Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Chapter One:

The Move

“Yugi? Can you come up here and give me a hand?” called an adult’s voice from upstairs.

A teenage boy with tri-colored, spiked hair came through the door, carrying a relatively large box in his arms. He wore a baggy t-shirt, which was white in color, and a pair of old, used jeans. He was covered in dust and sweat, yet his amethyst eyes lightened his face up.

“Sure,” he called back, gently placing the box on the ground and scurrying up the stairs, turning to the right, and headed towards the second door, which was the last door on the hallway, on the left side of the hallway.

He barged into the room, to see an adult male standing, with his hands on his hips, a look of thought on his face. The man had black hair, which was somewhat spikey, and he also had a thunder bolt bang, like the teen.

“Yeah, Uncle?” asked Yugi, wiping his sweat off of his forehead.

The man turned around, an awkward look on his face, his blue eyes squinting. “I told you not to call me that,” he moaned in a joking matter.

“I know,” responded the teen, giving off a goofy smile. “I’m just used to it.”

A disapproving look crossed the man’s face. “You’re used to it? You’ve been living with me for ten years, and you still can’t call me by my name?” he asked.

Yugi smiled, crossing his arms. “Yeah, basically,” he stated simply.

The man smiled as well. “You’re an odd one, Yugi,” he sighed. “Well, I originally called you to look at this room. It’s a lot bigger than you’re old room, and I figured that you might want it as you’re new room.”

Yugi examined the room. It was a lot bigger than his old room. It had a large window in the center of the room, on the wall that was directly across from his door, which overlooked the neighborhood. Other then that, the room was horribly empty, except for Yugi’s favorite edition. On the ceiling, where the roof was, there was a large window that showed a clear view of the sky if he were to lie on a bed.

Yugi hadn’t even looked at the other rooms, but a smile crossed his face. “I like it, Uncle. I really like this room. Can I really have it?” he asked, sounding excited.

The uncle laughed in amusement. “Sure, I see no reason as to why not,” he responded. “I thought you would like it.”

“I love it…” said Yugi, slightly dreamily.

A broad smile crossed the uncle’s face. “I’m glad you think of it that way. If you want, we can paint the walls any color you wish, after I fix it up a bit.”

“Fix it up?” asked Yugi, looking somewhat confused.

“Yeah,” responded the adult. He then walked over to the middle of the room, and pressed his foot against the floor, causing it to fall downward and creak in a loud manner.

“Oh…” responded Yugi, embarrassed. He had forgotten that the house that they had just bought was a bit on the old side.

“So, tonight we are going to sleep downstairs, okay? We already set up two couches, and the family room is mostly done for now…”

Yugi nodded, as he once again wiped some sweat off of his face.

The adult looked concerned at Yugi’s actions. “You okay, sport?” he asked.

Yugi wearily nodded. “Yeah, just a bit worn down…” he replied, stretching slightly. His muscles ached after a hard day’s work.

“Do you wanna stop for the night? You can explore the neighborhood for the remainder of the day,” said the uncle, as he took his bandana off and wiped Yugi’s face off with it.

“Nah, that’s okay,” replied Yugi. “There’s too much work for you to handle on your own.”

The adult laughed lightly. “I’m gonna stop soon, just do some things here and there. You can cut off early,” he said, smiling.

Yugi smiled back. “Well, if you insist…”

“I do insist. Now, go shower off, get some better clothes on, and you can walk around the block for an hour or so. But, I want you back here at eight o’clock, got it?”

Yugi nodded, doing a poor excuse of a salute back. “Yes sir,” he stated, as he ran out of the room. He quickly grabbed a towel, some clean clothes, and headed towards his new bathroom.

It had just been repaired, and it was ready for use. It was all white, with some soft blue shower curtains. There were two sinks, and a large mirror in front of them. There was also a toilet, which was located in between the sinks and the shower.

He quickly undressed himself, locked the bathroom door, and went into the shower to clean himself off.

It felt so good to bathe. He was filthy, and the dust and sweat started to make him itchy. He was also very hot, and the cold water seemed to soothe his tired body, making him relax both physically and mentally.

In an hour or so, he had finished washing himself, and had dried himself off. He then threw his clothes on, which consisted of a dark blue tank-top, and some black pants, which had faint blue highlights on them. He then combed his hair, which still remained spiky, and walked out of the bathroom.

Upon walking out, he saw his uncle, whom was filthy and sweaty.

He had glanced at Yugi, smiling slightly. “Took ya long enough…” he commented dryly. “I thought you had drowned yourself for a moment…”

Yugi laughed. “Oh, Uncle. You say the darndest things…” he sighed, as he made his way towards the door.

