Something you see

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* hide me **
Do you let me live?
Sorry?
It really took me forever, even though I got the prayed version of Lillyko (many, many thanks, you are great! T ^ T) for so long ...
Can you forgive me
I hope the next one comes faster v.v.
It's been written for a long time * confess **
Well, have fun reading, if someone remembers it ^^ ""
I'm on vacation first
Until then
Dat guinea pig

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Something you see

Yuugi sighed heavily as he looked aimlessly at the ceiling. He shouldn't overexert himself; under no circumstances should it irritate its condition.

He should stare at the ceiling and stay calm, breathe normally and be incredibly bored to the point where he wished he'd died because maybe it could be a little more exciting than this.

He wasn't in a good mood.

It had been a year since he'd met Anzu in the hospital and had been delighted to find out they'd be in the same class.But as much as he loved having her as a friend, he felt empty without the presence. He still couldn't find her and he felt a desperate urge to find her. But this urge only seemed to make his condition worse, as the doctors put it; and his mother always told him to forget about his useless obsession and focus on getting well.

Yes, he had told his mother on a panicky night after a dream and like any other mother of a young child, she had believed that Yuugi had an imaginary boyfriend. But as Yuugi continued to talk about this presence, which he was so desperate to find, she had started to worry more and more about how it affected him, how he woke up from nightmares in which he dreamed that the presence was forever abandoned how he was breathing hard and hard and had to be taken to the hospital. She was really very worried.Yuugi sighed again. Guilt filled him when he thought about last night. A night in which he had another nightmare and apparently stopped breathing in his sleep. The presence was not there this time to lure him away from death, but the hysterical pleading of his mother. Now he regretted half listening to her. Had he stayed dead, he might have been able to find that presence.

... it was just so painful. To know that he was meant to find that presence and yet not be able to do it. He was so useless: he couldn't even find the resolve to try to get better, to care whether he got it or not.

Sure he had a boyfriend now, but it was a friendship that grew out of sheer loneliness. He wanted real friends, the ones his friends wanted to be because they thought he was an admirable person.Not just a fragile child who had to be protected by the world. Not just a pushover to be friends with just to make you feel better.

Not that Anzu was one of those people. She was his friend because she understood. They weren't official friends who were always together in school. She would occasionally say "hello" when walking past him with her female "friends" who never really shared or cared about each other. She would defend him when thugs came close and she would secretly smile at him.

They had never met much after school, never invited each other to tea. Anzu had gone to the Kame game store to talk to him once, but nothing else. He quickly understood that Anzu's main hobby was dancing and that she didn't spend her time playing games. She didn't mind, but she wasn't going to give herself to them the way he did. As a purpose in life.As a life.

But where was the point of living a game that he could never win, never improve at? What was the point of his grandfather challenging him to a "game of life" when he didn't want to play? What was the point of being Yuugi when he had no real purpose to play for? None but this presence; the presence that always watched over him, it was everything; she was the reason he tried to stay strong.

The next sigh that escaped the fragile boy was a bit heavy, and yet he didn't care. What if the nightmares made his condition worse? At least in them he was able to imagine the presence before it disappeared forever. At least his dreams allowed him to dream, albeit in a bloody light. Wasn't it better to have a hard life and feel the presence than just being empty?

"Yuugi." Sugoroku Mutou said, sticking his head through the door."How are you now? Do you want to go to the store with me?" Yuugi managed a weak smile and shook his head. His mother was outside, probably preparing everything because of the signs that Yuugi would soon be hospitalized again. Nobody dared to mention that it was a school day; it just wasn't going to happen. “So if you need anything, just let me know.” His grandfather said with a warm smile, which Yuugi was too tired to return before leaving. He knew that his grandfather would check on him every ten minutes. But he was grateful, he allowed Yuugi as much freedom as he could.

Sugoroku was worried too, but unlike Yuugi's mother, he didn't blame the dreams. In truth, he had secretly told Yuugi to watch out for them and find out what they meant. And that was what Yuugi would do. After all, he had always loved challenges.

