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Angel of Mine	By : tavia454 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9117 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Here�s
the next chap! No AN this week since neither Catti
nor I have had the chance to do any more than a quick once over

(chuckles) enjoy!

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�Yugi gasped as the thick shaft
pierced him from behind, sliding effortlessly up inside his opening to fill him
so thoroughly with its throbbing presence, his body arching back against the
person behind him in want. He lowered his head to rest against the cool sheets,
closing his eyes with a whispered moan.

A slender hand caressed his hip
softly, urging him to go along with the other�s slow, deliberate motions.
Gentle words of praise issued from supple lips as they skimmed across his neck,
leaving goose bumps wherever they touched. He could listen to that smooth,
entrancing voice all day long. The near silent whispers sent chills down his
spine.

He didn�t want to know who it was, he
didn�t care any more. It didn�t matter who he was supposed to be pleasing. He
had his dreams and he wasn�t going to let them go. A lone tear fell from
amethyst eyes to dampen the sheets below.

A shift of the other�s damp, sweaty
body - and the length that was filling him so
deliciously broke free of his form only to impale him yet again, creating that
wondrous sensation that left him begging softly for more. The talented hand
found its way underneath him to fondle his growing member tenderly. Hmmmm.
This was different. He cried out breathily at the added stimulus.

He shifted eagerly against the
throbbing presence, spreading his legs a little wider, arching his back and
welcoming the other deeper inside of him as he squeezed tightly with his body.
The person behind him sighed softly against his ear, filling him once again.
The warm breath of air caused him to tremble as it skated across his skin,
leaving a trail of goose bumps over his heated flesh. A second hand wandered
over his chest to rub at the tiny ring that pierced through his left nipple.

Another jolt of pleasure rocked his
shivering frame.

In his mind he could clearly picture
those piercing scarlet eyes as they wandered along his body, leaving him
breathless and light headed with their intensity. He wouldn�t turn around and
look, and risk losing his tenuous hold on the dream. Stubbornly he closed his
eyes.

He felt the petal soft lips as they
moved across his back, whispering words of praise, the large shaft thrusting
gently inside of him, searching for and finding that special place that left
him incapable of thought. He pressed back, once again drawing the other deep inside,
needing to feel the delicious friction once again.

His fists tightened in the sheets as
the form behind him gave him what he wanted, what he needed, speeding up the
gentle rocking motions - snapping out of him only to penetrate him once more
with a ferocious thrust. He cried out again, toes curling, as the jolt of
pleasure overloaded his senses.

A soft gasp escaped his lips at the
forceful, blinding pleasure - his prostate being nailed unerringly, over and
over again, this person above him obviously more intent on pleasuring him than
only taking what he had to give.

He writhed against the larger
presence, overcome with sudden desire to know who it was that was loving him so leisurely, so painstakingly. No one had
ever been this generous before, their own gratification first and foremost in
their mind.

The lines of reality blurred as the
small teen hung on for dear life to the mental picture of those alluring
scarlet eyes � the one who should have been his lover. This was the one who was
taking him, the one who was pounding away so deeply inside of his body, making
him cry out in need. This was the person behind him, whispering soft words of
praise into his ear, touching him so softly, so tenderly.

What had once started as a gentle
rocking motion had become a fevered pounding and the smaller teen couldn�t help
but cry out loudly again and again as his prostate was struck repeatedly by the
hard, pulsing flesh embedded within his shivering form.

He couldn�t help it, he had to look�He
had to know who would love him so meticulously. To tease and
torment him with these intense, pleasurable sensations. He knew who he
wanted it to be, his dream lover�s image and name just beyond the reach of his
brain. Only the eyes remained, their piercing scarlet shade forever etched in
his mind.

Slowly his head turned, amethyst eyes
widening in shock as they met with�

�the stunning ruby eyes of his dream
lover�

�Yami�� He began to sob as the other
continued to thrust even deeper, bringing him closer to the edge. Knowing it
was just a dream. Knowing that the other couldn�t truly be
here.

Those sensual full lips parted in
reply, but a deep, shuddering cough was his only answer�

Huh?!

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Day
133:

Yugi
bolted upright from his sleep, his dream lover�s name still soft on his lips,
heart pounding in his chest. Yami�Wow, what a�what a dream! Lately his
nightmares had begun to fall prey to these new intensely sensual visions. But
this was the first time that he had actually turned to see his dream lover�s
face. He knew it wasn�t a memory, but it seemed so real, so lifelike � so
intense.

