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The Dead of Night	By : PheerlessOne Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4810 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3
�I�m not going!� Yuugi yelled, fists
clenching at his sides. The small teen was stood with Yami and his grandfather.
Yami had hoped the added support would convince his little light of what needed
to be done, but Yuugi was having none of it.
�Yuugi, you are going and that�s final!� Yami
commanded in reply, posture visibly straightening. Yuugi huffed.
�I said no, and I
meant no. You can�t force me to do something I don�t want to!�
�That�s what
caused the problem in the first place!!� Yami screamed, the dark, threatening
voice resounding off the walls. Yuugi tried to still his trembling. �Maybe if
you weren�t so stubborn and irresponsible, none of this would be happening!�
Yuugi lowered his head, tears threatening to spill. Yami was the last person he
expected to say something so hurtful.
�Yami!� Sugoroku
snapped, sending the taller version of his grandson a frosty glare. Yami nodded
regretfully.
�So you�re
blaming me for everything that happened last night?� Yuugi said, biting his
lower lip. Yami shook his head.
�No, aibou�I�m not blaming you for anything.
I just wish you�d have listened to me,� he kneeled in front of his hikari, persuading him to meet his eyes,
�please see the doctor�for me�� Yuugi sighed in defeat.
�Ok, if it makes
you happy, but I want to go alone.� Yami was about to shake his head when Yuugi
stopped him. �Please Yami. I need to do this on my own. If you were there I�d
feel pressured.� Yami was hurt that Yuugi thought such a thing, but let it
slide for the sake of his little Light. At least he�d agreed to go. That was
the main thing.
~*~*~*~*~
Yuugi didn�t come
home until later that night. His face was drawn out and lagging, eyes that had
lost their vibrancy from the wear and tear of his complicated existence. How
much he just wanted to wake up the following morning to find it had all been
one long, horribly traumatic nightmare, and see that Yami was holding him in
his arms, quashing all fears dead.
Instead, Yami had
been the one creating the fears.
�Aibou?!� the aforesaid cried, hearing
the latch on the door lift, �is that you?�
�Hai...� Yuugi replied wearily, toeing his shoes off in the
kitchen. Yami materialised in the doorway, body wrought with concern and
anxiety.
�Did you go?�
Yuugi nodded, eyes drifting closed momentarily, �and?�
�Nothing�� Yuugi
mutteredrlinrling his small frame around the taller.
�Nothing? Were you examined?�
Yuugi frowned
into his darker half�s chesYamiYami, I don�t want to talk about it��
�Please Yuugi�� the
Shadow knelt down, gripping Yuugi�s shoulders tightly, �tell me what he said.
Does he think you were�?�
�No,� Yuugi
interjected, pulling away from him. Relief flooded through the taller, a silent
smile spreading from ear to ear. He was still untouched, still his perfect
little Light in ever way. Yami couldn�t have hoped for better news. Why wasn�t
Yuugi as happy as he? �I�m going to go to bed, school tomorrow.�
Yami trailed the
other upstairs, expecting to tuck him into bed. He had no intention of letting
him go to school that following day, but for the moment he didn�t mention it.
How could he let him out of his sight again.
�Aibou, where�ve you been all this
time--�
Yami�s eyes
focused on Yuugi�s trousers, a dark crimson stain oozing from the middle hem
down the teen�s thigh. He froze. That was not
what he thought�.was it? It couldn�t be. Realising Yami had ceased talking
mid-sentence, the smaller turned round, confused by the horrified expression on
his darker half�s face.
�Yuugi�come
here,� he said softly, no hint of concern or alarm. Yuugi nervously moved
forwards.
�Turn around for
a second.� Yuugi�s eyes opened wide. He reached behind him, touching his damp
trousers with his fingertips, tears immediately springing to his eyes. No. Not
again. He thought it had stopped! Why was it happening again? He took a step
back from the taller, a familiar stinging sensation assailing him. Yami was
expecting him to run. He was prepared for his endeavour. He lunged forward as
his hikari bolted for the bathroom, gripping his elbow in an iron tight grip.
