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*WARNING*
This chapter contains some Yugi-torture. There is also YAOI
(otherwise known as SLASH) as well as some control issues.
Nothing too extreme, but still very unpleasant for Yugi. Plenty of
angst and emotional/physical/mental trauma. Everything works out in
the end, but just be prepared for some bits that aren't all sunshine
and roses. 'Kay?

::

Chapter Three

::

Arthur stood up shakily,
brushing the moss off his knees in an automatic gesture which Abrams
mirrored. Davis just seemed dumbstruck.

“Do. . .do you
think it's safe?”

Arthur and Abrams
exchanged identical wary glances before answering Davis. “Well.
. .I don't believe he's in any shape to hurt us.”

Arthur took a few steps
forward before shrugging off his slightly singed black robe and
wrapping it gently around the small youth's bare form. He nodded to
Davis to carry the other, even smaller boy and stood back. It was
then that he noticed the strange elf's disappearance.

“Where do you
suppose she is?”

There was no need to
elaborate as to whom she was.

Opening his mouth to ask
a question, Abrams froze mid-breath when a sudden screech filled the
air. A massive great black dragon swept into the clearing, landing in
the exact same spot it took off from. Dorothy was sitting on his
back, which thankfully passenger bare. Two dozen Aurors on
broomsticks dove into the clearing, wands out and ready. They stopped
abruptly at the scene in the center of the large, formerly green,
area.

“What in Merlin's
name happened here?” A tall man, obviously in the prime of his
life stepped forward, walking confidently up to Arthur. He had a full
head of brown hair, only a few strands of grey along his temples
showing his age. Hard brown eyes, so dark they bordered on black took
in the scene, his mind storing everything for later.

“Well?” He
raised a brow.

The three surviving
Aurors looked down at their burdens.

“Well...”

There was a small groan
and Abrams glanced down at Landers who was groggily coming to.

“We'll talk later.”
The large man decided, waving to the others to relieve the
battle-worn Aurors' burdens. Four fresh Aurors stepped forward. Two
lifting Landers onto a floating stretcher, the other two each taking
one of the boys. “Headquarters first I believe.” The man
said.

“And Fudge?”
Arthur questioned. “Won't he be suspicious if we come in
looking like this?” He waved a hand at their robes, grass
stains, rips, tears and the odd singed spot making it clear what he
meant.

The man snorted. “As
if he'd recognise the results of a mission.” He shook his head,
a lick of dark brown hair falling over his forehead.

Arthur shrugged. “You
never know...” He trailed off with a frown.

“Believe me, he
still thinks you go into the muggle world to search for long
forgotten wizarding artifacts.”

“Still?”
Arthur narrowed his eyes, thinking hard. “Very well,
Headquarters would probably be best then. Thanks Adrian.”

Adrian shrugged it off.
“So, what's with the muggles?”

“Dorothy didn't
tell you?”

“She didn't really
have time, and we weren't really about to question her in the air,
especially since that dragon wouldn't let us fly close.”

“I see.”
Arthur looked around warily before turning his back on the busy scene
behind him. He took a step closer to the larger Auror. “They're
not muggles.” He whispered quietly.

“What? Impossible.
Are you sure?”

Arthur nodded
emphatically. “You see that...er...mess, behind us?”
Arthur motioned at the blackened, bloody earth.

“Yes.” His
eyes took on a stony scowl.

“Now see that kid
there, the slightly longer one wrapped in my cloak?”

“Yes?” Adrian
was getting slightly impatient.

“He did that.”

“What!” The
brown-haired Auror hissed.

“Shhh! Do you want
everyone's attention?”

“How in Merlin's
name did that...boy,
manage that?” Adrian ground out, his eyes flicking over to
glare at the two unconscious youths.

“I don't know.”
Arthur admitted.

“Are they a danger?
Is it going to be safe to bring them in with us?” Adrian
pressed.

Arthur nodded firmly. “I
don't believe they're going to be a danger to us. That one
especially,” he pointed to the taller youth who was being
checked over by a battle-seasoned medi-witch, “seemed to hate
the Death-Eaters.”

“Fine. They come
with us. But I expect you to vouch for them. Merlin only knows how
little we need more internal strife within the Ministry.”

“Very well.”

“Um...Mr Waring
sir?”

Adrian turned at the
hesitant voice. “Yes?”

