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Thank
you for all of your wonderful reviews! Are you pissed off for the characters�
sakes yet? Good! They will need that empathy and support before I am through
with them. Just keep in mind the good parts will come, but it will get worse
before it gets better.

Not
much in the way of author notes this week. Other than if any one would like to
volunteer to help with the fight scene on FtS it would be appreciated � I can�t
seem to make it fit together! Really, I promise it�s almost finished � it just
needs a little tweaking before I post.

As
promised here is the next chapter!

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437
Days:

The moment the doctor left the room,
Atemu�s lithe frame began to tremble violently. He clenched his fists as he
raised his gaze to the ceiling. Cursing every god that had
ever thought to fuck with his life. He stood there for a few minutes
before he collapsed to the ground in a heap, causing the others to jump up and
come to his aid.

His
head slid heavily out of his hand, hitting the glass display case and pulling
him quickly and painfully from the disturbing memory. Atemu sighed as he
glanced up at the clock above the doorway. An hour and a half left before Jou
could relieve him. Just great.

Deciding
that his time would be better spent trying to straighten the merchandise than
sitting behind the counter brooding; the former spirit walked around the glass
counter and began to rearrange a display of Pokemon figurines, gingerly rubbing
the newly forming bruise on the side of his head. But that awful night wouldn�t
leave his mind no matter how much busy work he did.

Atemu
couldn�t believe that he was still stuck on that horrid memory. It was quite
possibly the lowest point in his entire life. He honestly thought that he had lost
it all that night. He had lost his Aibou so thoroughly, and that night he
thought he had lost his last remaining link to his little one � the boy�s
grandfather. He remembered the agony, the utter despair that came with that
thought�

And
then he remembered the small ray of hope that had come in the form of a short,
rotund elderly nurse by the name of Lieren. The thought brought a bitter half
smile to his stoic features.

Lieren,
the woman who managed to nurse, bully, aggravate - whatever you wanted to call
it - Solomon back into the land of the living. The lady had to have been sent
from the heavens, for she was an absolute angel. She was like a whirlwind as
she took on the whole group in general as her charges, often interrupting
arguments and adding her own comments, as well as talking the old man through
his comatose state.

Atemu
was of the firm mind that if it weren�t for her, Yugi�s grandfather would not
have made it out of that bed alive. She could be heard at any time throughout
the elderly man�s two week long coma talking to him - even coaxing him or
scolding him when he didn�t respond. Now, less than a year later, and the old
man was firmly back on his feet, although he did walk
with a pronounced limp. And the two were dating, or rather acting like a couple
of teenagers in love.

It
brought tears to Atemu�s eyes how they would look at each other, reminding him
constantly of his own loss. And the others who came around would comment on how
much younger the couple looked when they were together.

After
Solomon made it out of the hospital, he came home to find that between Jou,
Atemu and Ryou, they had made out a rotation schedule as to who would cover the
game shop. Even after the older man was considered fully recovered, the teens
wouldn�t let him step foot into the store, telling him to go out and enjoy
himself. That after what he had been through he deserved a
break.

Eventually
he caved in to their demands, allowing them to take over for him in his
retirement. Currently, the elder couple was in the middle of a two year tour
around the world, leaving the teens to watch over the house and the shop.

And
currently, it was Atemu�s turn for a four hour shift. Not that he was
complaining or anything, but there really wasn�t much to do. Business wasn�t all
that great, with the economy the way it was. Thank the gods they didn�t really
need the income anymore.

Life
had become gotten so much easier for the lot of them when the former Pharaoh
finally gave in to Isis� repeated request that he take the
wealth from his previous life and put it to good use in this one. That had
happened nine months ago when the Motou�s were in grave danger of losing their
home.

The
eldest Ishtar had finally cornered him, citing that it was the only way to keep
Yugi�s childhood home in their possession. It was the final straw. For Yugi�s
family to lose the house his little one had grown up in was not an option. How
would the boy find his way home if they no longer lived there?

