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Fleeing the Shadows	By : tavia454 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 18
- 19
- 20
AN: Sorry this one has taken so long. And in all honesty it is all
Moony's fault that this is up here right now. :) I am
not quite confident that this one turned out the way I wanted it too. And yes -
this is supposed to be a little on the confusing side. It will all be cleared
up at the end. As a last note, the last two chaps are just in need of typing -
so I should be able to wrap it up soon. But as for this chap - I blame Moony! *chuckles*
Moony: Yes, it is all my fault. I take
all the credit!

Another
wasted shot pinged off the solid steel double doors, ricocheting right back
into the group as they ducked for cover behind the flimsy tin door of the shed
they had demolished in their earlier rampage. Disgruntled ruby eyes carefully
surveyed the slight amount of damage that the bullet made. This wasn�t going to
work! How in the hell were they going to get inside?

Atemu
made a sound of disgust before closing his eyes in concentration, blocking out
most of Seto�s frustrated cursing. His hands outstretched
as a purplish glow began to illuminate the awed faces of his friends.

Deep breath�deep breath�thoughts of a
nightmare past�the
glow brightened considerably�visions of a
hellish future�Now he could see the ghostly purplish tint from behind
closed eyelids. He knew what awaited his little one should he fail in this
task. He would break this barrier. He had to. And then he would break some
heads!

Thoughts and memories of Ushio�s
smirking visage, of faceless relatives as they sneered at him behind the social
workers� backs�of Yugi�s innocent beauty�

This
would have to do it�three�two�one!

�Ke-yah!� The tricolor-haired agent hurled the
shadow flame at the barrier between him and his little one with all of the
finesse of a major league pitcher.

All
the others in the small group held their breath, waiting to see if this would
work when nothing else had. A loud explosion shook the ground, a thick cloud of
smoke distorting their vision for a moment. But when the smoke cleared, it was
apparent that the entry was still intact, if not more than a little damaged.
The tricolor-haired agent wrapped his hands in his hair and tugged hard as he
snarled in aggravation.

�I
think you warped it a little.� Jou said with a shiver as he observed the bowed
and slightly twisted metal.

The
blonde winced when his eyes met with Atemu�s unholy glower. Jou held his hands
up in a gesture of surrender before returning his gaze to the ground. He
honestly hadn�t meant to piss off the highly unstable agent! It was just an
observation.

Another
blinding flash of eerie light with an explosion coming close on its heels
almost dropped the preoccupied blonde to the ground and he grabbed a hold of
the fragile tin door for balance. Another silenced round was fired into the
warped corner of the door; again causing no damage whatsoever other than to
reflect right back at the group, making them flinch even further behind their
feeble protection.

�Knock
it off!� Bakura roared. �This isn�t doing us any good!�

The
white-haired agent growled audibly. Why couldn�t they get in?! It was almost as
if the building itself were protected by a strong magic. But that couldn�t be
the case � one of them would have been able to sense that. Maybe the
obstruction was just that strong.

The
others blinked at him in confusion. In the darkness the white-haired agent
could make out Atemu�s glowing red eyes as they glared at him with a fierceness
that he had never before seen when their gazes had met. That look scared the
hell out of him.

�Then
you tell me how we are going to get inside � or back the fuck off!� Atemu
snarled menacingly. �My little one is in there and I will use every fucking
weapon at my disposal to get to him!�

Bakura
opened his mouth to comment, but before he could utter a word, brilliant white
lights and flashing reds and blues blinded him fully. �What
the fuck?!� He screeched, throwing his hands over his face in an attempt
to shield his eyes.

Totally
blind, the rest of the group covered their eyes against the intense flashes of
color, unsure of what was happening.

A
slew of cars raced through the still open gates and skidded to a halt not
twenty feet from where the first car stopped, high intensity headlights
illuminating the entire field around them. The sounds of slamming doors and
pounding feet caught Bakura�s attention, and the
white-haired agent lowered his hands to gaze almost sightlessly out at those
faces he knew � and many that he didn�t � as they stared back at him in
admiration and awe.

A
loud cheer ripped at the silence around them.

