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Title: A Game of Masques
Chapter: 9/?
Author: Lee-Ann Shadowdancer (AKA
Silvershadowfire)
Rating: This chapter � R.
DISCLAIMER:
I don�t own YuGiOh, - the story is mine.

Chapter 9 � To Kyoto

The darkness cleared, leaving Yugi blinking at
Bakura and Ryou in shock, trying to figure out exactly what had happened. Yami was still out cold in his arms, but the
twitching had stopped; he appeared to be in a more or less normal sleep.
�What happened?�
the two white-haired demons demanded in unison.
�I don�t know for sure.� Yugi admitted as fatigue washed over
him. �I�� The room spun for a moment before
settling. �I don�t feel so good��
�Here.�
Ryou knelt beside Yugi, holding him in his cool grasp. �Bakura, take Yami please. It�s dark enough to leave now � why don�t you
just close your eyes, Yugi, and take a little nap? Bakura and I will get you to Kyoto without a problem.� Yugi nodded wordlessly � the fatigue and the
dizziness were combining forces now. He
managed to tug the address out of a pocket, handing it over to the storm-demon
before falling into darkness with a sigh.
In the commotion, no one noticed two streaks of
blood - one red, one black - which had ended up on the puzzle, only to be
slowly absorbed into the shining gold.
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Twilight painted the skies as Ryou and Bakura flew
from the porch of Yugi�s apartment, wings pumping silently in the cooling air.
�We won�t get to Kyoto tonight.� Bakura called, balancing Yami on his
back. He held the mortal by both arms
over his shoulders, both to keep Yami from falling and to prevent him from
sliding and fouling Bakura�s wings. �We�ll have to stop somewhere before day
breaks.�
�What about the hotel?� Ryou asked, Yugi cradled lightly in his
arms. �It�s about halfway, and we can
stay there until night falls. Maybe Yugi
can make a portal to Kyoto
in the morning � after all, it�s unlikely that Malik and Marik will be able to
track us there.�
�I�d rather be safe than sorry.� Bakura grunted. �And it won�t take us all that much longer
if we hurry. Come on, slowpoke.�
Ryou
grinned and used a touch of his magic, summoning a tailwind to speed them
through the deep night sky.
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Kaiba
sat in his office, quietly going over documents that had been neglected in his
search for Yami Motou.
Wind
gusted suddenly; Marik and Malik landed in the office, Malik immediately
holding up the Rod to affirm control over their pawn. Nothing happened for a long moment�then Kaiba
looked up from his desk, not looking at either demon directly. Malik blinked at the mortal, then at the Rod. He could not feel the shape of Kaiba�s mind. �Why isn�t this thing working?� he demanded.
�Hello.� Kaiba said calmly. �Just so you know I did find your quarry for
you; the information is in my desk.
However, you won�t be able to take advantage of the fact.� Suddenly the windows slammed shut and a steel plate slid over both windows and
door. �Don�t try and get out � the walls
are electrified. You will be taken to
the authorities, charged with trespassing��
Marik snarled and punched Kaiba, only to have his hand go through the
businessman as though he were an illusion.
�What
the hell?� the demon blinked as �Kaiba� wavered and vanished, leaving behind
only a small half-circle of metal. �It�s
a fucking hologram! He tricked us!�
�I
am getting very, very tired of people doing that.� Malik growled � he spun and punched right
through the outside window, steel door and all.
The electricity sparked and spat over his body, but he ignored it. �Grab the information, Marik, and let�s get
going.�
Wordlessly
Marik went through Kaiba�s desk until he found the right report, then followed
his brother out the window, throwing up his cloak of invisibility just as the
human law enforcement people busted into the room.
�Where
do we have to go?�
�According
to this, Yami was spotted on Hokkaido.� Marik answered. �Let�s go.�
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�Where
is he?� With a crash that shook dust from
the rafters, Kyoshori Motou�s goons slammed Sugoroku Motou up against the
wall of the Kame Game Shop. The older man gasped as the air was driven
out of his lungs, glaring hatred at his middle, disowned son.
�Who?� Sugoroku managed at
last. One of the goon made as if to
punch him, but held off as Kyoshori lifted his hand.
