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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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Thankies to beta Shinigami
Tenshi
(*)-footnote
Chapter 4>
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Maybe I�m lost, maybe I�m scared
Too many times I�ve closed the doors behind me
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Yuugi sat hunched over on the floor, the blind pulled down
over his window and a console controller clutched tightly between hands,
fingers bashing the pad into oblivion. A particular part of the game he hadn�t
been able to beat was still eluding him, even though he�d been trying for
several weeks to pass it. In some twisted way that could work out as an analogy
of his current situation, but his life was far worse than some computer game.
He knew in the end, the story in the game would turn out for the best. He
couldn�t hope for as much in reality.
He �hmmed� softly, considering the
options on the screen and picked something random, hearing Yami switching off
the shower in the bathroom down the hall. The younger hadn�t gone to school
that day, ignoring any advice his other
self had offered the day before in favour of his own instincts. Perhaps if
he had a few days off, everyone would have forgotten what had happened to him
by the time he went back so he could forget about it without the niggling in
the back of his mind that someone was about to mock or jeer at him. He yearned
to talk to Jounouchi too, but the blonde hadn�t made any attempt to contact him
and Yuugi couldn�t handle another rejection. He wasn�t sure why his best friend
was acting the way he was. He told him he didn�t blame him for what happened
and that was the truth, but maybe Jounouchi felt culpable anyway.
Yuugi awoke from his musings, noting he�d been staring at
his bedroom door expecting the Shadow to greet him. He hadn�t. Yuugi felt
disheartened and annoyed at the same moment. Why was it everyone seemed to be
shouting at him or arguing with him because some bastard took advantage? That
wasn�t fair was it? Then again, maybe it was all he
deserved.
He looked back to the television screen, letting out a high
pitched whine of annoyance to discover that, in his vacant ramblings, he�d
gotten himself killed; again.
Frustrated, he tossed the pad at the foot of the screen and switched the
console off, awkwardly clambering to his feet before heading to the bathroom to
get cleaned up and out of his starry pyjamas.
�Oh�!� Yuugi said softly upon pushing toor oor open. Yami
was still in there, a towel enveloping his waist, sodden hair dripping all over
the cold tiles.
�I�m done,� Yami said quietly, unnervingly calm. Yuugi
nodded his acknowledgment, peeling off the top half of his pyjama ensemble as
the other collected his belongings together, �Jii-chan
says he�ll drive you to school so there�s no need to rush.� He sounded so
distant all of a sudden, so cold and so bitter, and it burnt on the inside; it
burnt like ice.
�Yami�� he murmured, staring at the back of Yami�s head in
the vain hope he would turn round, and their eyes would meet, everything
forgiven and forgotten so they could all carry on as they had been, but that
would have made little difference. Before anything had happened to Yuugi, their
relationship was strained and the roots that had-for a long, long time- grown
so deep and strong, were beginning to wither even though the youth never would have
want such a thing to occur. It was hurting him, and it was hurting Yami, so why
couldn�t they just overcome it the way they overcame every other challenged
thrust upon them.
This was different; so very, very different, and this task
was much more difficult to accomplish.
p clp class=MsoNormal>�Not now, Yuugi.�
Yuugi�s stomach lurched. He�d called him Yuugi, not aibou. A simple word had changed, bringing down Yuugi�s whole
perspective on life with it.
�Please��
�Have a shower and get dressed,� the Shadow motioned towards
the door.
�Yami, I love you�� Yami halted, head moving as though he
was about to turn to see his hikari
�I�ll make you some tea.� With that he left, leaving Yuugi
to cope with the distraught feeling making the knot in his stomach tighten
painfully. Was Yami trying to hurt him on purpose to even the score? He never
knew his other self was capable of
being vindictive, but if that�s what he was intending he was doing an
immaculate job.
~*~*~*~*~
It felt good to be able to relax in the warmth of the water,
allowing the tension in his muscles to float away. Yuugi picked up the loofah and slowly dragged it along his skin, shivering at
the sensation of the rough edges against the smoothness of his arm. He lay
back, head dipping momentarily beneath the water, opening his mouth to blow a
bubble. He emerged again, sodden, and shook his head, flicking the excess water
around the room, continuing to languidly sweep the loofah
along his body, drifting into a pattern of thought that kept returning.
