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**T>**This is my last class, Yami. But I told Joey and the others I would go to the arcade with them after school,** he murmured. He sensed a sudden flash of anger before his other laughed . . . a
laugh that sounded almost too much like Bakura.
*Go play with your friends, little light . . . I can wait that long . . .* Another sliver of fear wormed it's way into his heart . . .and this one was harder to ignore. Yami didn't sound right . . . and
he'd referred to their friends ahishis' friends. But they were Yami's friends too . . . at least, he'd always reed ted to them as so before. Something wasn't right.

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"Grandpa?" Yugi called as he unlocked the game shop after spending several hours after school with his friends in the arcade. Silence greeted his ears . . . but that was nothing new. He walked
into the kitchen, and immediately spied the note on the refrigerator door.

GONE TO A MEETIITH ITH A NEW MARKET RESEARCH SPECAILIST. MAKE YOUR OWN DINNER AND BE GOOD. I'LL BE HOME LATER ON TONIGHT. LOVE -
GRANDPA

Yugi smiled, opening the fridge door and retrieving a can of soda before settling on the couch in the living room to do his homework. He loved his grandfather dearly . . . and was constantly
amused by the man's attempts to make the game shop better.
His smile slipped as he recalled the events in Math class. Yami had fallen silent after that, even after repeated attempts by Yugi to get him to talk. There was something wrong with his other . . .
he hadn't sounded right, and he certainly hadn't felt like himself.
A hand on his shoulder startled him suddenly, and he spit soda out as he squeaked in shock. A dark chuckle sounded from that movement, and Yugi stood up and spun suddenly . . . only to
come face to face with his other.
"Yami . . ." he murmured, feeling foolish. "You scared me." His eyes widened as he took in his other's appearance. "What . . . you're . . . I can't see through you!"
Yami smiled, a feral grin as his eyes darkened to a deep ruby red. He reached up and ran a hand over Yugi's cheek, cupping the boy's chin roughly before moving to tug on one golden strand
of hair.
"New talents . . ." he growled softly, sending a shiver up Yugi's back. "Do you like it?"
"It's certainly . . . different, and surprising," Yugi murmured, stifling the urge to back away from his other.
"That's not what I asked," Yami said, stepping closer, almost to the point where his body was against his smaller, lighter half's. "Do you like it?" he asked again, his voice harsh.
"Ye . . . Yes," Yugi stuttered, staring up into his yami's eyes. Fear had darkened the clear amethyst to an almost violet color. "Yami . . . what's wrong with you?" Yami blinked and stepped
back, his face going cold.
"Nothing is 'wrong' with me, little light," he said shortly. "I thought you would be pleased that you no longer have to share possession of your body with me in the normal way." He turned to
make his way up the stairs.
everever minded sharing my body with you," Yugi said, hurrying to repair whatever damage he had done. "And I do like i. . . . we can spend more time together now. You just seem . . .
different, somehow." Yami glanced over his shoulder at the smaller boy, his eyes still cold.
"This is who I am, Yugi," he said, his voice almost a growl. "Now that I'm not just a spirit anymore, I can be myself." He continued up the stairs, disappearing from Yugi's line of sight. Yugi
sighed, confused . . . and more than a little frightened. He turned back to his homework, putting the worried thoughts out of his mind as he lost himself in his history homework. He would usually
ask Yami if he wanted to help . . . Yami adored learning what had happened in the world during his imprisonment in the Puzzle, but tonight just didn't seem like it was the night for such things.
There was something very wrong with his yami . . . and he wanted to know what. Something told him, however, that he wouldn't like the answer.
The phone rang suddenly, startling him.
"Motou residence . . . Motou Yugi speaking," he answered it.
"Yugi . . . how is everything? Did school go okay?" his grandfather's voice came to him from the handset. He smiled and relaxed.
"Yes, Grandpa . . . I went out with Joey and the others afterwards, but I made it home okay. How is the meeting going?"
"It's going fine . .ut Iut I'm going to have to stay here in the city overnight. It looks like this is going to take longer than I had thought . . . will you be okay in the house alone for the night?"
"Sure Grandpa . . . besides, I've got Yami. I'm not alone," he said, ignoring the twinge of fear that went through him as he said this. If Grandpa wasn't going to be home, he was going to be
here with his Yami all night, alone. And with the way Yami was acting . . . "I'll be fine," he said, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself than his grandfather. Solomon picked up on
it almost immediately.
"Are you sure? You don't sound like it . . ." the elderly man asked. Yugi nodded firmly.
"I'm sure . . . Yami just surprised me a moment ago and my heart is still fluttering from it. It's nothing Grandpa . . . you have a good meeting and I'll see you when I get home from school
tomorrow," he said. He chatted briefly with his grandfather for a bit, then hung up the phone with a sigh. He was being foolish . . . Yami had just caught him off guard by manifesting in a solid
form, he told himself. He couldn't quite get rid of the nagging feeling that there was something else going on, though.