“Are you and Mr
Weasley ready to leave? We have the others ready to go.”

Adrian raised a brow at
Arthur. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

::

Ministry Headquarters,

London Wizarding
Central,

May 23th, Thursday,
1998.

8:17 am.

The steady hubbub of
background noise eventually eased the youth from unconsciousness into
a much more natural sleep. It was the strange scattered bits of
sentences which clued Yugi into the fact that he was not where
he usually was when he woke up.

“...witch...told
her...”

“Yes, but....wand
wasn't...”

Yugi blinked to clear the
sleep from his eyes when a face suddenly popped up in his field of
vision. A startled squeak emerged before Yugi flushed bright red in
embarrassment. The woman in front of him smiled.

“Hello ducks, you
feeling okay?”

Yugi nodded blankly.

“Good, good. I'm
Altha Nelwin,” she said with a cheery smile, “I've been a
medi-witch for near on sixty years, so don't hesitate to ask if you
don't understand anything or if you're hurting. Okay?”

“Um..yeah, er yes.”
Yugi stuttered, feeling disoriented.

Altha peered at Yugi for
a moment, clearly in two minds about something. Seemingly making up
her mind, the medi-witch sat herself down on the side of Yugi's bed.

“Are you really a
muggle?” She asked curiously.

“A...what?”

“Oh dear. You are,
aren't you.” She tutted a moment before bestowing a very
pitying look on the boy. “How in Merlin's name do you muggles
survive?” Altha shuddered slightly.

Yugi frowned. He didn't
understand what the lady had said, but he certainly didn't like being
pitied. “What's a muggle?” He asked, his voice lightly
sharper than he'd intended.

“Why, a muggle is a
non-magical person dearie.”

“Then I'm not a
muggle.” Yugi said, crossing his arms defiantly above the white
sheets. “I have magic. I can cast spells and I can summon. Not
to mention a whole load of other stuff.”

“So you are a
wizard then?” Altha asked brightly.

“No.”

“But you're not a
muggle?”

“No.”

“But...”

“Look...Miss
Newin--”

“Nelwin.” She
corrected automatically.

“Fine, Miss
Nelwin.”

“Actually, it's
Mrs. I've been happily married for over forty years.”

Biting back a very rude
word, Yugi took a deep breath before continuing. “Mrs
Nelwin, I have had a very bad night. I have no idea where I am,”
He held up a hand to forestall any interruptions, “I would like
to know where Yami, my friend, is and lastly where on Earth my Dragon
is.” Yugi paused to rub his forehead. “I have no idea
what a muggle is, nor do I have any interest in finding out right
now. I would however appreciate it if you could let me know what
happened last night, or if you could at least point me to someone who
was there.”

Altha sighed loudly.
“Fine, if that's what you want.” She stood up, heading
for the door. “Anything else dear?”

Yugi looked down,
thinking for a moment. “Um...some clothes would be nice,”
he said with a light blush, only just realising he was dressed in
what appeared to be a standard hospital gown. The slight draft across
his back raising a slight blush on his face.

The medi-witch grinned
before disappearing out of the open door. “I'll be back before
you know it.” she said with a wink.

Yugi groaned.

It was a very boring
fifteen minute wait until the door opened and the red-haired man,
Arthur, walked in. He seemed tired, as if he hadn't slept yet. A tall
man walked in beside him. He had dark-ish oak brown hair with a faint
scattering of grey on the sides above his ears and piercing brown
eyes.

Arthur pulled another
chair up to the one beside the bed and sat down, the other man
studying Yugi intently before sitting down in the chair closest to
him.

He stuck out his hand to
Yugi. “Adrian Waring. Pleased to meet you.” the man, Mr
Waring said, his tone dark and foreboding. Arthur nudged him in the
ribs and Mr Waring scowled slightly before offering Yugi a faint
half-smile which looked more like a grimace.

“Um...pleased to
meet you too. I'm Mutou Yugi.” Yugi offered with a timid smile.

“Mr Yugi...”

“Anou...um,
actually, Mutou is my family name. Just call me Yugi, please.”
Yugi gave Arthur a much warmer smile, his large violet eyes alight
with good humor.

“Ah. I take it
you're not from 'round here then?” Arthur asked.

“Nuh-uh. Yami and I
are from Japan. We're...were
on holiday.”