Didn�t Yami love him anymore; was he going to renounce him
for what had happened? Why would he ever be so cruel when he had become
renowned for being merciful and compassionate�.though, that was because of
Yuugi�s guidance, not his own choice. It made him angry, so angry he wanted to
hit him; knock some sense into that foolish ancient pharaoh!! Here he was,
confused, upset, dealing with the agony of having his body violated against his
will whilst Yami simply dismissed him. What had changed all of a sudden? When
had he become so aloof and why? If he�d never found out he�d been raped, if
Yami never knew, maybe none of this would be happening.
So that meant it was his
fault? If he�d been clever enough to hide it then everything would be alrighp>
p>

�Ah!� Yuugi gasped, finding that he�d rubbed so hard against
his skin that it had begun to bleed. He dropped the offending instrument into
the bath, leaning over to grab a piece of toilet roll to dab against the wound.
It wasn�t a deep cut, but the paper swallowed the metallic residue up like a fish
drinking water and it stung, but not as much as rejection had done. Was Yami
becoming his old self, that dark, fearful creature that onceked ked in the
shadows of his mind, across the hall from his soul room beyond a door shrouded
in mystery and hate and danger? A man
Yuugi once feared as he slept, dreaming, seeing the clear visions of his vile
deeds in his world, in his place. A man consumed by jealousy and odium and
revulsion for the pathetic mortals that dared trespass in his soul. A man who
had ignored him and protected him at the same time, ingesting him in the
overwhelming light as he took over the petite host to play his little games.
The memory was still there. Yuugi shuddered and the water
rippled with his body. The water was warm, but he was cold. Never was a memory
so painful. His other self was wild
back then, his entrance to a world corrupted far beyond the reckoning of
ancient Egypt
stirring something inside, a need, a desire to play, to triumph, to own. Yuugi
refused to be owned. He fought back atop Pegasus� Castle, reiterated a
forgotten strength to stop the darkness from engulfing Kaiba before it was too
late, and Yami had complied� (*)
It surprised Yuugi, that for the first time, Yami had
listened. The nameless horror had heeded his pleas and relinquished power over
hidy ady and in spite of this, Yuugi still didn�t t hit him.
At least, for a while he hadn�t trusted him. As all good
stories go, affection had grown and finally love, but love is such a fickle
thing. Hearts are so easily broken. Friendships that were sown with the need to
help others would fall apart when the danger was gone. This was the real world
and in the real world, people got hurt.
Yuugi got hurt.
More often than not.
He winced. His arm was still stinging,
~*~*~*~*~
�There�s something there for you.� Yami said as Yuugi
entered the kitchen, hair still wet, plastered to his head. The taller was sat
at the kitchen table, sipping a mug of cappuccino, a drink he�d become
dangerously partial too. He had the morning paper open in his lap, just like
any other normal adult male, but he�d paid very little attention to his hikari
as he sat opposite, sparing only the tiniest of glances to see who it was.
Sitting on the table was an envelope. Yuugi opened it
eagerly and pulled out the papers hidden within. They were neat, official
looking, typed up on a computer.
Dear Yuugi�
It wasn�t fan mail.
It�d been months since he�d gotten anything of the sort�..it had been
months since he�d gotten any letters whatsoever of any sort�.
You might or might not
remember me but�
Intriguing introduction.
I certainly remember
you. After all, who could possibly forget someone like you?
Yuugi frowned. What on earth was this about? He glanced
opposite, but Yami�s face was hidden behind a sheet of black, white and grey.
He sunk further into his chair, propping his feet up on the middle support of
the table.
You�re a tantalizing
boy, Yuugi and I thought you ought to know that I think you�re alluringly
irresistible. I can barely resist temptation anymore. Do you have any idea the
sort of feelings you insight in me?
Yuugi�s eyes were wide, astonished. This wasn�t like the
usual letters! He could feel his heart against his chest, thumping, thudding,
frantic, frenetic. His fingers trembled.
The very first time I
saw you, I knew all I wanted was to hear you screaming my name as I pinned you
down and took you roughly for the first time, aroused by your whimpers and
groans beneath me, but that wouldn�t be enough. I wanted your mouth on me, your
little tongue delicately tormenting my skin, setting it alight with passion and
fervour.
Yuugi�s jaw dropped, fingers seeming to tighten of their own
accord. This was�was�dirty. That was
the word that sprung to mind. It was dirty and he hated it! He hated it, hated
it, h it! It disgusted him and revolted him,
a knot of abhorrence forming in his throat at the very thought of this
stranger�s words. How dare they send him such filth!? Was it supposed to be
some kind of cruel joke to frighten him? He didn�t want to read on, but he felt
compelled�.
