroom was anyway.

          &nbs p; Yami quickly ran into the bathroom and locked the door. Grabbing a backpack he had stuffed the Santa suit in he started putting it on. He wouldn’t be able to change in the road or at Yugi’s house so he would have to do it here.

             After successfully stuffing all of his spikes into the hat, he peeked out of the bathroom and, after seeing the cost was clear, started walking toward the door. Unfortunately, he was caught.

          &nbs p; “You!”

       &nb sp;    Yami turned around to see Mokuba in his PJ’s glaring at him like he hated Yami with every fiber of his being. The boy was holding a gun that said ‘Slime machine’ on it. “Ho, ho, ho?”

          & nbsp; “I saw you last year!” Mokuba cried angrily, aiming the gun at Yami’s head. “Stay away from my brother!” The first shot was fired.

            ; Yami dove underneath the couch, scared out of his mind. If Mokuba was killer with snowballs, he didn’t even want to imagine the monestrous boy with an actual slime gun.

           & nbsp;“I’m warning you!” Mokuba yelled again. “Don’t ever come back again!” More shots were fired.

            ; Yami ran toward the living room in desperation. He couldn’t get to the door in time, he had to find some other way to escape . . . the chimney! Quickly diving into the firewood, barely missing some more slime shots, he started scrambling up the chimney just hoping it didn’t grow smaller when it reached the top.

           & nbsp;“You’re not getting away that easily!” A fire was started and smoke quickly rose to where Yami was.

           & nbsp;Letting out a yelp, he climbed faster then - he reached the outside. Flinging himself on the roof, well away from the smoking chimney, he laid there for a few minutes before trying to figure a way down. This was going to be a long trip back.

          &n bsp; Yugi laid in his bed unable to sleep. The people had managed to get the Angel out of his grasp then left. There were no charges against him, but he felt that he had failed all the villains in the movies by letting the hostage go without to much of a fight.

            ; How could it have gone so wrong? He was so stupid for believing Santa Claus really existed. How could he be such a fool?

             A tear drop found its’ way down his cheek and Yugi let out a heavy sigh. He was such a fool. . .

           &nbs p;There was a thwump, a clunk, then an ‘Ofph!’

        &nbs p;   Yugi sat straight up in bed and looked around. Was it a burglar? Here? On Christmas Eve? Naw, all the people were in their houses. Who could it be then?

             Getting up, he grabbed his favorite pillow and walked out of his room. No one there. He started walking down the stairs looking around but he couldn’t see anyone. “Hello?”

        &nb sp;   “Ho, ho, ho!”

          & nbsp; Yugi’s eyes widened and he turned toward the tree. There Santa Claus was, standing a little battered up next to the tree. “S-Santa?”

        & nbsp;   “Merry Christmas,” Yami said, in the deepest and jollies voice he could muster. “I heard you were a good boy this year.”

           ;  Yugi’s eyes narrowed as he walked up to Santa. “You don’t exist! You’re Grandpa aren’t you?”

             “Ho, ho, ho,” Yami chuckled, smile coming across his face. “If I’m your grandfather, then who’s that snoring upstairs?”

         & nbsp;  “Grandpa,” Yugi whispered. “Then, your Yami!”

           ;  “I assure you little boy, that Yami is sleeping soundly upstairs,” ‘Santa’ stated. “Now I have something for you that I know you want.” Reaching into his pocket, Yami brought out the box.

           & nbsp;Yugi’s eyes widened as he saw the very thing he wanted. “You got it!” He breathed. “I can’t believe it! But - but no one has it in stock.”

         &nbs p;  “Ho, ho, ho,” Yami chuckled again. “Santa always has it in stock. Now, I must be going. There are other children that I need to give presents to.”

          & nbsp; Yugi’s wide eyes looked back up at Yami. “You really do exist! I can’t believe it! You even have soot on you!”

             Yami looked down at the dirt on the suit, knowing all to well he got it from Kaiba’s chimney. Bending down, he put a hand on Yugi’s shoulder. “I know some people say I don’t exist, but I’ll tell you this. I will always come to those who believe in me. One day, you will stop believing in my magic, and when that time comes I will stop delivering presents to your door, but until then I will always be here on Christmas.”

             Yugi smiled and nodded. “Thank you Santa. I’m sorry I didn’t believe in you.”

             “It’s quite alright,” Yami stated, standing back up. “Now I believe you should be going back to bed.”

             “Good night Santa,” Yugi stated, walking back to his room with the box Yami had given him. “I”ll see you next year.”

           ;  “Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas!”

       &n bsp;    It was Christmas day and everyone was inside giving and opening presents. Everyone was happy, but the snow hadn’t stopped snowing. Serenity had come to Joey’s house to spend Christmas with him along with their mother. Tristen was invited to spend some time with Joey and Serenity and got lots of candy canes. Ryou’s father came home for Christmas, and Bakura was sent to Tea’s house where he managed to survive the day with her. As for the Kaiba’s, Mokuba was pretty content that he had drove Santa out and Kaiba had taken the day off from work.

             As for Yugi, he had the best Christmas of them all. Grandpa didn’t understand his grandson’s sudden happiness, but he was just glad that Yugi was cheerful. As for Yami, he hadn’t got caught and he knew he had saved Christmas for Yugi.

             Yugi looked outside at the falling snowflakes and smiled. “I love Snowy Snowflakes.”

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          & nbsp; There you go! ^^ I hope you liked it. I know I kind of rushed the end, but yeah. I’m going to make this short because I need to get back to wrapping presents. ^^;;

           & nbsp;I hope everyone has a great Christmas filled with lots of presents and joy! ^^ And of course, goodies! Thank you again for reading this and please submit a review it would be gratefully appreciated.

           ;  Merry Christmas! ^__^