�Yami. He�s gone�he had no where else to go, except
the street. You must have helped him get
out of Domino to Hokkaido.�
�I
don�t know what you�re talking about. I
haven�t seen the boy since you took him out of here eight years ago.�
Kyoshori
nodded and the goon�s fist slammed home in his stomach. Sugoroku tried to
breathe through sudden shooting pain in his chest.
�Drop
him.� Kyoshori ordered curtly. �If you run across Yami, old man, tell him
that I�m looking for him, and that he had better come home quickly.�
Leaving
his father gasping in pain, Kyoshori stormed out of the store and into his
limo, snapping at his driver to get him to work.
Yami
still hadn�t been found. Kaiba-sama had sent him a report stating the boy was on Hokkaido � though how
he�d gotten that far was a mystery � and that Kaiba Corp would be washing it�s
hands of the matter from this point on. He snarled, grinding his teeth. The boy was a valuable asset, and he didn�t
want to waste 8 years of investment for no return.
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Dawn
had just broken when Ryou and Bakura landed on the top of a skyscraper. Ryou left his mate to care for the other two
and slipped down the side of the building to the alley behind. He folded his wings and walked around to the
front of the building, which turned out to be a rather upscale hotel.
�Good
day.� Ryou greeted the desk clerk with
his sunniest smile. The woman smiled
back, blushing lightly. My name is Ryou Moudikku�I was wondering if my room is available?�
�Of
course sir.� The woman � her name tag
said Hikado � immediately punched a few keys on her
keyboard, registering him, before handing him two keycards. �How long will you be staying, sir?�
�Just
for the day.� The storm demon answered,
placing the keycards in his jean pocket.
�We�ll�I�ll be leaving about 6:30 tonight.�
Ms.
Hikado didn�t even turn a hair at the change in
phrasing. Ryou paid the hotel well for
it�s service. �Thank you for staying,
sir.�
Ryou
thanked her politely, moving to the elevators.
Bakura would already have gotten in through the window and taken Yami
and Yugi to the room. Normally they
weren�t quite this paranoid about not being seen, but they didn�t want to take
a chance on any of the staff spotting their companions � Marik and Malik had
their means of finding information, and were not pleasant about it.
As
he suspected, Bakura was waiting for him when he opened the door; Yami and Yugi
were curled up together on one of the two queen-sized beds and the delicious
smell of coffee wafted from the kitchenette.
�Any problems?� Bakura asked as
he locked the door behind his mate.
�No.� Ryou shook his head, stretching stiff
arms. �Breakfast should be here in about
three-quarters of an hour � we didn�t give them any warning, after all. Have they woken up yet?�
�Not
a peep.� Bakura grabbed the coffeepot
and poured Ryou a cup of the dark liquid, spooning in a dash of sugar and cocoa
powder. �They curled up like that when I
put them on the bed and that�s it. I
wasn�t out this long, was I?�
Ryou shook his head.
�But then you didn�t have the mental difficulties that Yami does, and
there is no way to predict what the magic of the mating bond is doing to either
one of them. It changed you greatly and
me only a small bit � we don�t know if that will hold true, or what happened to
them in that cloud of darkness earlier.�
Bakura actually shivered.
Ryou did too, wrapping his hands around the warm mug of coffee as a
chill ran down his back. That
darkness�it had not been the normal darkness of night or of the mortal world,
nor even of the demon realms. Those
shadows had been aware, in a primitive fashion � and that scared him. What had called them, and what had they done
to Yami and Yugi? Until the pair woke
from their sleep, it would be impossible to even speculate.

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Yami whimpered in the cold light, reliving his nightmare
over and over. He saw the room, the
merciless note from Father, the torturous waiting�the darkness pulling
something from his soul, the utter helplessness� He would have screamed, but he couldn�t find
the breath. He would have fought, but
fatigue weighed down his mind and soul.
:Yami.: A soft
voice broke into the endless cycle of his nightmare. Yami blinked his crimson-violet eyes,
breathing harsh and raspy. :Yami,
please. Don�t do this to yourself.:
He didn�t have the strength to speak; he wished he could,
just to be able to answer the concern in Yugi�s beautiful voice. :I want to�I can�t�:
Warm arms wrapped around his shoulders; night-dark wings
circled around him, protective and gentle.
