Chapter 1: Introduction by Fainting.

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It was cold outside, the perfect kind of weather to stay indoors and sip hot chocolate by a roaring fire with the one you love. It was too bad Yugi's boyfriend had broke up with him only a week before. He sighed. Yugi honestly didn't know what he did wrong. The man had just beaten him for no reason, and yelled at him for doing the simplest things. It was a bit of relief that he was gone, but his heart still ached. This was his seventh boyfriend. Would he never find someone who cared? Yugi looked to the heavens as he asked this, hoping for an epiphany or some divine answer. When nothing came he sighed. Maybe so.

Yugi got up off the couch and went into the kitchen, looking at the pan of dinner that he had made, then at the clock. Where was Grandpa? He said he would be home by seven. He shook his head. Probably found one of his friends to divert his attention, that or a really pretty girl. That man could be a pervert sometimes. He looked at the dinner he had made that was getting cold and back to the clock. Yugi sighed again. It looks like he would be eating alone, again. He reached up into the cabinets and brought down a plate and a glass for milk. He served himself some stir fry and sat at the table, eating quietly, and silently wishing he could be with someone who cared.

Yeah right. Like that was going to happen.

*****************************(eight hours later)**********************************

Yugi looked at the clock. Eleven fifty seven. Still no sign of Grandpa. He went back to the book he was reading and managed to get five lines read before he looked at the clock again. Still eleven fifty seven. He sighed. He really hoped nothing had happened to Grandpa. Yugi went back to his book for five seconds before he looked at the clock again. Yup. Still eleven fifty seven. Damn. Why did time have to move so slowly? He sighed. He seemed to be doing that a lot tonight, a lot of it for the past week, as a matter of fact. He glanced at the clock again.

Wait. Yes! It was eleven fifty eight! Yugi blinked. Why was he cheering about time? He shook his head. Must be going crazy. Either that or he was way too bored. Yugi set his book down. Where could Grandpa be now? Let's see…..He was either caught in traffic, which he doubted. He was at a friend's house and too tired to competently drive back, so he would be staying the night. Or he had found a strip club and was too busy drinking to remember earlier appointments. He really hoped it wasn't the last one. The last time that happened he had had to bail his grandfather out of jail, and pay a two thousand dollar fine. Not to mention the embaressment of seeing his grandfather naked. Yugi shivered. Yeah, definitely didn't want that to happen again. Yugi heard a weak knock on the door. He looked up from his book and stared at the door. Who would be here at three in the morning? He got up and walked toward the front entryway in the game shop, wondering who could be calling so late, or early he supposed. Maybe it was a burglar. That made him stop for a moment, but he shook the thought off. Burglars wouldn't knock on the door. Still, he grabbed his grandfather's pistol out of the linen closet just in case.

He was at the door. Yugi quickly checked the ammo to make sure He had enough. After that he clicked the safety lock off and opened the door. He gasped.

This couldn't be real.

Outside was a man who looked just like him. He was naked and covered in blood. The man raised his head to look into his eyes. Yugi hardly noticed their color. He just saw that he was badly hurt. Wounds covered his body like clothes covers skin. His right arm looked like it was at an odd angle. Yugi winced. That must hurt. The man continued to look at him, his mouth slightly open, revealing pearl white teeth. It looked like he was about to say something when he collapsed. Yugi caught him and grunted from the weight. Carefully, so as not to aggravate his wounds, Yugi put his left arm over his shoulder, wincing when the man let out a pained whimper. He slowly dragged the man through the shop and into the back, setting him on the couch. He helped get him comfortable and sighed, stretching to get the knots in his back from carrying him undone. Yugi looked down and inspected his guest. Now that he had a better view he saw that he wasn't completely like him. His skin was a beautiful bronzed tone, his eyes were narrow and his hair had extra spikes that made it look even wilder. He looked around the living room a little frantically. What was he supposed to do now? Yugi blushed when the thought 'have your way with him' appeared. He couldn't do that! He was injured! Someone needed to look after his wounds! The man was probably dying from blood loss right now!

Yugi went pale. He dashed to the phone and called the paramedics. After a hurried discussion that left Yugi very frustrated, and one emergency receptionist very confused, an ambulance was sent to his house. Yugi sighed and sat back down on the couch by the man. Yugi gave a small smile. He looked so peaceful like that. His face was smooth and sharp, strong, high cheekbones accented his pointed chin. A fine nose sculpted down into his face. Yugi couldn't help but wonder if he was descended from royalty. His features were so regal. Soon the ambulance was at his door and he was telling the cops what had happened. He rode in the back, keeping an eye on this stranger. The paramedics treated what wounds they could and made sure that he was breathing properly. When they came to the hospital he was left behind in the waiting room. Yugi sat down in a chair and held his head. This made no sense. Why was he so concerned about someone he had just met? Still he stayed there until the hospital closed for the night. And when he got home all he could think about was the strange man who had come to his door.

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I was weak, so weak, and hungry, so hungry. I needed food, I needed him. I had been watching this angel on earth for a long time. And now that I was injured I could think of no one else. I shivered as the wind blew and made goose bumps raise on my bare skin.

I had barely made it away from my supposed 'mate'. She was the reason I was stumbling down the street naked with nothing to cover him. She had wanted to partake in my body, like she did every night. I had managed to fight her off and escape before she had recovered. Now I was barely able to stand because of blood loss, and that confused me. I had been one of the strongest demons, why couldn't I fight her? Why was I so weak? I shook my head. It didn't matter right now. I was almost there, just a few more steps.

I gasped as I reached the porch, out of breath because I had to step up a step onto the doorstep. I had to rest on the door before I could knock. I could hear soft footsteps walk toward me. The door opened and my angel was gazing at me. I heard him gasp at my state. I probably did look pretty bad. My 'mate' was not gentle. I tried to raise my head to look into his beautiful eyes. Black swirled into my vision and I felt myself tip forward. Soft hands caught me and dragged me inside. I sighed as silken fingers caressed my cheek. My angel…that was the only thing I could call him. He was so gentle, so sweet, so caring. There was nothing else he could be. My angel went away to call for help. I wanted to call him back. My angel couldn't leave me. If he did they would come back, she would too. I didn't want them to find me. Something clicked into place and he came back. He held my hand and murmured softly to me. All of my fears washed away with that sweet voice. I gripped his hand as best as I could. The sound of an ambulance drifted to my ears. I was surprised when I felt myself being lifted. My angel let go of my hand as I was carried away. No! He couldn't leave me! I reached out for his hand. I was lifted into the ambulance. Soon someone got in. A hand came and held mine. The silken touch made me relax. He wasn't going to leave me, he could never leave me. I was grateful for that. We traveled to the hospital where my angel was left behind. I tried my best not to panic away from my angel. He would be here tomorrow. In the meantime I would try my best to sleep for the time being. Tomorrow, my angel would be here tomorrow.

But that was a long time to wait.

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