Well, here's one of my latest fics-

Yami: are we supposed to be impressed or something?

Well, this one's actually finished. .

Yami: O.O Y-YOU…YOU have actually FINISHED a fic? &drops over&

Yes, smart ass, I have. .

Yami: O.O It's the end of the world as we know it!

&thwaps yami& I've finally learned; write entire fic before releasing it. . 'sides this one's not gonna be very long, a few chapters at best.

Yami: O.O …..but…you…you actually FINISHED this one!

. yeah

Yami: O.O

SUMMARY: Yugi and Ryou are sick of watching as those around them are beaten. They're sick of being bully targets. After Yami gets severly injured defending them, they decide to take a stand.

WARNINGS: yaoi. Boi x boi. Cussing. Fighting.

PAIRINGS: YxY, Malik x Ryou

DISCLAIMER: Stands for the entire fic. I don't own Yugioh. I make no money off of this. I also don't own the song, "wings of a butterfly" by H.I.M. Neither do I own the band.

NOTES: the lyrics below are taken from the song "wings of a butterfly" by H.I.M.

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WINGS OF A BUTTERFLY

The blood on our hands is the wine

We offer as sacrifice…

Show them your love

Rip off the wings of a

Butterfly

Yami was bleeding. Again. This time, it hadn't been intentional. But his little hikari would never believe that, not after all the times he'd scratched, pulled, and picked at the itchy, painful stitches on his right forearm. Yugi and Grandpa made sure Yami's arm was heavily bandaged, so that the once-pharaoh couldn't easily get to the wound, which would have been nearly healed had he left it alone. But it was itchy, hot, and painful, and it drove him insane, so he couldn't leave it alone, no matter how much his family scolded.

Yami hissed as he dabbed with a damp dishrag at the bleeding edges of the dark blue thread that held his flesh together. He was leaning over the edge of the kitchen sink, trying to get the bleeding to slow down enough so that he could re-wrap his arm without blood seeping through where Yugi could see it.

"Yami-chan, what's taking so long? I've got the DVD player all set up, and the movie's on pause; I can't wait to see Harry blow up his aunt! Finish up the sandwiches and I'll grab some juice boxes-"

Yami jumped, his elbow knocking into two small plates with half finished sandwiches on them. He winced then whirled around to see Yugi looking at him in shock and horror, his hikari's tired but happy tone gone and his sweet face upset. "Tenchi, I didn't mean to-"

Yugi scrunched up his face and came quickly to the bigger boy's side, his dainty fingers gently taking Yami's injured arm and examing it closely. "Oh, Yami, how could you? It's already starting to get infected!"

Yami heard the tears in his hikari's voice, and he quickly bent down and kissed the smaller boy on top of his head. "Angel, it's alright; it was an accident-"

The little one looked up at him with tears in his eyes. "It's always an 'accident', Yami. " He said softly. Yami bit his lower lip and looked away, his own eyes filling with tears as he used his good arm to pull Yugi closer to him, wanting to feel his hikari's soft, warm body against him.

Yugi's short arms slid around his slim waist, clinging to him, and Yugi pressed his face into Yami's loose red t-shirt, standing on tip toe and trying to squirm even closer and accidentally standing on the wide legs of Yami's cotton, black pj bottoms, the toes of his light blue socks pressing against Yami's red ones.

Yami nuzzled the top of Yugi's hair and glanced down at his arm; it was still bleeding, but not as bad as before; some of the blood was beginning to dry, so he could wrap his arm now. He glanced over at the digital clock on the microwave, above the counter which was next to the sink, then kissed the top of Yugi's head. "Hikari, it's already 8 30; we'd better go start the movie."

Yugi nuzzled against Yami for a moment before reluctantly pulling back with a little sigh. "You're right; we should. Grandpa'll be mad if he gets done at the museum early and finds us still up past bedtime, especially on a school night."

Yami gave a soft snort. "We're still suspended for fighting." His crimson eyes narrowed as he looked down at his arm, and he growled a little. "Though, I don't know how self defense against that two-ton bastard Ushio can be termed 'fighting'."

A couple of new tears trickled down Yugi's cheeks, and his eyes brimmed over with sorrow. "I'm sorry, Yami; if Ryou and I hadn't-"

"No, shhh." Yami lovingly wiped away his angel's tears. "Hush; tenshi, it isn't your fault. Ushio has no right treating others like that. Besides, I'm almost glad Ushio came after me with a knife; if he hadn't, Bakura wouldn't have heard you two screaming and Ushio wouldn't be lying in the hospital right now."

Tbc…

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Review? Please?

Yami: You think people actually read this? O.o?

&looks hopeful&

Yami: You, like this story, is pathetic

&wacks yami&

Yami: . ouch. Review, please?