Waring coughed politely
and Arthur blinked. “Er, right. Um, Yugi, Adrian needs to ask
you some questions.” he said, returning to his professional
mode.

Yugi's eyes narrowed a
fraction, a new wariness entering them. “I see.”

Adrian's sharp gaze
caught the tension in Yugi's frame, although Arthur seemed to miss
it.

“Would I be able to
have Yami with me when you ask the questions?” Yugi continued.

Arthur met Adrian's
glance. “Um, well...” Arthur shrugged. “That's
kinda what we want to ask you about.”

“Your...friend...”
Adrian began, the decided emphasis on the word 'friend' showing Yugi
that he believed them to be family rather than just friends, “is
safe. However, due to some concerns voiced by my colleagues I'm
afraid you won't be able to see him until we can determine that he's
no threat to us.”

Yugi's jaw clenched.
Arthur seemed to finally pick up on the tension filling the room,
suddenly clearing his throat and looking askance at Adrian. His
friend was staring intently at the boy in the bed.

“Sou sa...So this
is how you treat people who help you? Yami and I risked our lives
to save your people.” Violet darkened to indigo and hardened to
stone. “What kind of person are you?”

“Be it as it may,
the fact of the matter still stands. Your friend decimated over a
dozen fully trained Death Eaters. The carnage was spread across
thirty feet. Even the grass has died.”

“What...”
Yugi asked flatly, “are you talking about.”

Arthur looked decidedly
uncomfortable. He glanced between his friend and the boy before
coming to a decision.

“Your fri -- er, I
mean, Yami,” he said, foregoing Adrian's constant use of the
word 'friend', “cast a spell I've never heard of or seen
before. He, the enemy, they, um...” he raised his shoulders
helplessly, “There aren't any words for it. It was carnage.”

“Ri~ght.”
Yugi said, “and he had so
many other options left to him.” he said sarcastically.

“I don't think
you're taking this seriously, young man. What your friend did was
horrific. Arthur?” Adrian motioned to the redhead male who
handed over a small ball filled with a silvery liquid. Arthur handed
it over a bit reluctantly.

“This is a
derivative of a pensieve. A sort of spell which records memory.”
He held it up, beside Yugi's forehead, ignoring the glare sent his
way from the boy. “May I?”

Yugi glanced towards
Arthur who looked miserable, but not guilty. The spell in the ball
was probably safe enough then. “Fine.” he said. “Do
it.” His tone conveying his utter lack of trust.

Adrian muttered some
words in that strange language again, sort of like English, but not.
A greyish silver mist seeped out of the small globe, filing Yugi's
eyes and ears. There was a bright white flash, and Yugi found himself
back in the clearing he'd been in the night before. As the events
unfolded Yugi watched with a knot of fear and worry in his belly.

“Oh Kami...”
Yugi breathed as he saw himself fall and Yami's response. He bit back
a cry as he saw the black flames envelop his love, seemingly burning
him. His hands clenched unconsciously in the bedsheets, although he
was no longer aware of them, and his lip started to bleed from his
bite.

Then it happened.

Tears came to Yugi's eyes
as he witnessed Yami's complete transformation. He recognised the
look on his other's face. It wasn't pain, but rapture. He found
himself holding his breath as Yami stared chanting, understanding
only a few of the words. It was no spell Yami had ever shown him,
which meant it was not something suitable for a pure Light being to
know.

“Yami...”
Yugi sobbed, unaware of the looks being given him from the two men in
the room. Adrian had already watched the events, so he had a pretty
good idea of where in the memory Yugi was. Arthur stared at the
floor.

“My fault...”
Yugi murmured. *If
I had been stronger, Yami would never have had to resort to pure
Shadow Magic. Oh Yami. Please, please be alright. Please.*

The memory ended soon
after that, and the mist receded back inside the innocuous clear
silver ball.

Yugi was already getting
out of the bed, pulling the white sheet off the top cover to wrap
around his chest, the ends trailing across the floor like a bridal
train. “I have to see him.” Yugi said frantically,
pulling on every ounce of his strength to find the other half of his
soul. Something blocked him. Only a faint feeling remained, somewhere
to his right. But nothing clearer.

“You can see him
when you've answered our questions.” Adrian stood, staring
intimidatingly down at the tiny youth before him, almost the size of
a child compared to his own great height.

