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Whispers in the Dark	By : BlackGargie Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Now then, let�s carry on with the story then, with the
scene back to the human side, and a little surprise on the midway. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Don�t plan to, don�t need to

WHISPERS IN THE DARK
�� Oh, Joey, I�m so glad you�re home!�
�� Hey there, Ma.�
�� Joey returned home to see his father
readily waiting in front of the porch and his mother tending to the garden outside.
Without even bothering to remove her garden gloves and her dirty apron, she ran
over to hug her beloved son like she had not seen him in years. Joey took this
all in with a nonchalant smile on his face. He could guess that the rest of his
pals are probably enduring the same doting like he got.
�� So, son, how did it go, if you
don�t mind your ol� man asking?� Mr. Wheeler asked as
he approached his son with a clap on the back.
�� It was a new experience. Dinna really expect to be quite�interesting,� Joey replied,
feigning nonchalance as much as possible.
�� Did the Whisperer hurt you? Did it
do anything out of the norm? Was it inappropriate to you?� Mrs. Wheeler asked
worriedly as she helped take his duffel bag.
�� Ma, stop worryin�!
I dinna think too much �bout it. I just let it do its
job, is all. It hurt a lil�,
but nothin� I can�t handle.�
�� Alright now, woman, you let your
son take a break,� Mr. Wheeler took his wife�s arm and gently led her to the
kitchen. �Why don�t you fix something for your son to eat and let him rest for
a while, aye?�
�� Mrs. Wheeler didn�t need to be told
twice. She went straight into the kitchen and started making peanut butter and
jelly sandwiches just the way Joey liked it and put whatever dirty laundry
there is in the duffel bag into the laundry basket to be washed. Mr. Wheeler
noticed the slightly thoughtful look on Joey�s face and asked, �Son? Everything alright?�
�� Yeah, Pa,� Joey broke out of his
reverie. �Just a lil� tired, is all. Imma gonna go tuh
mah room now.�
�� Without even waiting for his
father�s usual reprimand about his articulation, he walked quickly upstairs to
his room and closed the door behind him before slumping down onto the floor,
his back against the door and his hands over his mouth to suppress his cries that
threatened to escape as his eyes began to cry buckets again. It took all his
willpower to pretend nothing had happened and chat casually with his friends,
even to make teasing jokes at Yugi and Ryou about their blossoming complexion. It was a miracle for
him to even smile and laugh at the way Yugi and Ryou blushed crimson at Joey�s tease through his face that
was aching to burst in tears as his crumbling heart fought hard to break him
from his fa�ade. He knew he was being a sappy sorry sod of a wuss who was crying like a girl, but right now he didn�t
care. There were too much overwhelming feelings within him that had yet to be
let out of his system and he could do to hold them back so much. It was all he
could do to keep his pride and honour the pact he had
made with his friends and not betray them.
�� He just wanted to be a crybaby for
once, just this once.
�� Outside his room, Mrs. Wheeler
stared sadly at his door with her husband shaking his head and forbidding her
to interfere. She sighed and left the tray of peanut butter and jelly
sandwiches and orange juice on the floor at the door for Joey to take to eat
later.
--:--
�� Joey tossed and turned for the
umpteenth time on bed as he tried to force himself to sleep. He stole a look at
the digital clock and saw it was 2.30am, but his eyes were not showing any
signs of drooping and his body wasn�t the least bit tired or sleepy. He groaned
and sat up, looking very frustrated and pissed at himself.
