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A Game of Masques	By : Silvershadowfire Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter
4 �Masks Unveiled

Yami
woke slowly, feeling sleep release its grasp only reluctantly. He felt so relaxed and comfortable that he
didn�t want to move. Vaguely on some
level he knew he should get up to go to school, but he couldn�t summon up the
will to care. He lay curled on his side,
eyes burning from too long wearing his contacts, staring at a blurry red
wall. He blinked again and the wall
resolved itself into deep red fabric.
His eyes drifted closed; his ears picked up unusual sounds. Music played softly in the background;
slightly louder came the sounds of metal and wood colliding. Elsewhere the sound of tinkling water
harmonized with the music. A draught
stirred the fabric beside him; he caught a strong whiff of cinnamon.
{Where am I?} he wondered, mind
slowly rising through the layers of sleep.
Part of him just wanted to drift away, back into slumber � but something
was poking at him, a tingling sense of alarm.
{This is not my bed�}
The last thing he remembered�was Yugi in his room, talking
to him�black despair so thick he�d wanted to die� and sleep, deep soothing
sleep in some blissful dream lost beyond recall.
But the despair had vanished. He could, for the first time in a long time,
think clearly.
Pushing the heavy covers off, Yami sat up and looked
around. He could see now that the red
fabric was a curtain � he was lying in an old-fashioned four-poster canopy
bed. The covers matched the curtains � a
thick, warm red plush. The bed was huge
� a king-sized at least, and boasted enough pillows to denude a whole gaggle of
geese. Someone had taken off his jacket,
shoes and pants, leaving only his shirt and boxers to sleep in. Carefully, Yami reached out and twitched one
of the curtains aside, letting in a draught of cooler air.
What little he could see revealed a fairly large room,
floored in hardwood. The corner of an
oak entertainment centre could be seen, as well as walls painted a pale beige. Poking
his head out of the curtain, Yami saw that the walls were tastefully decorated
with brightly-coloured hangings in abstract patterns. A small kitchenette, cordoned off by
half-walls, filled one corner of the large room �some sort of wonderful scent
wafted from it - his stomach growled painfully.
Peeking out the other side of the bed, Yami saw that one entire wall was
glass, covered in sheer curtains of palest gold. Footsteps caught his attention, and he
glanced back out the first hole he�d made.
Yugi walked across the floor, barefoot, dressed in tight
leather pants and loose silk shirt, both of deep midnight blue. He walked from a point around a corner, out
of Yami�s sight, towards the kitchenette.
The teenager twitched the curtains closed, lying back on
the soft pillows. How had he gotten
here?
The curtains suddenly pulled back, revealing Yugi
carrying a tray of food. Yami blinked at
him; his mind warned him to be wary, but his stomach growled at the thought of
food. He was so hungry that the simple
poached eggs and toast looked � and smelled � like ambrosia.
�Good morning!�
Yugi greeted him with a smile, placing the tray on the bed and tying
back the curtains. �I�m glad to see that
you�re awake. How are you feeling?�
�What happened?�
Yami asked instead, resisting the conflicting urges to grab the food and
to slide back away from Yugi. �How did I
get here?�
Yugi cocked his head.
�How about you eat and freshen up a bit first; then we�ll talk. I promise to answer all of your questions �
and if you really want me to, I�ll even take you home.�
Home. Yami winced as he realized he�d been gone
without Father�s permission for an unknown length of time. {Father is going to kill me
for this.}
Yugi must have seen the change of expression on his face,
because he immediately put the food on the floor and half-climbed on the bed to
gather the shocked teenager in a soothing hug.
�It�s okay � you don�t have to worry. This is my house, and as long as you stay
here, with me, I promise you will never have to worry about your father. He can�t reach you here.�
Yami nodded. For
some reason, despite his mind babbling at him, he found it impossible to be
afraid of the other teen. Yugi turned
those glorious eyes on him and Yami blushed slightly.
{Why am I fighting
this? It�s a dream come true�}
�Am I still dreaming?�
he wondered aloud.
�No.� Yugi smiled
gently, tracing Yami�s blushing cheek with a light finger. �Not unless we both are � and if it is, I
don�t want to wake up.
�But you need to eat � you�ve been asleep for three
days.� Yugi slid off the bed again,
placed the tray of food on his lap and grinned.
�I�ll get you something to wear; then you can shower. I�m sure you�ll feel much better then.�
�Okay.� Yami agreed.