Eyes wide with panic,
Yugi grasped the sheet and shook his head. “No...no...I have to
go.”

“Not until I have
my answers!” Adrian roared. Arthur looked taken aback.

“It can't
hurt...surely?” Arthur pressed, not liking the look of fright
on the boy's face, a boy no older than his youngest son from the
looks of things.

“I have
to find him. You don't understand.” Yugi fell to his knees on
the floor, searching inside himself for the power he knew was buried
there.

“You are staying
here.” Adrian snarled. “Arthur. Find the medi-witch, and
send in Havers and Winton.”

“Adrian?”

“Now Arthur. I am
still your superior.”

Arthur stood his ground,
shaking his head. “I can't do that. The boy is obviously
frightened and ill. He saved my life last night, Adrian. I can't
leave him.”

“Arthur. You don't
want to do this.” Adrian growled warningly.

Arthur squared his chest,
staring unflinchingly to meet Adrian's cold stare. “I cannot do
anything else. My conscience will not rest if I do not stand up. You
may be my friend Adrian, but you are going too far.”

“HAVERS! WINTON!”
Adrian suddenly bellowed. Two dark-haired Aurors came to the doorway,
stepping inside the room and shutting the door behind them.

“Sir.” Came
two identical replies.

“Kindly escort Mr
Weasley here back to his department. And keep him there.”
Adrian instructed.

Two nods. “Sir.”
They took an arm each and disappeared with a pop of displaced
air.

“Right.”
Adrian said, staring at he unresponsive boy still on the floor. “This
ends here. I will not have anyone hurt by someone who is obviously a
dark wizard.”

Yugi didn't respond.

“Are you even
listening to me?” Adrian leant down, picking Yugi up, grasping
his shoulders with an iron grip. Blank violet met brown as Yugi's
head lolled to one side. Shaking the small boy like a rag doll,
Adrian allowed his anger full rein. “I want to know what you
are! Answer me!” He threw Yugi back to the floor in disgust,
leaving him in a sprawled tangle of limbs.

Whipping out his wand,
Adrian shot out a series of spells. The door was promptly locked and
barred, a barrier spell activated on top of them. A barrier placed
across the two high windows cut off every avenue of escape. A quick
spell to prevent anyone hearing anything then one to repel visitors
and Adrian was done.

His attention turned back
to the boy on the floor.

::

Dark...

Cold...

Yugi...where...where
are you?

Help me...

Beloved light...help
me...please...

::

Warmth...light...joy...

Yami...answer me...

Please...My heart, my
love...where are you...?

::

Adrian scanned the room
for something to use. There were six beds lined up across one side of
the wall, two cabinets at the far end on the right and a small
treating area just to the left of him, including a square table and
four chairs, all wood.

Yanking Yugi up by the
sheet wrapped around his chest, Adrian dropped him forcefully down on
one of the wooden chairs, muttering a binding spell aimed at Yugi's
chest. The tri-coloured spikes pointed at the floor as Yugi's head
rolled back at rest on the wooden edge behind his neck. His eyes
still outwardly blank.

Becoming an Auror meant
long arduous physical training, along with equally demanding mental
work. Because of this, it wasn't hard for Adrian Waring to rifle the
cupboards and put together a dangerous combination of potions and
herbs designed to elicit a response to his questioning. And, if it
was painful...well...he'd given the boy enough chances to answer.

Holding Yugi's head
still, Adrian poured the mixture down Yugi's throat, closing his
mouth and rubbing his throat to play on his body's natural response,
which was to swallow. It took a few minutes to work, starting with
small shudders and working up to five minutes of full out convulsions
as the boy's body reacted and absorbed the potion cocktail.

::

Yugi was searching. He'd
gone so far deep inside himself that he'd literally become his soul.
His physical body no longer mattered, all that did was finding his
beautiful love.

There! His mind screamed.
Yugi darted after the feeling, finding a golden thread laced with the
silver-white of his energy. It only took a thought to move, and Yugi
felt himself being pulled towards the gold light.

<<Beloved...>>

Yugi felt a weak pulse of
energy. The gold light was encased inside a black lattice-type cage,
thin tendrils trying to escape through the gaps. He sent an answering
pulse.

<Yami? Love?>

<<Yugi? Oh
please...Yugi...bright heart...>>

<What is this place
Yami? Why can't I see you?>

There were a few moments
of silence. Silver-white light enveloped the black cage, trying to
merge with the trapped golden light.