Atemu
allowed his former tomb keepers to find
his tomb (with himself and Bakura listed as the sponsors), making that the most
celebrated site in Egypt, far surpassing even King Tut.

Not
long after the discovery, they all
began receiving kick-backs from the museums that they had graciously donated
the treasure trove to. It was enough wealth that none of them, including
Bakura, Ryou and the Ishtars would ever have to go wanting again. But still not enough to find his missing Aibou. The boy had
vanished without a trace.

Where
was he?

The
former Pharaoh continued to straighten various displays as he brooded. He
almost missed the ringing of the phone from inside the living quarters of the
two story home. Rushing back around the counter, Atemu
wondered who would be calling at this time of day. Solomon was out of the
country, Jou wasn�t due in for another hour, and knew the number to the shop�

�Hello?�
Atemu answered the phone, totally out of breath from racing into the house to
catch it before the answering machine picked up.

He
listened closely to the person on the other end, his face losing all color. His
grip on the receiver tightened until his knuckles were white. �I�ll be right
there.�

Hastily
slamming the phone down on its base, he raced out of the room and through the
game shop � forgetting to lock the door in his haste, praying that this was not
a prank; that the gods were not playing with his life once again.

Please�let
it be true�

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Atemu
impatiently waited for the slow elevator to make it up to the fifth floor,
memories of his last time spent in this place making him twitch in agitation.
When the doors opened he raced out of the elevator and down the hall, blowing
past the nurses� station to finally realize that he had no earthly idea where
he was headed � or what he would find when he got there.

Backtracking,
he made his way to the desk to ask. �I�m looking for�Dr. Brisby?�

�She�ll
be right back; she�s attending a patient at the moment.� One of the nurses said
without looking up from her charts.

Atemu
clenched his fists, ruby eyes narrowed in frustration. Screw this, this was way
too important to stand around and wait. He backed away from the desk, intending
on searching every single room if need be. He passed the first two, which held
only a couple of elderly women chatting outside the doors while they sat in
their wheelchairs.

The
third room held a grouchy elderly man by the unlikely name of Thomas
Thomanovich, as he found to his chagrin. But the fourth room was relegated to a
John Doe. He backtracked, staring at the card taped next to the door. John
Doe�wasn�t that what they called people when they were unidentified.

Cautiously,
he cracked open the door. And then he paused, unable to breathe. He couldn�t do
it. What if this was all a joke? What if the fates were laughing at him once
again? Could he really go through this forever? There were so many times that
he had thought this was it, only to find that it was another false trail,
another phony lead.

Viciously
shaking his head to get a grip on his traitorous thoughts, Atemu steeled
himself for yet another disappointment. At least he would be the only one to go
through this false hope. No one else even needed to know.

He
pushed the heavy door open all the way and glanced at the motionless form on
the bed. And his heart dropped into his feet. There was his Aibou�maybe. The
figure lying face down in the bed had his blonde bangs, and the barest hint of
ruby highlights at the end of what appeared to be freshly washed and braided
hair at least a foot in length.

Bandages
wrapped around the tiny figure�s torso and shoulders, making his form nearly
unidentifiable. There were so many bandages and stitches, so much bruising and
swelling and blood, tubes running from the figure�s mouth, his nose, his
hands�what the hell had happened?

Taking
a couple of tentative steps forward, Atemu whispered softly �Aibou��

The
figure in the bed didn�t even flinch. The machinery he was hooked to continued
to beep quietly, the lines on the computer screen moving along with his forced
breathing. The former spirit held out a trembling hand, wanting to touch the
small figure, to hold him close � he was positive that his search had come to
an end. Tears of confusion leaked from his eyes, trailing down the sides of his
face. His Aibou had been found�but what�?

�His
prints match those of Yugi Motou. That is who you are here to see, right?� A
quiet feminine voice in the doorway caused Atemu to spin around and glare at
the intruder.