“Remember, eight o’clock,” said the man, as the boy was shutting the door behind himself.

“I know, I know,” said Yugi, as he shut the door.

He then turned around, and looked at his new neighborhood. His uncle and himself had moved here due to his uncle’s job getting transferred. He stared out at all of the other houses, which had lavishing green gardens, and well kept lawns. It almost seemed like he was walking down fifth avenue.

He had walked a good distance down, when he heard someone coming from behind.

“Watch out!” a voice called.

Immediately, Yugi had jumped out of the way, and onto someone’s driveway. A speeding bike slowly came to a halt, a sweaty figure upon it’s seat.

It was a male with blonde hair and tanned skin. His hair was fairly long, reaching close to mid-back but off by a few inches or more. He had lavender eyes, and was fairly tall. He was wearing a belly shirt, which was also lavender, which had a hood and was sleeveless. He also wore black leather-like pants, with matching shoes, and a blue belt to hold it up. He also wore a golden necklace, golden bracelets, and golden earrings, which all looked Egyptian.

“Sorry about that…” said the male, scratching the back of his head. He sounded like a teenager, even though he was a bit taller than average.

“Oh, that’s alright,” replied Yugi, pulling himself up to his feet, dusting his clothes off.

“No, I’m really sorry about that. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he apologized, a rather upset look on his face.

“No, it’s fine, really,” said Yugi nervously. He wasn’t the most social person when it came down to talking to strangers.

The boy got off of his dark purple bike, and walked towards Yugi. After circling him once or twice, he placed his hand on his chin. “I don’t believe we’ve met…” stated the boy aloud.

“We haven’t. I just moved here,” said Yugi shyly, rubbing one of his arms nervously.

“Oh, that must be it,” said the boy. “Well, since we have never met before, let me start…” He then stuck out his hand, a friendly look on his face. “Hi, I’m Malik. Malik Ishtar.”

Yugi smiled and nodded. “I’m Yugi, Yugi Motou,” replied Yugi, grasping Malik’s hand.

“Well, now that we have that taken care of…” he glanced at Yugi. “Where do you live?”

Yugi pointed back towards where he had come from. “I live down that direction,” he stated quietly.

Malik laughed. “You don’t have to be shy about it. I won’t kill you at night or anything,” he said in a hearty voice.

Yugi smiled and looked away. He couldn’t help it if he was leaning on the shy side of the human nature.

“So, which house is it?” asked Malik again.

“It’s 17329 Crimson Street,” said Yugi. He then noticed that Malik’s face showed signs of shock.

“You actually live there?” he asked, his voice definitely expressing shock.

“Yeah, why?” asked Yugi, growing concerned.

Malik looked in both directions, then leaned in towards Yugi’s ear. “That house is haunted,” he replied.

Yugi gave him a look of disbelief. “Haunted?” he asked dully.

Malik nodded. “They say that a ghost haunts that house, and moans in the night at every full moon and no moon.”

Yugi rolled his eyes. He didn’t believe in ghosts. He wasn’t the superstitious sort of person.

“And you know what else?” continued Malik.

“Hm?” replied Yugi, wanting to be amused.

“No one has lived there in over forty years, starting tomorrow, on the full moon,” replied Malik.

Yugi rolled his eyes again. Malik was way over his head. Just because nobody lived in that house didn’t mean that it was haunted.

“So, if I would be you, I would leave there before anything… bad happens…” he said, his voice trailing off. He then hopped on his bike, and turned it around. “Well, I hope I’ll see you at school, or at least in the neighborhood, Yugi,” he called, as he started his ride back from where he came from.

Yugi continued his stroll through the neighborhood, while the cool breeze hit his bare arms. It was hot all day today, and the breeze definitely made a difference. The cool air swept through his messy hair, calming him mentally. He had been stressed from all the moving, and even the simplest things seemed to calm him.

He soon returned home, to smell soup from the open window. Yugi’s stomach growled, as he walked up the front steps. He then knocked on the door, and waited for his uncle to answer it.

It opened only a crack, a rather stern look on his uncle’s face. “You’re a minute late,” he growled, a small smile creeping up on his face.

Yugi smiled back. “Oh, Uncle. May I please come in?”

“If you say the magic words,” said his uncle in a playful voice.

Yugi sighed. “Come on, Uncle. I wanna come in and eat,” he moaned.

“Nope, that’s not the password,” called his uncle, waving a finger from inside of the house.

