Hey, my name's Yugi Mutou.
Age 16 and a walking disaster zone.
-Home schooled thanks to a little good luck
-Currently in possession of the millennium puzzle + post Battle City deck
-Living in Scooby Gang HQ
-Working part time at Lúxuria Club for Flo & the Game Shop with Yami
“Ate!" Oh it was such a delight to see proper people. He knew faces and all the words just flew over his head in the rush of excitement. Uncle Heba loved this man and so he loved him too. He wasn’t allowed to visit this darling chap as often as some of the others but he knew him alright. He was cousin Atum’s daddy. What could be better? "The greyface was all fast and big, like a rabbit. Are there lots of them here? Are they all big?"
He had so much magic in his veins, much of the family did, and he’d endure it all his life but for now it was a wondrous thing. Like paint he wanted to get his fingers wetter. He’d regret it later but for now with big doe eyes he cuddled Ate’s hand and listened. “I like always. I want good things to go for always.” People often said they’d always love him after all. “Uncle Heba says I can’t touch the stove cause it’s got demons in it. He can control em.”
So innocent and understanding of thee things that one dare preach to any that would listen to thee unjust that was a mind of thee old. Through running, twisted into something so far deeper then little ones could understand. There was no more then a smile of truth that cover lips. Even if it all was for thee wind, little ones where gaining more respect than ever thought to give. ” Then for always they shall happen, all one has to do is continue on believing and working to prove that always is real. If you can do that, then such a thing truly is real.” Little hands holding, all to cute for another to pass by. ” Heba is a magical person with emeritus amounts of strength, power, and love. You should listen to him as should you, your parents…. Say little one, do you enjoy sugar?”
He was a creature of light, the product of old magic that had spent centuries ruminating, he was not a creature of tangible substance. It was difficult for him to keep his feet on the ground and his head out of the clouds. “Heba’s magical.” He concurred in the sense that Heba was wonderful, so very close to his heart. “Sugar…? Sugar! Sugar!” Take that as a yes.
He’d had his butt in the air, his head under the bed, there were such things under the bed! The likes of which he’d never seen! Chiffon and buttons and school IDs! Things he didn’t rightly understand but that imbued each item with a magical quality of mystery. The voice startled him but it, at last, was familiar and sticking his head back out, scrambling, he was hurling himself at her. “Onny!! Onnyonnyonny!” Was that some warped form of Anon? Lord knew.
Oh no! She had him! His burgeoning career as a stout monarch was at an abrupt end! He erupted into squeals, unattractive perhaps but the kind native to children. Healthy noises of play. He kicked and squirmed for surely if she couldn’t pick him up he might still escape!
"Ah ha! A valiant effort dear Bamfy but Anon always finds her missing childrens!" His shrieks and kicks shook the hamper back and forth making it difficult for the questing trunk to properly reach. Huffing, she reared on hind legs, front placed along the edge as she reached for him under his shield of dirty linens. In her excitement she failed to keep a better eye on how sturdy the hamper remained under such weight or how unbalanced the form was due to its comical nature.
As such the hamper, fed up with this sudden harsh treatment despite a job well done, folded underneath one foot, sending her center of gravity off to the side. With a loud elephant shriek that sounded more bubbly towards the end, Silly and the hamper tipped unceremoniously towards the ground, spilling clothes and one baby Bamf all over the place. Had one of the diligent parents arrived on the scene they would’ve found a frilly elephant like creature stuck on its side with three stubby tentacles flailing uselessly and a young prince prince amongst their laundry.
She was so delightfully formed his excitement trebled. She was just as he pictured his fanciful creation! Marvelous was Onny! Unchallenged in her marvelousness! With a shout he felt the world gave out from under him and the rush of being caught was—- it was akin to being on a trampoline. He would do it again!
Ah but she had fallen and he had a chance to escape! Which he tried to do by scrambling sloppily out of the hamper. He fell in the clothed, between the tentacles, but still he had his eyes set upon an escape! God how many poor nannies had been left with messes to clean from such play dates? One could only imagine.
Legs kicked and squirmed as the beast tried to regain her footing, hearing the child squeal as they basket tipped. Then came that mischievous snicker… Oh Onny knew that laugh. It was the same that had spilled from Blackmail during his bare naked run through the Cathedral, a laugh that meant trouble. Despite prelude their current mess had to future events, Onny would not pass up such play dates for the world.
The boy was bent on escape, stumbling on to them and landing between the stubby tentacles. With a determined grunt Onny heaved herself over, tentacles trying to snatch up the tot… only to up end him with a pair of pants on his star-shaped hair free of the mess. Curses this clumsy form! With a war cry the elephant squid clambered on to their legs and reached with their trunk, intending to snap him up before he could build on his lucky roll to freedom.
The children of the family had a laugh, that devil’s laughter they must’ve learnt from mother’s Seventh because it was too knowingly cunning. Yugi had pellets of it for the world. Kicking and squirming between the cacophony of dirty clothes he fell over her trunk, hit the floor hard, but glancing the door ran for it!
