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Darkness Before Dawn	By : SangoHuntress1977 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3356 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: YuGiOh and the characters thereof are the sole domain of Kazuki Takahashi and all rightsholders. I'm only borrowing them for entertainment purposes and am deriving no profit.

Chapter List
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Sunday, April 24, 2005
Mai’s Clinic
Yugi took each article of clothing from Atem, folded it into four neat squares as Atem always did, and laid it on one of the chairs. As the now gowned Atem sat on the exam table, Yugi couldn’t help but admire the strong, toned calves that peered out from under the thin paper folds of the gown.
“Good. Good. These are almost completely healed,” Mai said as she gazed with cool approval at the fading welts on Atem’s back.
“Do I still need bandages?” Atem asked.
“I don’t think so. Use up the remainder of the ointment just the way you have been. Once it’s gone, you won’t need anymore,” Mai instructed.
Atem nodded.
“Now lie down,” Mai instructed.
With a gulp, Atem lay on his back on the table. After lifting up the gown, Mai began feeling around his belly, pressing in while moving her fingers in small circles.
“Bear down,” Mai commanded.
Trying to swallow his whimpers, Atem closed his eyes and clung tightly to Yugi as he pushed down with his abdominal muscles and felt his nether cheeks being parted and the slick, cool finger rimming him before pushing gently in. As he felt the invader push its way further in, Atem gave up all pretense at strength and buried his face in Yugi’s shirt.
Yugi gently rubbed Atem’s back as he watched Mai’s examination of him, wishing that Atem need not undergo this invasive procedure.
The only thing enabling Atem to endure the feeling of being violated in this manner was the gentleness of Mai’s movements inside him and Yugi’s comforting touch on his back.
“Bear down,” came Mai’s command after a seeming eternity.
Atem did so and breathed a sigh of relief as Mai withdrew from within him. He tensed up a second later when he felt the warm, moist towelette being run over his crevice to remove the remaining lubricant.
“You’ll be glad to know you’re fully healed and I won’t have to do that to you again… except of course when I check your prostate,” stated Mai.
Poor Atem could only cling to Yugi.
“Thanks, Mai-sensei,” said Yugi for both of them.
“You can get dressed now,” said Mai as she left the room.
“Well, that wasn’t too bad, was it?” asked Yugi as he handed Atem each article of clothing around the screen.
“It’s not the worst I’ve felt,” Atem’s voice rumbled.
Yugi frowned. No, no it wasn’t.
That night...
Thump-bump!
That sound from down the hall was enough to startle Yugi from a sound sleep, causing him to prop himself up on his elbows and listen.
"No! Stop touching me!"
At the sounds of Atem's anguished cries, Yugi flipped off his blanket, went over to his door and peeked down the dark hallway.
Thump-bump!
"It hurts! Take it out!"
A deeply frowning Yugi made his way down the hallway until he stood before Atem's door. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Yugi gingerly pushed open the door to the Egyptian's room and peeked in. In the darkness, he could just make out Atem thrashing on the bed, limbs once again entangled in the bedclothes.
'Oh, Atem...' he thought, heart sinking at seeing his friend once again in such distress.
Remembering the disastrous consequences of trying to startle Atem awake, Yugi decided to try a different approach as he cautiously crept over to the bed.
'I know Mai-sensei said not to touch him, but I really don't wanna end up with a lamp to the head again,' Yugi thought as he stood at the bedside.
"Easy, Atem. It's OK. You're just having a nightmare. I'm gonna touch you. It's just Yugi, your friend. No one's gonna hurtcha," Yugi spoke in a gentle, but firm voice as he slowly extended his hand. "I'm gonna put my hand on your forehead."
Yugi laid his hand on Atem's sweat slicked brow, gently caressing it and stroking thick bangs away from the hot, moist skin. As he did this, Yugi noticed a gradual change in Atem. Though he still cried out, Yugi could feel the tension draining from his body as all movement gradually ceased.
"See? That's not so bad, is it?" Yugi spoke softly. "I gotcha, buddy. I'm right here with you. OK?"
Atem had completely stopped crying by now, only emitting small whimpers as his breathing began to gradually even out. Yugi couldn't help but smile at the change he was eliciting in his friend. He spent the next few minutes talking softly to Atem and stroking his now cooling brow. Finally, Atem's body was completely relaxed.
"OK, buddy. How about we get you untangled from those blankets now, hm?" Yugi suggested softly.