The
small teen shivered. Even though he was only slightly awake his body was still
reeling from the after effects of such an erotic musing. His body was used to
having sex, but to invent something so�so realistic in its absence. He would
almost believe it had happened had he not known better.

Slightly
disappointed, the small teen wondered what it was that woke him from that powerful,
oh so inviting image. He shivered again, this time from an entirely different
sensation. Damn it was cold! Another rumbling cough met his ears and he looked
around, wondering where he was.

And
then it hit him � he was downstairs, on the couch. He must have fallen asleep
while they were watching the movie last night.

The
television was still on, its blue screen glaring silently back at him as he
blinked to clear his fog shrouded mind. Absently he toyed with the thick
blanket that someone had been thoughtful enough to wrap around him after he had
fallen asleep.

Another,
slightly deeper cough caught his attention. Blearily he glanced at the other
side of the couch to see that Yami was still asleep, wearing only his pajama
bottoms, his legs drawn up against his bare chest. The petite teen took a
moment to admire the expanse of gorgeous, sun kissed flesh that was visible to
his eyes.

Damn,
his Yami was so carelessly sensual, so artlessly beautiful with his bronze skin
and exotic, slanted ruby eyes. Even when he was sleeping, the man radiated raw
sex appeal; long lashes just barely touching his cheeks�The dark teen shivered
visibly, drawing Yugi back to what had woken him in the first place.

What
time was it? Yugi turned his attention away from his darker half and squinted
at the clock on the DVD player. Six in the morning?!
They had been down here all night! Oh gods � Yami! The thermostat automatically
dropped at night to around sixty degrees! His darkness had to be freezing.

Cautiously
Yugi reached over intending on waking the other. He pulled his hand back when
it came into contact with unnaturally heated, damp skin. Damn, the other was
sick again. Why couldn�t he have just�?

�Oh Yami�why didn�t you go to bed?� He whispered, more for his own ears
than for the benefit of his sleeping darkness.

Yugi
felt almost sorry for the former spirit. Between his being sick and the alarm
on their house malfunctioning at random intervals, his other half had been run
ragged and it was beginning to show on his stunning, sun kissed features. There
were dark circles outlining those remarkable eyes and his skin had begun to
pale from the lack of restful sleep in the past two weeks.

�Yami�wake
up�� Yugi reached out and gently shook the other awake. �Come on, wake up � you
need to go upstairs and go to bed.�

�Ai-Aibou�?�
Atemu opened his bleary scarlet eyes to see the smaller teen�s concerned face
only inches from his own.

Yugi
scooted back a safe distance on the couch, still hesitant at close contact even
though he knew the other wouldn�t harm him. The action was ingrained, almost
uncontrollable �Come on�I know you don�t feel good. You need to go to bed.�

�Mmmm�tired, I�ll get to it in a little while.� Atemu yawned
and settled back against the couch, wrapping his arms around his stomach in an
attempt to keep warm.

He
was so cold. Why was he so cold? Everything was blurry and distorted. Was he
sick again? Or was he dreaming? Must be dreaming � he could have sworn that he
heard Yugi call him Yami. But his little one had no memory of those times. And
he had strictly forbidden the others from mentioning the nickname that only
Yugi had the right to say.

Yeah,
he had to be dreaming. Atemu nestled back against the comfortable cushions
intent on closing his eyes again.

�No,
come on � I�ll help you. You need to cover up.� Yugi tugged on his arm gently,
trying once again to rouse him.

The
diminutive teen knew he was pushing his luck by attempting to direct the darker
teen�s actions for he knew all too well of the hot temper that lay just beneath
the other�s gentle exterior. But his Yami would never discipline him; he had
proven it over and over � ever since they got home. And Yugi knew he couldn�t
just leave his darkness here in this condition while he started his chores for
the day. He had to get the other to go upstairs and cover up. Somehow.

�Mmm�fine�Grandpa�I�ll go.� The darker teen mumbled
sleepily.

�Grandpa?! You really are sick!� Yugi exclaimed
as he helped the other into a sitting position. �I look nothing like Grandpa.�

�Mmm-hmm�What?!!�

Atemu�s
ruby eyes snapped open the moment he was upright, snapping him quickly from his
hazy half sleep. He glanced over at Yugi, who had jumped back out of reach,
before gazing around the room. It took him a moment to realize that he had
fallen asleep watching his little one once the movie was finished.