Ruby
eyes softened when they caught a glimpse of the small spectacled woman, her
oversized lab coat almost brushing the floor. This was the woman who had called
him earlier; he recognized the light, airy voice from their conversation. The
former Pharaoh nodded gravely.

�It�s
really him�I�ve searched all this time.� Emotion clogged Atemu�s voice as he
turned back to the motionless figure on the bed. �My gods, he�s�what happened?�

�He
was brought in this morning, but taken immediately into surgery.� She stated.
�It�s too soon for me to list all his injuries. I don�t have a full accounting.
But it�s pretty apparent that he was tortured�I want to go over his test
results then I�ll give you the information as I get it. I�m Alex by the way.�

Alex
held her hand out for Atemu to take. The dark teen took a hold of her hand and
brought it to his lips briefly as politeness dictated, causing the tiny lady to
blush, adjusting her glasses with her free hand.

��Please tell me that you will take care of
him�he means the world to me.� Atemu stated quietly as he let go of the
doctor�s hand, afraid to talk any louder for fear of this turning into another
dream, of the tiny figure in the bed disappearing in a wisp of smoke.

�I
will. He�s got the best doctors possible. We�ll help him to the best of our
abilities. But for now, it�s best that he remains in this comatose state. His
body has a lot to heal.� She replied, walking over to Yugi to gently stroke his
hair. �I called you the moment we were able to identify him. If you would like
to pull up a chair, I�ll let you know what�s going on as soon as I do, Mr��

�Atemu�please,
just Atemu. And thank you.� He bowed slightly before carefully sliding one of
the uncomfortable plastic chairs over beside the bed.

The
instant the lady left the room; he entwined his hand with the cold, bruised
hand of his beloved, leaning in to whisper. �I love you Aibou�please�come back
to me��

Brushing
back one of the strands of golden hair, Atemu froze, taking a really good look
at his Aibou. Gods, the boy was battered. There was no part of his face without
marks of beatings. Atemu�s tearstained eyes trailed down the visible skin
littered with bruises and bite marks. Shifting angrily in his seat, he reached
out to pull the light blanket up over the boy�s bandaged shoulders. Who in
their right mind could do this? And why? Where had he
been all this time?

Tears
of joy and frustration, anger and happiness slipped from scarlet eyes as he
carefully observed the monitor�s movements, along with various other machines,
noting some small, unexpected inconsistencies.

Watching
vigilantly as the machines went through another one of their phases, Atemu
realized that the bruised and battered figure�s heart rate was rather high and
that every once in a while the tiny hand that he held quivered lightly, tensing
and un-tensing around his own. What was going on?

Please
don�t let him die.

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Where was he? What happened? Yugi
gingerly moved his head to the side, but the darkness followed him. His hands
were immobile, as well as his legs. But he could feel himself moving. Was he in
a car? His breathing sped up as he realized that whatever he was in, it was
moving at a rather fast pace. He tried to work his hands out of the tape that
was wound around his wrists, but it wouldn�t budge.

The hard edge of something was digging
into his back, but he had no idea what it was. Shifting uncomfortably, the
small teen found that he had very little room to move. Where was he? Where were
they taking him? And who were they?! The questions chased each other around his
head as Yugi attempted once again to release his hands. He was practically
rubbing his skin off with the effort and still no progress.

Suddenly, whatever he was riding in
slammed to a halt, almost unseating him. Heart racing, Yugi frantically fought
against his bonds, knowing this would be his last chance before whoever it was
that had taken him away would come for him.

�He�s awake! Shit, I thought you said
he would be out until we got him settled!� A deep voice accused.

�Damn man, I didn�t know. He should
have been out for another couple of hours. How the hell was I supposed to
know?� Another voice whined back.

Yugi kicked out against the hands that
tried to lift him out of his spot inside the vehicle. A sharp intake of breath
as well as the pain in his foot told him that he made contact. He kicked out
again, thrashing around to keep them from being able to get a grip on him.