"Mmm..." was Atem's whimpered response.
"I'm gonna touch your left arm, just to get it out from the blankets," warned Yugi as he gradually shifted his touch to Atem's left arm and began disentangling the limb from the blankets. "That's what you're feeling. I'm just setting you free. There we go. That was OK, right? Now I'm gonna do your right arm."
So it went, with Yugi gently telling the sleeping Atem everything he was doing, moving slowly and gently, freeing Atem, limb by limb, until at last, he was properly tucked in, with the blanket up to his neck.
"There ya go, buddy. That's better, huh?" Yugi cooed to his dark twin as he once again caressed Atem's brow.
"Mmmm..." Atem murmured, lips turning up in a small smile.
"I'll letcha get back to sleep now. Night, Até," Yugi whispered, gradually lightening his touch and pulling away from the bed.
On silent feet, Yugi stole from the room, pausing at the doorway to check on his sleeping Egyptian one last time. As the sound of Atem's deep, even breathing reached his ears, Yugi huffed a small sigh of relief and stole from the room, shutting the door behind him.
'Have good dreams, Atem!' he thought as he retreated to his own room to find sleep once again.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Domino University
“Fantastic news! On June 11, there’s to be a Duel Monsters convention, right here in Domino City! Duelists of all ages and levels are invited to dress as their favorite Duel Monster and spend a fun-filled evening among other duelists, competing in informal duels, trading cards and even hearing a speech by the creator of Duel Monsters, Pegasus J. Crawford. Dinner is provided gratis,” Bakura exclaimed.
“Huh?” went Yugi and Jou on that last part.
“For free,” Bakura supplied.
“I’m dere, dude!” cheered Jou.
“I’m gonna get started on my costume right away. I’ll be the Black Magician!” enthused Yugi.
“I’ma be Red Eyes!” declared Jou.
“I’ll likely go as Dark Necrophilia,” said Bakura.
“This is gonna be off the chain!” cried Yugi as he jumped to his feet. “C’mon, Jou! Let’s go home and get to work on our costumes!”
“We got till June,” said Jou as he stood up.
“Well, there’s no time like the present. C’mon, c’mon, c’on!” cried Yugi as he tore out of the room and down the hall.
“Ha ha! Lil guy gits so jazzed fer Duel Monstahs. T’anks fer da news, Bakura. See ya nex’ week,” said Jou with an inclination of his head.
“You’re welcome. See you then,” said Bakura, also bowing his head.
“Hey, Yuge! Wait up, man!” Jou called as he went tearing from the room, leaving Bakura to his library.
‘Those two are so lively and enthusiastic,’ Bakura thought. ‘Though Jounouchi is probably more excited about the free food than anything else.’
A light smile playing on his lips, Bakura began cleaning up, riffling through some stray papers and whatnot. He stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes fell on the purple robed figure of Yugi’s Black Magician! Bakura picked up the card and stared at it.
‘Oh, bother! Yugi’s favorite card. He must have forgotten it in his excitement,’ he thought. ‘Well, there’s nothing to do but return it to him right away. It’s times like this I almost regret not carrying a cell phone.’
Bakura shut off the lights, closed up and went to find a bus.
At home…
Yugi and Jou sat watching a dorama, their mouths watering as the spicy scent of the chicken dish Atem was cooking kept piquing their olfactory glands. However, it wasn’t this that kept Yugi fidgeting and glancing about in agitation.
‘Something’s wrong,’ he thought to himself. ‘Feels like I forgot something, but I know I brought everything home in my backpack and my phone’s charging on my desk, so it’s nothing like that.’
Just then, there came a gentle tapping at the front door.
“I’ll get it!” yelped Yugi, jumping up and running to the door.
The door swung open to reveal Bakura, Black Magician card in his hand.
“My Black Magician!” cried Yugi, even as Bakura proffered it to him with both hands.
[“Guys, dinner!” Atem called.]
Resisting the urge to snatch the card from Bakura’s hands and caress it to his cheek, Yugi took the card with two upraised palms and bowed slightly.
“Thanks for returning him, Bakura,” he said formally. ‘That’s probably what’s been bugging me since we got home!’
“Yugi, are you going to eat or should I refrigerate your chicken?” asked Atem shortly, striding into the room.
At the sight of the Egyptian, still clad in his apron, Bakura’s eyes grew to the size of saucers and he started to back away.
“Y-Yami…” he breathed.
