Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tell Everybody I'm On My Way ❯ Decision ( Chapter 1 )

“Hey, did you hear what Yami did last week?”

“Who cares?” That was the way it was each day. Yami this, Yami that. The story of his life for the past three years. Did anyone even pay attention to him anymore? No. Were they really even his friends? No. How long had it been anyway? Two, no, two and a half years. There they were now, sitting in the shade of the small group of trees that had once been laughingly nicknamed `Yugi's thinking place.' Now, it was theirs, and he never went there to think, or to ride out a storm in the uppermost branches of the tallest tree, trying to find a new source of excitement to replace the excitement supplied only by winning a duel. He never dueled now, nobody wanted to duel with Yugi, nobody wanted to duel the Game King's hikari. Now, as the flood of students bore him out the gates in their midst, unnoticed and stepped on, he made up his mind. The bus ride home was spent in quiet thought. He entered the house through the back door, since his grandfather wasn't home right now. No, he was at a gaming convention, most likely bragging about Yami, and how proud he was of him. It was as if Yugi had never existed.

Let's see…Only important things…Clothes, check. Account number, check. Wallet, check. Dueling deck, check. The Puzzle…should I even bring it? Yes, just to hurt him. He can't use it to try and find me, and I have a reminder of what I used to be, before he came along and ruined my life. Oops, can't forget my ticket! Goodbye letter, check. That's it. Okay. Yugi left through the front door to the shop. He was supposed to watch it this afternoon. Oh well, it didn't matter. He hailed a taxi. “The airport.”

 

That had been an hour and a half ago. He now stood in the center of the terminal, confused by the signs and people surrounding him. There, Gate B26! The short sixteen year-old hurried over and occupied an empty chair. Now that he knew where he was supposed to be, he could relax. Not that he relaxed for long. `We are now boarding flight 462. Passengers in seats 35 through 30, please board now.' Yugi got up fast, and proceeded, rather nervously, to the line. His nerves didn't calm even a bit until he was walking down the ramp and onto the plane. This posed another problem. He was certain, deep down in the pit of his stomach, that one of the gang was going to pop up when he wasn't expecting it, to haul him home again. Well, he wasn't going back there. Not now. There it was, Seat 31A, a window seat. There was someone in Seat 31B, a girl about his age who politely curled her legs up onto the seat so he could get past. He did so, settling down nervously into his seat. He sat very still as the plane took off, and breathed a sigh of relief when they were out over the water. There was no possible way that anyone could get him now. They couldn't track him, couldn't follow.

“So, where are you headed?” the girls voice made him jump. Up until now, she'd just been a silent figure, apparently content to just sit. (Yugi couldn't help but fidget. After all, he'd never been on a plane before now.)

“The US.” He said vaguely. Who knew, perhaps she was working with Yami.

“Of course you are. If you were going somewhere else, then you are definitely on the wrong flight. The last time I checked, this is the nonstop flight.” There was no mockery in her voice, just a hint of amusement. Yugi sighed.

“San Juan HIgh.” He mumbled.

“Cool. That's where I'm headed. Are you meeting someone? Family, friends, something like that?”

“No. And if I do, I'm not having anything to do with them.”

“Ouch. I'm not going to ask what that was about. I'm not either. On my own. Shall we stick together?”

“Sure.” Yugi said, relived to have found an ally.

“Great. I'm Samantha. Call me Sam.”

“Yugi.” The boy responded.

“Well, Yugi. You should get some sleep. You look like death warmed over.” Yugi smiled, and obeyed. It seemed he'd have a companion on what was surely going to be a very rocky road to a new life.