Out into the hall he went! Running and running! Down the stairs he went, towards the altar of the Madonna, and then over Gandora’s tail to shove himself under the dragon’s wing. Gandora, poor old lass, took a moment to grasp what the buggering hell was going on before moaning and slumping her head back down. Damn kids.
Atum blinked and looked down, his hand freezing mid wrapping of his arm. Was that….. Bamf? No Bamf was his age! “B-Bamfy?”
"Whatever they don’t know Daddy knows." Now that was certainty. As a God Grim was, it was fair to say, the fount of all knowledge and the resting place of all secrets. "Kay!" He chirped, throwing himself down upon the blanket and picking up the paints with a brush in one hand and his fingers dipping in the other. "Paint with me?’
Atum chose not to respond, because he really didn’t believe they knew everything but he didn’t want to ruin the kids view of his parents. Sliding off of the bed he took a seat next to the boy and stared at the paints. He didn’t care for art, he found it boring, to do anyway. Looking at art was more interesting. Odd, for kids it should be the other way around.
Dipping his finger into the blue paint Atum raised his hand up and tapped his finger to the boys nose, a wide grin spreading over his face and he started to paint Bamf’s nose.
He blinked not at all expecting the little splotch of paint upon his nose. It smeared over his skin but he was delighted by the novelty of it. Grinning he shoved himself into the other’s lap and taking up a hand full of blue paint made swirls over Atum’s cheek.
Th—- Hell yeah I’m still cute. I’m precious. *though he does have a few piercings about his face now, pay those no heed!* How’s it going sexy~?
Good—- *stares, tilts head* Oh, what else is new? You have holes in your face.
Ahuh! Grim let me get it done. *A nose stud and a labret are the most obnoxiously obvious of the piercings. The ear and bellybutton are hardly noticeable* They look okay?
…Sure. I mean, I guess I’m not so into that sort of thing. It’d be nice to wear earrings or have a few tattoos though, I suppose…
….I love you, you pull off vaguely disapproving, bemused, grandparent so well. What kind of tattoo would you get?
The tiny inside space of his apartment was really no fit place for a star to preen his wings, and now when the snow was lessening and the sun once again shining through the clouds there was no reason to remain stuck inside as he tended to his personal grooming.
A lone bench was his perch, upon which he was crouched with his wings lifted around his head. Every now and then he paused in his work and lifted his head to scan the surrounding area for threats, but he was so focused on the task of preening that he did not notice the child approaching and quite by accident tossed two arm-length feathers, old and easily discarded, towards him.
He was a small thing, very small, and with the proud creature cocking his head about as he was it was no doubt easy to miss him so close to the ground. He aided the situation by standing very still, not because he had any sense but because he was frozen with pleasure. Then the only thing which seemed capable of stirring him from the spell- to the awe of all- happened. Actually happened.
He knelt taking up the feathers and clutching them to his chest. He gawked at them, taking in the lines, the delicate structures…They were beautiful and cuddling them he was intent on never letting them go. “Pretty…”
"Hi!" He cawed up at her, little fists swinging by his sides. He didn’t recognize her but he was a sociable child. There were always a million people in the palace. People were nice. "Up." He raised his hands. It wasn’t a question, not really, it had never needed to be.
He quite liked the advantage of being on someone’s hip while a multitude of other children swam about Kat’s calves. They were really more like fish than potential playmates. His exposure to children his age was decidedly minimal even as a tiny thing.
His eyes followed her hands, nodding about his knuckles as he swung his ankles. “Do they have swings? And slides?”
Shifting him higher, she stepped off the curb when the signal flashed. All the children made for a nice, loping pace, which she enjoyed immensely.
"Yep," She grinned, "Lots and lots, because this place is so popular. I like this park especially so because even I can fit on the swings."
He grinned, bouncing in her arms, too excited for chatter any longer. He was straightening his back instead and craning his head to try and spot the playground.
"I’d say sign me up but I have an innate ability to make hot baths miserable right now.” He chortled, all smiles and flounce as he ever was. “Yeah well that’s the hard part alright. I’m not sure what in particular to use to tickle his interest or who to make him travel with who won’t get ravaged by his teeth.”
"Considering you are a walking ice cube lately? Yeah. I would say that hot baths are not your thing. Summer though… should it ever come, that skill might be useful. I hate the heat. I would much rather it be cold." He nodded and pursed his lips slightly, "Hmm… sounds like you have to put some serious thinking time in."
"God I can’t wait for summer. Like I am seriously dying for summer. I want to be miserably hot, I want to be boiling. Now.” He was near desperate with the longing for it. “Yeah, I have! For once,” he laughed meekly. “I think it’s worth trying. Shake him up a little. You don’t think it’s stupid? Is there anything you’d worry about?” He trusted Arcane’s opinion. He would see things, perceive problems, Yugi didn’t trust himself to totally foresee. In so many ways Arcane was a trusted adviser.
