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Title:
Girl Trouble
Author:
Sean Wright
Disclaimer:
I don’t own Yu-gi-oh
Hello
all and welcome to chapter eight.
I
must say this fic is not easy to write. I’m not a guy nor am gay. I don’t know
how guys, straight or gay, behave around each other. My brother gives me
insight on the guy speak but he cringes when I talk to him about the story. But this fic is fun. Lord help me, I love writing
this thing.
Enough
of that.
Enjoy.
Chapter
Eight
Yuugi quickly looked the door behind
Jin and he prayed that Yami would not be coming home anytime soon. The last
thing he wanted was deal with a fight or a jealous Yami. He turned back to Jin;
They guy was checking out the card display with confused look on his face.
Frowning, Yuugi joined him at the
display where the new Duelist cards were. Jin looked up at Yuugi when went over
to him, he had to know why the guy had sought him out.
“You stalking me or something?” He leaned against the counter, far away
to stay out of reach and close enough to his baseball bat hidden on the other
side.
A look of confusion crossed Jin’s
features and again Yuugi was blessed with that heart stopping smile.
“Actually, I’m here to get a gag gift for one of my roommates back at
the dorms, he’s really into Duel Monsters,” he said with an ofndednded shrug.
“But I didn’t know this was where you worked, Yuugi.”
“You’re at university?”
Jin
nodded, “Second year at KO U.” His eyes lingered over Yuugi’s face before he
reached out to trace the curve of Yuugi’s elegant chin with his forefinger.
“What about you?” He asked distractedly.
Yuugi
turned his back on Jin and went around the counter to an open display. “I’m
still in high school.” Yuugi picked up a pack of cards and turned back to Jin. “My fiancé attends KO as
well. You know, the guy who trying to kill you yesterday.”
The
other youth made a dismissive gesture. “He didn’t do any serious damage, beside
I can hold my own.” He picked up the cards and turned the foil pack over in his
hands. “So how long have you been working here?”
“I don’t work here.” Yuugi told him. “This
is my grandfather’s shop.”
Jin
looked up interestedly. “For real?”
Yuugi
nodded. “You don’t who I am, do you?”
“I know you’re this really cute girl I want
to hook up with but you’re tied down to some asshole who’s never heard of ask
first before taking a swing another.” He flashed Yuugi a lopsided grin that
instantly had Yuugi weak at the knees.
A
cute girl?
The
term caught Yuugi off guard. Jin didn’t know him; He saw Yuugi as the rest of
the world now did and what he saw was a girl. A cute fucking girl.
“Hideyo-san,” he began.
“Jin,” the youth corrected.
“Hideyo-san.” Yuugi said firmly. “I am not
flatted by this constant attention. I get more than enough on a daily basis and
I am just fed up with people not respecting me or my relationship. So, man, if
you want to buy some cards, go ahead, but I really want you to leave.”
“Wait, Yuugi—“ Jin said quickly, “I wasn’t
trying to disrespect your…God, I like you, and I want to get to know you…”
“Look, I’m down with being friends and
all, but I ain’t looking for anyone to hook up with on the side. You got me?
I’m with Yami Moto.”
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>He raised the paper cup to his lips and took a long
sip of the foul brew. What the hell had possessed him to order black coffee, he
wondered for the tenth time.
Then he remembered, this was Yami drink of choice
and he had been thinking of Yami when he ordered it. Yuugi smirked at own own
carelessness as he downed the rest of it. Kami, what going on with him?
//I have
been asking myself the same questions?//
/Yami?/ Startled by the sudden
presences of his lover in his mind, Yuugi turned around, scanning the area
around him as Yami allowed him to feel him. Almost immediately Yuugi’s eyes
landed on solitary figure sitting on the other side of the fountain with two
cups of coffee. Although Yami wore dark glasses, Yuugi knew without a doubt
that Yami was watching him. . /How
long have you been there?/ Yuugi asked as he started towards the Pharaoh.
Yami withheld his answer until Yuugi was standing
beside the bench he occupied. //You have not been available much this week,
Hikari.// Yami said as he made room for his light.
Unceremoniously, Yuugi dropped down beside him.
“Latte?” He held the beverage out even as he offered it. “No whipped cream,
extra chocolate.” Then he added, “It will wash away the sour taste of that
coffee you were drinking.”