�Damn it!� One of the men barked while
trying to hold him down. �Go get me that stuff! We can�t take him out in the
open like this!�

Rapidly retreating footsteps met his
ears while he fought valiantly to keep the remaining person from being able to
get a decent grip on him. And then the footsteps returned, another set of hands
joining the fray. The two men managed to pull up his sleeve, exposing his arm.
A sharp pain pierced the inside of his arm and he cried out mentally.

�YAAAMIIIII!!!!�

Then a sense of surreal-ness fogged
over his mind, making it all but impossible to think coherently. Sooo, this was
what drugs were all about. He could feel himself being lifted from the vehicle,
as well as hear what was said. But nothing made sense to him. The voices came
at him as if from underwater, the roaring in his ears twisting words and
sounds. He felt dizzy, as if he could throw up. But there was also a pleasant,
numb tingling to his extremities that he had never felt before. Wasn�t he
supposed to be fighting? He couldn�t remember.

All too soon he was dumped on the
floor of a dark room, his blindfold and bindings ripped away with what should
have been a painful jerk. But he found that, in his state, he couldn�t dredge
up the will to care. He tried to stand, only to find that his legs wouldn�t
obey the command. Frustrated, he started slapping at the useless appendages,
trying to force some sort of movement. At his actions, the small teen heard
what almost sounded to be a low, vicious laugh.

He looked up groggily, swaying
slightly as he tried to trace the sound, but he couldn�t find where it had come
from. The room was dark, and each one of the shadows seemed to take on a
movement of their own. Where was he, what had they given him? If only he could
think�

�He�ll make a fine addition. Do you
know if he�s a virgin?� The tall, elegantly dressed man behind the large desk asked
as he sat up to watch the drugged boy attempt to get his bearings.

He could see the true, flawless beauty
etched into every soft line of the small teen�s cherubic face. And when the boy
turned to look at him with those large, expressive amethyst eyes he could
practically see the dollar signs floating above his head.

If the boy lived through the month
before their next auction, he would definitely fetch a high price. But first he
needed to know if their prize was untouched or not. He was almost hoping that
their newest acquisition was already soiled�almost

�I got him boss.� The driver of the
van smirked as he approached the helpless teen.

Yugi looked on fearfully as the
strange man approached him. The kidnapper didn�t get within two feet of the
drugged teen before chaos ensued. The boy resisted his every effort to pin him
down, using what little control he had over his limbs to lash out violently.
Eventually the other kidnapper joined the fray.

But it still took both men � together
- nearly ten minutes to subdue the wild teen, and even then they nearly had to
lie on top of him to keep him from slipping out of their hold. One of them
finally managed to strip the teen of his pants, tearing them in his haste.

�Ah�Nonononono!!!�
Yugi cried as his clothing was torn roughly from his body. �Yami�please!
Help me!�

Yugi was flipped onto his stomach and
pinned roughly to the floor, his hands held high above his head in a crushing
grip. He couldn�t get away. Suddenly his legs were pried apart and there was an
intense, burning pressure coming from down below.

He screamed, tears rolling, unchecked,
down his face as the men holding him down continued to poke and prod him. One
of them said something out loud but he couldn�t hear it, his mind was consumed
with the burning pain. More pressure from below and he felt something inside of
him tear. With a final heart wrenching scream, his mind fled for the safety of
darkness.

�I said to check him�not ruin him!
Enough!� The man behind the desk slammed his hands down as he stood to an
impressive height. �I cannot auction his virginity off if the two of you take
it! Now leave!�

The two men quickly pulled themselves
away from the unconscious teen and headed for the door, rubbing at their
wounds. Now was not the time to ask for their pay. But really, the little
bastard deserved their roughness, fighting them like that. Try explaining that
to the boss though. That was the hard part.