{A few more hours won�t make
Father�s punishment any worse, I guess.}
He ate the toast and eggs quickly but neatly, making sure
to take enough time that he wouldn�t have a stomachache. Sliding out of bed, he took the tray to the
kitchenette and put it on the counter.
Yugi came up with an armful of clothes. �Here.
The shower�s over in there,� he indicated a
door � �Get cleaned up � you�ll feel much better. Give me those clothes and I�ll get them
laundered for you.�
�Why are you being so nice to me? Especially considering you kidnapped me?� A
thought occurred to him then. �And why
should I trust you?� {
I fell in love with you, but
how do I know you don�t mean me any harm?}
�Because.� Yugi dumped the pile of cloth in his arms,
turned him around and gently pushed him towards the door. �We�ll talk after you�re cleaned up. Go on.�
�Okay.� Yami
walked into the bathroom and stopped in shock.
It was HUGE and done in the traditional Japanese style; washing area and
soaking tub three times the size of a Jacuzzi.
Unlike the bathroom at home � Western style, in shades of ecru and
ivory- Yugi�s bathroom was alive with colour.
The floor was marble tile, white with blue veins; his walls were done in
a thousand variegated shades of blue with ivy painted along the edges top and
bottom. The counters matched the floors,
with the tub, sink and toilet all in a rich blue-green. A ten-foot mirror adorned one wall above the
counters. Living plants hung sat in the
window and beside the door, tiny white flowers releasing a delicate perfume
into the air. It had to be three times
the size of the master bathroom at home, and more than five times the size of
his ensuite.
Yami
placed the clothing on the counters, looking around himself in awe. Yugi had already run the bath � the hot water
steamed invitingly. Yami washed quickly,
finding cloth and soap ready for him; idly he wished he could take out his
contacts; a quick look around found a bottle of solution and a container ready
and waiting by the sink. He sighed in
relief as he took the lenses out � they really weren�t meant to be worn for so
long. He rubbed at his eyes as he climbed
in the tub, sighing as he leaned back until the hot water reached his
chin. Warm and clean with a full belly,
he fought the urge to go right back to sleep again. He still had a lot of questions for his host
� and he had a decision to make. To stay
here � the vote of his heart; or go home � the voice of his fears.
The
water had begun to cool when he finally got out and dried off, his mind and
heart still warring. Father would � but
Yugi had said that Father wouldn�t be able to punish him here. But when the inevitable happened and Father
found him � Yami shuddered as his mind supplied the likely punishment. He hadn�t been in the basement in years, and
he really, really never wanted to go back there again.
His
thoughts were distracted by the assortment of clothes that Yugi had
provided. They were similar in build
with only a couple inches difference in height, but that still meant Yugi�s
clothes would be a little snug�and he hoped the teen had something other than
skin-tight leather to choose from.
As
it was, the clothes were a pair of loose black jeans and a
soft grey kangaroo top � casual clothing the like of which he hadn�t
worn since he turned twelve.
Dressing
quickly, he put his contacts back in and left the bathroom. Yugi was sitting on the couch in the living
area of the large single room, listening to his soft music and reading a
book.
He
looked up, amethyst eyes sparkling, and smiled.
�Feel better?�
�Yes,
thank you.� Yami bit his bottom lip,
feeling torn in two, but� �Can you take me home please?�
Yugi
blinked. �If you like, but can we talk
first? There are some things you need to
know.�
Sitting
down on the red plush couch, Yami found it was one of those pieces of furniture
almost impossible to get out of � thick cushions seemed to swallow him in warm
softness. �So what is it that you want
to talk about?�
�Yami�I
know this is going to be hard for you, but I��
Yugi drywashed his hands in
a nervous gesture. �I kidnapped
you for a reason. I saw�what happened in
your father�s study.�
�What?� The teenager pulled back from Yugi in
shock. �You were spying on me?�
�For nearly a week.� Yugi had
the grace to look sheepish. �Listen...
before you fly off the handle, just hear me out.�
Yami
bit his lip, shame and shock warring in him.
�Go ahead. I may as well � it�s
not like you�re stalking me or anything.�
That last came out sharp � a little sharper than he intended. Yugi blushed, lowering his eyes to the
floor.