I know you�d enjoy
every second because I�d make you beg for more, beg like a little whore- I know
deep down that�s what you are, or at least what you want to be. Oh, forgive me-
from what I�ve heard you already are one,
aren�t you Yuugi. It�s a shame though. I�ve always wanted to fuck a virgin for
all he�s worth. There�s nothing sexier than having a virgin, but still, despite
whether you�re spoiled or not, you�re still a sexy little thing and I wouldn�t
say no of course. These opportunities only come along every so often�.
Why was this person speaking like this was a casual topic of
conversation?!
You want it again,
don�t you? I suppose you were too�drunk, to remember last time, weren�t you?
Last time?! Something dawned on the
teen. Whoever this was�was the man who�d raped him! It had to be! A blush rose
to his cheeks and tears stung his eyes.
�Yuugi�is something wrong?� Yuugi looked up, startled. Yami
was peering at him over the brim of his newspaper, mug half-raised to his lips. His countenance was firm yet gentle, calm.
�F-fine,� Yuugi squeaked, pushing back his chair, �I�don�t
feel very well. I�m going to miss school for today.� Yami watched curiously as
his aibou swiftly exited the room, a
frown cursing his expression. He uncrossed his legs and stood, folding the
paper up on the table.
Yuugi sat on the bathroom floor, the offensive letter
crumpled in his protrusive hands. His stomach gurgled ominously and in one
swift movement his head was in the toilet, fingers gripping the basin to steady
himself as he retched violently. It stopped for a
moment, and then another wave hit him, a second torrent of spasms making him
splutter as the unpleasant combination of substances surged from his mouth.<
<
A gentle caress along the top of his spine made him jump.
�Shh, it�s me,� Yami�s soothing
voice said, tone soft, caressing him in body and mind. Yuugi retched again
before he had the chance to respond. Yami dragged his wet bangs from his
forehead, holding them out of the way until he�d finished. Yuugi absently
stuffed the letter into the pocket of his baggy trousers as he sat back on his
knees, letting the Shadow wipe his mouth with a damp cloth. �Was that the last
of it?� Yuugi shrugged, hiccupping once. �Well, if not I�m sure we�ll know about
it soon. I think it�s a good idea you don�t go to school. I�ll let ji-chan know you�re staying at home.�
When Yami returned, Yuugi was stretched out in bed, the
blankets still in the same mess they were when he rose. His eyes were closed, but evidently he was
awake- his fingers were flexing in the sheets nervously whilst his breath was
forced to be deep, trying in vain to cease the spinning in his head. Wind
rattled the flimsy blind pulled down over the skylight, wind that squeezed its
way between the thin cracks cooling the strangely warm room. Itays ays made him
drowsy when the temperature was that way.
�Who sent you that letter by the way?� Yami asked, trying
not to sound too interested. Yuugi lazily half lidded an eye.
�Just junk,� Yuugi replied casually, hand moving to his
pocket, hoveriver ver it, �nothing interesting.�
�Oh�for a minute there I thought that was what made you feel
ill,� Yami laughed weakly, sitting himself on the corner of his bed, �what was
it about?� He shifted, adjusting his trousers slightly. Yuugi ignored the
twinge of panic.
�Nothing even vaguely interesting- I tore it up and threw it
away,� Yuugi answered in monotone. He
pressed his cold fingers to his cheeks, frozen when they gripped the toilet
seat which was cold as it always was, hoping the warmth would be overcome by
cold. He could feel the heat on his skin; feel the blood vessels pulsate
violently beneath the surface of his pallid fa�ade, reminded of the horror and
despair and disgust of seeing a foreboding trickle of blood staining his
thighs, burning like liquid fire against white frost.
�Do you hate me, Y� Th� The question took the Shadow by
surprise. His lack of response lingered for too long as he fought for the appropriate
answer, the appropriate reassurance, and Yuugi ave bro broken eyes, turning
onto his side with his head propped up by his hands.
�I don�t hate you,� Yami responded dryly, thumbs resting in
his pockets, �I just don�t understand you like I used to and I-I worry about
you. I don�t want you to get hurt.�
�I worry about you too�� Yuugi said, sitting up and scooting
back to he could lean against the headboard, �you get more and more like your
old self every day. I don�t want us to go back to just simply being�whatever it
was we were when I first solved the puzzle. You used to frighten me back then.�
�I�m regretful towards how I acted.� Regretful.
Not remorseful or repentant. Not apologetic or penitent. Just
regretful. Where was the sorrow in that? Yami had never been one to
admit his mistakes and Yuugi didn�t suppose he had any intention of changing
now, but�he�d murdered people and he wasn�t sorry? Hadn�t he learnt anything?
