Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Ones Next Door ❯ Of Naps and Fridges ( Chapter 2 )

The Ones Next Door

School was relatively boring, as far a schooling goes. There WAS an explosion in the chemistry room, and someone let loose a tarantula in the biology room, but other than that, it was a nomral, boring school day. The people were friendly, that I'll admit. Yumi had introduced me to one of her best friends, someone by the name of Tenshi. She was pretty, too. Pure white hair down to her back, and soft white skin. Kent was, like I had predicted, in a lower grade than Yumi and me, so I didn't see him for most of the day. He promised me a good duel after school, though.

And so, here I am, walking with Kent and Yumi on the way to their house. They had suggested going to mine, but our boxes and belongings were still littered around the house and currently unpacked, so I opted not to. Mom might not be too happy having company, dressed in her overalls and her hair tied back in a flaming red bandana.

The trek there was surprisingly quiet. Kent said that he was going to keep all of his strategies a secret, revealing them as the game progressed. And since most of my questions about Domino had already been answered by Yumi during the day, there wasn't all that much to talk about.

Which left us to hear the absolute silence of the Motou residence when we got there.

The two siblings looked at each other sideways, neither really daring to speak just yet. "Should we go in," Yumi finally asked.

"I take is silence is never a good sign at your house," I deduced. Kent merely looked at me. "You have no idea."

Yumi creaked open their front gate, Kent and me in tow. The two looked like they were entering a war zone. Scratch that, from the noise this morning, they probably WERE entering a war zone.

Creeping up to the front door, Yumi gingerly opened it, stepping inside ever so slowly. "Papa, Otousan, we're home," she called out imploringly.

All three of us let out a yelp when a figure jumped out in front of us, mimicking for us to be quiet. "Keep it down," he hissed, lavender hair in disarray.

Yumi put her hand from covering up her yelp down and glarred at him. "Mahaado, don't do that!"

Mahaado, another interesting name.

Said person looked at me crosseyed. "Who's this," he questioned.

"Mahaado, this is out new neighbor, Jon," Kent spoke up.

"Hi," I greeted. This Mahaado person seemed to be looking at me with. . .pity?

He nodded and left. Well, that was a friendly greeting. Yumi cleared her throat. "Can I uh. . .get you something to drink?" She asked me.

"Yeah, that sounds good." I followed her into the kitchen. Well, the place sure looked clean enough. I sat myself down at their breakfast bar, watching as Yumi opened up the fridge to pull out some drinks. Aburptly, however, she cried out, and closed the door quickly, pushing her back against it to keep it shut. "What is it?" I asked.

She shook her head, opening the door back up and pulling out two cans of soda. "Nothing, Kekewey just left his aah. . . biology project in there."

I shuttered. "Say no more."

Face pale, she handed me one of the cans, and motioned for me to follow her. "Come on, my brother should be in the living room."

Strange household, but hey, it was certainly entertaining!

This thought was reaffirmed when we entered the living room area. There were two couches facing each other. One with it's back to the entrance, the other facing. To the left was a Lazy Boy recliner, and a good-sized coffee table was in the middle.

However, it was the occupants of the room that were amusing, and slightly disgruntling at the same time. For you see, there were two people snoozing on the couch, and correct me if I'm wrong, but I could have sworn that they were twins. One male, looking much like Kekewey, was sleeping on his back with a fresh diaper caught in the confines of his hair. The other man, sleeping soundly on the chest of the one beneath him, looked a lot like Yumi, cherubic face flushed with sleep. And their hair was exactly alike, except for the fact that their ends were a feirce ruby like Yumi's, not a deep purple like Kekewey. Both appeared to be in their late twenties, early thirties.

And, to top it all off, a tolder was sleeping on the back of the shorter male snoozing, a thumb stuck in her mouth. She looked absolutly adorable, black and purple hair alive with blonde highlights.

In the recliner a woman sat dozing off, head up and flopped to the side, pure golden hair in as much disarray as the Mahaado person's had been. An empty bottle of baby formula sat clutched in her hand.

Yumi chuckled softly. "So that's why Mahaado wanted us so quiet. Jon, that little girl on my Otousan's back is the litle Hell-Raiser Yaoki. They must have had a heck of a time today with her. The one sleeping on the bottom of the couch his my Papa, Yami, and the one on top of him is my Otousan, Yuugi. Over in the recliner is Mihaada."

Hmm. Something to muse about. Two fathers, no apparent mother in sight, and three children in the house all together. Not to mention the fact that the resemblence to not only each other, but to their 'fathers' as well was, to say the least, uncanny. "Uhh, where's you mom? Or were you adopted or something?" I really couldn't help but ask. Hey, maybe those two on the couch were ther oldest kids, taking care of their younger siblings, and obtained the role as twin fathers? This was really confusing.

"Ah, we don't have a mother," was her only reply. "I think my brother went upstairs, we can duel there."

Nodding dumbly, I followed, still direly confused about just how their family was pieced together.

Ah yes, now the dueling. Well, to say the least, I lost miserably. The two weren't lying when they said that they were good. I'd say TOO good. Three losses to each sibling.

I'll tell you what, that just sucked.

"Don't feel too bad about it," Kent consoled, giving me a pat on the back. "You put up a good fight. One of the best ones we've had in a long time."

"Thanks," I muttered. It still didn't help. It is, afterall, a little embarrasing to have the floor wiped with your behind by someone that's younger than you. At least they didn't rub it in. That I was grateful for.

"Just believe in the heart of the cards, like our Papa and Otousan taught us," Yumi chimed in.

Whatever the hell that is. Nodding meekly, I decided it was time to go home. The sun was just begining to set, and I still had some homework to do. "We'll see you out the door," Kent stated.

On the way there, we did end up passing the kitchen, and I noticed that the taller male who had been sleeping on the couch had gotten up, and was heading straight to the fridge. I couldn't help but want to see what his reaction would be.

Hard crimson eyes widened considerably, mouth hanging open slightly. "KEKEWEY, I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GET THIS OUT OF HERE!!!!" Ah, so HE'S the one that yelled this morning.

"But Papa, it'll die if I don't leave it in there!" Kent hastily made his way into the ktichen, and as Yumi was shoving me out the door I could have sworn that I heard the man say 'damned ice demons, I told you they go in the FREEZER!'

Slightly disturbed? Hell. Yes.

And guess what? I still had a TON of homework to do! Isn't life just peachy?

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HeheHEEheheh, next time, Someone's life and sanity are at stake. R&R!!! *sing-song voice*