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Let me be with you	By : PixieDust291 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1709 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Let me be with you
Chapter thirteen

By Pixiedust291

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                It had been a full twenty-four hours, but the dream still haunted him. Yami’s mind was plagued with the images he had seen and that face of the blond-haired boy. That unforgettable face. It, more then anything else, affected him. Fragments of what seemed like memories struggled inside his head, as if they were under a thin layer of nylon but could not break free. When he had come into work today, Mai had put him on cleaning duty. Which was just fine with him—that way he wouldn’t have to deal with the customers in his frail condition. He wiped down the tables, cleaned the dishes, swept the kitchen, and categorized the inventory. He kept his head down, his bangs obscuring his vision.

                “Hey!” called a voice.

                Yami looked up with a dull expression at one of the cooks. The cook looked at him curiously before pointing to Yami’s hand. Yami blinked and looked to find himself about to walk into the freezer holding a live lobster that one of the other cooks had ordered him to get. Yami blushed and turned to the cook, handed him the lobster, and ran out of the kitchen. He walked down the hall to the employee lounge, rubbing his temples. God, he had to snap out of this. He entered the small white room that was only occupied by one table.

                “Hey.”

                Yami looked up and gazed at the girl named Rabecca. She was wearing a pink party dress and held a romance novel in one hand, her index finger jammed between two pages. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

                Rabecca shrugged. “No worries.” She then went back to reading her book.

                Yami gazed at the floor for a while before asking softly, “Um…that boy…the one that you said I was with…was he…did he have spiky hair like mine, and were his eyes a dark amethyst?”

                Rabecca did not look up from her reading. “Yeah, except his hair didn’t have the extra blond spikes. You both look like you killed a sea urchin and stuck it on your heads.”

                Yami ignored the comment. “Can…can you tell me that boys name?”

                Rabecca closed her book and looked up at the ceiling, seemingly trying to remember. “Nope, I don’t think you or that furry fellow ever said his name.”

                Yami nodded and was about to leave when he bumped into Mai. “S-sorry.”

                Mai smiled the kind of smile a mother might give to a child. “It’s fine. However, I need you to put on your apron. There’s a customer out there that wants you.”

                “Me?”

                “Yes, he requested you personally.” Mai handed him his black apron before disappearing behind a closed door.

                Yami walked out, carrying the customer’s order of ramen with grilled chicken and a cup of sake. He walked up to the table and set the food down, bowing. “Your meal, sir.”

                “Thank you, Yami.”

                Yami paused just as he was about to leave. He turned to the man, who was wearing long black pants, a light purple shirt, and a pair of sunglasses. His hair was long and sandy colored “How do you know my name?”

                The man looked in his direction, the glasses hiding his expression. “I come here a lot. Do you remember me?”

                Yami shook his head. “No, sir, I’ve never met you before this very moment.” Something about the man’s voice alarmed Yami. It filled him with rage and worry, feelings he never knew could intertwine themselves.

                The man nodded slowly and removed his glasses to reveal lavender eyes—one of which was framed with bruised skin. “You don’t remember me at all?” the man asked.

                “…No.” Yami said slowly. “Should I, sir?”

                The man stared at Yami for a long time before frowning and shaking his head. “You seriously don’t remember.”

                “If you wish me to remember so much, sir, then why not give me a hint or image that may jog my memory?” Yami nearly growled, his mixed emotions about the man seeping through.

                The man looked down at the table, then out the window. His expression seemed to go from worry to hatred, then back to worry again. “Little child. Be not afraid. The storm clouds mask your beloved moon, and its candlelight beams. Still keep pleasant dreams. I am here tonight.”

                Yami gazed at him in horror. He took a step back. “What?”

                The man continued “This same rain that draws you near me. Falls on rivers and land, and forests and sand. Makes the beautiful world that you see. In the morning.”

                Yami gulped. “How do you know that song?”

                “It’s his favorite. He’s sung it to Ryou many times in the last few hours.” The man then turned and stared Yami dead in the eyes. “Rip apart your mind, Yami.”

                Yami looked at him as if he were mad—though to Yami’s knowledge, he probably was. “You need to eat your food, sir. And please do not ask for me ever again.” He bowed. “Good day.”

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                As Yami walked home he made sure to pay close attention to his surroundings. With all that had happened in the last few days he wouldn’t have been surprised if someone jumped out and raped him. He turned the corner to his apartment building and was greeted by Mr. Mouto.

                “Oh hello, Yami. I have those brownies I promised.” The old man smiled as he handed the warm pan to Yami.

                “What? Oh, well, thank you.” Yami grinned. He couldn’t quite understand why Mr. Mouto was giving him food, but he was not about to complain.

                “You’re quite welcome, and make sure that friend of yours gets some too.”

                “Oh, Jonouchi? Sure.”

                “Well…yes, Jonouchi too. But I was referring to that cute young man. He seemed so shy when I met him.”

                “Young man? You mean…Yugi?” The name suddenly flowed from Yami’s lips, startling him.

                “Yes, but it’s late. So you should go on—my, Yami, are you all right? You’ve gone completely white.”

                Yami gulped and shook his head. “No, no, I’m fine. Really. I just need some sugar is all. I’ll go up to my room immediately.” Mr. Mouto nodded but helped Yami to the first flight of stairs.