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Yugi got ready for bed slowly that night, mulling silently over his misgivings as he got undressed. He had neither heard from nor seen Yami since the spirit had come upstairs . . . he wondered
where Yami was? He hadn't left the house as far as Yugi knew, which meant he had to be somewhere in the building. He wasn't in his Soul Room , because that would have been sensed the
moment it happened.
He was reaching for the clothes he normally wore to bed when a hand emerged from the darkness behind him and covered his mouth, the other arm bringing him up against a solid, warm body,
back to chest. He struggled, not knowing what to do, when a voice whispered in his ear.
"Be still," it hissed in an all to familiar tenor. Yugi froze, wide amethyst eyes looking out of the corners to see his assailant . . . and then he sagged in momentary relief as tri-colored hair that was
so terribly familiar to him came into view.
"Yami . . ." he murmured, his voice muffled by the hand that was still covering his mouth.
"Yes . . ." the taller man murmured softly. "We are darkness . . ." The arms about the slight boy tightened, the body behind him shivering with some unknown force. "And you are light," the
spirit whispered. Yugi was suddenly very afraid . . . he could hear half-murmurs through his link to the older spirit, and it almost sounded like there was a struggle. But what could Yami be
struggling against?
*Yugi . . . run!* a voice said suddenly through that link . . . a voice that was Yami's, the Yami that he knew, the Yami who had become his protector and friend. *I . . . cannot . . . hold . . .*
The voice cut off abruptly. Yugi didn't stop to question his guardian's voice, however. Bursting into sudden motion, he threw the hands holding him off and staggered for the door, bursting
through it and into the hallway.
Behind him, Yami collapsed to his knees, his head in between his hands, blood red eyes staring blankly at the floor.
"I will not allow this!" Yami growled, leaning on the wall of his Soul Room. Blood dripped steadily through his fingers from the dagger he had deliberatly shoved through his own arm to break
the shadow's hold on him. The shadow laughed, a cruel taunt as it stood cradling a similiar wound to itself, black blood dripping to mingle with crimson on the sandstone floor.
"You have no choice, Pharaoh . . . we get what we want. And we want our little light . . . we want to watch him bleed, watch him writhe beneath us as we take that precious innocence and
squash it like the unwanted bug that it is."
"NO!" Yami shouted, lunging towards the shadow, only to stumble through insubstantial air.
"He's ours . . . and you cannot stop us, because we are one and the same . . ." the shadow whispered from air.
Yugi stopped, gasping for breath as he leaned against the wall of the kitchen. The laundry room wasn't much farther away . . . he could get clothes and go to Ryou's. There was something
desperately wrong with Yami . . .if that even was his yami.
"Oh . . . it is me, little light . . . and you and I are the only one's here," a voice whispered behind him, just before he found himself drowning in darkness, never feeling the blow to the back of his
head.

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Yugi moaned, straining to open his eyes only to find that everything remained dark.
"Oh yes . . . do that again, little one. I want to hear you moan and scream," Yami whispered from somewhere to his right. He squeaked, tears brimming underneath the blindfold as he realized
that he was tied down, spread eagle, the air caressing his skin a tell tale sign that he was devoid of any clothing.
"Who are you?" he whispered.
"You know who I am, little aibou . . . I'm your precious Yami, the spirit who dwells in the Millennium Puzzle."
"No," he cried. "You can't. . . . . Yami would never . . ."
"Do this to you?" the voice said, chuckling slightly. "How well do you really think you know me, little Yugi? Have you never stopped to think what five thousand years trapped in darkness
would do to a soul?" There was the sound of leather sliding over skin. "You already know what it did to Bakura . . . didn't you ever wonder how I stayed so sane when Bakura seems to have
gone psychotic? You never did, did you? Little lost innocent . . . so unconcerned with how things are the way they are, as long as all is right in the world . . ." There was suddenly a hand on his
stomach, smoothing gently over the soft flesh before the fingers dug into his skin, causing him to cry out at the sudden pain, arching to get away from it. He froze as he felt cold metal against his
throat suddenly.
"Enjoy this, little brat . . ." Yami murmured from above him. "You've dreamed of me touching you like this . . . I've felt it in my sleep, lying in that Soul Room waiting for you to 'need' me again.
This is what you wanted . . ."
"Not like this . . ." Yugi moaned. "Never this . . ." He cried out sharply as the blade bit into his shoulder, the cold metal twisting in flesh before being withdrawn, only to be replace by a warm
mouth suckling at the wound. He screamed as he felt a tongue pushing at the wound, drawing out blood as it caused agony to flareand and down his arm in waves.
"So sweet . . ." Yami moaned against his skin, his tongue lapping out to savor the crimson fluid like a delectable wine. "Such innocence and passion . . . I can taste it in your blood, like a sweet,
forbidden nectre." The warm tongue trailed up the unmarred skin to his neck, where it paused before Yugi felt teeth sink into the soft .
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