Yugi sighed again. He would just have to play the game with his uncle, whether he liked it or not.

“Is it… sugar?” asked Yugi.

“Nope,” replied his uncle.

“Is it… soup?” asked Yugi.

“Darn, how’d you get it this time?” asked his uncle, putting his hands on his hips.

“Well, I know that you often use the word sugar, and when you said that it was wrong, it must have been soup, since that’s what I can smell.”

The adult sighed. “Fine, you win. As your prize, I’ll let you come into the house,” said the uncle, unlocking the door completely, allowing Yugi to come inside from his walk.

Yugi’s uncle headed towards the unfinished kitchen, which had a table, and two steaming hot bowls of beef soup. He pulled up one of the chairs, and got himself situated, and prepared to eat his dinner.

“So, how was you’re walk?” he asked, as he poured himself some lemonade from a pitcher which was also on the table.

“It was good,” replied Yugi, getting himself situated as well.

“Did anything interesting happen?” he asked, as he put some ice cubes in his drink.

“Yeah, I met a teen named Malik. He seemed like he was my age, but I wasn’t quite sure…” he responded, his voice trailing off lightly.

“Why didn’t you ask?” asked his uncle, as he stirred his soup in his bowl.

“I dunno… I guess I was too shy…” he responded, as he started to eat.

“Well, you’ll find out tomorrow, huh?” asked the man, as he took a sip of his drink, and wiped the access off of his face with his arm.

Yugi nodded. Tomorrow was going to be his first day of school here in Crimson City. He was kind of excited. He had heard many good things about the school system, and couldn’t wait to meet some new people, although he was shy.

The two then ate their dinner in silence, their work making them both drowsy and worn. The soup didn’t help Yugi much either. It made him warm on the inside, which soothed him, and urged him to fall asleep.

“The air conditioner won’t work until tomorrow, or the day after. My friend from work is going to come and help me finish fixing the place up while you are at school,” said the black haired man.

Yugi swallowed his food. “Uncle, may I decorate my room myself?” he asked.

His uncle gave him a surprised look. “By yourself?” he asked.

“Yeah. I would like to put stuff up the way I want to,” he replied. “And on my walk, I sorta pictured how I wanted to make it look as well…” he said quietly.

His uncle smiled. “If you feel up to it, then sure,” said his uncle. “Do you want your room to be a specific color? We’re going to paint a few rooms as well tomorrow if we have time, starting with the bedrooms.”

Yugi thought for a moment. “I think a light green would be nice,” he said.

“Light green?” he asked, wanting to make sure that’s what he said.

“Yes, a light green. That wouldn’t be too much trouble for you and your friend, would it?” asked Yugi.

“No, not at all. I was just making sure that I would remember the color so when I buy the paint tomorrow, I don’t buy the wrong color on accident,” said his uncle.

“Thanks uncle,” replied Yugi, yawning.

“I think I’m gonna hit the hay…” said the adult, stretching. “And I think you should too,” he said, watching as Yugi yawned a second time.

“Yeah…” agreed Yugi, rubbing one of his eyes. “I think you’re right…”

“Hey, when am I never right?” asked his uncle sarcastically, placing his hands on his hips.

Yugi giggled, and started towards the bathroom to brush his teeth. “Since always,” he replied back, shutting the door behind him.

After a few minutes, Yugi emerged from the room, wearing his sky blue pajamas, to see his uncle sleeping on one of the two couches, curled up under a red blanket.

Yugi then glanced towards the other couch, which had his blue blanket on it. Yugi sighed wearily, then plopped on the couch, and sloppily tucked himself in.

He then looked at the arm rest of the couch, to make sure his new school uniform was ready for tomorrow.

He then sunk his face into a pillow, and fell fast asleep, a small smile on his face. ‘I can’t wait until school tomorrow… I hope that my teachers aren’t strict…’

After worrying for a few minutes, he drifted off into a deep sleep.

Soon, midnight hit. An old grandfather clock rung twelve times, expressing that it was now the middle of the night.

The temperature dramatically went down for a moment, causing the teenage boy to shiver in his sleep. He then started to tremble, but not at a heavy pace or anything.

The window, which expressed an almost full moon illuminated the room. Soft breezes flew inside of the old house from the open windows.

As the drapes flapped with the wind, behind the thin, frail fabric, a pair of red eyes glared in the night at the boy.

But as quickly as everything had occurred, it all disappeared, leaving no trace that anything had happened… if anything had happened…

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This is my new approach to a story. It's already finished, but will be posted one chapter per week. Please, Read and Review, 'k?