<<I...I...don't
know. I healed you...didn't I? After the battle?>> There
was thinly disguised fear in Yami's mental voice.

Yugi sent a wave of
reassurance to the other light. <Yes...you healed me.>
He paused, before coming to a decision. <I saw what happened.
With the black fire. I saw you merge.>

<<How?
That's...but...you were unconscious.>>

<One of the men we
saved last night showed me his memory. I'm impressed Love, not upset.
I just...>

A sensation of relief and
wry understanding filtered through to Yugi.

<<Worry?>>

<Yeah.>

<<I want to
touch you.>> Yami's 'voice' sounded strained. The gold
light pulsed, once, twice, each time it pressed against the black
cage a blue electric-style light arced across the holes, forcing the
gold back inside. <<I need to hold you.>>

<Hold on. I'm going
to try and get you out.>

<<Be careful. I
am not losing you now.>>

Yugi smiled, or at least
it felt as though he did. <You're not losing me any time soon,
my heart.>

<<Forever?>>

<Forever.>

A fierce surge of fear
warring with hope flashed across to Yugi. <<Do it.>>

Yugi nodded mentally,
pulling in all of the loose sliver-white threads which were the
essence of his soul. He bound them, wove them together tightly until
they were absorbed into one great bright mass. He wrapped himself
around the black cage and squeezed.

<Still okay?>

<<Y-yes.
Just...just hurry.>> Pain bled through the words,
bolstering Yugi's resolve. He fought against the electrifying barrier
that Yami was sealed in. Yugi pushed only to be repelled, forcing his
entire reserve of strength against Yami's cage.

A small crack appeared.

<<Yugi! Focus
here!>>

<Hai!> Yugi
aimed at the crack then...stopped.

<<Yugi? Bright
heart? Love?>>

<Y-yami...Something...something's
wrong. I can't move.>

The gold light writhed,
suddenly whipping against it's confines. <<Yugi. Listen to
me. Can you tell me what you feel?>>

<C-cold. Hurts.
Like...like m-my stomach is being t-turned inside out.> A
sudden realisation hit him. <Yami! I'm being forced back into
my body. I...I can't fight it. Yami! Help me!>

<<Sssh. Calm
down.>> Yami projected a wave of calm reassurance towards
his light half. <<Just go with it. I'm going to try and
finish what you started.>>

<But...> There
was a gasp, and Yugi felt it echo through his physical body. A sudden
flood of nausea overwhelmed him as he was yanked back into his body
and his connection to his yami severed. Yugi's head burned, and his
muscles were trembling. Convulsions gripped him, and Yugi had no
control as he rode the crash and crest of the agonising seizure. His
head was held in place by two warm hands, large hands and a deep
voice chuckled lowly.

“Glad to have you
finally back, Mr
Mutou.” Adrian Waring smirked.

::

“What? That's not
possible!”

“I'm sorry Madame.
But the youth we sedated and bespelled for his own safety and ours is
breaking through the enchantments.” The man, possibly in his
late twenties, shrugged helplessly, wide blue eyes worried and
unsure.

“Can you block his
magic?”

The man shook his head.
“No. He's not actually using any magic. I don't know
what he is doing, but it's like nothing I've ever seen. The
sheer intensity of the power...it's...it's not magic, but it's
definitely something.”

“I see.”

“Ma'am?”

The woman turned to him,
a long white braid gently swinging. Her face was smooth except for
the crow's feet at the corners of her pale brown eyes. With her
high-necked white top and long black skirt, she looked like she had
just stepped out of a Victorian portrait.

Her lips quirked into a
wry smile. “Yes, Jason?”

“I heard rumors,
about last night.” He looked up at her from his seat
overlooking the spell panel which kept track of the strange youth.
“Are they true? You were there, weren't you?”

“Yes. I was there.”
The woman also known as Dorothy Isaac answered. “And yes, most
of the rumors are true.”

Jason bit his lip
nervously, bringing a warmer smile to Dorothy's face. He reminded her
so much of her own son just then.

“Are we going to be
safe?”

Dorothy sighed. “I
really couldn't say. I've never come across anyone quite like those
two boys. Who can say what will happen now.”

“Then...”

