Hey y'all! It's Aurora here with a new story. This randomly came to mind to me earlier today. I'm excited to write up some YGO stories for y'all to read. I'm sure it'll be fun; especially with what I have in mind. I hope you all will enjoy it of course. Hehes

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Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters.

Pairings: Tender and Puzzle. Any others will be implied and/or added like usual.

Amethyst Dust

Chapter 1: Bolt

Yugi

How long have I been running for? I don't even remember. One day all I've known goes to shit, being turn upside down right under my feet. All this time up until then I've been helping out at the game shop. Though I tend to daydream often of a day when I'm given the chance for a better lot in life. Is that too much to ask for? Is it too much to ask for that and finding true love? Or am I asking for selfish desires? Shaking my head, I keep moving, sensing the ominous presence looming after me growing near again. Nope, nope, I can't stop for anything even though my legs are starting to burn. There are a few scratches and scrapes from times I've fallen. Being petite in size doesn't stop me no matter what, using it to my advantage of course as I can move a little quicker than most people. Many questions zoom by in my mind, wanting to know why I'm the one being given a chase through the forest while everyone else goes about their lives as if nothing's happening.

"Aibou, it's foolish to struggle even though you can at your hearts content," murmurs a baritone voice from the shadows.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. What does this masculine sounding person want with me? The thought of resting for a moment is tempting, but I can't allow myself a respite yet. The urge to keep moving in the fight or flight instinct furthers me to continue, not wanting to stop anytime soon when I think a predatory individual is after me. Only being nineteen years old, I know that there's much of the world I'm unknown to. All I have known is the city of Domino in Japan. A few times I've gone out to Egypt and England, but that's it. Never have I gone anywhere else, not thinking there are other creatures aside from what I've been known towards. All this time I thought I might be human, but I know that I hold divine magic at my fingertips to use like my best friends can too. Eventually, my legs give out underneath me, crying out at the suddenness of the fall. Landing on my face, I brace myself with my elbows as I try to get up. Though there's a hand on my back that keeps me on the ground. All I wear is a t-shirt and a pair of ripped leather pants along with a pair of my combat boots. My choker is around my neck. Though my hair remains lying out in whatever way it may fall, having tricolored color type with it mostly being black along with blonde bangs while each strand has amethyst at the tip. My eyes widen in shock when I feel a cool breath at the back of my neck. Eventually I'm given permission to stand back up with some help. The instinct to slap the hands away does rise up, feeling uncertain of what will be the right course of action here. Being face to face with my pursuer has me turn breathless in the presence of someone so beautiful. His features look almost like a deity has contracted him. But surely this must be a figment from one of the fantasies I sometimes have, right? Tentatively, I reach out to have my fingertips brush against one of his cheeks, coming against icy coldness of his flesh. It catches me off guard, having thought maybe he might be hot to the touch like me. To come across something different is indeed something I don't expect. Blinking a few times, I'm not sure what to make of him to be exact. All he wears is black clothes that fit nicely against his form, noticing he has an ample amount of muscle even though he's a lot taller than I am.

"W-Why have you been chasing me?" I blurt out first, not bothering to ask him who he is right away when there are more important answers I desire to have.

Chuckling lightly, he offers me one of his hands in response, "Do you forget, Aibou? It's no matter if that's the case I suppose. If you come with me than that along with all of the rest of your questions will be given the answers you want. You can surely tell I'm not someone you might expect. I'm not here to hurt you if that's what's bothering you. I never harm someone I love."

"L-Love?" I echo, staring at the offering in a distant haze, doubting this guy truly loves me as he claims though my curiosity precedes me, deciding to go along with this since there's no other option available, noticing when our fingertips grace across one another's that electricity passes through them.

"Good choice. I thought you might listen to reason," seeing his lips twitch ever so slightly into a small smile, he leads the way back to his home.

When we arrive I'm met with further surprises. The place is an extraordinary onyx stone castle. The spires descend a good amount into the skies. There are some clouds covering the tops of them. It amazes me that such a place exists this far out away from Domino. Then again, I never have come out here before until now. To see something like this here does spur my suspicions, still wondering what this guy's intentions with me are. Clearly he doesn't seem human, noticing he still has this chilly aura around him. What's his deal anyway? Does he expect me to be awestruck by how dropped sexy he is? Damn, well, it's kind of working if I want to be honest to at least myself. Sometimes I can't help staring at him, wondering what his story is and how he knows me. Catching onto me staring at him, I avert my gaze away while my cheeks heat up at being caught in the act. Boradening his smile, he takes me inside to notice the place is fully furnished. The hues range from blue to black and purple with some reds and golds in the mix. The clash seems to suit here well by the looks of it. Continuing to follow him out of the entryway, he takes me to what seems like a drawing room. Both of us settle down in leather backed chairs. There's a portrait on the wall of a grassy background with wolves as if they're on the hunt. There isn't much else on the wall aside from it.

