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Disclaimer � If I owned them, what makes you think I would
be writing this instead of doing . . . *ahem* other things?

Author�s Notes � Okay all . . . in celebration of
Thanksgiving (because I�m thankful that my life is finally straightening itself
out and that my muses finally came back *glares at Seph
and Marik*) I figure I�ll post another chapter early.

At the suggestion of my beloved reviewer, Lady Grey, I am
going to reinstitute my update email. If you want on it, let me know, and I�ll
email you when I post : )

With that, enjoy!

Chapter 3 � Awakenings

The sound
of a familiar voice nearby helped clear the fog that wrapped his mind in soft
cotton. A flutter of thick charcoal against lightly tanned skin was the only
movement in the still figure before crimson eyes opened, staring up at the
unfamiliar ceiling in confusion. This wasn�t right . . . things were too sharp,
too focused. The fact that he had not been here before did not worry him - he
had spent the last two years in dreams that sometimes connected him loosely to Yugi, seeing things through his aibou
that he would never experience himself. But this wasn�t the dim, pale fragment
of reality he had become accustomed to.
He turned
his head slightly, trying to locate the owner of the voice he heard, and
crimson eyes flew wide as they landed on none other than Seto
Kaiba, who was pacing the length of his office as he
argued into the cordless phone he held to one ear.
�No, I�m
not joking, god damn it! I�m telling you, it�s him! Or
one of him, at any rate . . . No, I don�t know how it happened, and yes I know
it�s simply not possible! But I�m telling you the truth Marik.�
He growled under his breath at some response Marik
made. �Look, just get your ass over to Kaiba Corp. as
soon as you can. You�ll see the truth for yourself when you get here. And bring
the damn albino with you. No, not Ryou! The Tomb Robber.� He disconnected the call, debating on
throwing the phone across the room for a moment before sighing and stalking
over to the desk to return it to its cradle instead. It would do no good to
take his frustration and confusion out on a simple piece of technology after
all. He was much more controlled than that. He turned from his desk, and froze
as sapphire orbs met deep crimson across the expanse of plush blue carpet that
separated the mahogany desk from the black leather couch on which Yami had been ensconced.
�Kaiba . . .� Yami began, his voice hoarse from two years of disuse, �What is
going on here?�
�I was
hoping you could tell me,� the taller man answered, coming to stand over him,
his gaze wary. �That is, if it�s really you lying there, Pharaoh.�
Yami started to growl back a retort about his former rival
finally having gone off the deep end before the truth of Kaiba�s
statement stopped him. The man had every right to
question who he was . . . when his friends had last seen him, he had been
struggling to maintain control of his body and his darkness long enough to
shatter the Puzzle. They had no idea who had won that struggle . . . in fact, Yami himself was unsure who
had won. If he were honest with himself, he wasn�t sure if he even knew who he
was.
�I do not
know who I am,� he whispered, the crimson eyes darkening with pain as his hands
clenched into fists. �I thought I did . . . once upon a time. Now, I am not so
sure.� He was surprised when Kaiba nodded, bending
down to help him into a sitting position, careful not to disturb too much of
the blanket that covered his lack of clothing.
�That�s a
more honest answer than I would have expected from your more psychotic self, so
you must be the true Yami,� he said calmly. Reaching
down, he unlocked and removed the cuffs that Yami
hadn�t even noticed were there in his confusion, then stepped away, giving the
former Pharaoh time to adjust to the new circumstances. �As for what is going
on . . . I have no idea. All I know is that my security team found you this
morning in the vault below ground, collapsed on the floor.� Crimson eyes rose to
meet his gaze steadily, lightly tanned fingers rubbing at his wrists absently.
�The
Puzzle?� he asked.
�Still in
pieces . . . no one has reassembled it. I had diver�s retrieve it so that it
wouldn�t fall into the wrong hands, but other than that, your wishes were
followed. Yugi . . . does not even know that it is
here.� He noticed the slight flinch that came with the mention of Yugi�s name, and frowned. �You�re still blaming yourself
for what happened two years ago, aren�t you?� He moved back as Yami arose, gripping
the blanket around himself in one white knuckled hand, the other brushing
raggedly through the tri-colored locks before he stalked across the sea of
carpet to one floor length window, staring out at the bustling city in
desolation.
This was
not something he wanted to face . . . he had never wanted to come back, not to