Upon hearing his old, and very hated, sobriquet, Atem’s eyes narrowed and he visibly bristled, lips curling down in a resolute frown.
“Wait! Bakura, this is Atem Ishtar!” Yugi said in an attempt to avoid bloodshed. “Atem, this is Bakura. He’s the one who got me your address.”
“I… I see. V-very nice to meet you, Ishutaru-san,” stammered Bakura as he bowed from the waist.
“Likewise,” said Atem curtly with an equally stiff bow.
“I know! Why don’t you stay for dinner as my thanks for you returning my Black Magician?” invited Yugi. “Atem always makes plenty, so that shouldn’t be a problem. Right, Até?”
“Hmph! As you wish,” growled Atem, turning on his heel and striding back into the kitchen.
“Really, that’s alright, Yugi. I just wanted to see your favorite card safely home. There’s no need to…” Bakura tried to decline, but had to stop as Yugi all but yanked him in by the arm, shutting and locking the door behind them.
“I insist! You went out of your way to return my card to me, so this is the least I can do,” said Yugi as he manhandled poor Bakura upstairs.
In the bathroom…
“So, it was really Yami’s address you had me search that night?” Bakura asked as he and Yugi stood over the sink.
“Yeah. Sorry for not telling you, but I was scared you’d refuse if I told you who he was,” explained Yugi as he scrubbed his face with a warm, wet cloth.
“As I would have,” replied Bakura emphatically. “Yugi, you’ve no idea how dangerous he is!”
At these words, Yugi’s countenance fell and he turned a stony glare Bakura-ward.
“He’s not dangerous,” Yugi countered flatly. “He’s been nothing but awesome since he’s been here…”
“You don’t know his true nature, Yugi. Once, in the hallway at Renka, I saw two bullies standing over him. One of them touched his shoulder and he just exploded, screaming DON’T TOUCH ME and beat them to bloody pulps,” said Bakura. “His eyes were blazing, like a wild animal or a…”
“Demon?” Yugi asked, swallowing around the lump growing in his throat.
“Well, yes…” Bakura answered hesitantly, seeing the disapproval in Yugi’s gaze.
Yugi took a deep breath to quell the anger he felt rising up in his throat and all but strangling his voice. Up to this point, he hadn’t realized just how fond of Atem he had truly become. But when he heard his classmate, who really didn’t know Atem at all, despite having attended the same high school, he realized all too clearly just how much Atem had come to mean to him.
“You told me you don’t care about a person’s past or reputation as long as they can duel. Did you really mean that, Bakura?” Yugi asked around the lump growing in his throat.
“What? Of course I…” protested Bakura. “Wait a minute! Are you saying that Yami…”
“His name is Atem…”
“You’re telling me he plays Duel Monsters?” Bakura finished.
“Not only does he play, he’s kicked my ass half the time we’ve played!” Yugi continued.
“Yugi… I…” Bakura stammered.
“Bakura… you’re the one who doesn’t know Atem’s true nature,” Yugi continued in a low voice. “Maybe he did get in fights, but did you ever stop to think that maybe there were reasons for it? He’s not the insane demon all the stories you blindly believe say he is!”
Try as he might, Yugi was unable to stem the lachrymose tide that now poured down his cheeks from blazing, indignant eyes.
“Yugi…” Bakura gasped.
“For your information, Atem saved me from two bullies who were gonna beat me up for the major offense of getting in their way,” Yugi continued, voice breaking despite his best efforts. “If he was really this horrible nut job, he wouldn’t have helped me.”
“I-I didn’t know…” stammered Bakura.
“I challenge you, Bakura!” Yugi declared suddenly as he dashed the tears from his face. “You stay and eat dinner with us, then duel Atem after. If his skills measure up, you’ll know I’m right. If they don’t, then you’re right.”
Bakura opened his mouth to reply.
“Hey Yuge, didja fall in da bathtub again?!” came Jou’s voice from downstairs. “Some a us wanna eat!”
“Alright, Yugi. I’ll duel Ya… Atemu-san, if he agrees to it,” Bakura agreed.
With a stiff nod, Yugi opened the door and led Bakura downstairs.
“Dere ya are! Me ‘n Temu thought maybe ya got lost upstairs,” teased Jou as he plopped down into his seat.
“Er… Ishutaru-san. Thank you for having me for dinner on such short notice,” said Bakura nervously.
“Don’t thank me. It was Yugi’s eyes idea,” growled Atem, evidently still irritated at Bakura for calling him Yami.