A rueful grin crossed Yuugi’s lips as he ripped the
lid off his drink. “How long have you been here?”
“Long
enough,” was the evasive reply. Yami draped his free arm behind Yuugi’s shoulder
as he raised his own cup to his lips. //I though you and I should talk in
private and in a neutral area// he finally said. //You have been distant
all this week. Short tempered and confused.//
/Can you
blame me?/
Yuugi asked irritably. /I have a woman’s body or have you not noticed./
//I
have noticed.// His fingers shifted easily through Yuugi’s unbound hair. He
felt the boy relax and then tentively leaned into his touch. Yami frowned
slightly, for Yuugi’s hesitation did not sit well with him. //Do you blame me?// His mind’s voice
was so low and filled with the insecurities that were not projected on his
impassive features.
Confused, Yuugi said, /Huh?/
Yami didn’t answer immediately. He savored in just
being with his light. All the fear, tension and anxiety he had felt since
seeing Yuugi’s transformed body and going through this horrid week—Everything
was released once Yuugi finally relaxed and melted against his side.
/She came
to me here,/
Yuugi whispered softly.
//Who?// Yami asked distractedly. He did not want to think of
anyone else other than them.
/That
creature, the one who did this to me. She came to me here. I had just fought
with Kaiba./
//Why were
you and Kaiba fighting?// Yami demanded quickly. Red ire, like molten lava surged through his
mind at the mention of though of his dealing with that little toad. Just as
quickly Yami’s angry shifted to himself and he instantly blamed himself for not
knowing that Yuugi had needed him even
before this ‘creature’ had arrived. Damn it, he was becoming careless in this
time.
Yuugi, sensing where Yami’s thoughts were headed. /Kaiba
is not the issue nor is he important. Nor do I blame you for what happened to
me. That thing would have gotten to me even if Kaiba hadn’t provoked me./
//You are
right, Hikari.// Yami murmured as he pressed his lips to Yuugi’s temple. Damn that Kaiba was going to pay for Yuugi’s
pain with interest, Yami promised silently. The little shit’s life could now be
counted in hours. Yami was going to have his freaking heart for this latest
bout of insolence. //Tell me about
the ‘creature’ as you call it.//
/There
isn’t much else. She sat down beside me and we started talking. I don’t recall
much about the conversation but somewhere down the line we started talking
about Duel Monsters. She asked me to play—I remember saying that I was meeting
you but after that nothing except…/
//Except
what?//
A shiver race through the boy’s body as the memories
came back to him.
He had realized too late that he had been duped. But
there was no escape from the game. If he lost, he suffered. If Yuugi forfeited
the game then he would be tortured and if by some miracle he won, Yuugi would
have still been hurt. His host had been determined to bring some harm to Yuugi
no matter the outcome.
“You have
lost.” Her voice the only sign of another as the last of Yuugi’s Shadow
Monsters faded away.
The Dark Magician had been
destroyed right before his eyes and Exodia the Forbidden One never had a chance
to be formed. The cards drifted slowly from his hands as Yuugi fell to the
ground.
He was defeated.
“The penalty for your arrogance is--.”
He was confused, what had he done.
“Arrogance?” he whispered. He did not understand. He had just wanted to
play...But not with her. “No,” he shouted at her. “This was not what I had
wanted. I refused to play. You forced me into this game. This is not right!”
She looked down into his angry face
and laughed at the fierce some pride in his lavender eyes. “I did not make you
summon the creatures hidden within the Shadows.” She saw the confusion in his
eyes and laughed. He did not understand nor know of what she referred. “Your
arrogance was showing me your monsters. The sight of them was as good as you
verbal acceptance of my challenge. For that, you will pay.”
Yuugi said no. It was never his
intention to offend anyone….
“Of course!” She exclaimed loudly, “We never mean to offend anyone. But
you,” she turned blazing eyes on him. “You defied yourself and this sacred
light by bringing that accused darkness into it.”
“I—“
Hands grabbed the sides of his head and he started
into the most frightening depths of a depravity before he was thrown carelessly
to the ground. Yuugi pushedselfself up only to have the breath knocked out of
his body as a sudden weight fell on him pinning him to the ground.
“I. I. I.