Jaws
dropped as the group, in general, came to the realization that their support
had arrived early � and no small amount of it either. Duke must have spun one
hell of a story! There was a veritable army standing before the three AWOL
agents, each willing to fight and waiting for the command.

�You
made it?!� Bakura gaped as he finally sighted a familiar set of jade eyes
amongst the crowd.

-

�You
got it!� Bakura grinned back at his and Atemu�s oldest ally. It had been a long
time since either of them had seen the green-eyed playboy. �So, any thought to
how we�re gonna get inside?�

The
emerald-eyed agent turned to Atemu, who looked to all as if he was going to
unleash a nuclear attack on the dwelling if he wasn�t able to get inside
yesterday. �Just give me a moment Atemu�We�ll get your boy out.�

The
scarlet-eyed agent nodded regally and stepped aside, but he refused to remain
idle as he searched for hidden flaws along his side of the building.

Duke
Devlin, self proclaimed playboy of the FBI,-eyed the barrier with the intensity
of one who is quite used to finding the fatal flaws in an otherwise sound
structure. The rest of the group moved off to the side to allow their friend an
unrestricted view of their target.

He
observed the situation silently as the others waited for his analysis. As
carefree and self centered as the brunette was he was also one of the most
brilliant demolition experts the Bureau had ever seen. And for his opinion
everyone in their group would hold their breath.

He
paced back and forth in front of the doors twice, each time feeling the surface
as if testing its strength, looking for any sign of weakness, any idea of where
to concentrate their efforts. And then he stopped, arms folded over his chest
as he glanced back at Atemu, his expression solemn.

�I
have an idea, if you�ll�well�you�ve already done most of the work...but�If we
do this, if we help you�what are the odds that someone here will die tonight?�
Duke directed his question towards Atemu.

At
his friend�s unanticipated query Atemu glanced over to see that the group of
newcomers was solely focused on his answer. Might as well get
it out in the open. Let them know that there was a chance some of them
would not be going home tonight.

�If
we win�it is possible that you will.� He stated seriously. �If we lose�then it
is definite.�

Duke
digested the information with a shrug and a nod; scanning the faces of his men
quickly to be sure they understood the gravity of the situation, before
marching over to stand in front of Atemu. He reached out and forcefully
gathered the smaller agent to him, pinning him with a powerful kiss before
breaking away to lay a gentle hand aside his astonished face.

�I
have wanted to do that for years�you have no idea how long�� Atemu opened his
mouth to object and he murmured. �Hush�I know you�re taken and I won�t infringe
on that bond, but if I�m going to die tonight�I just wanted to know��

Having
said what he needed to say, the brunette strode purposely back towards the
cars, passing Bakura on his way. The white-haired agent held his fingers out in
the shape of a cross, as if to ward off an evil presence.

�Oh
shut it!� Duke said with a smirk. �If I wanted to kiss you I would wait until
you�re preoccupied.� And then he mumbled under his breath. �I�m really not into
masochism anyways, even if you do look good enough to eat.�

One
thin, white eyebrow raised as Bakura heard his friend�s grumbled comment. He
glanced over at Atemu to see how his cousin was faring after that astonishing
announcement. Shaken scarlet eyes clashed with amused russet. Atemu hadn�t
known. Bakura shook his head with a laugh. Neither of them had known that Duke
was gay, or bi, or whatever he was � more than likely the man was just
opportunistic.

It
didn�t matter now anyways.

The
slamming of a car door brought the white-haired agent back into the now. And
before he even knew what was happening the V8 engine of the old government
issued Caprice roared to life. It was the only sign he had of what was to come.

�GET
BACK!� He cried before sprinting to the safety of the side of the building.

The
group scattered at his words, making way for the large automobile as it flung
dirt and dust in a massive cloud, headed straight for the so far impenetrable
entryway. A loud crash rent the air and disintegrated a large portion of the
side of the building, sending debris flying and causing everyone in the group
to quickly take cover behind whatever they could find to avoid being hit by the
deadly shrapnel.

