Quatre: This is what I write when plagued by a minor case of writer's block. Sorry to everyone about the delay in LFHR; however, plans for it are coming along quite nicely. I just have a nagging feeling that I've done something wrong in the writing of the fic. Therefore, I and JK, my beta, are going to go through it and see what's right and wrong with the fic. Therefore, check that fic fairly often to see if a chapter has been reposted.
Until then, this is just a minor rambling to relieve the stress and to let my muses out to play. They're sleeping at the moment, which is a good thing, and Ame and Kurai are in the other room plotting for their respective fics. This may have multiple chapters, and each will deal with a different anime. Each chapter is its own self-contained story.
Yugi Mutou walked down the street on his way home from his best friend's house. It was a pleasant night, not too hot or cold, and the sky was quite clear.
He paused outside a cemetery. It would be a great shortcut, but he was wary of the spirits that resided there. Experience had taught him that any spirit could be dangerous.
Going through the cemetery would shave a good ten minutes from his walk, though. Not that he was in a hurry or anything.
/Aw, why not. We're always up for adventure, right Yami?/
The spirit of the ancient Egyptian pharaoh so named chuckled in the back of Yugi's mind. It may be worth our time.
Yugi grinned and opened the gate in front of him.
"It is peaceful," he admitted quietly.
Indeed. Be careful, Yugi. One never knows what lurks in the dark, and Bakura may decide to have Halloween early this year.
Yugi couldn't stifle his laugh. It echoed loudly in the darkness, and he shut up quickly.
"Okay, so it is a bit creepy too," he muttered, following a path that skirted the base of the large hill that dominated the cemetery.
Yugi, what is on top of that hill?Yami asked suddenly.
Yugi stopped walking and craned his head. Sure enough, there was a light shining at the hill's peak.
/I don't know, Yami. Should we check it out?/
Please do, and be careful.
Yugi backtracked until he found the path up the hill and ascended quickly. He could feel Yami looking through his eyes, scanning the surrounding area for any sign of trouble.
They reached the top without incident, and Yugi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the only thing at the top of the hill was a young boy reclining on the grass.
/False alarm, Yami./
I'm not so sure,Yami replied, splitting off from Yugi and getting closer. "How many children do you know that carry a katana around?"
Yugi blinked and looked closer. He hadn't noticed the weapon before, as it was sheathed and lying on the ground next to the young boy.
/Perhaps it's a family heirloom?/
Yami was about to reply when the boy said, quite clearly, "Tell your ghost to keep quiet, would you? I can't hear what you say to him, but he's being quite loud."
Both Yugi and Yami blinked twice.
"Excuse me?" Yugi inquired politely.
The boy stretched and sat up, turning to study them intently. "Your ghost. He's rather loud, and he's disturbing the spirits here."
Yami was looking rather offended, but his curious nature overcame his stung pride. "You can see me?"
"Of course. My name is Asakura Yoh." The boy got slowly to his feet, dusted his pants off, and offered his hand to Yugi. Yugi reached for it automatically.
"And what's your name?" Yoh asked, turning to Yami.
"I'm called Yami by everyone, but my true name is Panseru."
"Ah." Yoh grinned and turned back to Yugi. "So are you a shaman?"
Yugi blinked. "A what?"
"Oh. I guess not. A shaman is a link between the physical and spiritual worlds," Yoh explained. "We usually have guardian ghosts. Amidamaru is off somewhere at the moment, though. He's an ancient samurai."
Yami raised an eyebrow at Yoh. "You are trusting us with a lot of information, Asakura-san."
"I know you won't tell anyone," Yoh shrugged.
"And how do you know that?" Yugi asked.
"Because you have to be a decent person to see ghosts. And you obviously trust Yami a great deal, Yugi."
Yugi blushed. Yami nodded in understanding.
Yoh gestured to his recently vacated position. "Have a seat. The neighbors won't mind."
"Neighbors?" Yugi asked as he settled on the ground next to Yoh's katana. "You mean the other ghosts in the graveyard?"
"Yup. Usually we have a good time together, but tonight I was looking for a bit of quiet." Yoh sat on the other side of the katana and stretched out, crossing his arms behind his head and gazing upwards.
"Sorry for intruding," Yugi apologized. Yoh waved him off.
"It's always nice to talk with someone who can see spirits. Speaking of which," he added, raising his head and locking gazes with Yami, "How did you two meet? If I didn't know any better I'd say Yugi was your reincarnation, but as you're here that's quite impossible."
"Not really," Yami said. "In my life I was a pharaoh of ancient Egypt. One branch of our magic grew out of control, and I sacrificed my soul to real it away. Apparently, my soul was split in half. I was contained within the item around Yugi's neck, and the other half of my soul continued on to the spirit world."
"Ah," was all Yoh said.
They sat in silence for a while.
"What's a shaman do?" Yugi asked suddenly.
"We help wayward ghosts find their true path and try to guide humanity in the right direction," Yoh answered levelly. "A shaman has to be pure at heart, so we hardly ever have to fight each other."
"I see." Yugi lay back and mimicked Yoh. Yami took a seat on the ground opposite them, just watching.
"You seem like a nice person, Yami," Yoh said. "Why do you hang around?"
Yami couldn't help a chuckle. "My spirit is bound to the Millennium Puzzle, so your words are quite accurate. I cannot move on to the afterlife, so I protect Yugi."
"How?" Yoh asked. "You're a spirit. Spirits can't affect the living world."
"Yugi lends me his body at times," Yami answered.
Yoh's eyes widened. "So you are a shaman!" he accused Yugi.
Yugi shook his head. "I assure you, if I am, this is the first I've heard of it."
Yoh seemed appeased by this. He stood up, grabbing his katana and swining it over his shoulder, his other hand finding its way to his pocket. "It was nice talking to the both of you. I hope we meet again sometime." He ambled off, leaving Yugi and Yami to stare after him.
Yami was the first to break the silence. "We should get home, Yugi. Grandpa is sure to be waiting up for us."
Yugi nodded and stood, brushing grass off his pants. "He seems like a nice kid," he commented as he made his way down the hill. "A little odd, but nice."
Yami raised an eyebrow. "You really believe he is a shaman?"
Yugi shrugged. "It can't be any worse than anything else we've seen!"
On the other side of the cemetery…
Yoh whistled cheerily as he jumped the graveyard fence and headed down the street.
"What's got you so happy?" Amidamaru asked, waiting for Yoh a few feet down the street.
"Oh, I just met a kid who's possessed by a pharaoh," Yoh answered.
"Apparently not, although a distinct magical aura surrounds him. He doesn't seem to be a bad kid, though. I like him," Yoh mused. "Now wait until I tell Manta that I just met the King of Games."
Quatre: Hope you enjoyed this. Just know that I am working on my fics as fast as possible.
##Yami Quatre wanders in rubbing at her eyes. She peers at the computer screen.##
Yami Quatre: Since when have you started a new fic?
Quatre: This isn't a new fic. This is to relieve boredom. My boredom.
Yami Quatre: Ah. Ok. ##to readers## Review if you want, this seems to be rather PWPish to me. And TWT. And-
##Quatre claps her hand over Yami Quatre's mouth and shoves her out of the room##
Quatre: Ja ne!