I. I. I… you what?” She screamed in his face. “You are a perverted soul,
corrupted by that faithless cur of long
dead Kemet.” Then hoiceoice softened and the weight on his chest lessen,
“It is of little wonder why he wants you. Why he is obsessed with you.” Her
hands trailed gently over his face and hair as she continued in her quiet tone,
“You are beautiful. Your crystalline soul is a treasure, a thousand times more
brilliant than any stars. The innocence of your heart is very pure and dazzling
and filled with the warmth of the sun.” Just as suddenly her hands tighten on
his cheeks, squeezing the bones until Yuugi let out a strangled cry in
protest. “Yet you allow that foul
creature of the Shadows touch your light. He has corrupted you with pleasures
of the flesh. He has tarnished your brilliance with his polluted aura and you
have allowed him to do so without a single care as to who this tainted one has
done to us.” She threw herself way from him with a violent thrust, leaving him
to moan and gasp painfully on the frozen floor while she danced around him.
He was down on the ground, reeling
from the twisted agony that he had been placed in. His puzzle had been removed
from his grasp by cold hands, leaving him alone, cut off from Yami to be sucked
further down in this white nightmare.
The
psychotic angel continued to dance around him, caught up in the wild abandon
she had created for herself as she screamed curses at everything.
Weak from fear and cold, Yuugi struggled to push himself up, but an invisible weight
held him down on the ground. He was so cold, shivering in this brilliance that
could have rivaled the winter’s sun for all the heat it produced. Yuugi closed
his eyes as the light was blinding him
with its painful intensity every time he tried to move.
After a while, the angel returned to
him. She had become bored with her game and the Shadows were no fun when they
could not come into the light. The look on her face reminded Yuugi of a child
who had been denied a favored toy; But the madness in her eyes reminded him
that this was no child. She was very powerful, cunning, and deadly. She wanted
him to suffer for some offense that he did not consciously commit.
Her cold eyes lighted upon him as feral grin that
almost rivaled Yami’s sent a shaft of cold fear throughout his body. More
afraid now than he was before, Yuugi renewed his futile struggled against his
invisible bonds.
She knelt over Yuugi’s prone form,
settling on his waist as she planted her hands on both sides of his face. She
leaned forward, her shimmering lips just a breath away from his own and she
smiled.
“A life
for the light,” she breathed across his lips.
Yuugi jerked violently as he tried to turn his face
away, but she caught his chin with her dainty fingers and exhaled again.
Yuugi’s eyes began to tear as the acidic smell of her breath assaulted his
nostrils.
“I hear
your soul calling out to him, yet he will never save you. How can he save you
from yourself?” She lowered her lips to touch his, when Yuugi tried to up away,
she merely laughed before moving over to place wet, butterfly kisses over his
cheek. All the while, Yuugi lay there, a helpless prisoner, screaming in
agonized pain as the acid from her mouth covered his skin. She stopped once to pressed her lips to his chin before dragging her tongue darting up to his hairline.
Yuugi tried to scream but all that came out was
hoarse rasp. Her touch was like fire on his flesh; the wet trail she left was
burning worst than anything he had ever felt. He thrashed about, trying to push
the woman away, but she just laughed in his face.
“Biaw,” she said mockingly. “Isn’t that what He
says to you. Biaw? How possessive of him. How dare he claiming you as
his when he never had the right? However, it shall never occur again, pretty
one. You now belong to me. Mine from the beginning of time.”
“No!” Yuugi screamed. “I will never be
yours.”
She grabbed his chin in her right
hand and forced him to meet her gaze. Madness danced merrily in her eyes as she
lowered her lips to his. Just before she touched him, she whispered, “You are
not listening to me, sweet one, you have always belonged to me.”
“Please,” he croaked. “I don’t know what—“
“A life for the light,” she chanted, her voice a singsong as she moved
down his body. Her searing touch was melting the flesh from his bones, her
strong hands kneade eve every muscle. She was a sculptor with her clay, molding
and contorting his body all the while
Yuugi was pleaded for mercy and begging for his own death.
A life for the light; she wanted to bask in
it, bathe in his light.
He was screaming in agony and
terror. His body was on fire; it felt as if he was dying. He wanted to cry, she
told him he could. She wanted to see his tears, but she was not going to stop.