�I don�t want you to turn into that monster again.� His
stomach gave a lurch. Yami was capable of so many terrible things. His temper
was violent at the best of times. Yuugi
looked up at his darker self to find him turned away. �Yami�please don�t become
him again��
There was a pause before Yuugi got any response. Yami stood,
footsteps finding their way to the bedroom door. �At least when I was Him, I could protect you.�
~*~*~*~*~
�Jounouch-kun I�m fine!� Yuugi stressed, pouring the
blonde a drink, �I felt a bit sick this morning, that�s all.� It was five o�
clock in the evening, and Jounouchi had dropped by unexpectedly to see his
smaller friend. The moment he�d walked in it was clear there was a lot he
wanted to say; a lot of things that had been left unsaid for far too long.
�That�s not what I�m talking about,� Jounouchi replied,
taking a swig of his cola. Yuugi bowed his head solemnly, nursing the glass
between his fingers.
�Yeah I know�� Yuugi mumbled, �you
know I don�t blame you, if you�re hear to apologise.�
�But Yuugi, you should! It was my fault�I shouldn�t have asked you to go, let alone left you
there by yourself.� The tall blonde shifted seats so he was sat beside his best
friend, �I can�t believe that�.that�� Yuugi touched his arm fondly, smiling.
�Really, it�s ok. If anything, I should have known better
than to leave my drink and then drink it when I came back. It was stupid. In a
way I deserved it�� In a sudden movement, Jounouchi had gripped him by the
collar, shaking him with a small amount of force.
�Don�t ever say
that! It wasn�t your fault and you didn�t deserve it, no matter what you or
anybody says- do you understand me!!�
�Jounouch-kun�calm down!� Yuugi
said, fingers curling nimbly around the others. He wasn�t afraid�shocked, but
not afraid. He was accustomed to Jounouchi�s outbursts of emotion, and it made fee feel special to know he cared enough to be the cause of them. Jounouchi
smiled meekly, releasing Y and and sitting back in place.
�I missed you, ya� know?� he
muttered, so quietly Yuugi almost didn�t hear. He grinned warmly, giving his
friend a nudge.
�I missed you too�I was kind of hoping you would�come and
say hi eventually.�
�I was gonna� apologise today,
but- well you weren�t in and Anzu told me about what
happened yesterday. I decided it was now or never�� Yuugi sighed softly,
remembering he yet had to apologise to the brunette for being so out of order
with her. She�d only tried to help after all. �Hey�erm,
are you going to be in tomorrow,� he continued hopefully, dismayed by the
dubious expression that didn�t pass unnoticed before his eyes, �if you�re
worried about people saying stuff to you then don�t. If anyone dares, I�ll
smack them into next year!� Yuugi smiled appreciatively.
�Don�t do anything stupid on my account,� he chuckled,
leaning against his shoulder with a sigh did didn�t see, but Jounouchi smiled
too. He was glad, no, ecstatic, that Yuugi didn�t despise him for all he was
worth, which, the way he felt at that moment, really wasn�t much. Yuugi was the
best friend he�d ever had.
�I er�kinda
already did.� Yuugi didn�t dare ask what, but his curiosity got the better of
him. �That guy in 10T�he was saying some pretty harsh stuff and I couldn�t just
let it pass.� Yuugi looked up at him scoldingly(*),
�Yuugi, I�m serious. I wasn�t gonna� just stand by
and let him say it without punishment-�
A deep, sensual voice interrupted the conversation and the
two sitting happily at the table looked up in surprise.
�What are you doing in this house Jounouchi��..?�
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Authoress notes * - For anyone who�s into the manga, Yami really was a bit of a lunatic back in his early
days. Anyone who �trespassed in his soul� �or to the mortals among us, anyone
who tried to hurt Yuugi or his friends or just generally got in the way- was
subjected to a life or death game, if lost, resulting in a penalty game which
usually concluded with death or insanity on the losers part. Obviously, Yami
never lost�..does he ever?
I don�t put a great deal of focus on the mind link. It�s
seems too often that it�s the basis of their relationship and without it they�d
have nothing, but I don�t really necessarily think that�s true, especially if
they�re separated entities. It would just be an extra, more special form of
communication.
(*) Scoldingly
is in fact not a word, but I liked it, it sounded right, therefore I am
exercising my right to use poetic licence where necessary.
Excuse the crudeness of the letter! *points at Shinigami Tenshi* It was her
idea! Only joking, heh! She gave me the fantastic
idea to make it really crude for the sheffeeffect so big thankies
are in order *bows*
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