Damn
he felt like hell! Atemu knew this feeling. It happened last year too. Only not
to the extent that it had his first year as a mortal. He shot off the couch like
his ass was on fire, his only thought of ensuring his little one�s continued
safety even in his sickly state.

Experimentally
the royal teen shifted his emotions, trying to draw on the shadow�s power. Dark
wisps formed around his fingertips before fading back out of existence. How the
hell was he supposed to protect his little one in this condition?! He was
physically drained - completely useless right now. What if the boy�s kidnappers
chose today to come after him? How would he protect him then?

The
irrational thought refused to leave his mind even though he knew that the
general public was ignorant as to the boy�s homecoming.

�Please�?�
Yugi tugged at his hand, completely missing the fading wisps and their
significance. �You need to wrap up in something warm and rest. We�ve been down
here all night and you weren�t covered up. This isn�t good for you.�

��N-no! I will not
leave you alone!� Atemu swayed where he stood, reaching a hand out to cup the
boy�s face. �I couldn�t bear it if I woke up to find you gone��

�Then�I�ll
go with you. I can read while you sleep.� Yugi countered with a soft sigh.

After
everything his darker half had done for him, Yugi felt that he could at least
attempt to return the favor. After all, if it weren�t for his Yami he would be
locked up somewhere still believing that he was bound to another�s whims and
sick fantasies.

�Uh-uh.
I�m not about to keep you locked up due to my problems. I will grab a blanket
and sit down here.� Atemu�s hand left the boy�s face, wandering down his arm to
squeeze his hand softly. �It�s not fair to you.�

�It�s
okay�really. You won�t rest down here. I know you, you never do. Please, let me
take care of you�If it makes you feel better I can call Bakura over and he can
watch the house.�

�No!�
Atemu snapped. �I don�t want him here!�

Yugi
flinched slightly at the irritated tone, knowing that he had overstepped his
bounds. But his reaction went unnoticed by Atemu as the darker teen attempted
to clear his pounding head.

The
former Pharaoh worried at his bottom lip as he tried to form a coherent
thought. He didn�t want to have to explain his pathetic condition to his
friend. There had to be another way. Seto�s men were
still watching over the house � they would be fine without the Thief�s
interference.

Stubbornly,
Atemu snatched up the blanket and sat back down on the couch. He would just sit
down here and doze for a while. As long as he could hear what was going on with
Yugi they would get through the day without incident. There was no way he was
going to allow Bakura over here! He would never hear the end of it!

�I
am sorry Aibou.� Atemu apologized for his tone. �I will rest down here for the
day.�

Yugi
shrugged it off, curling back up on the couch to watch his darker half with an
unsure expression. �If you�re sure. I just want you to
be okay��

Atemu
watched tiredly as Yugi fidgeted with his hands, uncertain as to what to do.
Heavy eyelids fluttered a couple of times as the sick teen fought to stay awake
and soon conscious thought was no more.

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Yugi
jumped in fright as the door to the house was thrown open with enough force to
send it back against the wall with a loud thud. He turned his wide amethyst
gaze in the direction of the visitors, curling back against the chair in utter
fear.

�God damn cock-blockers!� Bakura snarled as he pushed into the
house. �You do realize that I was this close to getting laid�Right?�

The
taller white haired teen raised his hand and pinched his thumb and forefinger
together to emphasize his point.

Yugi
cringed against the back of the chair at the dark look in those hard brown
eyes, tears leaking from his eyes. �S-sorry Bakura�I�m worried about Yami. He
won�t answer me. I can�t get him to wake up��

Bakura�s narrowed gaze sought out and found
the source of the boy�s worry. He looked over Atemu�s prone form as Yugi
fidgeted in the chair, wondering what was going through the white haired teen�s
mind to give a look so fierce.

As
much as the petite teen knew that the former thief wouldn�t hurt him, he was
still rather edgy around the other when he glared like that. His time in The House taught him well to be wary of
people when they were irritated. It always promised a great deal of pain for
him.

�Don�t
worry about it midget.� Bakura sighed, raking a hand through his snowy hair,
his mind not processing the importance of what the smaller teen�s statement.
�He gets this way every year. I�ll get him upstairs. I want you and Ryou to get
his medication � it�s in the bathroom - and a thermometer. Meet me in your room
when you�ve got what we need. Hopefully he won�t need to go to ER for breathing
treatments this time.�

The
last comment was barely audible and Yugi almost shrugged it off as not having
heard correctly. Nodding to the thief, he raced out of the room - Ryou at his
heels - glad to finally be free of the cumbersome cast that he had worn for so
long.