The
moment the car broke through the barrier, Atemu tore off into the gaping hole
where the door used to be located. Gaping at the destruction his mischievous
friend had caused, Bakura took a moment to realize that Atemu had already made
his way through the carnage. His hot-headed cousin would need his help if he
intended to rescue Yugi.

�Come
on! We got to go!� He yelled, motioning with his hands.

Jou
and Seto bolted through the dust and debris, intent on following Atemu. The
others took a moment to admire their fellow agent�s handiwork before picking
their way through the debris as well. Gunfire and shouts of a battle already in
play met their ears as they cleared the rubble.

Bakura
was the last to pick his way around the debris, making sure the others had made
it safely inside. The sight that met his eyes when he cleared the still present
cloud of smoke was one he never wanted to witness again.

The
hall looked as if it had at one time been a part of a posh, elite hotel with
its curved marble staircase and elegant second story banisters. But lined along
both sides of those banisters were men with weapons trained on the first floor,
on his friends and family.

Atemu
and Duke were pinned down against the doors of the car; the others were unable
to advance any further due to the heavy fire power that the other side had
managed to acquire. A large gash ran along the side of his cousin�s face, droplets
of blood casually dripping off his chin. Duke wasn�t in any better condition
with a bullet wound to his side.

The
rest of the men had scattered about the front of the room, using whatever was
available as a shield against the massive amount of firepower.� Hell, they must have been set upon the before
the car even came to a complete stand still. The two agents were surrounded on
three sides by men holding various machine guns and pistols.

Bakura
took aim at one of the men within his range, intent on taking him out first.

But before the white-haired agent could
squeeze off a shot a low rumble caught everyone�s attention, shaking the ground
and shattering some of the glass relics that had remained standing in the
demolished hall as it raised in its intensity. The agents who had rushed to the scene
to help their friends froze helplessly, staring questioningly at each other.
Bakura glanced around confounded. What the hell was that?!

Shadows
slithered over the barren ground, searching, testing�

Oh
shit!!! A quick glance over at his cousin confirmed his suspicions. An
unearthly shriek came from Atemu�s shadow enshrouded form as a massive blast of
shadowfire shook the building�s foundation in an
outward arc, claiming all of the men who had taken up arms against them in an
agonizing, fiery death.

Men
screamed and shrieked as they scattered, some attempted to outrun the flames,
some fell from their second story perches trying to get away from the heat, but
none succeeded, and none lived. The sickly greenish-purple glow persisted until
the room fell silent, leaving smoldering piles of ash
wherever one of the unfortunate had fallen.

For
a minute the rest of the group stood stock still, their eyes taking in the
destruction that the younger agent had caused, questions forming in their eyes.
Atemu took one look at the expressions on their faces before spinning around
and taking off down the main hall without waiting to see if his backup was
coming. Seto and Jou quickly followed.

�Wh-what the hell was that?� One of the new agents queried,
open mouthed.

��Cause I don�t want to say what it
looked like to me.�
Another agent gaped.

�I�ll
explain later. You just gotta trust me on this.�
Bakura growled, snapping them all out of their trance like state as he turned
to follow Jou and Seto through the debris. �We�ve got to go!�

As
the last of the group entered the damaged building, Marik pulled to a bone
jarring stop on the bumper of the furthest car. He and Isis quickly exited the
car, both sprinting a couple of paces before coming to a complete halt and
staring at each other.

�He�ll
be�fine�� Isis commented with a despairing look back
at the car.

Marik
chewed his lip and nodded hesitantly. �Yeah�He has to be. We need to get to
Malik and Yugi first. Then we can save him.�

After
a moment Isis nodded back. �Yeah�save him��

With
one last glance at the car and its unconscious occupant the pair made their way
through the carnage in order to help the others�

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The
not so quiet patter of flying feet echoed off the stone walls of the torch-lit
corridor. But if one were to glance down the long, unevenly lit hall, it would
look to be completely vacant. Yet the sound of swiftly running feet continued �
coming ever steadily closer. This anomaly confused one guard to no end as he
glanced again and again down the empty hallway for the source of the noise that
was headed rapidly in his direction.

