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Still Frame	By : WCE Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1919 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Still Frame
Author:

Danaeyl Panthernopaeus.
Theme:

Alternate Universe.
Storyline:

Help me, because I've broken down.
Warnings:

Rape, insanity, shounen-ai, OOC, violence, language and whole bunch of other crazy stuff. Complete prideshipping.
Disclaimer:

Everything of and referring to Yu-Gi-Oh is not mine. This is a fan-based, non-profit story. Please support the official release.

Rain. When did it start to rain? Why could he feel it? He was indoors, the last time he had a reality check. Was he outside? Was it something new they wanted to try? Why did it have to be him?
Violet eyes slowly looked up at the crying skies. He was outside. He was not in the dungeon anymore. He had been a good boy, and they had allowed him to breathe fresh air. That was all he needed to do. Continue behaving and he would have his freedom.
He slowly staggered to his feet, leaning heavily on the wall behind him. Had they fed him? He could not remember his last meal. Was he free? He could not remember them saying he allowed to go. There was a black smoke in his head.
Every time he tried to remember what had happened, the smoke became thicker. It refused to let him see anything. As he tried to paw his way through the darkness, he suddenly became aware of where he was.
How did I get here? The question continued to run through his mind, as he stumbled out of the alley. The rain had made people dash for cover, and made the streets a little less crowded. Was he still in Japan?
Did I get the high score? And just like that, he was dazed with knowledge about his surroundings. He walked across the street, almost hit by a car. He didn't bat an eyelash at the vehicle that honked at him angrily. He was almost certain he knew where might be, kind of.
Rest, a voice whispered through his mind. He spun around, trying to figure out who would be playing with him. When he could see no one, he continued walking. People stared at him, as though he was a leper. They kept their distance from him.
Clear your mind. The staggering gait became a confident stride. He would make sure they were put somewhere safe. He needed food and drink. More importantly, he had to find a way of acquiring those things without any money.
I forgot my lunch. And again, the change was instantaneous. He fell against a wall, his breathing was irregular, his pupils dilated. His heart pounded against his chest. Screams rang through his mind. Were they his screams, or someone else's? He could not tell
Forget yourself. He pushed off the wall. When he looked at it, he came to realise that it was not a wall. It was a window. In his reflection he saw how bad he looked. He was severely underweight. The once form fitting clothing hung from his body. His eyes were dead behind the stubbornness. He had a scar along his jaw, and that was when he became aware of the other aches and pains that riddled his body.
I need my notes. The violet eyes glazed over. They stared at their reflection, almost as though they had no idea what they were looking at. A grin broke out across the handsome face. He reached out to the window, gently running his fingertips along the outline of his mouth.
His eyes widened when an image flashed in his mind. It was quickly covered with the smoke, but he knew what he had seen. He was laying on his back, staring up at a shadowed man who ran his fingers along the outline of his lips. There was a sadistic laugh. And that was the end of it. The rest had been taken by the smoke.
Sleep. And he did, happily. His mind finally gave way, and he was sleeping restlessly. He was likely to be plagued by dreams of black smoke. And he was fine with that. As long as he didn't remember anything else. The smoke was there for his protection.
He paused when he heard his name. He looked over his shoulder, staring down at the youngest Kaiba. He was hoping he wouldn't be recognised, but at the same time with the way he looked, it was a miracle that anyone knew who he was.
Sandalwood and jasmine. He fought to keep the other back, but was a losing battle. Eventually the purple eyes became glazed, dilated and unfocused. The youngest Kaiba seemed to notice, as he called out to the man again. When he received no spark of recognition, the oldest Kaiba stepped up to the plate.
He walked off, not bothering with them. They didn't know who he was. They didn't know what he was. They didn't know anything about him. And they would only be like the others. The others who were covered by the smoke.
He stopped walking when a strong hand took hold of his arm. It wasn't like the other hands that had touched him. But it wasn't welcoming, either. There were sorcerers at work here. He just knew it.
"What happened to you?"
He stared into curious sapphire eyes. He broke out into a grin. "Pretty… Like jewels."
The other blinked. He looked back at Mokuba and nodded. The younger Kaiba ran off to get the car. Kaiba asked what had happened again, and again received no answer that made any sense. He shook his head slightly.
What was he going to do?
He collapsed against the other. He was so strong, and smelled so nice. "I forgot my lunch notes," he whispered, as though it was a secret.
Sleep. The battle waged on, but eventually he won. He straightened his posture, looking up at the Kaiba defiantly.
"I apologise for my actions," he stated.
"Yami…"
"Not Yami – Atem." He walked off, becoming one with the crowd.

