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Hovering At the Edge of Oblivion	By : DracOnyx Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters of Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, you would never be able to pry me out of my bedroom, because I would be
eternally trapped in there with Marik and Yami Bakura.

Author's Notes - Hello everyone, and welcome to another episode of DracOnyx' Demented Mind.
I'm sure many of you are wondering where the hell I've been, and why 'Going On' or the sequel to Gravitation (which is currently bearing the title of
'Black Hole') aren't posted yet. The answer is fairly simple, and yet completely complex at the same time.
My muses ran out on me for a while, to be honest. Too many things have happened in the past three months for me to really explain, but the highlights are
that I had a somewhat unwelcome houseguest, my job is draining me of just about every ounce of energy I have, and I am soon to be a divorced single
mother of two. So, as you can probably tell, with my stress level rising way too fast for it's own good, my muses decided it was better to stay away from
me for a bit. I really can't say I blame them, and I hope you will all forgive me. I am working on 'Going On' now (I deleted the whole thing and am
rewriting it from Chap. 1) and 'Black Hole' is currently being stubborn. I should have them up within a few months time (I hope).
Now, as to this story . . . yes, Yami/Yugi getting together is a bit overdone, but this is currently what my muses wanted to write, and to appease them (and
maybe get them working on some of the other ideas I have in my head) I decided to write it. It won't be very long . . . but it's helping me break the
writer's block and the stress levels. So bear with me, and I hope you enjoy it.
-DracOnyx, Marik, and Sephiroth (my muses . . . aren't they sweet? Deadly . . . but hey, they're nice to look at too!)

Hovering at the Edge of Oblivion
Chapter 1 - Dilemma

He was drowning.
That had to be it . . . it was the only description that fit. He was drowning in a pool of amethyst . . . and he was helpless to escape from it.
"Yami? You haven't heard a word I've said, have you?!" Yugi growled, his hands braced on his hips as he glared up at his slightly taller dark. Crimson
eyes blinked slowly, coming back into sharp focus after a few seconds.
"I am sorry, young one," Yami murmured. Sighing, he sank into a chair he summoned absently. "What was it you wished to talk to me about?"
"I asked you about going to see Ishizu tomorrow. She said she has something important for you, and I would at least like to say goodbye before they
leave for Egypt again."
Lights turned back on in Yami's mind with that statement. Ah yes . . . Yugi wished to go to the museum tomorrow to say goodbye to the Ishtars . . . all
three of them. Not something Yami was terribly enthused with, considering that one of the three was his former enemy, Marik. While Yugi had forgiven
Marik easily for what had happened, Yami was still hard pressed to forget that the blonde had endangered everyone he had come to care for, and allowing
his aibou anywhere near the teenager willingly went against every protective instinct in his body. But Yugi was going to insist, as he had earlier, by turning
on those huge, begging eyes of his . . .
"Very well, aibou," Yami murmured finally, giving in. "But I want to stay clear of Marik, if at all possible."
"Yami . . . it's been three months!" Yugi said. "Don't you think you're holding onto this a little longer than necessary?" A smirk crossed his innocent
features for a moment before Yami suddenly found himself in a very uncomfortable . . . or perhaps, too comfortable . . . position, with a lap full of his
hikari. Slim arms wound around his neck, Yugi turning up those amethyst orbs full volume into pleading mode. "I know he tried to kill us Yami, but he
was completely misinformed on a lot of things! Please, give him a chance to prove he's not a bad guy . . . for me?"
Yami sat very still, his muscles locked in shock as that slim form pressed against him, trying desperately to control the urge to simply crush his aibou to
his chest and take those smiling, coral-tinted lips in a brutal, hungry kiss. He bit back a low moan as Yugi shifted, all the blood in his body suddenly
seeming to find certain regions in need of it's attention.
"For . . . for you, aibou," he finally bit out. "I will try . . . for you." Satisfied, Yugi stood up and Yami hid the sigh of relief behind a yawn. It was late
night, after all. "You had best head for your bed than, young one . . . if we are to go to the museum tomorrow, you must be up early to complete
Grandpa's chores that he has for you." Smiling, Yugi nodded before leaning forward and giving him a brief kiss on the cheek.
"Goodnight Yami," he murmured, before running out to the soul room. "Thank you."
The sigh of relief finally escaped as the soul room door closed behind the departing figure, crimson eyes closing as he forced himself to stand, the pain in
certain blood engorged regions making it difficult at best to move. Moving into the secluded corner where his bed resided, he collapsed onto it, crimson
eyes staring in desolation at the ceiling.
Things had been like this for the past three months. He knew he'd always cared for Yugi . . . the boy was the other half of his soul, and he was Yugi's
guardian . . . but it had been nothing more than the caring of an elder brother for a younger sibling until the final duel of Battle City. He wasn't sure when it
had changed . . . he only knew that he realized it when he'd had to literally restrain himself from sending Tea to the Shadow Realm for giving Yugi a kiss
for good luck. He had nothing against Tea . . . well, other than her rather irritating tendancy to prattle on about friendship and the bonds between them. But
when she had kissed Yugi, the surge of jealousy that had run through him had startled even him. Luckily it hadn't reached his aibou . . . but it had
confused him, badly.
Although he remembered almost nothing of his past as of yet, he was sure that this feeling was not normal to him. But in the past three months, he'd come
to discover that it was the truth. Somehow, with everything they had been through . . . he had come to love this small teenager who had released him after
five thousand years.
He sighed, fingers lacing behind his head to cradle it as he thought. Yes, he loved Yugi . . . desired him in a way that was painful but felt so very right. But
there was nothing he could do about it. He was a spirit . . . he wasn't alive anymore; he hadn't been alive for millennia. The only reason he even existed at
all in this time was for Yugi . . . to guide and protect him through the dangers that fate had chosen to throw at him by choosing him to be the holder of the
Millennium Puzzle. How could he do his duty to Yugi . . . and love him at the same time?
He shook his head, standing up to strip himself of the leather Yugi was so fond of wearing slowly. It was a pointless question anyway. Even if Yugi did
share his feelings, they could never be together . . . not really. Thinking about it as if it could happen would only cause more pros ths than he already had.
Curling into the bed, crimson eyes closed wearily, ignoring the pain in his lower regions from Yugi's unwitting torture with a stoicism born of being
Pharaoh . . . just as he steadfastly ignored the pain in his heart. Weary and mentally drained, Yami slipped into a restless sleep . . . but not before two
drops of crystalline liquid fell to the white silk sheets below from beneath closed eyelids.

