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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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Chapter fourteen

By Pixiedust291

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                Yugi stirred and awoke to find himself lying on a white bed with a splitting headache. He looked around the white room curiously, as its bare walls seemed familiar. He was immediately cloaked with a mixed blend of dread, hopelessness, and fear. He looked down at the small cot beneath him. It was old, and squeaked as he leaned up and swung his legs over the side. He then noticed that his clothes were missing, and that he was wearing a rathim large white t-shirt that had the number G13-TSC on the sleeve. Yugi’s finger traced the number. The black letters made him angry. He felt violated all of the sudden. He wanted to tear off the shirt and throw something at the walls. He shook his head, not understanding what he was feeling. He looked around again. The bed was the only furniture, but a small knob protruded from the middle of one of the walls. Yugi squinted his eyes at it, then puhed against the bed to stand up. He rose to his feet, and instantly stumbled forward as shooting pain ran to his shoulders. Yugi cringed and bit his lip, small droplets of blood falling from whime his teeth pierced the flesh. He leaned against a side wall, breathing through the throbbing. The ache dulled, but did not go away. Yugi walked to the knob and examined it. It was stainless steel, but did not seem to be attached to any door. He lifted his hand and banged on the walls, finding them to be rathim thick. He pressed his ear against the plaster and listened. He didn’t know how, but he could hear someone…someone humming on the othim side of the wall. “Hello?” Yugi called. The humming stopped. “Hello? Please, if you can hear me, tell me where I—”

                “Yugi?”

                Yugi was puzzled by the interruption but continued. “Look, I really need your help...” Suddenly the wall in front of him disappeared into thin air, and Yugi tumbled forward, crashing to the ground. “Ow…” he groaned, as he clutched his shoulders once more as the soreness returned.

                “Oh Yugi, it is you!”

                Yugi looked up and blinked. Sitting just a few feet away from him was a man that looked a little younger then Yami with long white hair. The man wore much the same attire as him. He was clutching a sketchbook to his chest. His face was what captivated him though—he had such a elegant face, feminine in a way and radiating with relief. His eyes were the color of sapphires, blue, deep, and warm. His expression was one sad even as he looked at Yugi with a tender smile.

Yugi rose to his feet. “Um…hello.” The man stood, setting down his sketchbook and ran toward him. He embraced Yugi with slender arms. Yugi was surprised, but suddenly felt rather content and peaceful the moment the man touched him. It was unnerving to him, for he had only ever felt that way in Yami’s embrace. “Um…do…you know me?”

                The man leaned back and looked down at him, his delicate features curved in confusion. “Know you? Yugi, I’ve known you my whole life. There hasn’t been a day when you were not by my side or I was not thinking of you.”

                “What? Not one day?” Yugi repeated

                “No, not one day. Except for just recently, though. When did they take you?”

                Yugi didn’t hear his last question because he was picking apart his brain as he tried to remember who this man was. He obviously knew Yugi, and obviously they had had a very close relationship of some sort. He then remembered the name he had spoken that day at Leon’s mansion. “Ryou?”

                The man beamed up at him. “Yes, Yugi?”

                “You’re…Ryou?”

                “Yes, you know that perfectly well.”

                “No…no, I don’t.” Yugi gazed at the ground, not wanting to meet his gaze.

                Ryou visibly shivered and stepped away from him. There was silence for a long moment before his soft voice whispered, “Yugi…what was the song you always sang to me so I could get to sleep at night?”

                Yugi shook his head. “I have no idea.”

                Ryou gasped, then cast his own eyes to the floor as tears welled up inside them. “You don’t remember anything?”

                “No.” His face rose and he took Ryou’s hands in his. “Please, tell me. Where is this place? Why are you and I here? And why do I feel like I know you?”

                Ryou blinked up at him, letting the tears roll down him cheeks. “You…don’t even remember me?”

                Yugi’ heart convulsed in pain at seeing the man’s torn expression. “No,” he said softly, and embraced him in a hug. He didn’t know why, but it seemed like the natural thing to do. The man embraced him back, but then withdrew and led him into the center of another white room, though this one only had a table and another cot as furniture. He led him over to the bed and sat down, motioning him to sit beside him.

                “To start off—your name is Yugi. My name is Ryou, and I am your best friend.” He paused to see if Yugi was listening, then continued. “We are in the cell chambers of the Industrial Illusions’ scientific labs. We are, for lack of a more humane term, their lab rats. We came from the Domino City Orphanage, just two weeks before I were to turn seventeen and get us out of that miserable place.” He paused “Funny, the orphanage seems like paradise when you compare it to this place.” Ryou waved him hand for emphasis. “The orphanage sold us to these suits for a profit. They promptly locked us in these white cages and performed a series of tests on us.” He turned to Yugi and looked him straight in the eyes. “Do you remember the tests, Yugi?”

