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Let me be with you	By : PixieDust291 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1709 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter seven

By Pixiedust291

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                Five full-size persocoms crashed to the floor. Yusai, seemingly unfazed by the complete annihilation of five computers, walked up to Yugi and caressed his cheek with his thumb. “Jonouchi didn’t lie when he said your computer was… different.”

                “Jonouchi said you were a persocom expert, that you made custom-built persocoms,” Yami said.

                “I do. Tell me, did Jonouchi’s persocom manage to get any information out of Yugi?” Yusai asked, turning his attention to Yami.

                “Um, he got some visual images, if that can be counted as data.”

                “You mean memory data,” Yusai corrected, and turned back to Yugi. “Do you remember anything before you came to Yami?” His voice was calm and reassuring, as if he were a father talking to a worried child. Yugi stared at his knees, and shook his head. “You can speak. I assure you, I will not do anything you do not want.”

                Yugi’s head lifted, and he met the man’s gaze. “I do not remember much. If I remember anything, it’s bits and pieces. And every time I try to remember more, my body and my chest hurt.”

                “How did it feel when Jonouchi was downloading those memories from you?”

                “It felt like my body was being ripped apart. I felt… tainted, and trapped.”

                Yusai nodded before he took Yugi’s hand. “If you will allow me, I would like to try that again. I believe the key to unlocking what you are is in those memory files you don’t want to open, Yugi.” Yugi’ eyes clouded, he looked positively petrified. “We’ll move slowly, and only probe as far as we can before you start to hurt, all right?” Yusai soothed. Yugi’ gaze still looked unhappy, but he nodded. Yusai unhooked his laptop, and brought it over to the table. He disconnected one of the USB cables, and hooked it into Yugi’ ear. A screen popped up on the monitor and showed a digital manila folder. Yusai looked at the harmless piece of data for a moment before double-clicking. Yami didn’t know what to think as he gazed over Yusai’s shoulder. He knew nothing about electronics. He didn’t even know how to text on his cell phone. All Yami could see was that Yusai was flipping from screen to screen. He opened different files with bizarre names, closed files as soon as he opened them, and stared at the details of files that seemed to be written in cryptic codes. His head hurt just looking at all of it.

                Suddenly, Yusai stopped and stared at the screen. Yami blinked in confusion. All he could see on the crystal screen was a small folder that was titled ‘Memory’. “Is that what you’re looking for?”

                “Yes,” Yusai said simply and distractedly. “Yugi, how are you?”

                “I’m fine.” Yugi replied.

                Yusai nodded, then clicked the file, and was surprised to find it empty. “You sure Jonouchi accessed some video clips?”

                “Pretty sure. How else could his mobile unit have loaded them?”

                Yusai seemed not to hear him. He logged out of his computer and stood. “I’ll go make us some tea. Yami, would you mind assisting me?” Yami nodded as he stood. He put a reassuring hand on Yugi’s shoulder before he turned and walked out of the room.

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                Yugi sulked at their departure. They could have at least asked him to come, or offered him a drink. He sighed, and walked over to the window. He gazed at the snow that had so captivated him earlier. He liked looking at it. It was so pure and soft. It reminded him of feathers, or angels. Yugi closed his eyes, and a white haired man came to his mind. He had a sweet smile, and wore a school uniform. He opened his eyes. Had that been… a memory? But he had seen on Yusai’s computer that he had no memories. Wait, that couldn’t be right. He should have at the very least some memories of the last few days with Yami. His head began to hurt again. He pressed a palm against his forehead. What was going on? He ran the same hand through his blonde bangs. He remembered the man. He remembered how they used to spend a lot of time together at… school. He remembered… how they use to be confined in glass rooms together…naked. His mind convulsed for a minute, and Yugi cringed in pain. He gazed out at the snow once more, and a name rolled off his lips. “Ryou… Millennium Ring.” He gasped and stumbled backward. He blinked in shock at himself. Had that been his name? He took a few steps backward, and sat in Yusai’s chair. He could hear the man’s voice in his head, as clear as a bell.

“I’ve never seen snow. What do you suppose snow looks like? Marik says that snow looks like white powder. He says it’s cold, and when you catch it on your tongue, it melts! Wouldn’t that be cool?”

                Yugi shook his head. His chest struggled to breath.

                “Well, it seems you don’t need people probing around in your head to get information, after all,” came a rather sensuous male voice. Yugi gazed up from the chair, and blinked innocently at the man who could be Yami’s mirror image, except for the dark skin, leaning on the back of the chair, looking down at him.