�Yami,
no!� Yuugi cried,
struggling profusely against the offending arms, arching, twisting to escape,
ignoring the pain in his hind, �let go! Please�please!� Yami ignored the pleas, thrusting his aibou down to the floor as carefully as the writhing teen would
allow him, and sat astride his hips, pinning him to the floor with very little
effort. Tears streamed down his cheeks, his body convulsing, eyes squeezed
closed in dread and despair. He could feel Yami unfastening his trousers and
still, he struggled against him, begging and pleading and whimpering, but Yami
would not relent. �Stop! Yami, I�m begging you not to
do this, please! Don�t do this.�
The Shadow
ignored him, as difficult as it was to shut out the pleas he normally responded
to with love and affection and sweet comforts, tugging the trousers down off
Yuugi�s slender hips. Rolling him over, he found to his dismay that his blue
boxers were in much the same condition as his trousers � bloodied, stained with
an act of sheer cruelty and malice. He could feel the body beneath him
trembling; all fight in him having drained any energy he had. It was never any
use resisting him. The thought made him want to sob more and he did, crossing
his arms beneath his head. Yami�s own eyes teared,
but he blinked them away furiously. Poor Yuugi. Poor, poor Yuugi.
�Aibou I��
�I never�went to
the doctors,� he wept, �I went to see Anzu. I told
her what happened, I � told her about the blood this morning�� Yami relinquished
his grip, rolling Yuugi onto his back again.
�What blood? What
are you talking about?� Yuugi averted his gaze, turning his head to the side,
voice suddenly lost. Yami gripped his chin, forcing him to look at him. �Yuugi,
I want to know what you�re talking about.� Yuugi�s bottom limp trembled.
�When I was in
the bath this morning...a-and yesterdater ter I came home�I�there was some
blood. I washed it off and just forgot about it until you mentioned the doctors�I
couldn�t go�I already knew. I just pretended I wanted to go on my own and I
went to Anzu�s. She offered to�help me��
�Aibou-�
�She gave me some
healing cream. It had stopped by then and I didn�t think it would start again��
Yami blinked vacantly.
�Yami?�
�Why do you keep
lying to me?� he mumbled, sliding from his hikari�s thighs to the floor. Yuugi
no longer cared enough to put his trousers back on. Yami was hurt, he could
sense, and it was all his fault. He met his eyes,
heart clenching in his chest. How forlorn he looked. There were some elements
of himself in the darker entity that he�d never
noticed before. That look was one of them. No wonder Yami so often gave him
whatever he wanted�if that was the expression he gave him, he would too.
�I�didn�t want
anyone to know��
�But you told Anzu!�
�That�s
different!�
�How is it
different?!� Yami shouted, gracefully lifting from the floor.
�Yami, it doesn�t
matter!� Yuugi cried, standing. The clammy mess soaked into his boxers was
making him increasingly uncomfortable.
�Of course it
matters! You confided in her and not me, and not only that, but you lied to
me�again, so don�t tell me it doesn�t matter because I can�t think of anything
more important than us not keeping secrets from each other! Do you think our
bond is a joke, a game? I can�t believe this is even happening��
�I wasn�t
purposely keeping it from you � I�I just didn�t want you to know!� Yuugi
explained, feeling too late that such a comment would only serve to make the
situation far worse. Yami looked hurt, upset and angry. It was an expression
Yuugi had never witnessed before. It frightened him somehow. �Don�t be angry
with me Yami, I hate it when you�re angry.�
�What do you
expect? All you ever do just lately is lie to me and keep secrets. You
challenged my wishes, completely ignoring what was good advice � and then you
just lie to me again, expecting me not to be angry about it! Sometimes I wonder
why I love you so much!� Yuugi�s face scrunched up in pain.