�� The moonlight streamed through the
window into his bedroom and his apple crystal pendant caught the light,
shimmering and sparkling as its light bounced onto a small corner of his bed
post. Joey fingered the pendant absentmindedly and realized that it had been
almost a week since his meeting with his mate. He spent his week-long holiday
off school hanging out with his friends, from going to arcades to field trips
to night club bashes, which of course were recognized by the bartenders as the
gang who were part of the teen herms undergoing the ritual and forbid to serve them
alcohol no matter how he, Tristan and Malik bribed
and threatened, and had to settle with soft drinks and be seated in a
designated room for non-smokers. But despite the holidays, they were not spared
from school work as their class rep would make them come to the public library
every day after school hours to tutor them a little about the lesson of the day
and hand them the homework for it. He often act the way he always acted in
front of his friends, only to go home and cry himself to sleep because of his
aching heart and of his feeling of betrayal towards his friends of not honouring the pact, until he couldn�t cry anymore. It was
painful to pretend that he�s still the Whisperer-hater he vowed to be and even
more so when he and his friends went over to the prayer sanctuary to pray for
their children to be Whisperer-dominant when all he wished for is that his
child would be anything but Whisperer-dominant. There have been a few times he
just wanted to break down onto his knees and beg for forgiveness and ask them
to forget about their silly childish pact, but his pride and his fear of losing
his friends held him back.
�� If only he knew what was really
going on inside his friends� mind about their experiences with their mates.
�� Joey sighed and got off the bed. He
figured to try and make himself a little midnight snack, and hopefully a little
warm milk would bring back his sleepy bugs. With that, he went down the stairs
and towards the kitchen. He knew the ins and outs of the kitchen well enough to
not need the lights other than the light of the moon from the window to see
what he was doing. Soon he started whipping up his usual favourite
snack of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and heated some milk in the
microwave oven.
�� Just when he was about to pour his
glass of warm milk into his glass, he suddenly felt an odd presence behind him.
It was almost familiar yet totally strange at the same time. Without looking
behind, he quietly opened the knife drawer and grabbed the first knife his hand
touched before facing whoever was behind, only to be outsmarted by a tight grip
on the hand that held the knife and meeting face to face at a pair of cold
ice-blue eyes staring mischievously at his brown ones.
�� S�Seto�?�
�� It didn�t take a genius to figure
out to whom those blue orbs belonged to. Seto pushed
Joey�s hand that held the knife softly onto the kitchen counter and purred, a
torrent of whispers trailing along with its voice. After making Joey let go of
the knife, it took him into its arms and wrapped its wings around him for
comfort measure. Joey thought he couldn�t cry anymore after so many days of
pouring out every ounce of H2O in his body, thought he had cried himself dry,
but the feeling of Seto�s arms around him and its
soft beating heart in its chest as his ear touched it sent him straight back to
Tears-ville.
�� Seto�Seto�! I�I missed ya�I missed ya so much��
�� Here��
Seto whispered in his ear, telling him with its few
words that it was here with him now. It reached down to caress his still flat belly
and purred lovingly, nuzzling its face into Joey�s hair.
�� It�s not dat
soon, Seto. I�m not exactly pregnant yet.�
�� Forming�Changing�Baby��
Seto whispered as it gave Joey a lick on the nose,
making Joey giggle.
�� You mean�our baby�s beginning to
grow already?�
�� A nod from his mate confirmed his
question.
�� Dat�s�kinda fast�I guess dat�s why I�ve
been such a crybaby lately. Musta been da moodswings.�
�� Seto
smirked at the way Joey blushed at the thought of being pregnant already.
�� We�better be in mah
room. I dinna want mah ol� folks tuh
freak out seein� ya �ere.�
�� Bringing his midnight snack along
with him, he led his mate into his room and turned on the nightlight. At long
last, he was able to see how his mate looked like. Seto
was clad in a satin white loincloth that ran all the way down half of its
thigh. It wore a pair of gold armlets and shoulder-blade armour
that seemed made to fit for its almost muscular yet slim built. It had a silver
bangle across its forehead, covering its eyebrows, highlighting its ice blue
orbs even more. Its fair skin illuminated its entire being and its silky
chocolate-brown hair was magnificent under the kiss of the moon rays. It had a
tiny black dragon with blue eyes tattooed on the middle of its chest, and its
wing frames were of the same colour as its skin, with
the inner skin a slight tan colour. Seeing them
stretched behind Seto�s back, Joey couldn�t help but
shudder both in mild fear and awe at the majestic look and aura Seto gave off. Joey was lucky he didn�t drop his plate of
sandwiches and glass of milk after trying to drink in everything that is before
him.