Once the men had left, the owner of
the establishment moved out from behind the concealing desk. He wandered over
to the boy splayed out on the floor. Bending down, he rolled the boy over and
flipped a lock of hair out of his face carelessly before running his hands down
the lithe, slim figure of his newest prize. Checking briefly
to ensure that his minions hadn�t done any real damage. Oh this one was
definitely a virgin, nice and tight and bleeding just from a finger. He would
bleed quite nicely his first time.

His men had done very well this time.
This boy would fetch a high price indeed for a piece of that sexy little ass.
Standing back up, he made his way back over to the desk, reaching for the
phone.

�Mart?
I need to see our good doctor�yes, we have a new one. And I want to keep him
feeling no pain until he adjusts�Yeah, he�s a feisty one and a virgin at
that�right, he screams nice and loud�Oh, I know I�m going to be seeing him
quite frequently �Yes, but give me a moment first.�

He hung up the phone and gazed back at
the unmoving form on the floor with a leering grin. The boy would adjust. They
all did after a while. And it wasn�t like he, as an owner, would stand for the
mistreatment of something so beautiful. The boy would be well cared for, as
long as he behaved himself.

Providing he could keep his brother
away from him.

But even if the boy was naughty on
occasion, there were ways of teaching him how to be a good whore without
marring the flawless, pale skin. There were all sorts of humiliation
techniques, like loss of sleep, drugs, beating the soles of their feet, the use
of toys, spankings. Punishments that wouldn�t really hurt
them.

And if it came down to it, no one
would notice a couple of lash marks, the boy would be on his back most of the
time anyways, taking it up the ass like the whore that he was meant to be. Oh
yes, this would be great fun indeed.

The man almost started drooling as he
fantasized the regime of punishments that he would put this little beauty
through to train him for his new life. He hadn�t had a feisty whore in such a
long time. Most of the boys and girls that were carried through these doors
were entirely too young to put up much fight. But this one was different. Much different.

This boy fought like a man, with the
sinfully beautiful looks of a child. Even being drugged didn�t take away the
boy�s fierce will. Once the auction was over he couldn�t wait to have his turn
with the sexy little man-child that was in his possession. He would teach him
to be good. Maybe even start his training before the auction. If he could keep
his hands off of him. He would get a taste of this one soon enough, but for
now�
�
Profit before pleasure�always profit
before pleasure

The greedy thoughts didn�t stop him
from pulling his hardened manhood out of the confines of his suit and rubbing
himself to the image of this sexy little being lying face down over his lap,
luminous tears running down his face, that exquisite backside beet red from
taking the spanking that he had so willingly earned.

With a grunt, the man came all over
his expensive suit. Stifling his disgust at the mess, he put his limp member
away and set about to cleaning up. The doctor would be here any minute and he
needed to be presentable.

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3
Days:

�Ai-Aibou��
Atemu choked as another tear slid down his face. He dropped to his knees in
stunned despair. �Why�?�

The
boy�s doctor had just left him after recounting the massive list of injuries
that Yugi had sustained. He couldn�t get over what his little one had suffered.
It was atrocious!!

On
top of the bruises and swelling on the right side of his angelic face, the boy
had three broken ribs � one of which had punctured a lung, resulting in his
emergency surgery that first day, two broken fingers, and major burns and
bruising on the bottoms of his feet. There were various burns on his torso, and
rope marks encircling his wrists and ankles. One ankle was broken almost
completely and he had lash marks on his back, buttocks and thighs.

The
former Pharaoh couldn�t believe that there were people on this earth who were so
vile that they could do this to another human being seemingly without remorse.
Just the thought was making him violently ill. He knew their friends were on
their way, expecting answers, but what could he tell them? Or, rather, how
could he tell them? How could he tell them what he knew, what his little one
had endured for almost two years?

The
worst part was finding out that his little one had been raped repeatedly, both
orally and anally. That he had already gone through two surgeries to repair the
damage done internally - and would need at least one more to ensure that his
digestive tract would function properly.