With
a cry of utter terror and disgust, Ryou body-checked the startled guard right
off his feet and into the wall before the man had a chance to realize that
anyone was even there. The man�s head bounced off of one of the rough stones
and he hit the cold floor, unmoving. The white-haired teen barely spared the
man a fleeting glance before continuing on his way, the sounds of his friend�s
heart-wrenching screams still ringing in his ears.

Where
was he? Gods he didn�t even know anymore. How long ago had he started hearing
Yugi�s terrified screams? They seemed to ricochet down every one of the
passageways, ripping at his frayed nerves with their agonizing intensity,
seeking him out as if holding him responsible for his friend�s plight.

With
a sob the petrified teen skidded around the corner only to come to a screeching
halt when faced with two more nearly identical passages. Another ear piercing
scream echoed down the hall at him, causing him to jump, tears of fright
dripping down the sides of his face.

With
a frustrated shriek, Ryou dropped to the ground, pulling at his hair with
enough force to rip it right out of his head. Frozen in indecision the white-haired
teen curled into a ball and let out another blood curdling scream.

His
body shimmered back into visibility the moment he hit the ground, his brain
unable to remember the thoughts behind his gift. He had been down here for so
long� he was so lost�he could hear his friend�s tortured screams and cries from
somewhere above� he was too late! He couldn�t save him, he couldn�t save
anyone. Worthless!

A
small voice in the back of his head prodded at him to continue, to remember �
and for a moment the white-haired teen ignored it, curling tighter around
himself as he shivered.

�Ryou�come
on little one�you can do this.� The voice urged. Ryou shook his head at it,
closing his eyes obstinately. �It�s okay to be afraid�come on little one�follow
my voice�I can guide you to me��

�But
what if I can�t? What if I fail?� Ryou sent back with a choked sob.

After
a moment�s consideration the voice answered. �You won�t fail! Not if you can
honestly say that you gave it your best shot. You�re so close my beautiful
little one�come on�come to me.�

Ryou
gnawed on his lip in indecision for a moment. Another horrifying scream ripped
at the silence, making up his mind for him. �I will try�please�talk to me�help
me.�

With
Bakura�s whispered encouragement the teen unsteadily
pushed himself up off the floor, shifting his glance anxiously between the twin
corridors before taking a tentative step in the direction of the passageway to
the right � the one with only the slightest incline to it. Taking a deep
breath, Ryou followed the hall, automatically slipping back into the mantra
that would grant him the ability to move about unnoticed.

It
wouldn�t do for him to run into another guard. The last one surprised him and
he acted on instinct. He couldn�t have done that again on a bet�

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Blue
eyes opened hazily, Shadi realizing that he was no longer being jarred about by
Marik�s rather insane driving habits. He took a
hesitant breath and sighed gently. He blinked questioningly. Something wasn�t
right. What was it that was so wrong with this situation? His mind couldn�t
grasp the problem. It was on the edge of his thoughts, but for some reason he
just couldn�t figure it out.

Ever
so slowly the blue-eyed Egyptian pushed himself into a sitting position. And
then it dawned on him� the pain?! It was gone! Had he gone completely numb?
After pondering that thought for a minute he decided that he didn�t want to
know. There were just some things that he was better off not knowing.

Shadi
inched his way to the edge of the seat, opening the door with some difficulty.
The handle just didn�t seem to want to move, almost as if he couldn�t get a
decent hold on the device. Exasperated, he closed his eyes, concentrating on
what he was feeling beneath his fingertips. A click was heard from the stubborn
gadget and he threw the door open with more force than he thought himself
capable of.

He
almost grinned at the small bit of progress he made before reality intruded. So
he got the door open�What was he going to do now? It wasn�t as if he could just
walk in there and join the party�could he? Maneuvering his thought-to-be
useless legs outside of the car he pushed off and stood up. Eyes wide with
wonder he took a cautious step away from the vehicle, holding on to the door
with all his might.

His
legs held! Another small step and he cleared the car door. Shadi almost grinned.
He had thought he was paralyzed! Maybe he wasn�t. Maybe he could walk after
all�and the lack of pain was only due to overwhelming shock. Maybe�!