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                Yami flopped down on his bed and gripped his pillow tightly. He felt nauseated again and his head felt hot. It felt like needles were being stabbed into every neuron. His breathing came in explosive gulps and he closed his eyes to the light around him. “Rip apart your brain, Yami!” The command inside his head was like an echo. Yami clutched his head tighter and groaned. He could feel something, like a tear in the nylon. Part of him wanted to open it further and bathe in what it could offer, but another part of him feared it. If he went toward the tear he knew the pain would increase. Warm, strong arms enveloped him, bringing him to rest against a broad and warm chest. The handling of his body was like that of a father’s, and Yami wondered if he were dreaming. He couldn’t open his eyes, but the warmth surrounding him seamed to be a lifeline for him. It connected him to the outside word and dulled the pain he was feeling. Every nerve in his body seemed to be fighting…fighting to remember.

                “Yami…Yami, listen to me,” came a soothing male voice. Yami immediately tuned in to it, drinking in every word as if it were water. Strange, he considered. He was acting like a child, and yet he was in college. “Yami, I want you to fight the pain. Do you remember Yugi?”

                “Yugi?” Yami thought. He could feel the tear in his mind grow bigger. “Yugi…he…he’s my friend…?”

                “No. Who is Yugi?”

                The tear ripped a little more, images of a boy smiling at him filled his mind. “Yugi…he’s my…” The images seemed to be pouring out faster, too fast for the tear to handle. Yami clutched his head and screamed as the opening was shredded apart. Visions of Yugi flooded his mind. The night he brought Yugi home, the night Yugi slept in the same bed, the night Yami sang Yugi to sleep, the game world and Yugi with kitty ears, Yugi being kissed by Atem, Yugi kissing him, hugging him, and smiling at him. Then finally the image of Yugi’ crying face as he yelled for Yami, reaching out with his hand to clasp his own. Yami’s eyes shot open and he coughed, clinging to the figure holding him as his body shook. His eyes flooded with tears that dripped down his pink cheeks. “He…he was my…I loved him. He was my steel angel, my persocom…my lover. He was—” His body shook again and more tears fell. “They took him. Those bastards in the black suits took him! And that man…he wiped my memory so I wouldn’t remember—” Yami was caught in another fit of coughs.

                The arms tightened and helped lift him off the bed. Between shallow breaths, Yami asked, “Where…where are you taking me…who are you?”

                “I am Atem, and I am taking you to Yusai,” the voice laughed softly.

                “Atem,” Yami whispered. “Yeah, I remember you. Atem, we—”

                “We will find Yugi. I promise you, Yami.”

                “But—” another cough. “What if—”

                “He’s alive, Yami. I’m sure of it.”

                Yami said nothing more, but nodded against the blond man’s chest. His body felt so weak, his mind on the verge of collapsing. He opened his eyes long enough to see Atem getting into a black SUV before they closed and he saw only darkness.

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                Yami awoke to the delightful sight of seeing Mokuba staring at him not two inches from his face. Yami jolted in surprise before saying, “Mokuba?!” Yami looked around “Where am I? And why are you eher?”

                “You’re safe at Yusai’s house. As for me, I’ve been here for the last day and a half.”

                “What time is it?” Yami asked as he looked the boy over. “And why are you wearing pink pajamas? Jeez, you look even more like a girl now.” Yami then received a hard smack to the back of the head.

                “Shut up. Look, I’m glad you’re awake. It’s around five and all of us are about to hear Yusai’s plan.”

                “Yusai’s plan? You mean to get Yugi back!” Yami exclaimed.

                “Yes, and much more. Yami, there is something you should know—”

                “Why are you wrapped in bandages?”

                “Please, let me explain, all right?”

                For the next half hour Mokuba briefly described the situation and his involvement in the whole scenario. “You…betrayed me,” Yami said flatly, without emotion.

                “No, I didn’t mean to. Look, I’m sorry—” He was interrupted from finishing his sentence by Yami’s fist punching him dead in the face.

                Mokuba fell to his back and looked up at Yami in shock, rubbing his jaw. There was no blood and he doubted that Yami’s hit would leave a bruise, but it still stung like hell. He gazed up into the crimson eyes of the man before him and saw anger. It was then that Mokuba realized just how much Yugi had changed Yami and affected his life. “Yami…”

                Yami seemed shocked by his actions as well. He looked at his palm in disbelief. “I…Mokuba…”

                Mokuba leaned up, putting a hand on Yami’s shoulder. “I’ll get him back, Yami. I swear it.” Yami looked up at him. The man’s gaze still had not softened to friendly appreciation.

                A knock at the door alerted the two boys before a blonde haired man entered. He wore white clothing from head to toe and had a camera in one hand. “Hey, boys. Not interrupting anything, am I?”

                “Yami, this is Jack. He’s a journalist who’s going to expose Industrial Illusions for what they are really doing.” Yami nodded to the man and grew even more stiff when Yusai and Atem walked in.

                “You feeling better, Yami?” Yusai asked.

                “Yes. How are we going to get Yugi back?”

                Yusai smirked. “Right down to business. All right, now listen, because everyone has a part.” The man unrolled a long blueprint and pointed to a room.
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