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- 1-Someone Like You
- 2-Someone Like You - II
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~Someone Like You~

By:
Aerys Krystie.

A/N:
Thanks to all who reviewed. I�m sorry I didn�t update sooner, I broke a nail.
^^� Sorry.

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Bakura could only stare. He
watched as Yami accepted hugs from everyone, excluding Marik. He had embraced
the pharaoh simply because he need a tender touch compared to the others he was
receiving. The others either didn�t notice or didn�t comment on the way Yami
looked. He looked terrible. That�s all there was to it.

He was almost half of what
he used to be. Even his power-radiating aura wasn�t as strong as it once was.
His walk still held some amount of pride, not a great deal, but some. Explaining
how he escaped from his captives, making it out to be some kind of joke. This
was no laughing matter.

It didn�t bother Bakura,
though. He could see right through that poor mask. His false laughter and words.
He knew Yugi knew. For some reason, Bakura wasn�t able to explain, but even he
always confided in Ryou first. It was almost instinct to tell their Hikari of
what had happened.

Without saying anything, he
picked up his bag and left the room. He didn�t want to be around them. If they
couldn�t see he was in pain, they were morons. Well, theoretically speaking,
most of them were morons. Anzu was always going on about friendship and how
strong their bond was, how could she not see what had happened to Yami? He had a
suspicion that Marik could tell what happened, since they were both as mentally
jacked as the other.

Bakura gathered the others
didn�t know how a victim�s eyes looked after they were deeply hurt. None of them
had ever gone through it. He nearly missed a step as a thought entered his mind.
Anzu could only be lucky if someone took pity on her and raped her. On the other
hand, no-one could be that cruel and torture all of them like that.

Bakura shook his head. Why
in the world was he thinking about Anzu? This wasn�t about her. It had never
been about her. He chalked it up to wanting to think horrible thoughts about
someone who did more than grate on his last nerve.

Arriving at the school,
Bakura stopped at the gates. Why did he even care about what had happened to the
almighty pharaoh? It wasn�t any of his business. So why was he making a mental
note to go back after school and check up on him? Why was his mind wandering
back to the crimson eyed ass-jack that had locked him away in the Shadow Realm,
despite having a major test today? Were his shoes always that beat up?

With a shake of his head and
growl, Bakura stalked into the building, going to the classroom and throwing
himself into the chair. He was tired of all these questions. Thanks to Yami, he
had forgotten most of the answers to the test. Why couldn�t Yami stop screwing
with him for at least one day? Glancing around, he saw that he and Kaiba were
the only ones in the room. If the others didn�t hurry up, they would have to
take the test in detention.

Well, maybe Ryou and Malik
could get away with not receiving detention. All they had to do was turn on the
waterworks and the teacher crumpled. Marik, on the other hand, still had two
months to work off, after telling the teacher he was cross dressing freak with
an unhealthy fetish of wanting to see him naked. Bakura had gotten a week of
detention just for laughing. He was still planning ways to get back at the
blonde teen. He wondered what Yami would do.

Pounding both fists on the
desktop, Bakura snarled at himself. Why, oh why, couldn�t he just stop thinking
for an hour? The test was more important at the moment. He pulled his books out
of his bag, slamming them on the desk. His back went rigid when there was a
snicker. Without turning around, Bakura threw the seven hundred page English lit
book at the arrogant bastard in the back.

�Kaiba, you know that little
voice in the back of someone�s mind that tells them to shut up before they get
hurt or to give up before they have their ass handed to them on a silver
platter, you don�t have one!� Bakura stood, turning and glaring at the brunette.

Kaiba shrugged, throwing the
book back to Bakura, who caught it with ease. He was not in the mood for
anything today. Sitting down again, Bakura allowed his mind to wander, going
through his mental notes. Number one: do the test. Number two: threaten to kill
teacher if he says he failed. Number three: throw an apple at Marik. Number
four: go see Yami. Frowning, he was sure there was something he had to with
Milkshakes, too. And he was certain it wasn�t to threaten to kill the annoying
beast.

Ignoring for it now, his
attention was drawn to the door as the other students entered the room. The bell
was about to ring in a few moments and there was still no sign of Ryou and the
others. Too bad for them. He had warned Ryou enough about it and if he wasn�t
going to show up to take it, good for him. Though, Yami returning is a good
reason not to show up for school. But, still, it was only Yami.

�Good morning, class,� the
teacher said, as he placed his books on the desk.

Even if he had been missing
for a month. It was still no reason to smother him, was it? Bakura knew he was
wrong there. Right now, what Yami needed most were his friends. People he could
depend on to help him remain strong, if only he could just kill Anzu�Bakura
shook his head. Now was not the time to daydream.

�As you all know, yesterday
you were told of the test to be taken today. I hope you have all studied hard��

�Holy fuck! Milkshakes has
to go to the vets!� Bakura shoved his books back into his bag and ran from the
room. Oh, that�s what he had forgotten about Milkshakes. The cat wasn�t allowed
to eat for the day.

As he left the building, he
nearly collided with Marik. He pushed the darker blonde to the side and
continued on his way, throwing a quick �Milkshakes, vet, food� over his shoulder
to Ryou so he knew what was happening. After all the crap he had given Ryou
about being late, he was going to miss the entire thing because of that stupid
fuzz ball.

* * *

Yami wasn�t too pleased
about Yugi missing a test to stay home with him, but he knew there was no way to
change his mind. In many ways, Yugi was very much like a king. Though, he
probably did lack the skills to run a country. Of course he did. Yugi could
barely tie his own shoes. But he was good at leading his friends in the correct
path.