A
muffled thump from came from the car behind him, swiftly dropping a dose of
reality back onto his shoulders and with a full body shudder the blue-eyed
agent decided that he didn�t want to see what had just fallen out of the car.
He just couldn�t. Tears of helplessness blurred his vision, but he continued
on, one foot in front of the other, determined to help the boys that he had
come to love as his own. He would deal with that
later.

He
wondered what had taken place earlier as he picked his way through the rubble
that lay strewn about the side of the building. And then he wondered why he was
even bothering to find the safest route into the building. Old habits die hard, he thought with a grimace. Would they even see
him as he breezed into the middle of the chaos? Or would he be totally
unnoticed by all? Would he be able to say what he needed to those he loved�and
be heard?

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Atemu
followed the terrified screams of his Aibou, the rest of the group not more
than two steps behind. When he got his hands on those people they would die
begging for his mercy. He flew past the once grand staircase that would have
been at home in any posh hotel had it not been neglected and of ill repair
without taking any notice at all.

On
down the hall he flew, twice aiming his gun and sending a couple off random
guards to meet their maker with a couple of well placed shots. But he didn�t
stop to make sure his aim was true. It didn�t matter. Nothing mattered other
than saving the boy he had come to love. Why couldn�t he get through to him?!

As
he rounded the last corner he skidded to a halt outside what had to be the most
amazing display of Celtic symbols and cult paraphernalia he had ever laid eyes
on. The massive iron double doors were worked through with some sort of spell
aimed at denying those unaccustomed to magic entry. Hesitantly he reached out
to touch the barrier, only to receive a shock that threw him across the room
and into the wall on the other side.

In
one quick motion he was back on his feet, glaring death at this next obstacle.
He had to get inside! His little one, his Aibou was being tortured behind those
locked and protected barriers.

�Everybody
stay back!� He warned before preparing himself mentally. He knew what needed to
be done�

Ryou
almost sobbed in relief when he realized that he had made it to the top of the
steps. He had thought the winding stair case to be never ending! Briefly he
murmured a prayer of thanks before pulling back the lock and opening the heavy
door, only to have an eerie purplish glow seep into the stair well. He glanced
out into the corridor, his eyes widening. With a screech of terror, the white-haired
teen dove to the ground, covering his head.

�Ryou!!!� Bakura shouted, urging his feet into
motion as he realized that his cousin was concentrating on his powers and
hadn�t noticed the white-haired teen. �Atemu stop!!!!�

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�Atemu!!!�

Yugi
felt the building rumble beneath his feet for a brief moment, but it was no
more than a passing thought as the pain once again filled his senses, this time
from the newest markings on his chest, joining the pain pulsing up his arms
from the symbols etched into his hands.

�Help
me!�

He
screamed loudly, the cry echoing around the room and drowning out the
meaningless chanting. Another, deeper cut was made, winding around his shoulder
blade and the small teen flinched back from the knife, only to have another set
of hands steady his naked, shivering frame.

�Atemu!!�

He
was going to die! His screams died off to pathetic whimpers as the man with the
knife moved away, allowing two other men to take his place, painting his body
with his own blood as they chanted their nonsensical words. And then he was
moved, struggling helplessly against his captors, towards the altar in the
darkened corner of the immense room.

Shadows
covered the entire expanse of the massive room, choking off what little light
there was. Whipping winds caught his hair, swirling around his naked form,
before darting away once they caught his scent. But the small teen had little
chance to think on those anomalies as the men continued to drag him over
towards the hulking stone altar that seemed to be the center of the cult�s
focus.

Yugi
dug his feet into the rough stone that made up the floor, attempting � and
failing � to wriggle out of their tight hold. He had the feeling that if they
actually managed to secure him to the altar, his life was all but forfeit.

�Atemu!!!� He screamed again. �Someone help me!!�

If only he knew where Atemu was. Was he on his way? Was he dead? There
was no answer from the silent link. Why couldn�t he get through?!