�There
is no way to say this gently. I took you
from that place because your father is abusing you, and I couldn�t bear to see
you in that situation any more.�
A
shocked silence descended while Yami�s mind processed what Yugi had said. �Impossible.�
That came out flat. �Father never
touches me. He�s never laid a hand on me
� he only punishes me when I�ve been bad or wrong. He knows what�s best for me.�
Now
Yugi looked up, meeting his eye with a deadly serious expression on his face.
�Do you really believe that?�
�Of course.�
Yugi
turned so he was facing Yami square on.
�Really, you think that kind of treatment is normal? You think that punishment for breaking up
with a girl your parents set you up with should include a week of silence? That a phone call from a
prospective friend should demand a month of shunning?!� Yugi�s voice never rose, but the intensity of
his tone and gaze increased with every word until they were nearly
tangible.
�Yes�that
is what Father said. I disobeyed�I had
to be punished.�
�You
didn�t do a thing wrong�� Yugi growled,
eyes narrowing in anger. Yami
reflexively flinched away, and the other blinked in shock. �Oh, kuso. Yami, I�m sorry � I�m not angry with
you. I�m angry at your father.�
�Why?� Yami asked bitterly. He drew up his knees to his chest, wishing
again that he could vanish. �I�m the
stupid freak who can�t even obey simple rules.�
He heard a choked sob and saw, to his utter surprise, that Yugi had
tears in his glorious eyes. He lunged
over, grabbing the stunned teenager by the shoulders.
�You
are NOT a freak, nor are you stupid.�
Yugi hissed through his tears.
�Never believe it.� He punctuated
each statement with a small shake. �You
are handsome, and clever, and damnit you are NOT a
freak.�
�Yes
I am.� Yami shook himself free of Yugi�s
grasp. With a shaking hand he removed
one of his tinted contacts, revealing the true red-purple of his eyes. He ran his free hand through his hair. �Look.
My eye colour isn�t normal. These
streaks are natural. I�m an ugly freak,
Yugi.�
But
the other was staring at him, apparently not listening. Gently Yugi reached up, drawing Yami�s head
around until he could look into the revealed iris clearly. �Beautiful.�
He said softly, as though spellbound.
�What?�
�Your eyes. They�re beautiful.�
�But�Father
said��
�I
really could not care less what your father said.� Yugi brushed at the now disarranged hair that
flopped into Yami�s face. �You are not
ugly by any stretch of the imagination, Yami.
That is so far from the truth�
You are beautiful.� He brushed at
Yami�s other cheek. �Will you take the
other one out for me? Please?�
�You�� Yami reached up and removed the other
contact. �You mean that?� {How
could anyone�can he be telling the truth?
He thinks�no, Father said�I�m so confused.}
�Yes.� Yugi breathed. �Understand this, Yami�Every lie, every harsh
word, every disparaging comment, every punishment he
gave you�that was abuse. When they were
not deserved, when you broke a rule that you didn�t know existed��
Yami
blinked. {How did he know about that?}
��every
time he kept you at home for weeks or months without being allowed to
communicate with another living soul � that was abuse, Yami. Emotional, mental� abuse of
the worst kind.�
Yami
tried to shake his head, to deny it, but the honesty in Yugi�s eyes could not
be gainsaid. �But�Father said it was
because he loved me��
�He
lied.� Blunt words that cut through his
worldview.
�No�you�re
lying. Tell me you�re lying�� {Father
loves me, he must, or else�I�ll have nothing, it was all for nothing�}
�He
doesn�t love you.� Yugi stood up from
the couch. �Do you say such things to
one that you love? I don�t think so��
{He�s right� Father never loved me. So�} �He could never love a freak like me, could
he?� Yami murmured,
unaware of speaking the thought aloud.
Burying his face in his knees, he could feel a shaking start in the core
of his self; bitter salt tears burned his eyes.
�Didn�t
I say you�re not a freak?� Yugi�s voice seemed
to change, an odd catch in his tone that Yami couldn�t identify. He looked up at the other, wiping the tears
clear enough that he could see Yugi standing before him, his face oddly
blank. Suddenly something dark emerged
behind him, spreading nine feet to either side.
It took a minute for his stunned, stressed mind to realize what he was
seeing.
�I
think you would have to go a long ways to beat these for freakishness, boyo.� Yugi grinned,
flexing his huge, black leathery wings.
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Okay
� I just thought I would let you know that Japanese traditional bathing
involves washing first at a tap or small shower before entering the main
bathing pool. ( I
want one!)
Thanks
for reading � let me know what you think.
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