The nightmares shredded and vanished under the feel of another presence
with him and somehow within him, banishing his fear and pain.
:They�re just memories, beloved.: Yugi whispered. Yami realized slowly that the demon wasn�t
talking to him�he could feel warm comforting kisses being rained on his
shoulders and back. The voice of his
love was somehow inside his head, bringing with it warmth and strength to fight
the cold despair paralyzing his soul.
:They can�t hurt you � you need to learn from them, put them aside and
carry on.:
:But�: How strange
� this mental communication was so natural, easy as breathing. :The past�:
:Is past. It
cannot be changed�only the Creator can move time. But lover�you control the future. Your choices�:
:But then, my choices made the past too.:
A pause.
:Yes�: Yugi admitted
reluctantly. Yami felt a renewed surge
of despair. :But�: the demon continued,
his hands soothing tense muscles, :You were a child, and a child has less to
choose from. And beloved, sometimes
there are no right choices � only the best ones under the circumstances.:
:But they are still my choices.: Yami admitted bitterly.
:Show me.: Yugi whispered softly. :Show me the nightmare that holds you in it�s
claws, my love.:
:No�you�ll hate me, hate me for being so weak�:
:Weak or strong, good or evil, I love you forever and
ever. There is nothing you have or will
do that will change that, sweet one. We
are together now � I am here for you and you for me. That is what this bond
means.:
Yami closed his eyes and somehow opened his mind to his
love�his mate. He opened his eyes again
to see his nightmare played out one more time, only somehow he was detached,
watching as though this hell had happened in a movie. He could feel the presence of Yugi in the
back of his mind, soothing and supporting, a gentle light. When the darkness claimed him, ripped
something from his soul, he felt a gasp of surprise and�understanding?...from
Yugi.
The vision wound to a close, leaving the two floating in
a soft twilight emptiness. Yami sighed,
savouring the lack of turmoil, the warmth on his back and sides and in his mind
from Yugi.
:I think�: Yugi
said finally, absently kissing Yami�s shoulder. :I think that this�darkness,
whatever it was, took your will to resist from you. I don�t think it�s a coincidence that you
gave up fighting your father after this.
Did you ever really disobey any of his rules after that?:
:Yes.: Yami said
firmly, then paused, casting his mind back through the last five years of his
life. :Wait�I never intentionally
disobeyed his rules. Sometime I messed
up, but not deliberately.:
:That�s what I thought.:
Yugi murmured, nuzzling into his hair.
:These shadows took your will from you.
Now�they have given that back to you, beloved. And asked me to help you find it again.: A mental smirk. :That should be fun�I can do
all kinds of exploring.:
Yami caught a spill of mental images with that sentence
that made him blush. :Yugi! I don�t think my will to resist anything is there!:
Yugi laughed, the sound rippling like bells through his
soul. :I love you, Yami.:
:I love you too.:
Yami gasped as Yugi�s fingers toyed with the skin of his chest. :Yugi, what�?�
:Hmmm?: Yugi
nipped gently at the soft skin of Yami�s collarbone. The teenager didn�t even try to fight back
the moans as Yugi�s hands drove all thought from his mind. The feel of Yugi�s mind strengthened with the
rise in Yami�s passions, but he felt no fear, only a strange wonder as that
mental light glowed brighter and brighter.
His head fell back on Yugi�s shoulder as he relaxed utterly into the
feeling of being loved and wanted and needed.
Yugi�s
hands slowed their roaming; Yami felt the demon�s shock as their minds began to
intermingle. :What is this?: Yugi gasped.
With the words came emotional overtones of discomfort and fear � he knew
how to show his emotions through physical expression, but this�to have someone
so close� Automatically Yami projected love and warmth and welcome, soothing
his lover.