“I wouldn't worry,
Jason. From the little I saw of them last night, I suspect they are
not evil, or Dark. Even if there was some sort of fiery battle after
I left. I saw the remains of a circle of blackened earth, but I doubt
even I know enough to be able to say.”

“Yes ma'am.”

“Keep me posted.”

::

“This is
ridiculous!”
Arthur Weasley was fuming. The two Specials Aurors who had taken back
to his office on the other side of the building had quickly shot up
two barrier spells, keeping all three of them trapped. Every time he
so much as twitched he had two wands pointed at him.

“You two can't
possibly think that Adrian is in the right. He's going to interrogate
that poor boy!”

One of them shrugged,
facing Arthur blandly. “Mr Waring is very dedicated, but he'd
never cross the line.”

Arthur narrowed his eyes.
“And who draws that line?”

::

“I was just a green
recruit when Grindelwald was defeated. That was fifty years ago. Now
with He-who-must-not-be-named trying to take his place, the wizarding
world has become a shallow reflection of what it once was.”
Adrian smiled warmly down at Yugi, whose face was held in the palms
of his hands. The seizures had finally ceased, leaving the hospital
gown and sheet damp with sweat.

Now that he could see it,
the man's smile sent chills down Yugi's spine.

“Now, you would
probably have denied all knowledge of the Dark Lord. But I know
better. You and that other one are both tainted. You are too perfect
to be human.” He leaned in close enough for Yugi to feel his
breath, hot and heavy on his cheek. “I want to know what you
are. The medi-witch kindly allowed me to examine the clothes they
removed from you when they treated you, and there was no trace of a
wand. There were no lingering signs of magic and no indications that
you were anything other than a muggle.”

Adrian paused to tap his
chin thoughtfully. “So I thought about it. How in Merlin's name
could two boys turn the tide of battle? How could your friend,
who looks like an almost exact duplicate of you be so vicious,
so cruel, so utterly remorseless?”

Yugi tried to swallow,
tried desperately to get his mouth to work. Every muscle in his body
was aching and unresponding. His arms, head and legs felt like lead
weights. He hated this feeling of helplessness, almost as much as he
needed to find out what had happened to Yami. Thoughts of his
personal safety were ignored, since there wasn't anything he could
do. He'd used up all his energy helping Yami, then his body had given
out thanks to whatever Adrian Waring had done while he was unaware.

Adrian flipped a chair
around it, straddling it and folding his arms over the back to stare
at Yugi. “I checked, you know, to see if you could possibly be
some sort of golem, or familiar, or even a magical creature. Do you
want to know what I found out?”

He took Yugi's silence as
an answer. “Nothing. Nothing! And for some reason, even though
I have had the reports from the mission last night, the facts show me
that you used no magic during the battle. No magic. Yet you kept all
the wounded under a very odd crystal dome, which even the spells from
the Death Eaters couldn't break or shatter.”

A shiver ran down Yugi's
spine, a tremor of foreboding.

“So...”
Adrian continued, “...what makes you
so special?” His hands came up to gently peel the sheet out of
Yugi's grip. The muscles having long since locked in curled
positions. His fingers were carefully opened and his arms laid to
dangle on either side. Something held him up against the back of the
wooden chair, but for the life of him, Yugi couldn't tell what it
was.

“Since the spells
were inconclusive, I decided maybe a physical test would be more
appropriate.”

Yugi's eyes widened in
horror and realisation of what Adrian had planned as the green and
white hospital gown was slowly untied from the nape of his neck and
peeled away. The tall Auror left it pooled in Yugi's lap, barely
protecting his modesty. A dull red flush spread across the exposed
white skin of his neck, down over the smooth and unmarred flesh of
his chest and over the slight curve of his abdomen.

“Perfect.”
Adrian breathed. “Like a beautiful doll.” His hand cupped
Yugi's chin, raising his face to meet Adrian's rapt gaze. Violet eyes
pleaded soundlessly with him for mercy. Trailing his hand over the
gentle curves of Yugi's face, with it's creamy white skin highlighted
by a delicate flush, Adrian sighed softly. His fingers explored the
silky softness of his hair, running over the trembling muscles in his
neck and chest before the man turned his attentions back to Yugi's
face, tracing a finger along Yugi's slightly parted lips.