�� Ya�Ya beautiful, Seto. Ya�everything I
imagined ya tuh be.�
�� Seto let
out a small smile of gratitude over Joey�s compliment. Joey settled down his
milk and sandwiches and came up to Seto, fingering
the tattoo.
�� Nice. I mighta
just git one mahself if Pa ain�t so strict �bout these things.�
�� Seto
purred as it felt his finger running along the lines of the black dragon on its
chest. It laid a few butterfly kisses on his forehead. Joey grinned.
�� Ya reli are like a dragon. Cold n proper on da outside, hot n ferocious on da
inside. Can I call ya Dragon?�
�� Seto
thought for a while, then nodded in agreement. Its
eyes were slightly dim due to the nightlight, and Joey couldn�t feeling mesmerized as he stared at the cold pupils and the
black snake-eye-like iris in the middle.
�� I�I dinna
understand dis. We�ve only just met�and yet I miss ya
like as if we�re old couples. What�s wrong wif me, Seto?�
�� Love��
�� Love?�
Joey tried to sound humorous, to pretend that what Seto
proposed was ridiculous, but one look at those alluring eyes told him that it
was serious. �Yeah, I guess�dat�s what I�m feelin� right now. Funny, huh? Dinna think love at first sight existed anymore.�
�� Puppy��
Seto purred as it caressed Joey�s face lightly.
�� About dat,�
Joey said as he backed away a little. �Ya still
haven�t answer mah question. How�d ya know of mah pet name mah real �mother� gave me?�
�� Puppy�?�
Seto tried to bring him back to his arms but Joey
backed away even further.
�� No. Not until ya
tell me.�
�� Seto
sighed and materialized the Millennium Rod which served as a medium to open the
gateways between the human world and the Realm of the Night and brandished it
in front of Joey. It closed its eyes and concentrated until a certain aura
built up around the Millennium Rod. A sort of vortex form above the rod and it
revealed a picture of a man with honey-brown hair and skin white as ivory and
another man with honey-tan skin and blonde hair carrying a baby in his arms.
Joey gasped and moved closer towards the image displayed before him and reached
a shivering hand towards the man carrying the baby.
�� Mo�Momma�Papa�� Joey said, his eyes widened in disbelief.
�� He�s
lookin� just like ya, darlin�,� the man with honey-brown hair whom Joey
addressed as his father said as he pinched the baby�s nose. The baby winced and
cooed in reply. Joey understood now how he got his accent.
�� He�s
got your hair,� Joey�s �mother� said.
�� But
he�s got yer skin. And yer looks.�
�� He�s
just so cute.�
�� Like
a little puppy, aye?�
�� Mmhmm. Oh, Joey. You�re Momma�s
little puppy. No one will ever take you away from me. Ever��
�� The
scenes stopped abruptly and disappeared as mysteriously as it came. Joey wanted
to protest, wanting to see more of his �mother�, but saw that Seto was down on one knee, panting breathlessly as both its
hands held tightly onto the Millennium Rod, trying to steady itself. Joey,
realizing what was going on and what Seto had done
for him, quickly changed from annoyed into worry and quickly ran towards Seto, trying to support it onto his bed.
�� Ya�Ya alright, luv?�
�� Seto
nodded slightly, slowly regaining composure and normal breathing.
�� I�Imma
sorry I pushed ya. I shouldna
asked ya tuh do dis. It was
childish of me.�
�� It�s�OK��
�� It musta
drained ya off a lot. Imma sorry. I dinna mean tuh��
�� Seto�s
kiss stopped him short. Oh, how he missed its kiss. He returned its kiss
hungrily, savouring the taste, forgetting the need to
breathe as he and Seto fought over tongue dominance.