The
previous comment settled into his brain after a moment and his eyes widened.
His Yami had been to the ER?! What happened? His dark half always seemed
invincible�infallible. What had happened while he was gone?!

�Don�t
worry so much Yugi�he�s made it through worse.� Ryou stated nonchalantly as
they walked into the bathroom.

What?!
The small tricolor haired teen stopped in his tracks and stared after his
friend. Until Ryou pulled him out of his shock and into the bathroom with a
promise to inform him later.

Together
the two teens gathered what they needed and scampered off to the second floor.
They made it into Yugi�s room just in time to see Atemu fighting Bakura�s attempts to get him into bed � and losing. Yugi
watched, stunned. This was definitely a first! Yami never lost a fight. Especially not to Bakura�

�Damn
it! Let me go!� The smaller teen snarled.

�You
will rest! If I have to sit on top of you to make you do it!�
Bakura snapped back at the other teen. �You�re not winning this fight.�

�Fuck
you Bakura! I�m fine!� Atemu snarled back with a scowl, showing a row of even, white teeth in his anger. �I was resting quite comfortably where I was!�

�Oh
yeah, you�re so fine�*cough*bullshit*cough*. Excuse me for interrupting your
beauty sleep cause this was so what I wanted to do with my day!� The white
haired thief returned.

Yugi
and Ryou watched the scene unfold for a few moments before hesitantly
announcing their presence. Twin glares met their quiet comment as the two dark
halves continued their argument, Yugi flinching away from the heated stares.
After a few more minutes the winner of the fight was firmly declared as Bakura,
Atemu too exhausted to continue resisting.

Bakura
tossed the last blanket over the worn out Pharaoh before stepping out of the
way. �I turn him over to you.�

Yugi
stepped cautiously into the room with a bottle of prescription cough medicine
and the thermometer. Upon seeing the items in his hands, Atemu snorted and
turned his back on the room. The royal teen had had just about enough babying
in past two years to last him well into the after life. And that slime lime
green shit was not coming within twenty feet of him if he could help it. That
stuff was atrocious!

�Just
let me sleep it off and I�ll be alright.� He grumbled, stubbornly pulling the
covers up over his head.

Yugi�s
gaze dropped to the floor as he toed the carpet with his foot. This was all
because of him. His darkness was going to hate him for calling Bakura against
his wishes, if he didn�t already. He wished he could take it back, but Yami�s refusal to wake scared him something fierce.

Bakura�s velvet gaze volleyed between Atemu
and Yugi as the smaller of the two seemed uncertain as to what to do. Great,
leave it to Atemu to be an obstinate ass! They needed to know if he needed
medical treatment.

Well,
if he had to step in, none of them were going to like him. But he would fire a
warning shot first.

�The white haired thief turned his deadly stare
back on Atemu. �Okay�the way I see it you have two choices almighty Pharaoh. One � you let Yugi here take your temp the normal
way. Two � I hold you down and you won�t like where we stick that thermometer.
What�s it going to be?�

�Oh.
My. God! Bakura!� Ryou hid his face in his hands,
laughing helplessly. �You did not!�

Yugi
blanched, blushing a deep shade of red at the
insinuation, quickly pocketing the instrument to keep it out of the other�s
reach. There was no way he was going to be drawn into this! It was bad enough
he was having sexually explicit dreams about his darker half. But to have
Bakura threaten the other with a punishment like that�he was not getting
involved!

�Hey!
At least I gave him a choice, unlike you.� Bakura grinned evilly back at his
smaller lover.

Ryou�s face turned an even darker shade of
red. �You. Are. So. Wrong! Ass!! And so going without
tonight for that matter!�

Bakura
ignored his boyfriend�s empty threat to gaze back at the sick teen. �So�what�s
it gonna be?�

Atemu
turned a fiery red as he gazed vulnerably back at the other teen from under the
blanket. He knew his friend wasn�t joking. He could and would do what he was
threatening. He glanced over to his Aibou, who had also turned a deep red at
the implication. It wasn�t that he wouldn�t�he just wanted to be left alone.

He
didn�t want his little one to see him like this. And he didn�t want to be within
ten miles of that disgusting cough medicine that made him light headed and
weak.