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Yugi sighed, stocking the shelves automatically, his mind miles away from what his body was doing. Yami wasn't awake yet . . . which was good, because
what Yugi was thinking of was not something he could share with his other.
From the other side of the shop, Solomon watched his grandson and smiled, shaking his head. Young love . . . and such a love it was. He could see it . . .
had seen it developing since the end of Duelist Kingdom, in fact. Two souls, one the dark mirror of the other, torn apart and finally reunited after five
thousand years, working hand in hand to protect those they called friends, and the world as a whole.
He remembered the day Yugi had first approached him about Yami. It had been just before Battle City had begun . . . Yugi had just come home from
school one day and told him that they needed to talk. The tale he had proceeded to tell would have been unbelievable to many a person . . . but Solomon
Motou had been in some of the ancient Egyptian tombs, and had read the Prophecies concerning the return of the Pharaoh and the Shadow Games. He
had nodded calmly once Yugi had finished speaking . . . and then had startled his grandson immensely by asking to speak with Yami himself.
Even now, he couldn't halt the shudder that went through him as he remembered watching his grandson's eyes darken from the clear, innocent amethyst to
the burning, solemn crimson of the five thousand year old Pharaoh who's name was lost in time. Had he not believed his grandson before that, he would
have after seeing Yami come to the fore. That conversation had been one of the most bizarre and yet intriguing things he'd ever done in his life. Sitting
there, talking with the spirit of a dead Pharaoh in his grandson's youthful and innocent form . . . but the conversation had cleared up one thing that had
worried him. Yami would never do anything to harm his grandson - would, in fact, give up his own life if it meant Yugi's safety. Solomon trusted Yami
like no other person in the world, and that was why he had no problems with the fact that his grandson had fallen in love with the enigmatic spirit who was
so closely tied to his own soul.
"You should tell him, Yugi," he said finally, hiding the smile as his grandson squeaked and spun around in startlement. "I think his reaction may surprise
you."
"Grandpa?" Yugi asked, confused . . . and then slumped onto a nearby packing case at the knowing look in his grandfather's eyes. "How did you know?"
he murmured finally. Solomon chuckled before taking a seat beside his diminutive grandson.
"It is plain as day to anyone who knows you, Yugi," he replied, reaching out and taking the teenager's hand in his own. "The way your eyes light up when
you talk about your other . . . the enthusiasm that shakes your entire body when you're going to see him . . ." He arched an eyebrow before continuing
wryly. "The amount of times you've washed your sheets first thing in the morning." Yugi flushed bright crimson at that, and Solomon chuckled, patting
the thin hand beneath his own comfortingly. "Don't worry, Yugi . . . it's natural. I am just glad you've found someone."
"But . . . Grandpa . . ." Yugi whispered hesitantly, "What if . . . Yami doesn't feel the same way?" Amethyst eyes glistened with tears as he looked back
up at the elderly Motou. "And even if he does . . . it's not even possible for us to be together. It's hopeless Grandpa." Solomon shook his head slowly,
his own eyes darkening.
"Nothing is ever hopeless, my boy," he murmured finally. "I wish I could answer these questions for you, but only you and Yami can do that. Perhaps
you can talk to Ms. Ishtar when you go to the museum?" Yugi shook his head rapidly.
"I wouldn't know where to start, Grandpa!" he said. "I mean . . . how do you explain to someone that you're in love with the other half of your soul?" His
shoulder's slumped in defeat. "Besides . . . I can't tell Yami. I . . . I don't think I could survive it if he hated me or was disgusted by me." He stood
slowly, shaking off his grandfather's hand absently. "No . . . it's best if I just forget it. I'd rather have him with me for the rest of my life the way we are
now . . . than have him hate me." Solomon watched sadly as his grandson disappeared into the backroom to put away the back-stock for the little shop,
his posture one of defeat.
"I don't think he would do either, my boy," he murmured, and then stood to deal with a customer that walked in off the street.

