Game begins

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And I want to thank Miau, because she looked at it ^^ * knuiddel *
At the end, tell me if you're still alive, kaay? * gg *

Game of life

The baby was lifted slightly so that his grandfather could look at the tiny creature. It wasn't a pretty baby, it was red and small, so abnormal for a normal life. But it wasn't a normal, healthy baby. He would never have a normal life.
The baby was crying softly, his little mouth slightly open, but no sound escaped him. The old grandfather fell in love immediately and desperately wanted to protect this little angel.
"Would you want to hold him?" asked a nurse and smiled sweetly. Sugoroku Mutou held out his hands enthusiastically. He was unable to hide his astonishment when he realized how light this bundle was, how small it seemed."Hello you." The older man laughed and saw the baby pause from crying softly, soothed by his voice. "I think we met a little earlier than expected, you're just as stubborn as a Mutou should be." He laughed.
The baby's eyes had to open, but a moan-like sigh escaped him, as if he were approving. Grandfather laughed again and stroked the incredibly soft cheek with one of his fingers. A finger that seemed as big as the baby's head, as small as it was.
“So small.” Sugoroku sighed, but the smile didn't leave his face. "But it doesn't matter because you will be dearly loved all your life."
The little baby seemed to be thinking about it, his lips moving slightly, his eyelids flickering, but not enough to greet the world. That made the old man laugh again.
"Do not be afraid, little one; I will protect you from all difficulties, at least until you are ready ..."However, the little baby seemed to have other ideas. His silent murmur stopped and his eyelids no longer struggled to open. His breathing stopped once, then again ...
It took his grandfather a moment to understand what had happened and even then he could only blink in shock. Such a small, delicate creature ... didn't want to see this world? Wasn't it able to do that?
"K-smaller?" Sugoroku asked, gently shaking the baby in his arms. "Sister! He's not breathing!"
The nurse who controlled the baby's mother rushed to him to take the baby and put the fragile body on the table. Only when Sugoroku saw the little angel on the cold surface did he notice how pale he was.
The doctor responded now. He tried to revive the tiny creature, but Mr. Mutou couldn't even understand what was happening. That little angel ... gave up so easily? Was it really not meant for this world?Sugoroku shook his head angrily. No, that shouldn't be true. The tiny, delicate creature almost lived ... it wasn't fair to have his life ripped from him before his eyes open. That wasn't right.
"I'm sorry, but there is nothing we can do. Electrocuting him would only damage his body, he's too small," said the doctor, watching the mother start to cry as she did her looking at dead child who had only lived for a moment.
The former grandfather could only look at the tiny body as it was wrapped. It pained his heart to see that angelic face covered.
"Please, may I ...?" the old man pleaded, holding out his hands for the bundle. The doctor seemed to hesitate for a moment before giving in. He couldn't refuse the ex-grandfather.
The bundle was as light as it had been when it was alive and the face made Sugoroku sob.With trembling fingers he revealed the young face and looked at the angel he could have been.
"Beautiful." Grandfather mumbled with tears in his eyes. "A perfect angel, maybe too perfect for this world, too fragile for its rough and heartless nature, but ..."
The face looked so peaceful, but not satisfied. Frozen forever with expressions of disappointment for not seeing the world. Suddenly the old man laughed.
"My dear boy, you don't give up that easily, do you? To be a Mutou you have to be stubborn and if you are just a little like me you will love a good game."
"Sir ..." said the nurse, concerned about the Lord's state of mind. Sugoroku ignored them.
"... I can feel it, you will be a great king of games and you are made for something special, little one. Something that will save the world." He laughed again. "How can an angel born on earth be destined for less?""Mr. Mutou ..."
"An honorable game king never shrinks from a challenge and I challenge you to a game! A game of a lifetime!"
"Please let me take it ..." the doctor began.
"I will not lie to you, it will be very difficult, little angel, but it will be worth it and in the end you will be loved very much and your heart will guide others to find their own strengths. You have to live, little one, you have to. I challenge you! "
Then the child was taken from him. Sugoroku didn't struggle, he was too overwhelmed by his sobs to stop him. The mother was almost hysterical. She didn't want to hear such a speech about a child who, she thought, has already died ...
But maybe the grandfather was speaking the truth in spite of everything, for the baby's little soul felt a reassuring presence. It was powerful, but also protective and accommodating. The baby knew it had to hit that ghost, but it just had to hit it.And to meet him, it had to live.
I challenge you!
These words were stored in his soul and the baby struggled against the present to return to his predicted fate. He had to accept the game of life.
The fabric was just about to be pulled back over the baby's face when his eyes opened. The doctor was so frightened that he almost dropped the baby. Beautiful purple eyes looked up at him, unfocused but open nonetheless.
"Sister! Quick, prepare an incubator, he's alive!" the doctor laughed in disbelief. The nurse paused for a moment to look at the fragile baby before finally acting. If you don't act quickly, you will lose the little angel again.
“I knew it.” The old man laughed between his sobs. "Another stubborn Mutou and a real player!"
An hour later, old Mutou was sitting in a chair and watching the little angel, who was supposed to be his grandson, who was hidden by the incubator.The mother had her well-deserved break, but not before giving in to Sugoroku's request that he name the baby. Finally he had brought the baby back to her.
"Yuugi." Grandfather whispered now with a smile on his face. Yuugi: Game. The perfect name for this little angel; the fragile creature that will soon achieve so much. "I knew you would make me proud."
Yuugi winked at him in agreement before he began to sneeze lightly, he already hated the tube in his delicate throat. But if he was going to live by it, he had to live by it. He had been challenged, not only by his grandfather, but also by the presence he had briefly felt, but has now already been forgotten.
In seven years he would feel that presence again and eight years after that he would finally be one with it.
Your fate would begin soon.

Owari