Yugi shuddered, tears
coming unbidden to his eyes. He was by no means lacking intelligence,
and the look in the man's eyes was not one he'd ever wish to see,
unless it was Yami. It wasn't just lust. That he could deal with.
He'd had to learn early on just what people thought of him when he
reached puberty. All of a sudden he had become fair game, and even
with Yami to take over and discourage people, things still got out of
hand.

Yugi knew how he appeared
to others, with his unbelievably large eyes that were a shade of
indigo and violet that put gems to shame. His body, which he used to
hate, had grown a few inches, only enough so that he still was the
size of a twelve or fourteen year old, but still, it was perfectly
proportioned. He was slim, delicate and, since completely bonding
with Yami, had stopped aging. Forever frozen as a flawless human
doll.

Lust was something Yugi
could deal with, if not partially understand, but the other
emotion...the fanatical gleam in Adrian Waring's eyes combined with
the frightening lack of morals he was showing made Yugi a hell of a
lot worse than uncomfortable.

Adrian stepped back for a
moment, allowing Yugi to pull himself together mentally. “'Tempus'.”
The time lit up in the air beside his wand. 09:46 am. His smile grew.
“Right on time.” He whispered as Yugi suddenly gasped.

Where only moments before
Yugi had found himself so drained he couldn't move his head, now a
rush of adrenaline and energy suddenly swept through him, firing his
veins with liquid heat. Yugi forced himself to lift his head. It was
an effort, but the feeling of relief at being able to control himself
again was worth it.

Until he saw the gleeful
smirk on Adrian's face.

“While you were
semi-conscious....gone...unaware...etc...I took the liberty of
drugging you. My own recipe, although I must admit, this is the first
time I've ever tried it. The first stage is the worst. Twelve minutes
of seizures as your body absorbs and reacts to the more dangerous
components. Alone they would cause fatigue, nausea, dizziness,
disorientation leading to loss of muscle control, which you're
probably glad didn't happen, eh?”

Adrian chuckled, although
he didn't take his eyes of the boy before him. “Count yourself
lucky you weren't aware for the first five minutes. You've had the
nausea, the dizziness and disorientation, but you're also only going
to feel weak, thanks to the seizures.”

“There will also be
a delay of blood to the brain, making it difficult for you to think,
amongst other stuff. But that bit's over now.” Adrian sat back
on the stool, his eyes lit up as though he'd been given every present
on every Christmas on one morning.

“Now though, you
should be starting Stage-2. Random bursts of energy, hot and cold
flushes, occasional muscle spasms as the blood starts flowing and
constricted breathing.” Adrian cocked his head to one side.
“Don't worry, this bit only lasts for eight minutes,
approximately. It's the third stage you want to look forward to.”

Barely aware, Yugi tried
to focus on the droning of Adrian's voice. His chest felt like it was
in a vice, slowly being compacted from the inside and out.

Adrian leant forward, his
nose almost touching Yugi's. “Stage-3,” he whispered,
mock secretly, “Is what I'm waiting for. You will be awake and
aware, but you will feel compelled to answer every question as fully
as you can. Well, every question I decide to ask you. You are only
going to have to do so under some very harsh conditions though.”
he imparted, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“An unfortunate
side effect of Stage-3 is your nerves. Because of the previous two
stages, your body isn't going to be able to cope very well with the
demands placed on it. Your nerves are going to become
ultra-sensitive. A soft touch will be ecstasy, a harsh one will be
agony. Co-operate and you won't have to worry, be difficult...”
he shrugged, “well. I think you'll want to leave that one
undiscovered.”

Everything tingled. Yugi
bit his lip to prevent himself from gasping.

“So, are you going
to co-operate?”

Yugi pulled his strength
together enough to raise his eyes. He glared furiously at the
brunette before him. “Teme. Bastard.”

Adrian's eyes slitted.
Stalking away from Yugi's bound form, he stopped at the table,
sweeping his arm across the papers and quills, along with a few glass
jars and bottles. They shattered on the floor in a spray of
crystalline rain, coming to settle nestled amongst the heavier sheafs
of parchment.

With a spell growled out,
and his wand aimed at Yugi's chest, Adrian muttered the counter-spell
to the binding spell keeping Yugi upright.

A cool draft of air
drifted across Yugi's chest just as he found himself falling forward.
With nothing to hold him in place, his weakened muscles just weren't
up to the task of holding him upright.