                “I am Atem,” the man answered his silent question. “And yours?”

                “Yugi.” Atem smiled down at the young boy. He was rather surprised; the boy looked almost exactly like he did when he was young. He walked around the chair and leaned against the desk, gazing out the window.

                Yugi blinked in confusion. He hadn’t even heard Atem approaching. “What do you mean when you said, seems you don’t need people probing around in your head to get information?”

                “I meant exactly what I said. Your partner needs to stop fixating on finding out what you are because the real key to finding out what you are is to first answer who you are.”

                To Yugi it sounded as if Atem were speaking in riddles “But, I am a persocom. And Yami already said that persocoms can’t have…” Yugi couldn’t bring himself to say it, because he knew he himself didn’t believe it.

                “What Yami said is true. Persocoms cannot have feelings or emotions, or any of that. Most of them anyway.” Atem grinned. He turned an walked back to Yugi. Putting his hands on either side of the chair he leaned in close so that his and Yugi’s faces were nearly touching, “But you and I aren’t persocoms.”

                “What do you mean…?” Yugi asked. He was frightened, but also curious about what Atem was saying.

                “Man strives to increase his intelligence. But how far is too far? You and I are products of that intelligence.”

                “I do not understand what you’re saying. If I’m not a persocom, then what am I? Am I human?” Yugi voice increased in volume at the question

                “No.”

                “Then, tell me!” Yugi growled. His hands went to Atem’s chest and gripped his red shirt “This is very important to me, so stop playing little mind games please!”

                “Why is it so important?” Atem’s wine colored eyes sparkled with mischief.

                Yugi gaped “Because… Because, the sooner I find out what I am, the sooner Yami will… will…” Yugi closed his eyes, and hung his head.

                “Does it hurt?”

                “Yes.”

                Atem’s face softened. He knelt down, and cupped Yugi’s face in his hands. “It hurts when the one you love doesn’t believe you love them. Have you told him?”

                Tears trailed down Yugi’s cheeks “Not exactly, I suppose. I’ve tried to show him through my body, but he rejects it.”

                “If someone did that to you, wouldn’t you reject them?”

                Yugi was silent for a moment before admitting “Yes, I would,”

                “You need to start treating him like a lover… or a boyfriend.” Atem shrugged.

                “How do I- Wait- When did we change the topic and get on this discussion? Who are you anyway, and why the hell am I pouring my guts out to you?” Yugi pointed at Atem.

                Atem smiled. “I have that effect on people. Besides, it looked like you needed someone to confide in.” He leaned forward, and kissed Yugi on his forehead, slipping a little note into the boy’s pocket. “Your partner can explain it all to you later.”

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                “I know what Yugi is.” Yusai said blatantly the moment Yami had shut off the water faucet.

Yami nearly dropped the teakettle he was holding as he “What?!”

                “You heard right,” Yusai said, his tone never changing from conversational.

                “Well, what is he?”

                “He is human, but also machine.”

                “Well, I kind of already guessed that. Does that make him a cyborg?”

                “No, he is not a human with machine parts. What Yugi is… He is a perfect balance of nature and intelligence. Or rather it is supposed to be the perfect balance.”

                “Okay, you lost me there. If that’s true, then why does he have that tattoo?”

                “Because Industrial Illusions is doing something they shouldn’t be doing. I will admit that I have done the same; however, I stopped once I accomplished it the first time. I learned all to well that humans were not meant to challenge creation.”

                “Still not following you.”

                “I suppose Jonouchi didn’t mention that I haven’t made persocoms in over three years.” Yusai asked with a raised brow.

                “No, he failed to mention that.”

                “Three years ago, my lover died. I was busy in Osaka at the time, and didn’t find out until the next day. I was… broken, to say the least. I didn’t want to do anything. I had no inspiration to create anymore. Then, one day, I had an idea. What if a persocom could be made- one that had human emotions and a human body, but the strength and power of a machine? I set my whole soul into making that idea a reality, and succeeded. I called my creation Steel Angel. However, once my creation was complete, I fully realized the extent of what I had done. I burned all my work onto a disk, and hid it from the world.”

                Yami’s eyes went wide. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Are you saying that Yugi is… a Steel Angel?”

                “Yes, I’m afraid so.”

                “You must be joking. How can you possibly expect me to believe that?!” Yami yelled. “He’s just a kid.” He lowered his voice to a pained whisper “If what you’re saying is true. How did he come to be that way.”

                “I do not know for certain. All I know is that Yugi’s in danger.”