this. He didn�t want to face the hatred and disgust on the faces of those he
had cared about. Yugi . . . just the thought of his aibou and what his darkness had done to the young boy made
him want to fall to his knees and weep in agony and despair. His love . . . for
he did love Yugi, loved him with all his heart and
soul . . . but what they could have had was now irretrievable, shattered into a
million sharp, hurting pieces, much like the rest of the life he had built for
himself in this time. If he reached out to retrieve them, he would only cut
himself further.
Suddenly he
wished he knew what had happened, simply so he could undo it. Undo it, and
return to his self-instated exile. There, at least, he could still have his
dreams of what might have been, no matter how much they hurt.
Seto watched him for several quiet moments, noting the
weary slant of the once proud shoulders, the exhaustion and pain that was
evident in every movement and word. Yami still bore
the wounds of his own experiences during that horror, and it seemed that, in
the void of the Puzzle, they had only festered and grown worse. Suddenly, he
felt an empathy with his former rival that he hadn�t believed would ever be
possible. Crossing the carpet silently, he hesitated only a moment before
reaching out to lay a hand on one bare, tanned shoulder.
�No matter
what you may think, what happened was not your fault in the way you think it
was. You did what you thought was best to protect the boy given to your care .
. . even you are not omniscient, Yami,� he murmured. Yami chuckled darkly, the crimson eyes closing with the
pain that still coursed through him at the mention of what had happened.
�I am the
only person who can carry the blame, Kaiba,� he said
hoarsely. �After all . . . my darkness was a part of myself that I sealed away.
I should have been more aware. Instead, I allowed circumstances to get the best
of me, and Yugi paid the price.� He glanced over his shoulder,
meeting the sapphire eyes sadly. �You all paid the price.�
Seto made to respond, but instead growled as a knock on the
door interrupted them. His look clearly told Yami
they would continue the conversation later, and Yami
sighed as the taller man went to answer his office door, before turning to
stare out the window once again. No matter what Kaiba
said, it wouldn�t change the truth that was in his heart.
The soft
murmur of voices behind him went largely ignored . . . up until the point that
a cold presence seeped through him. Turning, he found himself staring straight
into bloodied chocolate eyes, and he nearly stepped backwards before he
remembered that there was only glass behind him.
�Tomb
Robber,� he said by way of greeting, his muscles tensing in preparation for the
attack he was sure was coming.
�Pharaoh,�
the white haired former spirit replied, crossing his arms over his chest and
stepping back himself. �You know . . . I was less than
pleased when Marik called me to get me to come over
here. But now that I�m here . . .� He shrugged. �I have to admit I�m somewhat
happy to see you,� he admitted reluctantly. When Yami
raised an eyebrow in curiousity, he smirked. �You
have no idea how odd it is to be the only five thousand year old in a group of
teenagers.�
Amused
despite the oddness of the situation, Yami found himself smiling at the former thief, and was pleasantly
surprised when that smile was answered. That smiled faded slightly when he saw
who had entered with Bakura. It disappeared entirely
went Marik went down on one knee before him, bowing
his head so that the platinum blonde hair fell forward, hiding his face.
�My
Pharaoh,� the Tomb Guardian murmured. �Welcome back among the living.�
�I would
rather not be here, Marik,� Yami
replied, reaching down to raise the blonde back to his feet. �Perhaps you can
tell me what has happened to cause this sudden return.� Marik
shook his head sadly.
�I don�t
know how it could have happened, Yami,� he answered.
�It should have been impossible for you to return without the Puzzle being
reassembled . . . and in a solid mortal body at that. I wish that I did have
the answers you seek.� Yami sighed, returning to his
post beside the window and staring out at the city in annoyance.
�There�s
something I didn�t want to mention until you got here,� Kaiba
murmured. He waited until eyes were back upon him before continuing. �One of my
guards was attacked last night when he went down to investigate a disturbance
in the vault. He claims that the person who attacked him looked like you, Yami.�
�I have no
recollection of attacking anyone,� Yami began, and
then froze as a horrifying idea came to him. Turning on one heel, he grabbed Marik. �Marik . . . where is my aibou?!�
�At the game shop, Yami . . .� the blonde
murmured, confused. �Why?�
Yami didn�t answer, striding towards the door hurriedly
before reality caught up with him in his worry.
�I need
clothes. Now.�

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Yugi sat behind the counter-top of the Turtle Game Shop,
dwelling in dark thoughts. The brief
contact he�d had with Yami the night before weighed
heavily on his mind. How could Yami so casually tell
him to move on, even while telling him that he still loved him? His heart ached
with the thought.
But Yami had said that it was hurting him. Could he really
continue to hurt the one he loved most by mourning him and refusing to move on?
He sighed, amethyst eyes closing in exhaustion. He hadn�t slept at all last
night, and he�d had to open the shop for his grandfather early this morning.
More and more of late Solomon had to go out of town, so Yugi
stepped in. It was something he and Yami used to do
together . . .
That
thought brought another flash of pain to the youth. All he�d ever wanted was to
have true friends, and Yami had given that to him. Yami had also given him the courage to be strong, and the
self-confidence to do anything he put his mind to. Yami
had given him so much . . . could he really deny his other the chance to rest
in peace when he had exiled himself simply to protect those he cared about?
The flash
of anger that brought on surprised him slightly. He was still angry at his
other . . . angry for not giving them the chance to come up with another plan .
. . angry for being left alone with so much left unsaid between the two of
them. But then he felt guilty . . . it was his fault that Yami
had sealed his darkness away in the first place, resulting in the horror of two
years ago. His feelings had been the key that shadow had used to get out . . .
and because of that, maybe he deserved to have lost Yami.
The ring of
the bell signaling a customer was only half-heard, lost in thought as he was.
He glanced up half-heartedly, and froze, his eyes taking in the identical
tri-colored hair and black clothing that draped the tall, pale man who�d
stepped through his door. He almost leaped forward in joy . . . until amethyst
eyes met blood red in the thin, angular face.
Suddenly he
was thrown back to that horrid night, staring up into maniacal red eyes as his
body was turned against him. �It can�t be . . .� he thought, his mind running
in circles. �It can�t be . . .� The creature in front
of him smirked, a grin that sent shivers up the young man�s spine.
�What,
little Yugi? No words of greeting for your first
lover, returned from exile after two years time?� He held his hands wide,
turning in place so that Yugi could see all of him.
�Dare I say that you have not missed me?� Yugi found
himself shaking his head, closing his eyes as he desperately wished this
nightmare away.
�You�re not
here . . . I�m dreaming . . .� he whispered hoarsely. The cold chuckle that
answered that statement made him clench his fists, unconsciously backing up to
put more space between him and his tormentor.
�Poor
little light . . . still unable to handle the truth,� the shadow whispered.
�This time, however, your yami is not here to save
you. There is only me . . . only Kage, no Pharaoh.�
He advanced on the shivering figure, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips
hungrily as he devoured Yugi with his eyes. The boy
had grown into a man . . . he had gained a few inches in height, and the
babyish face had smoothed into an elegant, fine boned picture that anyone would
covet. He reached out his hand, running it lightly over that pale skin, and
shivered in delicious anticipation when the youth shook in terror. He drank
that terror in like a fine wine, remembering the last time he�d had the boy
before him like this.
Yugi screwed his eyes shut tightly,
willing with all his might that this would turn out to be just another
nightmare. He moaned helplessly as the fiend touched him.
**Oh gods .
. . Yami . . . it didn�t work . . .**
he whispered into the silence of his mind. He steeled himself for what was to
come, beginning to retreat into his mind to protect himself, and gasped as he
was suddenly released. Amethyst eyes opened warily, only to widen in shock as Marik grabbed him, flinging him towards the door.
�Marik . . . what . . .?� he began.
�No time to
explain right now, Yugi . . . we have to get out of
here, fast.� The blonde dragged him through the open door, the sound of fists
connecting with flesh falling behind them. Yugi found
himself shoved towards the waiting limo, but caught himself before he fell in.
He spun on one heel, facing his guardian angrily.
�We can�t
leave whoever that is in there with that psycho!� he snarled, and began to
charge back in. He stopped short as he found Bakura
in front of him, the Tomb Robber blocking his way solidly.
�No chance
in all the nine hells, Pharaoh�s hikari,� he snapped.
�Yami would happily send me to the Shadow Realm again
if anything happened to you.�
�Yami can�t do that, he�s still . . .� The soft voice
trailed off as comprehension dawned on him. Yami�s
darkness was back in the real world . . . could it mean that . . .
�Yami!� he shouted, and tried to push past the white haired
thief, his heart thudding painfully in his chest. He gasped as strong hands
lifted him, shoving him into the limo as Bakura turned
away. �NO! YAMI!� Yugi
pounded on the bulletproof glass as the door shut behind him, and he was left
staring angrily at the back of a blue trench coat. �Ra damn you, Kaiba,� he snarled as the car pulled away, leaving him
staring at the scene as it fell away behind them.
He sank
into the seat, his mind in turmoil. He tried to squash the hope welling in his
chest . . . if it turned out he was wrong, it would only hurt further. But if
that had been Yami back there who had attacked that
fiend . . .
Huddling in
on himself, he forced his mind to go blank, protecting himself from the agony
he was sure to go through when his hopes were dashed once again.