Seto had spent the last two days searching the city for Atem, or Yami. He didn't notice much difference between the two, except Atem seemed a little more tanned. He thought he had searched every inch of the urban jungle.
And still he could not find Yami.
He had spoken to Yugi about it, and came to find that Yugi didn't even know Yami was in the city. None of the other misfits knew anything about it, either. And they looked at Seto as though he was insane.
He might as well have been. If Mokuba hadn't of seen the Pharaoh as well, Seto was certain he would have put it down to a hallucination. But Mokuba had seen him; had called out to him. Seto had spoken to him. He had been corrected on the names.
So where was he?
Seto left the last refuge on his list, and stared up at the night sky. Yami had not been in any of the refuges. He had not been in any of the churches. He had basically disappeared. That wasn't something Seto was pleased about.
He could still remember the way Yami looked. The way he babbled about losing his 'lunch notes', whatever they were. Seto had noticed the scars. He had noticed the bruises. He had noticed the significant weight loss. He had noticed everything that had gone wrong with Yami.
That didn't make finding him any easier, though.
Everyone had agreed that they would keep an eye out for someone fitting Yami's description. He had left all his numbers with the people, just in case he was unavailable.
Seto had been surprised that Yugi, Honda, Anzu and Ryou had been the only ones to agree to help in the search. They had, apparently, come up empty as well. That didn't stop the questions of why the mutt hadn't offered to help them look. He had just lazily shrugged his shoulders, and told them he would look if there was any real proof that the Pharaoh was in the city.
By the gods did Seto want to punch him!
Instead, Seto had just nodded and left. He was nowhere near finding Yami, and he was beginning to worry. Had he died in the gutter somewhere? No. Someone would have remembered the King of Games being found dead in a ditch. And there hadn't been anything in the news about a body being found.
So all Seto could do was return to his mansion. He located his car, and got into the backseat. He ordered the driver to take him home. The man didn't say a word. He nodded his head, put the car into gear and promptly reversed into the lamp post behind the vehicle.
Seto glared at the back of the man's head. "What the hell are you trying to do?"
The driver held up a tanned hand, apologising without words. The gears crunched as the car was put into first, and pulled out into oncoming traffic. Seto forced himself not to scream like a girl. The driver had taken him to his destination without any problems. What the hell had happened in the last five minutes?
"Are you drunk or high?" Seto demanded.
The driver just shook his head.
Again the gears crunched, and Seto winced at the sound. While he might have money to burn, but he didn't want to have to replace his car every time he went out. Where in the blue blazes had he found this guy?
"Mokuba can drive better than you at the moment," Seto muttered.
Blue eyes widened as the car drifted around a corner, narrowly avoiding a bus. The bus driver honked his horn angrily, and Seto sighed softly. He demanded the driver to stop the car, and was ignored. He grimaced as the gears were changed, making that horrible metal sound of an amateur driver.
The car finally screeched to a halt beside a beach. Seto got out of the car, ripped open the driver's door and pulled the man out. He slammed the back against the vehicle, glaring at the shadowed face. He was going to kill that man.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"It was my first time driving stick," a familiar voice stated.
Seto stepped back, staring at Yami. The hat was removed, and Seto came to see that it wasn't Yami; it was Atem. He dreaded to ask where his real driver was. If that was Yami's evil side, then not even god knew what had happened.
"Atem…"
Atem threw the hat through the still open door. "You were looking for us," he said matter-of-factly. "Why will you not leave us alone?"
Seto had asked himself that question many times since he began his little search. He had come to several answers. It was the way Yami had looked. It was the way he had spoken. It was the fact that he had been missing for six months, and suddenly appeared out of nowhere. They were all good reasons, and hid the real one brilliantly.
"How can anyone leave you alone when you look like that?" Seto gestured to the shared body. "You look like you were tortured."
At the last word, the confident violet eyes glazed over. They became glazed, unfocused and Seto got the feeling he was dealing with Yami again. What kind of battle was raging inside the Pharaoh's mind?
Yami stared at Seto, dumbfounded. After a few moments, he grinned like a child. "You didn't hide very well!"
Seto blinked. What was he meant to say to that? It was like speaking with Mokuba, on a sugar rush. "You didn't count to fifty," he said softly.
Yami nodded, still smiling. "Okay! I'm sorry. I'll count to fifty, but you have to hide!" He turned towards the car. "One… Two… Three…"
Seto glanced over his shoulder. There wasn't anywhere to hide. And he wasn't going to run the risk of losing sight of Yami, and having Atem disappear again. Instead, he stayed where he was. When Yami reached fifty, he turned around.
"I found you!" he declared happily. He burst into a fit of giggles, which stopped abruptly. He stared off into the distance. "The smoke…"
Seto followed Yami's line of view. He couldn't see the smoke that Yami was talking about, and wondered if Yami had been on drugs for the last six months. "What smoke?"
Seto glanced back at Yami. The spirit was staring at his hands. "He let it clear…" Yami glanced up at Seto. "He let it clear."
Seto forced himself to place a hand on Yami's shoulder. "Who let what clear?"
"The smoke. It is gone."
Seto caught Yami as the spirit fainted. He had no idea what Yami was talking about, but laid him on the backseat of the car. He looked at the trunk when there was muffled screaming, and thumping. He opened it, staring down at his driver. So that was where he had been.
"I thought you were trained in self-defence?" Seto said, untying the man. "After tonight, you're fired."