"Oooh…." He gawked, eyes as wide as saucers, neck craning so he could look all the way up. "Knight!" He loved knights! All shimmering and scarred. They had so many knights and he hadn’t seen anything in this new vacation home.
His hair stroked, a cookie in his grasp, he was in the simplest form of heaven. He let his head slump upon the man’s firm shoulder. Yes, men that smelt like this and had such strong arms but such gentle hands were the best sort of men. “There’s one with a dragon head and rose and a crown. It’s pretty. My big sister has one with a peacock and a sword and a crown. Everyone needs one for the joust. Can you joust?”
Nibbling he listened, a chocolate chip licked off his bottom lip. “By what….?” He whispered.
"I can. I haven’t in a very long while though. Jousting is not very common here I’ve noticed. Perhaps we should fix that, what say you? We can find a pair of horses and I can teach you when you get a bit bigger?"
He couldn’t very well tell the child that a band of looters had come by. That his family had been killed upon discovering that they had very little to steal. “His family had been taken by monsters. The boy was never to see his father and mother, his siblings, ever again. The crops had been burned and… he was all alone with no place to go. So he did the only thing he could do, he started back towards the closet town as fast as he could go. Maybe someone could help him? Maybe someone could stop the monsters? But when he got there, no one would help. Everyone was afraid of the monsters. Hardly anyone paid attention to the small boy. He had to make a choice and he chose to leave his home and all the people to go to a bigger city. Maybe someone there could stop the monsters.
He hitched a ride on a cart, hidden from sight, with an old man who was heading to where the king of their land lived. The king had to be able to stop the monsters, he had to make things right. There had been rumors of the king have strange powers at his disposal too. Magic was something the boy was unfamiliar with. If magic was a powerful as the stories said, however, then perhaps it could bring his family back.”
"It’s not…?" That surprised him. Jousting was a favorite pursuit of the royals. They liked the old sports of the world: wrestling, sword play, archery, jousting, lion taming…public spectacles with grace were all the rage. To think there was somewhere where people didn’t enjoy the pass time seemed foreign. "Would you? Please? Please?" He would love to joust, to ride. It was another skill encouraged. He had a little pony of his own actually.
He was spellbound by now, cookie on his clavicle forgotten. “What was the king like? Did he get to see him?” Kings saw everyone who came asking. It was their job, yes?
"Heh, yeah, spring…." He fumbled the back of his neck. He really needed to make sure all the magic in the air dissipated before spring was due back otherwise the weather guys would start to piss themselves. "I miss spring! I’m really looking forward too it! I think it’s my favorite season but right now I could go for summer. What’s Spring like in Japan opposed to other places?"
He grinned, “you’re a gem, thanks. Hey, I remember back in the day my Mai said some stuff about her folks but…” he rolled his hands over each other searching for the words. “You ever think about having a family or anything? Shut me up if you need to I’m just curious. All this chat makes me think you’d be a mad awesome aunt or something to some lucky little girl. A good, strong, role model for ass kicking too.”
Mai placed her finger on her cheek when Yuugi asked her about Spring in other places. “That really depends on which place you mean, Yuugi.” She looked at him. “For example, in America, specifically New York, Central Park is full of budding spring leaves, flowers and it’s quite the beautiful sight.” She grinned thinking back. “It’s really relaxing despite being such a busy city.” But that’s one of things she loved about Spring; the new beginnings, the fresh air filled with floral scents and… It was much better than winter.
She was caught by surprise when he asked about having her own family somewhere down the line that she almost lost her balance.
"You really got me off my guard by that, hon! I mean… I wouldn’t mind settling down one day but I’m still a free spirit! There’s so much to do before that!"
"Have you ever been to Egypt? I know it’s not exactly friendly for single women but…" he snorted, trying to make light of the subject. "New York is on my list then. Is it as big as in the movies?"
He laughed with her, shrugging lopsidedly, “for sure. There’s no hurry. I’m just curious! Sides some man out there has to grow some massive balls before you’d consider them I suspect~”
"Mine was flippant. I think I was just the convenient source of a paycheck, a roommate he tried to work around." He liked them wrapped up together like they were. "I think if you have people you really, really, love you should tell him. Cause fuck him. If he ever said a cross word to you Seventh would kill him. I think that’s probably why my Grandpa vanished. Probably off to retire with the cash he got before someone found out he hadn’t done a very good job."
"Well, at least you don’t have to see yours anymore. If I want to see my mom, then I have to see him too, unfortunately. After my dad died, she took it upon herself to care for Grandpa and still does even when she is hurting. Bless her heart…"
"I…Ah, fuck, part of me wishes I could just see him one more time to yell at him and get some closure, you know?" He moaned. "Hey, at least he’ll die soon? On the plus side," he laughed. "Your mom sounds like a gem, can I meet her sometime? We’ll give her hugs."