�Help
me!!!� He screamed when one of the chanting men approached him with a bowl of
foul smelling liquid. �Please�help me��

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Panting
and exhausted, Atemu, Bakura � with an unconscious Ryou in his arms - and the
others came to a standstill in front of an inky black tapestry covered with
elaborately embroidered symbols. Behind this curtain was his little one, he
could feel it � even if he couldn�t contact him. Unsteadily he reached out to
touch the silky fabric, pulling his hand away quickly as some of the symbols
reacted to his nearness with an eerie glow.

�It�s
a trap!� Bakura exclaimed, pointing to the complicated
spell illuminated around the blood red symbol in the center of the curtain.

The
white-haired agent gently laid his unconscious bundle down to the side of the
hall and stepped closer to the tapestry in order to study the spell.

�Fuck
this!� Atemu spat, forcing yet another shadow-flame into existence.

The
tricolor-haired agent was losing energy fast. He couldn�t continue to call upon
this power without paying the consequences. This had better be the last
obstacle or there was a great chance he wouldn�t see his little one ever again.
His vision blurred and his footing fumbled as he as he launched the purplish
flame at the weirdly glowing fabric barrier and for a fraction of a second he
thought that he had misjudged the distance, that it was going to miss the
intended target.

But
it managed to catch a corner of the tapestry, which disintegrated in a flash of
unnatural purple light. A plethora of screams quickly followed the demise of
the tapestry, announcing to all those within the room that company had arrived,
as Atemu and the rest of the would-be hero�s, guns drawn, stampeded into the
room.

The
scene that met his eyes was one straight out of a horror movie. Across the room
Yugi�s naked and bloodied form was being held tight by two burly men as they
dragged the kicking and struggling teen towards what appeared to be an altar of
sorts. Atemu raised his gun, drawing a bead on one of the men before pulling
the trigger.

The
man�s head exploded into a fine, bloody mist. And not a moment later his partner
dropped to the ground as well from a fatal wound to the chest. Yugi dropped to
the ground, before scrambling to his feet in an attempt to evade another hand
that had reached out to snatch him up, dodging the priest and taking flight for
safety. Atemu glanced behind him to see that Isis had somehow managed to sneak up behind
him, before running out to meet his little one.

�This
is the FBI!� Duke called out in an official voice. �You are under arrest. Put
down your weapon�Ah fuck!!�

No
sooner did the brunette start his speech then the whole scene dissolved into
chaos. With a cry, members of the cult rushed at the agents, making use of
whatever weapons they had available. Priests, civilians and agents alike joined
the fray. On his way towards the center of the room, Atemu caught a glimpse of
Bakura as the white-haired agent appeared directly behind one of the priests,
running him through with his knife.

�Go�find
Malik!� Isis yelled to Bakura and Marik. �We�ll
keep these guys busy.�

With
a nod the duo disappeared out the doorway.

The
female agent turned around just in time to dodge a knife aimed for her back.
She grabbed the bald man�s arm in one hand and dropped him to the ground with a
well placed kick to the groin. His arm, bent backwards as he fell, making a
loud snapping sound and he howled in pain. Feeling entirely unsympathetic the
female agent then crushed his windpipe with another kick, before moving on to
the next person.

Gun
fire and shouts of pain and victory were heard sporadically above the din. But
Atemu�s mind was on the boy who was no more then five feet in front of him. If
he could only reach his little one before something happened. Together they
could do something about this situation. He was sure of it.

Three
feet away the ruby-eyed agent reached out to gather the boy into his arms. A
vicious wind blew up around him, lifting his body into the air. He flailed for
something to grab onto, but there was nothing within his reach. Sailing through
the air, his last thought before he hit the wall and collapsed to the ground
was �so close�. And then conscious thought was no more.

�Atemu! NO!!!� Yugi shrieked as he watched his
lover fly through the air only to crumble to the ground after hitting the wall.
A bright red trail of blood leaked from the agent�s mouth, dripping onto his
shirt.

The
shivering teen switched directions, heading directly for where Atemu lay. But
he had only taken two steps before his hand was once again grabbed by another
priest, and he turned to stare straight into a pair of mismatched eyes.