                “Danger? From what.”

                “You know yourself the Industrial Illusions postponed their making of the Millenium series. And if Yugi is a Steel Angel, then we know what they are probably doing.” He turned on the burner and took the kettle from y=Yami “Breaking the laws that are not to be broken.”

                Yami bit his lip. A part of him was angry at everything. Why did this whole thing have to happen to him? As if he didn’t already have enough problem. Yugi, what had happened to him? He was such a sweet kind kid. The though of him coming to any harm, or lousing him. Yami closed his eyes and tried to control his emotions. He needed to stop thinking of Yugi as human. “You said you were the first one to do this. But then you got rid of all your research. So how did-”

                “Because even though I hid my data and creation from the world, it didn’t stop imaginative people on the internet. It doesn’t take a scientist to dream and imagine humanlike computers. Obviously, one of the major persocom companies has attempted to accomplish that dream as I did, and has succeeded.”

                “What’s so bad about humanlike computers?”

                “To make a Steel Angel, first you have to get an actual human body.”

                “…Come again?”

                “You take a human body, and transform it into the machine.”

                Yami forgot how to breath for a second. “A human…body. You’re saying that Yugi was human.”

                “At one point yes, he probably was.”

It wasn’t real. I couldn’t be. It was like some corny science fiction novel. Yami fell to his knees. This was all just coming too fast. In a matter of one week, he had managed to find a persocom, be molested by said persocom, meet a suspicious kid with a wacky cell phone, and come to find out that his persocom wasn’t really a persocom, but a super-enhanced robot/human that used to be all human. “This is all starting to sound like a really bad fanfic,” he grumbled to himself. He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. “What am I going to do?”

                “Fist off, I would suggest you get to know Yugi. The rest will come later. Don’t tell anyone about him, and try to keep a low profile.”

                “Why should I get to know Yugi?”

                Yusai looked him straight in the eye. “An angel’s heart is a very terrible thing to waste.” He smirked. Yami raised a brow at the rather poor pun. Both men finished making the tea and entered Yusai’s study once more, just in time to see Atem kiss Yugi’ forehead.

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                At first yami could not bileave what he was seeing. A man that looked almost identical to him was kissing Yugi “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked in an annoyed tone as his eyes darkened challengingly.

                “Oh, um, Yami, this is Atem. Atem, my… master, Yami,” Yugi bashfully introduced. Atem straightened as he looked over his shoulder and nodded in greeting. Yami blushed and looked away, grumbling to himself. “I’m sorry, Yusai, but I think that’s enough for today. Yugi and I are going home.” Yami set down the tray of tea, and started walking toward the stairs. He didn’t know why, but at that moment he just felt extremely…betrayed and vulnerable. Yugi, looking bewildered and confused, bowed a goodbye to Yusai and Atem, before running after Yami in a hurry.

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                Yusai sighed befor he sat down in his chair. “You just had to kiss him.”

                “The boy was frightened. I wanted to calm him,” Atem shrugged. “Besides, he was just so moe,” he added, coming to sit on the edge of Yusai’s desk. “That Yami boy reminds me of you not to long ago.”

                “Does he? I see no resemblance.”

                “He’s determined.”

                “I’m always determined.”

                “He’s atrctive.”

                “Hearing you say that when he looks like you seemed a bit off.” Yusai chuckled, and took a sip of his tea. He wasn’t surprised when Atem moved behind his chair and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

                “They remind me of you and I,” Atem whispered.

                Yusai smiled, and tilted his head sideways to gaze into the other man’s gorgeous wine colored eyes. “And how is that?”

                “Remember how long I had to seduce you before you finally admitted you enjoyed my company?” Atem reminisced.

                Yusai laughed. “Yes. I’ve totally forgotten now why I even fought against your charm to begin with.”   His hand brushed over Atem’s which were draped over his chest. Atem turned the chair to face him before their lips met in a kiss.

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A/N: I’ve always wanted to have a fic where Yusai and Atem were a couple. But I never really had the desire to write them their own story. Motorcycles and pyramids really don’t mix. Besides that Puzzle, Blind, Monarch, and Mobiumshipping are my fandoms. So, for this story I’ll just have them be a side couple.
To be continued in chapter eight, please review!

:Additional Notes:

Yoda - A character from the popular Star Wars series by George Lucas.

Pikachu - A fictional animal character in "Pokemon," a media franchise owned by the video game company Nintendo, and created by Satoshi Tajiri.

Uke - A Japanese term meaning the submissive partner in a homosexual relationship.
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