�I
might suggest an answer sometime within the next couple of minutes your
majesty.�

Shifting
his ruby gaze back to the one who was awaiting his response, Atemu swallowed his
dignity. �I have no problem with Yugi taking care of me�I just�Never mind.� To
Yugi he said simply. �I am all yours Aibou. I place myself in your tender
care.�

Yugi
sucked in a breath at the double meaning those words held, his face coloring
again. Oh gods � he just had to say it like that! Did the man not know what he
was doing to him with his very existence, let alone provocative statements like
that?

Shakily
handing the medicine to Ryou, he withdrew the thermometer from where he had
pocketed it earlier, approaching his darkness. He slid it into Atemu�s waiting
mouth.

The
petite teen watched those exotic rubies slide shut, Atemu turning his face to
the wall in shame.

Oh
how Yugi wanted to kiss the mortified color from those reddened features. He had
been there so many times � humiliated, exposed. But to see
his darkness in such a position�so vulnerable. The thought tore at his
heart just as it over heated his body.

He
had near to never seen his Yami at anything less than his best. To see him so
defenseless, so human�his heart beat loudly in his chest, bringing forth
feelings that he had thought long ago buried. The need to
comfort, to console.

Bakura
smirked at them. �That�s what I thought. I�m going to head downstairs for a few.
When I get back up here I expect to see you�� He pointed at Atemu. ��asleep.
Ryou, why don�t you help Yugi? I just want to have a quick look around before
we get comfortable. I seriously doubt anyone even knows he�s here, but it
doesn�t hurt to be safe.�

As
the taller white haired teen left the room, Yugi took the beeping thermometer
out of his darkness� mouth. 102! Wow, Yami was really sick! Hesitantly he
reached out and brushed a sweat laden strand of golden hair out of the other�s
face, drawing those gorgeous rubies to him. A slender, bronzed hand came up and
wrapped around his, holding it in place. The moment their eyes lock no one else
existed.

�So
what�s the damage?� Ryou asked, breaking the tender moment as he poured a
heaping spoonful of the thick, almost glowing greenish liquid.

�He�s
running a temp of 102.� Yugi replied, jerking his gaze back to the white haired
teen with a blush.

Atemu
turned his face back to the wall, closing his eyes, feeling quite mortified at
having Yugi see him in this appalling condition. It was his job to be the
protector, to be the one to give solace. What did his Aibou think of him now?

Ryou
capped the cough medicine. �It is rather high. But not enough
for him to need a doctor. We can manage here.�

The
comment brought the former Pharaoh�s scarlet gaze back to the two smaller
teens. Drawing back, Atemu�s features twisted into a mask of
disgust as he eyed the thick, snot-like fluid. They were going to make
him drink that again. Ugh! That stuff knocked him out for an entire day the
last time he took it. And that was after he threw most of it back up. Warily,
he eyed Ryou as the white haired teen closed in on him with the brimming table
spoon.

�Don�t
look at me like that. You know it helps with your coughing and your fever.�

�That�s
only because I�m too busy trying to keep it down.� Atemu replied, his stomach
rebelling at the mere thought.

�Yeah,
well, be that as it may�you�re still taking it.� Ryou shrugged, careful not to
spill any of the vile liquid. �And if you throw it up you�ll be taking it
again. So think about that would you.�

Before
the darker teen realized it, he had swallowed the whole spoonful. His face
turned an odd shade of green as his body tried to decide if it wanted to repel
the vile stuff or not. After a couple of close calls, Atemu was fairly
confident that it would stay put and he slid back down on the bed, closing his
eyes against the overwhelming dizziness. That stuff seemed to take effect the
moment he took it.

Within
minutes he was out like a light.

Yugi
hesitantly sat down on the edge of the bed and took one of Atemu�s limp hands
into his. He hated to see his darkness like this. It was the last memory he had
of the other before he was taken away. His only memory of
Yami as just another, normal teenager subject to the wills of nature and fate.

A
noise brought his attention to the doorway, where Bakura was lounging, watching
the scene with interest.

�This
happens every year?� The small teen questioned quietly, amethyst eyes not
leaving the unconscious teen lying under the blankets. His darkness was so
beautiful, so caring. It wasn�t right for him to have to go through this!

The
white haired thief nodded. �Yeah. I don�t think this
weather agrees with him.�

�But
Yami�s always been so�I don�t know�Larger than life?
It�s like he could do anything�never get hurt � or sick.� Yugi commented as he
turned his worried gaze back to the sick teen.

�He�s
always been so strong. He would never let anyone get away with threatening him,
unlike me�� He thought to himself as he brushed the ever present lock of stray
hair out of his darkness�s face.