�Your
light belongs to us now, little Yugi. Now let�s finish this shall we?!� Dartz began to drag the helpless teen back towards the
altar.

�NO!�
He shrieked.

This
couldn�t be happening!! Why was this happening?! Why did Atemu have to get
caught up in his problems?! Why couldn�t they just leave him out of this?! Was
his lover even alive?! He couldn�t be�he couldn�t be dead�could he?!

The
longer Yugi thought on his lover�s plight, the more pissed off he became. A
shield of brilliant white light enveloped the diminutive teen as he attempted to
snatch his hand away from his current captor. Dartz
held tighter in an attempt to force his will on his struggling captive. When he
met with a steady resistance the white-haired man turned around to snarl a
command, but stopped when he witnessed the dazzling glow surrounding the youth.

A
low humming sound filled the air and before the priest could even put the
question into thought, his entire body began to jerk and convulse � the sounds
of sizzling flesh met his ears and the priest had to question if it was his
skin that was making that sound.

The
white-haired priest met with the floor and Yugi made tracks towards his
unconscious lover. The shadows above hissed and shrieked in denial, the winds
picking up within the large room and whipping the teen�s hair about in a fury,
trying hard to keep him from his goal. He picked up his pace. He had to reach
Atemu. He just had to. If they were going to die, they were going to die
together�

Pegasus
watched from the corner of the room as the teen tore off for the man that he
had thought the shadows had killed. This shouldn�t have happened. This had been
planned all the way down to the smallest detail. This shouldn�t have happened!
This place should have been impenetrable. But it wasn�t, and it did.

The
high priest eyed the shadows at the top of the room. They were still weak. They
couldn�t do much other than control the winds right now, maybe enough for a
blast or two of real power � but nothing more than that. If they had been
allowed a couple more hours to further the ritual he could have called on them
to separate the light and dark halves permanently. But they hadn�t had the
time.

He
carefully eyed the tricolor-haired duo, which by now were within mere feet of
each other, despite the gale force winds. He could see signs of the older one
starting to wake. That was bad news for him. Maybe it was time to cut his
losses and get out of here before something really bad happened.

The
high priest turned and, without so much as a good bye, fled the room with his
robe flapping behind him.

�Atemu��
Yugi sobbed when he got close enough to see the damage that was caused by the
agent�s collision with the wall.

It
took so much strength for him just to stand upright, let alone move towards the
silent body of his love. The winds were getting even worse than they had before
and there was an undertone to the moving air, as if something was going to
happen. But what he had no idea. He had to reach Atemu.

Ruby
eyes opened blearily and Atemu stared up at the boy who was now only feet from
him. He gathered what strength he could and crawled towards his little one,
intent on wiping the tears from his face. The whole world could go to hell as
long as he could see that bright, innocent smile one more time.

A
shot rang out from the chaos behind them, and with a wide-eyed look of surprise
the startled teen fell to the floor, clutching his side.

�Yugi!� Atemu croaked.

The
agent scooted closer to Yugi�s trembling form just as the winds switched
direction, attempting to tear them from each other again. A low rumble shook
the floor beneath them and he reached out to grab the boy�s hand to pull Yugi
to him. As their fingers made contact a brilliant white light lit up the entire
room, encompassing everyone in its intensity.

The small teen felt himself being
pulled from reality, string by string. And then the sensation stopped. He drew a breath, opening
his eyes to glance down at what looked to be his body, held tightly in Atemu�s
embrace. A violent hissing caught his attention before he could give it too
much thought and his eyes widened as he realized there was a full fledged demon
right in front of his face, puffs of smoke trickled from the thing�s nostrils
as eerie red eyes stared maniacally into his soul. A shiver trailed down the
teen�s spine and he began to back away.

�I
will not let this happen, little light.� The demon sneered as he raised his
clawed hands. �I would rather you both die before I allow you to defeat me. I
will find you in the next life.�

He
was powerless and he knew it. The shivering teen stood his ground, waiting for
the demon to demolish his existence. But before anything could happen, a
different yet familiar voice rang out above the sound of the chaos and the
harsh winds.

�You
won�t get the chance to!�
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