Bakura swallowed nervously and glanced at Yugi.
“OK, guys. Let’s sit down. This chicken smells awesome,” said Yugi brightly.
“Itadakimasu!”
As soon as the chicken hit his tongue, Bakura was transported to seventh heaven. Who would have known Yami could cook? Perhaps Yugi wasn’t entirely wrong in his admiration of him. Bakura glanced at Atem out of the sides of his eyes as he sat and ate quietly. He certainly didn’t seem like an insane, raging demon right now.
“I must say, Ishutaru-san, this chicken is sublime,” the white hair exclaimed at length.
“Thank you,” replied Atem, icy demeanor thawed just an iota by Bakura’s compliment.
After a few more minutes, during which the only sounds were chopsticks clinking against plates and food being chewed, Bakura again spoke up.
“Er, Ishutaru-san?” he began.
“Just Atem is fine,” Atem answered, taking a sip of his drink.
“Atem… would you be up for a duel after dinner?” Bakura invited.
Atem glanced at Yugi and Jou, who were watching the whole exchange with large, curious eyes, then turned to Bakura once again.
“It would be my pleasure,” he replied, fixing Bakura with a piercing gaze.
Later…
While Yugi and Jou looked on, Atem and Bakura exchanged decks to cut and shuffle. Formality completed, Yugi tossed a coin.
“Heads,” said Atem.
“Tails,” said Bakura.
“Tails,” said Yugi as he checked the coin.
“My turn. I begin by playing Dark Spirit of the Silent and a face down card,” announced Bakura. “Turn over.”
“I play Cursed Dragon and one card face down,” Atem announced.
And…
“My Black Magician attacks your Ectoplasmer, dropping your life points to null,” Atem concluded.
“Well, I’ll be…” gasped Bakura. “It’s my total defeat. Atem, I apologize profusely.”
Atem frowned and cocked his head.
“Whatever for?” he inquired.
“For blindly believing rumor and hearsay instead of learning for myself,” Bakura explained as he gathered his cards.
Atem blinked, then smiled at the white haired teen.
“Thank you, Bakura. I greatly enjoyed our duel. Perhaps we might duel again one day,” he said happily.
“Perhaps sooner than that. How would you like to be part of the circle?” Bakura asked.
Atem’s eyes widened and he glanced over at Yugi who smiled and nodded emphatically. After returning that smile, Atem looked at Bakura.
“It would be an honor,” he said with an inclination of his head.
“Wonderful. I’ll list your name as in reserve until you can return to school,” said Bakura as he wrote Atem’s name down.
“Thank you,” smiled Atem.
‘Yes!’ Yugi gave a silent cheer.
“Of course, you’ll want to come to the convention with us in June,” suggested Bakura.
Atem’s eyes widened. He had heard Yugi and Jou talking about the convention, but hadn’t actually considered attending. Now that he was officially part of the circle, this changed everything. As long as his friends attended, he knew he could go too.
“I would like very much to attend,” he said with a shy smile. “What monsters are you going as, guys?”
“I’m gonna go as Marshmallon!” Yugi declared suddenly.
“Mahshmallon?! I t’oughtchu was… Ooph!”
This as Yugi elbowed Jou in the gut.
“What are you going as, Jou?” Yugi asked sweetly, but with just a bit of venom in his voice.
“Red Eyes, of course. What else?” coughed Jou.
“Then I’ll be the Black Magician,” declared Atem with a smile.
“Awesome!” cheered Yugi.
That night…
Click click click click
Yugi couldn’t help the smile of accomplishment that graced his features as he slid eight more pieces together and joined two more sections. The puzzle was now a quarter finished and beginning to take shape.
‘It’s a pyramid! Where’ve I see this before?’
/
c 1270 BC
Waset, Kemet
The chariot sped along over the golden sand, pulled by four white horses. Muscles bulging as he expertly manned the reins, the Pharaoh turned to Hebai, lips pulled up in a warm smile, ruby eyes glittering with warmth and love. When Hebai felt an arm snaking around him and pulling him closer to that strong, warm body, his heart raced in his chest.
Hebai attempted to plaster his body to the Pharaoh’s, but as always, was somewhat thwarted by the large golden pyramid that hung from Atem’s chest. Wrinkling his little face in displeasure at the large gaudy pendant, Hebai contented himself with snuggling against Atem’s side instead of his chest.
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