The
former Pharaoh used the side of the bed as leverage to pull himself to his
feet. Just knowing that someone had touched his little angel against his will
had Atemu gripping the bar on the side of the bed so tightly that the metal was
beginning to reshape itself according to his strength.

How
he wished he could get his hands on the evil bastard � bastards? - that had done this to his beautiful, angelic Aibou�oh, the
things that he would do to that�A twisted smirk formed on his face as he
imagined it. He had never felt such a powerful rage in his life. To have a
chance at the thing that had done
this!

Something
inside the former Pharaoh snapped violently, almost audibly, as he thought
about what his little one had gone through � and what he would do to the party
responsible. He would start with�

�Holy shit!!!� A whispered exclamation brought the
furious teen from his sadistic musings.

Blinking
at the rapidly retreating darkness in the room, Atemu almost thought he had
imagined it. He turned swiftly to greet his former nemesis, wondering how the
thief managed to get here first. That had never happened before. Not when
getting somewhere involved a car and more importantly - keys.

�Bakura.� He acknowledged. �Where are the
others?�

Bakura
shot across the room, gripping a hold of Atemu�s arm and drawing him roughly
away from Yugi�s bedside. �Ryou and the others are on their way, they were
cleaning up the shop. Atemu�I thought you said that our shadow powers were
gone?!�

�What
do you mean? They�ve been gone.�

�Then
what the hell was that?!� Bakura hissed, gesturing wildly.

Atemu
glanced briefly around the room, trying to feel what the other was implying. He
couldn�t sense anything out of the ordinary. The tomb robber had to have lost
it. There was nothing different here.

�I
have no idea.� He stated flatly, wondering what had gotten into his friend.

Bakura
gnawed on his lower lip as he studied the lifeless figure lying in the bed.
That was Yugi? What happened?! He wandered over to the bed, shock written on
his normally closed off features.

�What the hell happened to him?!�

�It�s
a long story�� Atemu ran an agitated hand through his hair. �I�ll tell you when
the others get here. I don�t want to have to repeat it.�

With
an understanding nod the former tomb robber turned his thoughts back to what
had met him when he walked into the room. He knew shadow powers when he sensed
them. And he definitely felt them here, in this room. Not only that, but he had
seen the shadows. He was not imagining that. But as soon as
he had spoken aloud everything in the room returned to normal. Was it
possible�?

�Atemu,
what were you thinking about when I came in?� Bakura questioned innocently.

The
former Pharaoh regarded the other closely. Why did he want to know? What was
the thief getting at? He glanced back at his little one, the impotant rage once
again taking over his mind before he could control it. That someone would dare�

�They
found him�some woman found him�lying on her lawn, about, ah, twenty miles from
here�anyways, there were�bloody tracks�he was trying to�to get away�from that��
Atemu trailed off, clenching his fists in helpless fury. When he got his hands
on whatever did this�

�That!
Right there!� Bakura all but shouted.

This
time Atemu saw it out of the corner of his eye. The shadows withdrawing back
into his form. Scarlet eyes widened in astonishment. What in the hell?! He had
no shadow powers. But if he didn�t, then what was that? Could this be possible?
And if so, what did it mean?

The
former ruler gave an experimental shift in emotions. His jaw dropped, giving
him a dumbfounded expression, when several transparent wisps of shadow curled
around his wrists, almost as if attempting to comfort him. Startled, he shook
off the clingy darkness as his wide, startled eyes sought out Bakura�s.

Bakura
snatched at his arm again, pulling him close to whisper, as Jou and Seto walked
quietly into the room. �We need to talk to Marik! But don�t say anything to the
others. Not one word!�

Atemu
nodded acquiescently. He needed time to figure out what this meant. For him, for his Aibou and their life. To tell the others
would just invite more questions that he didn�t have the answers to. Grateful
for the distraction he turned to greet the rest of the group who had come as
soon as they had heard the news.

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