:Mmm�: Yami felt Yugi�s muscles suddenly slacken
until he was draped bonelessly over Yami�s form. :�feels so good�:
And Yami closed his eyes and saw in that gentle glow the
whole of Yugi�s soul; not perfect, not even human, but full of peace and love,
and a wisdom beyond words or price. No
desire to harm an innocent lived there�but an implacable hatred of Yami�s
father lingered to stain the perfect light.
And Yami knew too that Yugi saw his own weak
essence. His flawed, broken soul. He
wept, knowing he could never be worthy of this angel in demon�s form.
Felt acceptance, and a wash of love.
:See yourself through me:
Yugi�s mind voice, full of compassion.
Saw for an instant his own soul in the light of Yugi�s, a
tapestry of a thousand purples and midnight blues and more shades of black that
the human eye could see�torn, sloppily repaired, but whole. Saw
the shadows that wove themselves into the tears, into the pattern,
strengthening it.
:I told you�so beautiful.:
Felt light warming him, drying his tears.
Drew it to himself.
:Wonderful light�:
Two
minds danced in communion beyond words, restless shadows and warm light weaving
into one, whole perfect pattern of love, joy and desire.
Forever.
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Yugi
woke first, reluctantly emerging from a vague, wonderful dream at the urgings
of his body. He lay spooned up against
Yami, gently breathing in the scent of the teenager�s hair. Bleary eyes blinked, slowly realizing that
they were in a hotel room � the generic d�cor could belong to nothing else. He managed to prop himself up on one elbow despite
the dead feeling in his arms and upper body.
On
the next bed over, two patches of white hair sticking out from under the covers
told him where Ryou and Bakura were � from the sunlight streaming into the
room, it was sometime in the late afternoon.
His
bladder quivered again; Yugi sighed and reluctantly left Yami�s warmth for the
bathroom.
After
his business was done, Yugi stretched and sighed. He felt well-rested, and almost keyed up �
and different somehow in a way he couldn�t place.
Idly
he flapped his wing, pleased to see that the damage had healed over
nicely. Incubi didn�t heal as fast as
some demons, but at least they never scarred either. Sitting down on the bed, he ran his hands
through his mate�s hair gently. The
teenager sighed and leaned into the touch.
:That�s
nice.: Yami murmured before settling
into sleep again. Yugi smiled and
repeated the gesture before he realized Yami�s lips hadn�t moved.
The
�dream� came rushing back � Yugi blinked as his brain processed the information. He and Yami�was it possible?
Closing
his eyes, he sought for the part of himself that felt �different�. Gently he projected a single one-word thought
at that part�:Yami.:
:Mmm: Yami rolled
over in his sleep, curling into a ball. :Five
more minutes.:
:Yami?: Yugi giggled and poked his mate with a
finger. Yami made a little squeaky sound
of protest, so Yugi poked him again, to the same effect. This was kind of fun!
:Go
away�sleepy�: Yami rolled over again,
grabbing Yugi around his waist and hauling the demon down beside him. :Teddy.:
Yugi
was almost convulsing with laughter.
:Yami�wake up�:
Yami
hugged him tighter. :Hush, teddy.: He snuggled his face against Yugi�s back. Yugi wiggled around and poked him between the
eyes.
:Huh?: Yami blinked at him, half-asleep. Suddenly an image appeared in Yugi�s mind; a
picture of the demon dressed in a teddy-bear suit with little fluffy bat
wings. His giggling surfaced again�had
that been Yami�s dream?
:Hello?: The communicating without words bit was
getting second-nature by now � he didn�t have to think about it. He waved his hand in front of Yami�s drowsy
crimson-violet eyes. :Do hear me?:
:Yes,
I hear you.: Yami tried to slump back
down on the bed. :Now can I go back to
sleep?:
:Lazy. No, you can�t � you need food. And have you noticed that my mouth isn�t
moving? And neither is yours for that
matter?:
:What
are you�: Yami blinked and the last of
the sleep faded from his expression. :Are�are
we talking in our heads? Like in that
dream last night?:
:Yes�: Yugi giggled at the sudden flood of
excitement in Yami�s mind. :I think
because of the mating bond�erf!: The breath left his lungs as Yami tackled him.
:COOL!: Yami laughed,
squeezing and kissing him breathless.