Opening the window, Yami
closed his eyes as the breeze washed over his body. There was a storm coming in,
he could tell by the threatening clouds in the distance. It would be upon them
by the night, giving him something more to think about.

Resting his elbows on the
sill of the window and his chin in his hands, Yami stared down at the earth. He
frowned when Bakura ran past. Wasn�t he supposed to take the test as well?
Seeing the former thief king run like that almost made Yami feel grateful for
not being at school that day. The test must be a killer to have Bakura running
from it. He smiled at the thought of Bakura being scared of something as simple
as a test.

Yami was certain the only
things Bakura feared were Ryou and Anzu. All Yamis feared their Hikaris, and for
good reason too. What that reason was, anyone�s guess was as good as the next
persons. His eyes followed Bakura until he was no longer able to be seen.
Shaking his head, he stood straight. He had the rest of the week off from school
and would return on Monday. He looked forward to it.

Reaching for his mug, Yami
stared at his hand. He flexed his fingers. Anything to take his mind off what it
wanted to think about. He had seen the look in Bakura�s eyes. He knew that
Bakura knew what had happened. He had hoped no-one else would see it. Out of all
the people that came to see him, he had wanted Bakura to stay. Instead, he had
been the first to leave.

His hug had been the most
gentle of the lot, too. The others had tried to crush his ribcage, or like
Marik�s just pat him on the back. Shaking his head, Yami took a mouthful of his
cocoa. He had to stop thinking such ridiculous thoughts. How could he think of
Bakura in such a manner? How could he not? There was a psychotic calmness about
him. A deranged tenderness. A disturbing passion. A really screwed aura that
just screamed arrogance and murder, yet beneath there was a part of him that was
as delicate as an orchid�s petal.

Yami realized then that what
had happened had left deeper trauma then he suspected. To think of Bakura in
terms of an orchid was preposterous, not to mention a death wish if he ever
found out. Bakura was everything he had mentioned before. Though, there was
nothing calm, or tender or even passionate � Okay, passionate yes, for blood and
dominance � within him. Everyone had heard what he planned to do to Milkshakes,
whether he had done any of it in the last month, Yami wasn�t sure if he wanted
to know.

Yet, it was that psychotic
calmness; that deranged tenderness; that disturbing passion that Yami craved
from another human. Despite what had happened in the last month, he wanted
someone he could reply on. Sure, there was Yugi, but he had a feeling Yugi
wouldn�t have the slightest idea on how to deal with him if he broke down. Also,
Yami didn�t want to put that on Yugi�s shoulders. The last thing he needed was
for Yugi to carry this burden. It was bad enough he knew about what had
happened.

Yami stared at the cocoa in
the cup, gazing upon it as if he were hoping it would answer his questions, lift
the weight off his shoulders�make him stronger. He had remained strong for all
those kids. He had remained strong from himself. He had yet to give in to the
urge to kill himself, so he was still being strong. As long as he was with his
friends, he knew he would be able to overcome this.

He sighed. He knew he
wouldn�t be able to overcome it. Yugi only knew part of what had happened, and
that was him being raped. He didn�t want Yugi to know the rest. He didn�t want
to be looked like he was some form of freak. He didn�t want to be judged. He
didn�t want to become an outcast because he feared for his life and did as he
was told just to stay alive. No, he couldn�t tell Yugi the rest. He couldn�t
tell anyone. No-one would understand or they would refuse to understand.

Why do I have to be strong all the time? Why aren�t I allowed to break
down like many of the others have done? Why am I the only one who is not allowed
to show weakness? Yami took a deep breath. He knew it wasn�t that he wasn�t allowed to
do it; he knew he couldn�t do it. He couldn�t afford to be weak. That would be
letting the enemy win. They had tried to break him during that month and he had
refused. Now that it was over with, he couldn�t allow them to continue ruling
his life. So what if it fermented inside of him? He was Yami. He was a former
pharaoh. He was strong.

�Yami?�

Yami looked over to the
door, seeing Yugi standing there. He greeter the smaller with a soft smile. He
couldn�t let Yugi see him go through his little mental battle in which he was
probably losing. He knew his inner demons were waiting for a hairline crack to
weasel their way through. Now they had their opportunity. He knew they would
bring down his defenses they way the wind blew down a house of cards.

Yugi returned his smile,
pointing to the cup. �I was wondering if you would like a refill.�

Yami stared down at the
liquid which had gone cold. He looked back at Yugi, nodding and handing the cup
over. As Yugi took it, he also took hold of Yami�s hand, his eyes shining with
sincerity.

�I�m here for you. You don�t
have to fight this on your own. I know you�re strong, but sometimes you need to
let go of that.�

Yami pulled his hand away,
lowering his gaze. He wanted ever so badly to let go of being strong, but he
couldn�t show weakness. He had to be the pillar of faith everyone looked to, to
draw their own strength from him. He couldn�t let that go. No. He couldn�t do
anything he needed to do. Too many people depended on him to be as solid as a
rock. To be the feather mattress that fell back on. And he would continue to do
that. He was strong.

Am I?

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Thank you, everyone. I
really hope this chapter was to your liking. I love you all!

Right_read_time. I was
thinking of making this a Yami/Hikari when two thoughts occurred to me � 1) I
hate Yami/Hikari pairings and 2) Yugi wouldn�t have the slightest idea on what
had happened to Yami no matter how much it was explained. You can pick out the
flaws in that as much as you want, but that�s the way I see it.

Also, sorry for all the
errors that occurred in this. It is currently half four in the morning and I
have been on a five day binge of caffeine. Laters!
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