                Yugi closed his eyes and delved into his subconscious. Blurred memories of intense agony and anguish came to him. He vaguely remembered people touching him, needles being shoved into him. He remembered scars across his back and shoulders, remembered how his body suddenly began to change. “I…can…but not clearly.”

                “Good. It’s better that you do not remember.” Ryou smiled sweetly and placed a hand on his cheek.

                Yugi cupped his hand over Ryou’s. “I…remember them hurting you…I remember that-”

                A finger gently was placed on his lips. “Especially don’t remember those memories.” Him blue depths grew darker, more haunted and mysterious.

                Yugi was concerned, but let it slide. He had a sinking feeling Ryou was right, that he shouldn’t remember the actions that went on here. “What are they trying to do with us, Ryou?”

                “They are trying to make a persocom that is able to act and feel like a human. But that’s just another way of saying they are trying to make a superhuman robot.”

                “Why…why do you say that?”

                Ryou looked at him, him warm eyes suddenly cold and void of meaning. “Because, Yugi, we are the only human experiments still alive. Everyone else is dead.”

                “Everyone?”

                Ryou shook his head. “You don’t remember Rex, Weevil, Miho, or any of those guys?”

                Yugi shook his head. “How long have they been doing—” He was cut off as his shoulders contorted in pain once more. He gritted his teeth and dug his fingers into the mattress.

                Ryou’s cool hand was on his shoulder. “They did it again.”

                “Did what?” Yugi asked as he gasped. Ryou’s frail hands gently began moving his shirt up and over his head.“Wait! What are you doing?!” Yugi stuttered as he tried to pull the shirt back down.

                “Calm down. You need to see,” Ryou soothed.

                Yugi, at his words, calmed and allowed him to remove his shirt. He was glad he had, for he found three small red puncture marks on each of his shoulders. “What—what are these?”

                “They are scars, from where they took your bone marrow,” Ryou explained before pulling at the collar of his own shirt to reveal his own shoulder. Five red marks could be seen in a horizontal line on his flesh.

                Yugi gazed at him in horror. “Ryou...”

                “It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt at the moment.” He smiled reassuringly.

Yugi grasped him hands once more. “Don’t worry, Ryou. Soon we’ll be out of here. I promise.”

                “Yugi, we’ve tried to escape from here, remember? It doesn’t work. We are trapped here.”

                “No. You asked me where I had been all this time. Well, I was out there, out in the real world. I met some people and—”

                “You met people?!” Ryou exclaimed.

                “Yes, and they’re going to help us. I just know they must—”

                “Did you kiss anyone?”

                Yugi stopped and gazed at him. “Kissed anyone?”

                “Yes… tell me!”

                “Well…” Yugi was about to answer when he saw fear flicker across Ryou’s eyes. He didn’t know why, but he soon found himself saying, “No…I just found some friends.”

                Ryou sighed, and touched a hand over him heart. “Thank goodness. If someone had kissed you, you would have instantly fallen in love with them.”

                Yugi lost his ability to breath “What?”

                “They programmed us that way. The first person we kiss we immediately fall head over heels in love with. I suppose if you had kissed someone it wouldn’t be all bad, but it would have been a false love, and not true love like you said you wanted.”

                Yugi took his hands away and let them lay limply in his lap. A false love? Was he truly not in love with Yami? Was he being forced to love? It took all his restraint not to scream. “I…I found some friends, as I was saying. I’m sure they will be here soon to save us.”

                “How can you be so sure?”

                “Because-” A loud buzzing filled the room and suddenly Ryou clapped a hand over Yugi’s mouth.

                “Go, get back into your room. Quickly!” he whispered harshly into his ear. He turned Yugi around and gave him a rough push. He did what he said without question, and no sooner did he make it to the safety of his room, the wall separating their rooms reappeared. Alone, and surrounded by quiet once more, Yugi gazed at the wall with troubled eyes. He wondered what was going on behind that wall. What was happening to Ryou? What torture was he going through? And how could he be so powerless to help him, powerless to even help himself? He stalked over to the bed and sat down, glaring at the white tiles beneath his feet. He clutched the metal bedpost bar in frustration. He didn’t want to be here, he wanted to be back home. Back with Yami. And now, just when he needed hope the most, he had to find out that he possibly was not in love with Yami…that it was just a simplistic program and not his true feelings. He clutched his chest in pain, though it was not his shoulders that were hurting-it was his heart. The vital organ was twisting in his chest, as if it too were screaming. Yugi hung his head.

“Man strives to increase his intelligence. But how far is too far? You and I are products of that intelligence.”

“I’m not understanding what you are saying. If I’m not a persocom…then what am I? Am I human?”

“No.”

“Then tell me!” Yugi growled. “This is very important to me, so just say it!”

“Why is it so important?”