:This is wild!:
Yugi
blinked, trying to wrap his mind around the concept of Yami being
so�exuberant. Then he mentally shrugged
� he certainly couldn�t complain about his mate laughing and wriggling on his
lap. He wrapped his arms around Yami and
kissed him back, light playful kisses on the nose and cheeks. It became a game, as Yami tried to kiss his
mouth, while Yugi kept getting him on other parts of the face. They were both giggling fit to wake the dead.
�Get
a room, you two.� Bakura growled from
the other bed. �Some of us were up all
night!�
�Sorry,
Bakura.� They answered in perfect
tandem, then grinned at each other and added, �But we are in a room!�

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Later,
fed and cleaned, three demons and one human left with the dusk, heading along
the last leg to Kyoto,
Yami cradled in Yugi�s arms. They had
amused themselves by answering every question in perfect tandem all afternoon,
driving Bakura up the wall and sending Ryou into hysterical giggles.
Yami
snuggled tight up against his mate, lost in thought. He�d been wondering all afternoon what else
the mating ritual might have done to him besides the link with Yugi. Who knows�he might be immortal now, like Bakura. But he knew two things had changed, on a
purely mental level; for one, he was almost deliriously happy. He couldn�t
remember feeling like this, ever.
For
another, his memories had changed. They
were still there, of course, but not so close, nor so obsessive� as though he
had left Father behind years ago rather than a few days. A shadow veiled them, thought it didn�t touch
his recent memory with Yugi or his time before living with Father and Mother.
:Are
you alright, Yami?: Yugi�s voice touched
his mind, worry and love colouring the thoughts. He smiled.
He loved the feel of Yugi�s mind in his, the love and the presence
chasing away the loneliness and depression that had dogged him nearly half of
his life.
:I�m
fine. Just thinking.:
:Don�t
think too hard, beloved�I don�t want you too tired when we get to Kyoto.:
:Why
not?:
Yugi
sent him a mental image that made him blush bright red even as it stirred his
libido. :Yugi! Is that all you ever think about?:
:No�but
I don�t think you�re quite ready for the rest of it.:
Yami
blinked�then swallowed. :You�re probably
right�:
He half-slept most of the rest of the flight, not
thinking or pondering, just letting his mind drift.
It was in the darkest part of the night that he heard
it�the sound of his name being called.
:Yugi? What is
it?:
:Hmm? I didn�t say
anything, lover.:
:I thought I heard someone call my name�:
:Well, it wasn�t me, and I didn�t hear Ryou or Bakura say
it, so you must have been dreaming.:
:Strange�: Yami
shook his head. Weird dream�

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False dawn had spread across the land when they arrived
at Yugi�s apartment in Kyoto. Yami sighed and stretched � who knew that
sitting still for so long could be so fatiguing? He watched as the demons also stretched, then
flipped their wings closed in the silvery half-light, the limbs vanishing from
mortal sight.
�What floor is the apartment on?� Yami asked as they walked into the building,
towards the elevator.
�Top floor.� Yugi
answered, pressing the button. �It�s
actually larger than the one in Tokyo,
but not as nice � it�s a standard apartment, not a studio suite.� He explained as the elevator rose to the top
floor. �Still, there�s a guest room you
and Bakura can use, Ryou.�
�Thank you, Yugi.�
The storm demon smiled. Bakura
grunted, which Yami by now was guessing meant thanks.
The doors opened � they left the tiny room and followed
Yugi down the hall, turning a corner to find a pile of boxes outside the door �
with a teenager sitting on them, dressed in a long trenchcoat
over a suit, typing away at a laptop. He
looked up as they froze in the hall, and Yami got a good look at the dark brown
hair and icy blue eyes.
�Oh, Gods.� He
whispered. �Kaiba.�

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AN:
Notice:
Missing Plotbunny. If anyone has seen a plotbunny
with big purple chibi eyes and fangs, answering to the name Usagi,
could you please e-mail me? Thanks.

I�m sorry, minna! My plotbunny ran
away; that�s why I�ve been so long with this update. And I don�t think he likes school�Anyway,
I�ll try to find him, so I can have the next chapter up more quickly!
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