�Yeah,
but you knew him when he was a�what did you say?� Bakura�s
eyes narrowed as he stared at the smaller boy in surprise.

Yugi
head shot up at the other�s harsh tone, eyes wide. �What do you mean�which
part?�

Bakura
advanced on the smaller teen. �What. Did. You. Call. Him?�

�Who? Yami?� Yugi
shrank back against the bed, intimidated by the wild look in those dark velvet
eyes.

�Yugi�you
haven�t called him that since you�ve been back!� Bakura said excitedly,
stopping just short of the bed at the look of fear crossing the smaller teen�s
delicate features. �Don�t you�do you remember?�

The
small teen searched through his somewhat fuzzy memories, realizing just what
had finally returned to him. The thought stunned him almost speechless. He
remembered Yami�and Bakura�and Ryou�and Jou�his grandpa�on top of his first
excruciating days in The House - when
they tried to erase his memories of his life, and almost succeeded. His eyes
welled up with tears. This was�this was�oh gods, the feeling was indescribable.

Yugi
turned his tearful gaze to Ryou, who was staring back at him. �I-I don�t
know�oh my gods! I-I�He was my guardian�I remember his being given a body�oh
gods! Bakura! Ryou! I remember! It�s been coming back to me over the past
couple of weeks�just some little thing here and there�but I didn�t�! I finally
remember!�

Yugi
broke out into a torrent of tears. Ryou reached for his hand, and for the first
time since he had come home, the smaller teen didn�t completely withdraw. The
two shared a small, waterlogged smile. Yugi finally remembering what the others
meant to him. That he didn�t need to fear them any longer. They were his
friends. He had friends! He had Yami!!

The
two smaller teens embraced, Ryou holding Yugi tightly as he sobbed into his
shirt. The white haired teen was immensely happy to have a little more of his
friend back. All the times they had come over only to watch as Yugi slid further
and further from their offers of help and companionship and they could do
nothing but watch as he slipped from their grasp. Maybe now
he would finally heal from the wounds those monsters had inflicted on him, both
mentally and physically.

��So what happened to him that first
winter after I was gone?�
Yugi finally turned his questioning amethyst gaze on Bakura, wiping his eyes
with the back of his hand.

Bakura
sighed, glancing out the window to the alley below. He knew this subject was
bound to come up. The white haired thief gathered his thoughts for a minute
before deciding that truth was his best option.

�I
won�t lie to you. He almost died that year. Your disappearance took such a toll
on his health that I had pretty much given him up as lost. He didn�t take care
of himself, the cold that he caught turned into pneumonia. He was hospitalized
for almost a month before he started to take a turn for the better. But even
when he was well again, he wasn�t there.�

�But how?� Yugi questioned again, not satisfied
with the partial answer. �How did he get so sick? And what do you mean he
wasn�t there?�

�He
never gave up looking for you. Even when he was so sick he could barely
stand�it could have killed him.� Bakura replied. �Not once in the whole time
you were gone did he give up. It was the only thing that kept him going. He
lives for you Yugi��

The
small tricolor haired teen gazed tearfully back at his peacefully sleeping
darkness. �Oh gods�I didn�t know. Yami�I�m sorry.�

�There�s
nothing for you to be sorry about midget. Just recover�okay. We�re all waiting
for the Yugi we know to come back to us.� Bakura said as he pushed Ryou out the
door before beating a hasty retreat � his last words echoing back into the room
as he fled. �We�ll be downstairs, just call if you need us.�

Yugi
nodded as he wiped the moisture from his face again. He knew why they had left
so suddenly. Bakura wasn�t known for being overemotional. But what he had just
said, about wanting him back�He was so glad that he had friends like that. Friends that would never give up on him. The petite teen
turned his attention back to his ailing darkness.

�Oh
Yami�I�m sorry. I really am�If I could turn back time�I would. For both of us.� He whispered, running a hand softly over
the other�s angular face, thinking back over the past couple of months.

The
petite teen�s face burned with shame as he recalled his erroneous conclusion
that Yami was his master. But Yami never made a big deal out of it. Took it all in stride. Every point of contact with his
darkness flashed through his mind. All the looks that the
darker teen had given him�his actions. They all made sense. The
possessiveness that he had pondered over for so long�This was his Yami, and he
finally remembered.

��I never imagined�I�m not worth it. Oh
Yami�I�m not worth your loyalty!� Large tears rolled down his face to fall to
the blankets that were keeping his darkness from becoming chilled.

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