“Because…because…the sooner I find out what I am, the soon Yami will…will…” Yugi closed his eyes and hung his head.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes.”

                The memory was clear and vivid. Yami’s facial features, his words, the pain Yugi had felt at that moment. Yugi took in a shallow breath. If it had hurt so much back then when he thought Yami would not love him… He opened his eyes and gazed down at his hands. Back then, Yami had not loved him, but now he did. Yami was his and his alone, just as Yugi was to him. He cupped his hands together and placed them over his chest. He could clearly feel the rhythmic beat of a heart, and the warmth coming from it was comforting to his soul. He then opened his palms and gazed at them. So what if he was a persocom, or a human, or a steel angel, or whatever the hell he could also be. The most important thing to him was that Yami loved him, and he loved Yami. He did not care if his love was fake or real, the point was he was feeling it, and happy to feel it. Yugi fingered the red marks on his shoulders, and got a sinking feeling as his fingertip brushed over the burning dots. He couldn’t explain it, but it was almost like his subconscious and body had already come to terms with something he had not fully recognized yet. He looked up at the ceiling of his white prison and frowned. “Yami… you better hurry.”

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                Yugi nearly fell out of his bed as a tray was set right at his feet. He looked up from the covers to see a man who had sandy colored hair and was wearing a white lab coat. Yugi stared at the man for a moment. He then glanced down at the food. Fearing the worst Yugi slid out of his bed and retreated to the corner of the room. “Who are you? And what are you doing here?”

                “Me, I see those vitamin tablets we give you are working. Nice physique.”

                Yugi blinked and looked down, just then noticing he was still naked. He grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around himself. The man only grinned. “Why are you here?”

                The man pointed a finger at the tray of food left at the end of the bed.

                Yugi raised a brow. “I will not eat anything you give me.”

                The men waved a hand. “Yugi, you should know I don’t give you the tainted food.”

                Yugi pursed his lips in puzzlement. “What?”

                “Oh, sorry. I forgot that Pegasus had your mind erase all your memories after you escaped.”

                “I…escaped?”

                “Yeah, gave everyone a pretty good fight too. But don’t think you can escape again. Old man’s got you sealed up pretty tight.”

                Yugi didn’t respond to the information, he only said, “Why are you telling me this?”

                “Just to refresh your memory, Yugi, there is one member of this company who is being forced to cooperate: me.” Yugi did not answer; he only looked down at his feet. The man sighed and sat down on the cot. He took a sample of food from the tray. “Come on, eat. I know you’re starving.” Yugi hesitated, but eventually walked over to the cot and sat down as well, taking a slice of the apple. The man watched him then shrugged his shoulders. “My name is Marik. Nice to meet you.”

                Yugi swallowed and looked around the room. “So… we’re…friend?”

“In a way I guess.”

“Then you’ll help me get out of here?”

                Marik’s shoulders fell. “Yugi, don’t ask me that.”

                “Why…are you being watched or something?”

                Marik lifted a mocking eyebrow. “What do you think?”

                Yugi’ face fell and he laid his chin on the top of his knees. “But…if the chance arose…?”

                “Again, don’t ask me that. You don’t remember, but I’ve told you this many times. If this whole thing is revealed, everyone is going to pay whether they wanted to be a part of it or not.”

                “So, you’re covering your ass.”

                “Hey, I’m the one who accidentally let you escape in the first place,” Marik growled.

                Yugi flinched at his tone. “I’m…sorry.” He decided to not press the issue any further. If he was going to get out of this hell once more, then he would have to hope for Yami. Him talking to old acquaintances about escape would only arouse suspicion. He brought the apple to his lips, nibbling at it bit by bit.

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                That night, Yugi awoke to find Ryou crawling into his bed. “What are you doing?”

                “I don’t feel well,” Ryou whispered, his cheeks looking rather blue. “They gave me some weird drug and now…my hips hurt.”

                Yugi’s brows furrowed and he invited the other man under the covers. “It’ll be okay,” he consoled, gripping the other man’s hands. Ryou nodded, snuggling his head against the pillow.

                “Sing me a song, Yugi,” he pleaded. “You always use to sing for everyone back at the orphanage when we were younger.” Yugi nodded and thought, but only one song came to mind. He closed his eyes and took a breath.

Little child, be not afraid

The rain pounds harsh against the glass

Like an unwanted stranger

There is no danger

I am here tonight

Little child

Be not afraid

Though thunder explodes

And lightning flash

Illuminates your tearstained face

I am here tonight

And someday you'll know

That nature is so

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

Little child

Be not afraid

The storm clouds mask your beloved moon

And its candlelight beams

Still keep pleasant dreams

I am here tonight

                Yugi didn’t need to finish the song, for Ryou was already asleep. Yugi smiled down at his peaceful face and laid his own head down next to his. “I promise this will all be over soon, Ryou,” he whispered, before closing his eyes.
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