Something Found : Yugioh Spooky collection

The Muisc Box

For three days the tune of the music box would not get out of your head. Without thinking, you would hum the short tune out loud while studying in class, or at work. Each time someone has to tell you what you were doing, or you would go on humming.

"Sorry," you would say, "I just don't know what came over me."

It started to bother you how easy the tune would play in your mind. What bothered you more was that you only heard the tune once. At the store, Something Found, you picked up a small copper music box to open it, but the owner stopped you.

"For this item, it would better for you to take home and open it.," he had said. "If you don't like what you find, you can always return it for something else."

So you did take it home, and when you opened the little box a pretty bird like tune float out. The song was so pretty that you wanted to listen to it again, but when you turned the key the song wouldn't play. You could see the key moving, and the gears turning, but no sound came out.

"No wonder he gave it to me," you sighed with disappointment. You looked it over to see if there was something you could do to fix it, but there didn't seem to be anything wrong.

"At least it's still pretty."

You set the music box on a shelf and forgot about it as it's tune haunted you for the next few days.

Xxx

Life had a funny way of recycling itself. The universe had a funny way of recycling itself. Whether not this recycling crossed dimensions, Marik Ishtar wouldn't know or care. His dark half was gone for good as far as he was concerned. The possibility that his dark half would be sent somewhere else after sometime in the Shadow Realm never crossed his mind.

The Mr. Muto of this particular dimension could have schooled the young tomb keeper on how nothing is ever truly gone, that the powers that be did as they pleased. He could have also told him that they also had an odd sense of humor. Tying a homicidal spirit to a music box must have been hysterical. A real knee slapper. Seeing if the young woman that took the music box home with her will survive must also be a great source of comedic entertainment for them.

"The black box is gone, and so is the music box is gone."

Mr. Muto sighed, and nodded as he continued to read over his inventory book. There were new items on the shelf today in his store, and he needed to make sure they were in the proper place. Things that showed up in his shop didn't always appear in the proper place, and sometimes they moved. The shelf that Mr. Muto stood infront of however, had everything in its place.

He closed the book and turned to see his grandson staring at him with a blank look.

"The spirit inside it is crazy," he said in a dull tone.

"No more crazy than you are my boy," the old man thought, but said nothing.

His grandson didn't seem to cared that his grandfather was giving him the silent treatment, and went on talking in that soft dull voice, "That girl is going to die."

Now Mr. Muto had to say something, but he did it with a light chiding tone. "She might die, but then again she might not. Either way, we can't interfere. You know that."

"Yes," his grandson said, lowering his head.

Mr. Muto looked at his watch then smiled at the young man, saying, "It's lunch time, how about we eat out."

His head stayed down, but his purple eyes up looked at his grandfather as he asked, "Burgers?"

Mr. Muto chuckled and walked up to his grandson and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Why not," he said affectionately. Just because his grandson was crazy didn't mean he didn't love him.