Yami stared at the white ceiling. He was unsure where he was. It wasn't the dungeon he had grown accustomed to. There was a window. He could see snow falling silently outside. The room was massive. There was a computer set up in a corner. There was a large white door. The floor was covered in thick white carpet.
The bed was soft and warm. Where was the smoke?
You fought me, a voice answered. I tried to protect you. You would not listen. Now you will have to deal with the memories.
Once the voice had finished speaking, the memories flooded him. He saw everything. It all played out before him like a silent movie. He could feel the fear, the disgust, and the shame. He could see it in everyone's eyes.
With a painful scream, Yami turned onto his side. He curled into himself, clutching his head. His breathing was rough, almost as though he was convinced that would help remove the pictures in his mind. Why did I fight him? He knew the answer; he was curious.
Yami looked over his shoulder when he felt the bed dip slightly. Kaiba sat there, staring down at him. He didn't even remember seeing Kaiba before then. Was that where he was? Had Kaiba taken him in? Why would he?
"I was not sure if you wanted Yugi and the others to see you like this, so I haven't called them," Kaiba said softly. "You've been out for the last two days, screaming almost non-stop."
Kaiba reached out to touch his shoulder. Yami screamed, hunching his shoulders. Kaiba retracted his hand, and took a deep breath. Before he could stop himself, Yami felt tears falling from his eyes. Why was he still alive?
I will not let you die, the voice whispered.
Yami's body trembled. He stared out the window. He had to die. He would not allow himself to live. He didn't care who wanted him to. He would find a way of taking his own life, or finding someone who would. He refused to let a monster like himself live.

End Chapter I.
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