�Yami, please
stop saying things like that. I don�t need this to be happening��
�Well, then you
should have thought about that before, shouldn�t you? I tried to warn you
explicitly, but apparently you�re now too high and mighty to listen to my advice so from now on, I won�t give
you any. That should make you happy!� And with that final blow to Yuugi�s
heart, Yami turned around and fled, slamming the door shut behind him in an
uncharacteristic fit of pure fury. That hurt the younger. It really, truly hurt
him. Yami had not once said anything like that to him before�
What had he done?
~*~*~*~*~
Yuugi peered up at the shelves looming above him, to the ladder on his
left and back again. He wasn�t a massive fan of ladders, it had to be said, but
his grandfather had asked him to stack some of the shelves whilst he went to
see the suppliers. This time last week, Yami would have already stepped in to
help�he saw little chance of that happening.
It had been two days since the initial argument. Neither had spoken to
the otherYami and Yugi have sex � Yugi starts getting memories of being
�violated� by other guy in club � Yami feels awful, too afraid to touch him
anymore. At breakfast they�d sat in silence, Yuugi offering
his darker half subtle apologetic
glances, gentle coercion he hoped Sugoroku
couldn�t see, but it wasn�t as though the old man hadn�t yet twigged
they weren�t talking. During the day, Yami avoided Yuugi as best he could- or
it at least appeared that way to the hikari and in the evenings the three would
sit in front of the television in morbid and uncomfortable silence, the only
voices that spoke belonging to Sugoroku trying his best to rile a conversation
and Yuugi who merely grunted replies.
Yuugi sighed. It was going to be a
long and difficult day, as Sundays often were. Ironic.
It was meant to be the day of rest.
He mounted the ladder, gripped the cold sides, and ascended; a pack of desktop rpg�s hooked underneath one arm. Shakily, he slid
them to the back of the shelf and descended again, pleased that his task was
almost complete.
The sound of the door opening, the little bell hanging above it ringing,
made him jump.
�I�ll be with you in a minute!� he called, sliding the last part of the
shipment onto the bottom shelf. Brushing his hands, he turned, seeing a man in
the doorway, hands in his pockets. �Can I help you, sir?�
�That�s what I�m here to find out,� he replied, smirking. Yuugi frowned.
What an odd thing to say.
The teen wandered behind the counter. �Feel free to look around.�
�It�s alright, I can already see what I want,� he replied, licking his
lips. Yuugi�s brow furrowed further.�You work here all the time?� he asked, pulling his wallet from his back
pocket.
�I sometimes take over from my Jii-chan when he
has something to do. I only do weekends and evenings- I have school the rest of
the time,� Yuugi replied, finding a bag from beneath the counter.
�You�re in school? You must be, what, in year eight?�
�Year eleven,� Yuugi retorted. The man proclaimed a silent �ah�, handing
over a five pound note in exchange for his purchase. �Why do you ask?� He
shrugged, grinning crookedly.
�Just wondering�you�re Yuugi Mutou aren�t you?� Yuugi nodded, mentally
rolling his eyes, �I heard you lived somewhere around here. Must
be luck that I happened to stumble on this store.�
�Hmm,� Yuugi murmured. He was used to making small talk with the
customers, but this man�well he didn�t really feel inclined to do so. There
were a few oddities who wondered in and out of the store and this one was no
exception, so he kept the talk to a minimum.
�Are you planning on entering any tournaments soon? I�ll come and see you
play,� he said whilst Yuugi slid the box into a bag, handing it, the receipt,
and his change over to him.
�Aibou, do you know where-oh,
excuse me.� Yami had walked in through the back door to ask Yuugi a question,
carrying a load of boxes in his arms. He stopped short when he saw a customer
there, placing his stack onto the floor beside the counter.
�That�s alright, I�m going now anyway,� the man replied without looking
at Yami, smiling at Yuugi, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. He waved a little
to the youngster before he slipped outside into the sun.
Yuugi didn�t turn to look at his other
self.
�Aibou?�
�Did you want something?� Yuugi snapped.
�I wanted to know where jii-chan� keeps
that label machine.� Yuugi dug around under the counter and produced the said
item, handing it to Yami without meeting his eyes, and them Yami disappeared
into the store room again, speaking no other words.
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