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*Aibou? What is the matter?*
Yugi started, almost whirling around to see who had snuck up on him before the term of address registered in his mind. Hurriedly wiping away the tear
tracks that stained his pale face, scrubbing at the marks as if to erase even their memory, he took a moment to compose himself before replying to his now
conscious other.
**Nothing is wrong, Yami. Why do you ask?** He could sense Yami disbelief of that statement almost immediately.
*You have been crying, my hikari. That does not usually happen when there is 'nothing wrong'. Please, tell me what troubles you.* Yugi smiled sadly at
the concern in his other's voice, wishing it was love and not just friendship that prompted his other to ask.
**Yami . . .** he started hesitantly, **I know you don't remember much of your life . . . but do you remember ever being in love?** He sensed his
other's surprise at the question . . . and a flash of hurt? Now why . . .
*I . . . have been in love,* Yami replied quietly. *Is this what troubles you so, young one? You are in love?*
Yugi nodded, then chuckled at himself quietly when he remembered Yami couldn't see him.
**Yes . . . but I don't know how to tell . . . that person. What if . . . what if they don't return the feeling?**
Yami sighed, sinking back into the silken sheets of his bed. Of all the things to be troubling his aibou, this was not what he had expected. Nor was the
feeling of hurt and betrayal that coursed through him when Yugi confirmed that it was indeed the fact that he was in love that was troubling him. He hid it
from the link with his young hikari carefully, making sure that it would not color his thoughts before replying.
*Aibou,* he murmured finally, *If you truly love this person . . . than you must tell them. To keep it hidden will only cause you more pain.* He snorted to
himself mentally at this. To give advice was one thing . . . too bad he couldn't do what he advised himself.
**Did you ever . . . tell the person you loved that you felt that way about them?** Yugi asked quietly, sensing his others growing sadness.
*No, young one,* Yami replied softly. *I never did . . . and now I never will.*
Yugi let the link grow quiet, sensing that his other was upset, if you could ever call Yami upset. He was sorry for having asked Yami to remember
something so painful . . . but it made it all the more clear to him that he could never tell Yami how he felt about him. It was clear to him that whoever this
person was that Yami had loved in the past, he still cared about them . . . and Yugi would not cause him more pain by adding to that burden. Silently he
went back to putting away the stock, waiting quietly for Yami to tap into their link again.
Yami arose from the bed slowly, crimson eyes dark as he dressed before sinking back into the comforting softness. Yugi was in love . . . he wondered
absently who the lucky person was . . . and whether they knew just how lucky they were.
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