Only when his lungs were protesting for air that he managed to reluctantly tear
away from Seto�s delectable lips.
�� I�do�anything�for�you�Puppy��
�� Its words were slow, but it was
overwhelming to hear Seto say a full sentence for
him. Joey threw himself in its arms, his midnight snack forgotten as he savoured the loving warmth of Seto.
Seto slowly returned the hug and purred, stroking his
hair.
�� Puppy�My
Puppy��
�� They both lay in bed, content to be
in each other�s arms and basking in each other�s warmth. None of them did
anything further, even though the chemistry was begging them to do so, because
no one in their right mind would suddenly jump into �bedding activities� after
having only met once. Besides, Seto seemed to be one
of those traditional kinds that would not bed a pregnant person lest it might
harm the child.
�� So ya
actually looked into mah past, eh?� Joey asked,
tracing his finger again along the dragon tattoo. �Why?�
�� Seto
shrugged.
�� C�mon, Dragon, ya
gotta admit, no one is dumb enough tuh snoop in other people�s past. Why�d ya
do it?�
�� Seto
hesitated a little, as if trying to find the words to say it, then finally
replied, �Want�know�you�more��
�� Well�OK, I guess dat�s reason enough.�
�� Seto
slowly reached its hand to scratch the back of his ear. Joey somehow found it
very comforting.
�� Ya won�t
leave me eva, will ya,
Dragon?� Joey asked.
�� Seto
didn�t reply, but his slightly sad eyes were answering enough.
�� Please say ya won�t leave me.
Please.�
�� Can�t�promise��
�� Please�Lie
tuh me or whateva�Just say ya won�t leave me��
�� Joey clung onto him desperately, not
wanting him to go, as he buried his face onto Seto�s
chest. Seto may not be able to see what�s going on,
but it could tell that its mate was crying again, judging by the ragged way he
breathed and the shuddering of his shoulders. His eyes stung with tears and his
heart panged with the pain of loneliness once more when Seto
still refused to reply him, and Seto could feel the
guilt creeping within it for causing such heartache to him.
�� Why�Why can�t ya
stay wif me�? Why can�t ya
do just dis fer me�? Why�?�
�� Shh�Puppy��
�� I dun wanna�I
dun want ya tuh leave��
�� Shh��
�� Seto
quietly blew at Joey�s eyes, giving him a mild dose of the Breath of Draught.
It watched as Joey�s eyes slowly flutter shut, still whimpering and sobbing as
he slowly drifted into Dreamland. It didn�t want to lose him to world of dreams
and slumber, but it was the only way it could do to calm him down and make the
separation easier. How its heart ached as well at the thought of leaving him,
but it had to be done. It was not meant for the human world of light even
though it was capable of withstanding the sun and it had other important
matters to attend to back home. It had a responsibility, a job to do, and it
wasn�t about to forsake it for a human. Not yet, anyway.
�� I love ya,
Dragon�Love ya so much��
�� Hearing the whispered words from its
mate, its lips couldn�t help but crease into a smile that it hadn�t thought it
could make for so many years. Leaving a chaste kiss on the sweet tender lips of
its mate, Seto gave one last look and one last stroke
along Joey�s hair before rushing towards the window and jumped, hurrying to
return before the dawn breaks and its brother realizing it that it was not on
its posts again.
�� Unbeknownst to it, as soon as it was
gone, a dark figure slowly crept into Joey�s room, its red eyes glowing in the
dark as it watched Joey sleeping peacefully due to the effects of the Breath of
Draught. Beads of his tears still cling onto his short eyelashes, in which the
dark figure reached out a slender finger to rake them away and taste them on
its tongue. It spotted his midnight snack and, while draining the glass of warm
milk and munching away his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, grinned from ear
to ear as it continued to watch Joey.
�� Soon, little mortal. Soon.�

A/N: Ooh�Who can that be? I�m not gonna tell you! You have to continue on reading! Reviews plz!
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