Yuugi sighed again and looked back at the ceiling; and just then, he saw a figure on the other side of the room standing in front of his desk.If Yuugi had the strength he would have jumped up in shock, but at the moment he didn't care. He watched the figure for a moment, waiting for it to take the first step.

It was a man, well; at least it looked like one. His face was extremely pale, his eyes were a light blue, and didn't blink. All-seeing. Yet the piercing gaze did not frighten Yuugi, even if it felt like his entire soul was freely revealed. The presence was reassuring, it reminded him of the other presence he had been looking for for years. She was like her.

His clothes looked more like those from a fantasy game, a deep purple that resembled a strange robe, with armored shoulders. In one hand held the ... person? Creature? ... a staff, but it was inclined slightly, a silent sign of reassurance that no attack was imminent.

Instead of asking the most normal, obvious questions like who are you?What are you doing in my room Young Yuugi just stared back, focused on the feeling that this person and the presence from a long time ago were connected. Maybe finally ...

"Please, where is it?" Yuugi pleaded, getting out of bed, not feeling a bit of the discomfort from before. "I have to find it, I have to know ..."

Those cold eyes seemed to soften a little, barely noticeable. He began to stride through the room, making Yuugi doubt that he would even touch the floor. He slowly moved out of the room, making sure that Yuugi was able to follow him, which Yuugi did without question. Maybe now was a real chance. Perhaps this was a new level (1) added to his game.

Yuugi slowly followed him down the stairs, worried that if he moved too fast, the purple-clad man would disappear. The house was very quiet around them and Yuugi couldn't hear any noises coming from the direction of the store.But he ignored this fact as he followed the figure to the door that led to the game store.

The figure walked through the door as a ghost would and for a moment Yuugi panicked that he had left him for good. He reached forward to open the door and gave a startled cry when his hand slipped through it. His breathing quickened in shock, but his lungs were otherwise fine.

-What's going on here? - He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, closed his eyes to collect something. Maybe he was just hallucinating it all or he had died ignorant and was now a ghost himself and the purple being was just another ghost that haunted their house.

An impatient snort made him look up and open his eyes, he saw part of the spirit looking through the door; apparently he had come back to find out why Yuugi hadn't followed him.

"W-what's going on here?" Yuugi stammered."I don't understand. Are we dead? Is this reality?"

The 'ghost' only blinked and a smile, which was only partially visible, crept onto his face. It surprised Yuugi so much that he almost fell over. A hand came through the door, offering Yuugi a guide. Confirmation. Again the feeling that the presence was connected to the mind bombarded Yuugi's senses and he took the offered hand.

He felt nothing as he walked through the door, as if it wasn't there at all. The 'ghost' still held his hand and although Yuugi couldn't really feel it, it was comforting nonetheless. He barely noticed it when they walked towards the store room of the play shop. He didn't even mind when they went through the door.

The storeroom was pitch black, the lights off, but Yuugi didn't care. He wasn't afraid when the purple ghost was with him.

The sense of presence had grown strong and undeniable, as if she was closer to the boy than ever before.Yuugi looked around desperately, let go of his hand and continued into the storage room, towards the back shelves. Just then a light began to shine. It was very bright, but Yuugi didn't close his eyes because it didn't hurt. It was beautiful to look at, he sobbed almost calmly when he realized what it was.

The light came from a golden, rectangular box, which was admirably decorated with the eye of Horus. The light felt alive and Yuugi knew that the presence he had been looking for for years was in there and waiting for him. (2)
Without a second thought, he reached for the box, but his hands slipped through it. Yuugi gasped again, trembling slightly. For the moment his hands slipped through the box, he could have sworn he'd seen something, someone ...

Yuugi swallowed nervously as he looked at the purple ghost. With the light of the box, Yuugi could see the look in his eyes, an expression of trust, as if he was giving the angelic child a considerable amount of trust and responsibility.Yuugi nodded his head slowly, understanding.

The time had come. Now the game began!

And then he opened