Awakening

A/ ser serious one-shot about the moments after Yami was first awakened in the manga. It was just one of those things I found myself asking and I felt I had to answer it to some degree.
Disclaimer: I don’t own it.

Awakening

The dark and creeping complexity of the Soulroom began to fade so suddenly that the spirit had no idea what was going on. He simply found himself possessing fuzzed senses and a small blindly aching body that somehow was now dressed in a far different manner than a few seconds prior.
A few flittering memories of pain reached him.
//Who did this?// Not, ‘what happened’ or ‘where am I’, this spirit was not so concerned with what was going on but how to fix the problem in it. He hadn’t been awake in so long, he couldn’t remember anything but endless and repeating darkness.
/Ushio./ It was a tiny voice, so familiar but dulled by time apart. The voice sounded tired, almost drugged.
The darkened spirit suddenly burned with fury and an odd amount of desire. Anger at this boy Ushio and a need to be closer to the owner of the small voice. //He must be tested.//
A tiny feeling mingled with his decision. Understanding? Acceptance? It was hard to tell, muffled as it was by some drowsy idea that wouldn’t go away.
He tried to stand but found he couldn’t, it had been so long, he’d simply forgotten how. The desk in front of him creaked as he used it to support hif. f. The blurred vision had begun to clear as he remembered how to focus his eyes and the quiet rumblings of someone in another room began to make sense.
He opened his mouth and tried to speak, only managing a dry growl. He did not look pleased. He tried again and this time managed something intelligible. “Where is he?”
“Yugi?” The person from the other room called through the door. “Did you say something?”
The spirit glared openly at the door. What man would dare even suggest the idhat hat he should repeat himself?
/Grandpa./ The tiny voice replied with a mental yawn.
Ah, so that was it, the elder patriarch. It was all right then. But it struck the spirit as odd that such a man should be alive, the aged do not often fair well in the open world so far past their prime.
“I said nothing.” The spirit replied wondering for barely a moment how or why he could speak and understand this strange language. He didn’t recall his native tongue sounding like that.
“Alright then, I’m off to bed. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” The spirit said once more marveling at the strange sounds.
His vision restored and balance found the spirit glanced around the room. It was done in such an odd fashion, the lights were unnatural and the walls were of some strange material, neither wood nor stone. A massive blur of memories he knew were not his leaked into his mind.
//Things have changed, but I don’t recall how.// Everything suddenly made sense to him, the lights, the walls, the noises out on the street, the electric glow of an alarm clock. //Either way I must find Ushio.// But for some reason that information would not come.
/Late./
Interesting, every time he needed information that little voice would supply something. Even if it was only one word it somehow made sense. //I must call him out.//
/Call./
Well that made no sense. He’d have to use the telephone and damned if he knew what *that* actually was, much less how to use it.
He started to move almost on automatic. He clumsily reached for the backpack from where it had been forgotten and opened it up. He pulled out a notebook and flipped it open immediately to a middle page. There, in rough handwriting, was the name ‘Ushio’ followed by a block script phone number.
Yugi had acquired this information at the beginning of the year, but it would be difficult for anyone to guess how or why he’d managed to write this down, even himself.
The spirit eyed the phone that sat innocently on Yugis’ beside table. He all but marched over to the bed and sat down as he picked up the receiver.
/Dial./
A coaxing memory made the spirit reach for the buttons and push them in the proper order. He listened to the telltale signal on the other end and looked idly up when it was interrupted by a click and a voice.
“Hello?”
“Ushio?” The spirit asked.
“Yeah, who’s this?” There was a pause. “Mutou?”
“Yes.” He noticed his voice sounded almost like a hiss when introduced to that word.
“What do you want? Trying to get me to let you off the hook for tomorrow.” Another pause. “No dice boy, you pay or you *pay*.”
A smile laced with cynical understanding graced the dark beings lips. “Come to the school by the mid hour. We’ll see who pays.” He didn’t wait for an answer, the receiver made a satisfying clatter when it snapped into its cradle.
Immediately the main component of the Game he needed to play called out to him. The spirit reached again into the bag and pulled out the envelope.
//He wants this?// The spirit asked himself. It was a strange form of currency. Surely it did not have the confident feel of a coin. //I will need a knife.// This was more to himself than anything but he still received a helpful hint.
/He has one./
The spirit could feel the quiet calm of that voice and once again experienced the craving for it. He absolutely wanted it, wanted him. Wanted to hold the owner of the voice, to touch him and taste him and possibly find a way to make him scream and moan.
His head went back at the idea and his eyes closed. His newly acquired body began to react to the images. But this new raging need was suddenly shoved aside by the irksome nature of the vengeful business at hand.
He stood more steadily now that he remembered how to do so and stalked his way to the bedroom door. Just before he laid a hand on the doorknob he stopped and turned. A small almost loving smile tugged at his lips and he made his way back to the desk.
The golden puzzle-made-pendent twirled lazily when he lifted it by the cord it had been attached to. He watched it for a moment then slipped the loop over his neck feeling comfortingly complete with its weight on his chest. In the back of his mind the little voice seemed to purr like a kitten and finally settled into something that felt like sleep.
He made a deep and fully satisfied sound and head back out the door. It wouldn’t do any good to be late to Ushios’ test, now would it?