Adrian caught him with
one hand around Yugi's tiny waist, the hospital gown following the
sheet to slide to the floor. The tall auror half flung, half dropped
Yugi onto the table.

Everything hurt. From the
moment his body touched the table, Yugi found himself suppressing a
cry of pain. A sharp intake of breath escaped, and the world went
alarmingly white for an instant. Had the table been a bed of needles,
it probably would have hurt less. The first thing Yugi swore was to
make sure that this man didn't win.

Nothing made sense. Yugi
knew for a fact that he was guilty of nothing, although from the
fanatical gleam he'd seen in the man's eyes, he didn't think he would
be believed. There was no arguing with someone who thought they were
right, and Adrian Waring reminded him uncomfortably of the people
that had been sent after him and his friends during Battle City.

“'Mobilicorpus'.”
Adrian said, directing Yugi's limbs into position.

Screwing his eyes shut
tight, Yugi tried to lose himself again. *Serves me right for
wanting to help people.* He sighed inwardly. *No. That's not
fair. Those people last night...we couldn't have let them die.

...But I'm not about
to give up to a madman!*

::

<<Yugi?! Yugi!
Bright heart! Please....answer me!>> Yami pushed against
his cage desperately, trying to contact his light. When there was no
answer he turned his attention towards the tiny hairline crack in the
black lattice shield keeping him restrained. Somehow the barrier,
which reminded him a bit of the 'Nightmare Cage', albeit without the
spikes, and rather more tightly woven, was keeping him apart not only
from Yugi, but the shadows of his realm. Without their power, the
once Pharaoh had to resort to his own magic, his own power.

...His soul.

He had once told Yugi how
much he felt strengthened simply by his light's presence. But that
wasn't because Yugi had more power than him...indeed, how could he?
If Light and Dark ever became unbalanced it would be the beginning of
chaos, and the end of them both.

No. This was because of
his own sense of self-worth. Yugi was pure, as befitted a being of
pure Light, but the light could be just as harsh as the darkness.
Yami was Yugi's self-appointed protector. The medium through which
Yugi could be sheltered. If he himself were to vanish or fade into
oblivion, than the world would simply lose one more Dark deity. But
were Yugi to perish, or his light be extinguished, then the entire
world would lose a beacon of hope.

And yet, Yugi never
complained. During all his battles, not only those among his enemies,
but with those he counted as his friends. Personal trials, public
trials...the many, many public trials, some of which were televised,
(much to Yami's everlasting chagrin) and the frequent choices that
Yugi had to make which would have made a man twice his size and power
quake. Yugi had just kept smiling, kept his head up and encouraged
them all.

Even Kaiba had not turned
out to be immune. Not to mention his old nemesis, now known as
Bakura, Ryou's Dark other. Thanks to Yugi and Ryou's efforts, the
Pharaoh and the Tomb Robber had a wary, but lasting truce.

And all this had happened
before Yugi had found out how to harness his own power.

So now Yami had to rely
on only himself. And it was just as hard as he thought it would be.

In a way it was silly,
because Yugi had always seen his Dark half as being the strongest of
the two. Yami's ever-present confidence and fiery determination
during each and every one of their battles bolstered the smallest of
the duo.

Yami would die before
losing that respect, that smile of warm acceptance that Yugi always
shone on him. If within Yami's arms was Yugi's haven, then holding
his little love was Yami's heaven.

Gritting his metaphorical
teeth, (it felt like he had a body, but didn't. Kinda like when he
was a spirit, only now he was a ball of squiggly light), Yami forced
his power to merge completely until no strand of golden light was
left, only one immense pulsing gold orb.

Then Yami pushed.

It was a bit like taking
a deep breath, then forcing your lungs to expand again without
expelling any air. Very hard, and increasingly painful. The barrier
started to vibrate as it tried to contain Yami's soul and withstand
the attack on it's cage.

<<...FOR
YUGI!!>> Yami screamed as he threw his entire being against
the black shield, his battle cry echoing loudly within his head as he
pulsed and grew, pressed and fought violently against his bonds.

The cage barrier
shattered, each black shard twinkling out of existence.

Yami gasped, and it
echoed throughout his physical body. Suddenly he was flooded by the
senses kept from him before. He could smell the cool air, feel a
slight breeze caress his cheek. There were muffled shouts and
panicked yells, shuffling footsteps and barked commands.

Crimson eyes snapped
open.

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