*-------*-------*-------*-------*

Bakura, Seto, and Marik watched the limo
pull away from them with an air of relief that quickly evaporated. Yugi was safe . . . but what of Yami?
They had
been unable to stop him from charging into the store, and he had completely
caught them by surprise when he had launched himself at his shadow, tackling
the fiend from the side and driving them both into the back stock room. Luckily
Marik had enough presence of mind to grab Yugi before he could figure out what was going on . . . if Yugi had seen Yami, they would
never have been able to get him to leave.
Bakura moved to go back inside . . . and they all ducked as
the front window shattered, spilling two bloody and battered men onto the
sidewalk. One staggered to his feet, pressing one hand to his upper arm tightly
as he glared at the man still lying on the ground.
�This isn�t
over, Pharaoh,� the shadow growled before launching himself away from the group
who still stood about, stunned at their sudden appearance. Bakura
moved to give chase, but was held back by Seto,
forced to watch as Yami�s darkness disappeared around
a corner.
�We have to
help Yami,� Seto murmured.
�There will be other chances at him.�
�He�s hurt
pretty badly,� Marik called from where he kneeled
beside the fallen Pharaoh. �There�s some glass embedded in his side, and he�s
got a bad gash on his leg. We need to get him back to the mansion, fast.� He
gasped and nearly jumped back to his feet when an iron grip closed around his
wrist. He stared down into hazy crimson eyes.
�Yugi . . .?� Yami asked, his voice nearly non-existant.
�He�s safe
. . . we�re taking you to him now.� They were all surprised when Yami shook his head.
�No . . .
not . . . ready . . . to face
him,� Yami gasped out. �Not . . . yet.�
The three standing around him exchanged concerned glances. The mansion was the
safest place right now . . .
�I�ll take
him back to my place,� Bakura said finally. �Marik, Seto . . . you two get
over to the mansion and let everyone know what�s going on.�
�Bakura . . . are you sure about this?� The thief threw a
glance over his shoulder as he moved to open the back door to his Viper.
�What, don�t trust me?� he said sarcastically. �I thought we
already talked about this, Marik. I told you, I�m not
such a bastard that I won�t remember what he did for us. Besides, Ryou is still there . . . he can give me a hand.� Nodding
reluctantly, Marik helped Seto
maneuver the fast-fading Yami into the back seat, and
watched as Bakura drove off.
�You know,�
Seto murmured, breaking the concerned silence after
several moments, �I really don�t envy you having to explain this to Yugi.� He chuckled slightly as the blonde Egyptian groaned
at the reminder of what was ahead. �Don�t worry, Marik
. . . we�ll make sure he doesn�t mangle you . . . too badly.� Lavender eyes
bored aggravated holes into his back as he walked towards Marik�s
bike before the blonde sighed and followed, dragging his keys out of his
pocket. He was not looking forward to this . . . not at all.
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