Not yet.
“One body,” she was lost it now. She gloried in every sound and tear.
The light of pushed at the darkness that was wrapped around his soul, breaking
through until the shadows gave way and Yuugi’s power poured through and reached
out—for the darkness.
“No!” She screamed, rage showed in her face. Her fingers latched onto
Yuugi’s chest and poured every once of her hate and disgust into him, almost
suffocating him from the sheer force of her power. “The Darkness has to lose
his light. Why can you not understand this?” Why couldn’t he believe it when
she said he was hers?
“He bathes in your soul.” Fanatical eyes gleaming as she licked Yuugi’s
tears from her fingertips. “He basks in your light. But never again, my sweet
one.” She lowered her head to nuzzle Yuugi’s chest. The boy screamed in agony.
Why couldn’t she just kill him now?
Cold hands on his face, she leaned
down, her painful lips touching his left ear. “You are mine.”
They sat side by side in silence. Yuugi had finished
with his tale, but the horror of it and what had been to him was yet to be
cleared from his mind as he sat clinging to Yami. As for the former Pharaoh it
was like he was in Tuat once again. Sometime during Yuugi’s narration,
Yami had pulled the boy into his lap. Now he clutched Yuugi to his chest and
tucked the boy beneath his chin and his hands moved mechanically over Yuugi’s
left arm and back.
It could have been anyone.
That though rocked Yami to his very core. Yami had a
list of enemies from his past from all ranges of life starting from the moment
he first allowed the Shadows to mix in his soul as a boy that could have
circled the globe twice. He had offended the Gods, priests, sorcerers, and
witches that wanted to see him tortured for all eternity. He had walked
roughshod and killed his rivals. Anyone who spoke against him never lived long
and he made it a special point to have all the members of his enemies families
killed just so he could have avoided something like this from happening.
However, never in all his years would Yami have dreamed up a something as cruel
as this. He had been blessed with an inventive and daring imagination, but this
surpassed even his most malicious endeavors.
He took Yuugi home soon after.
Neither spoke, both young men were still wrapped up in their own thoughts to
think of anything else.
Yuugi was exhausted. Reliving the
nightmare had drained him and when he got home all he wanted to do was sleep.
Yami stayed with Yuugi until he had
fallen asleep in his arms. Then he lay
there another hour just watching Yuugi sleep. Fear clutched his heart every
time he thought of leaving his light.
Hours later Yami was in the middle of his workout.
He came to the gym to take out his aggression on the machines and hopeful wear
himself out that the imagine of that fiend slithering down Yuugi’s body would
disappear from his mind. However,
pounding his fists into a punching bag still could not wipe the memory from his
mind. The horrors that Yuugi had lived through was enough to drive anyone mad
and Yami was close to it.
“Well this
is turning into a familiar sight, Pharaoh?”
Yami let go of the bag but did not
turn around. “You have stooped to breaking into gymnasiums to irritate me,
Bakura?”
The white haired yami chuckled
darkly. “I noticed your motor car out front and decided step in for a brief
chat.”
“How lucky for me” Yami growled as he slammed his right fist into the
bag and then his left.
Bakura came to stand beside him.
“Have you spoken to your hikari?”
Yami continued to work over the bag,
it did nothing to release his tension, but now he had a face he could mentally
beat into oblivion. “Yuugi told me about the creature that attacked him.” He
said shortly.
“And?” Bakura inquired impatiently.
The shorter man clenched his jaw
tightly. “I don’t know.”
Bakura moved behind the bag to hold
it in place for Yami. “What?” When Yami did not reply Bakura went on. “Pharaoh,
I like to think that understand you after a these last years of peace between
us. This is the first time I have ever heard the slightest bit of doubt from
you.”
Yami viciously slammed his fist into the bag,
managing to rock Bakura on his heels. “I am not in doubt of myself, Thief.” He
snarled. “I just need some time to think. My list of enemies is greater and
more diverse than yours. I cannot just pick one at random and obliterate them.”
“Why not
destroy them all?” Bakura was naturally
curious.
Yami glared at him, coldly. “It not that simple. The
gods of this world would not take to kindly to my tearing the celestial plains
just to kill the old gods of Kemet.”
“You
believe it was our Gods who attacked your light?”
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