"Well, I'm sure you have many questions, don't you? First off, my name is Yami Sennen. I'm the owner of this fine place here," explains the silky baritone sounding man of what appears to be early to mid twenties so a little older than me. "You can tell I'm nothing like you. That's a little troublesome to answer, but if it's necessary to gain your trust then I'll let you in on it. I'm a demon if you can't tell already. A while ago, you and I created a contract. Clearly I still haven't done anything to fulfill your deepest desires and fantasies."

Blinking a few times, I pinch myself to feel the pain to notice I'm wide awake. Still, I feel the need to make sure. What contract is he talking about? Have I made one in the past with someone like this? If so, then I think I might of made sure to remember. Though the memory itself eludes me for whatever reason. Frustration sets in as my brows furrow, being unable to recall what he's mentioning in the slightest. There are some nights where I stare at the stars, waiting for the shooting ones to pass by to wish on. Has something from the Underworld been listening in on me? If so, then what? And for what reason? Turning my attention back to him, I do feel considerably at ease with the answers he's providing so far. Checking his expression, I sense no falsehoods about him. Good because I hate liars. Anyone who does gets their lights punched out whether they like it or not. There are certain ways I go about things that might not seem necessary to other people.

"A demon?" I ask, quirking a brow while staring up at him to be met by those ruby orbs that stare back at me. "Are those even real?"

"Why of course," smirks Yami, having a pair of wings appear from the darkness along with a set of horns atop his head, giving a flash of fangs before the features dissipate as soon as they appear. "Do you need further proof? Or are you feeling at ease with what I'm supplying to you so far?"

"I'm good," I hold up my hands in a defensive position, receiving a light chuckle of amusement from him. "You don't seem to be lying to me. So, I think we're on good terms right now. What else can you tell me? I don't remember forming any sort of contract."

"Ah, I see…. Father desires for our chosen ones to forget such things. I never really understood why," sighs Yami, having a troubling look on his face while continuing to explain, remaining patient with me even though rarely do ever people give me such patience. "But it was a long time ago that we met."

"I still don't follow," I look at him blankly.

Frowning, Yami averts his gaze from me as he stares at the portrait with a certain amount of fondness, "That's alright, love. Perhaps spending time here will jog your memory. You'll be here for quite some time anyway."

"What do you mean?" I ask, trying to not show the rising panic in my voice, unsure of how I truly feel if I'm being trapped here.

"Once our chosen step over the threshold into our domain there's no going back. Make yourself comfortable though because we'll be spending a lot of time with each other for now on."

()()()()()

Ryou

Where's Yugi? Where are the others? I think we're been separated for some time, but I'm not entirely sure about it. Each of us are running from something or rather someone chasing us down. Where I've been before has been at my apartment until I got the call from Yugi that we have to run to survive. Confusion is the first thing I felt about it until adrenaline spikes in my veins. From time to time, my luxurious white locks whip against me. It's not an uncomfortable feeling. What I have on is a blue striped white shirt and a pair of jeans along with my sneakers. Slung across my shoulders is my emergency pack, having it on hand in case something like this might happen. Hopefully the others are ok, being unsure of where they've all gone off too though. The sound of footsteps trudging after me spurs me on to keep going, trying to ignore the burning sensation I start to feel in my legs. There's not much I can do about it anyway. At some point. Iahve to stop, but accidentally trip over a tree root. Crying out in alarm, I land on my elbows and knees, grimacing as I manage to get to my feet. Out of the corner of my eyes, I notice there's some sort of movement. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, deciding to remain on guard. Fortunately, over the years, I have learned how to fight, needing to while living in a city full of people that might wish harm on someone like me. Along with the others of our group, I can use divine magic to my aid.

"Who's there?" I call out when I hear the pad of footsteps drawing ever closer to my current position.

"Heh, you'll see me soon enough, dove," says a gruff British voice, sparking recognition upon hearing it. "Besides, I have you right where I fucking want you after all… There's nowhere else for you to run nor hide."

Those words send a chill down my spine. Darting my gaze around my surroundings, I curse under my breath. What he says is the truth, noticing there are infernal wards all around me that box me in. Trying to use some of my own mana, I pant heavily at noticing no matter how hard I try I can't seem to dispel the wards that continue to have me in a corner with no way out. The footsteps I hear draw further and further close to my position until I see the fine features of the individual that's been chasing me. Who I come face to face with is someone I recognize all too well. How can he be here? Why is he after me all this time? These and more questions mill about aimlessly in my mind. The sight of those ruby eyes, wild silver hair, and chiseled pale skin causes my pulse to quicken. I see he's in his usual attire of his tunic, leggings, duster trench coat, and combat boots. His lips twitch ever so slightly into a smirk, gauging what my reaction may be upon seeing him. It looks almost as if he hasn't grown any older than a few years older than myself. Both of us are in our twenties after all. Reaching over, he cups one of my cheeks in his hand while his cool breath wafts over my face. The scent of him encompasses me, shuddering whether out of pleasure or fear I don't know. The reactions he causes within me are those that tend to confuse me sometimes.

"Oh, my poor little dove, it seems I've caught you at last," murmurs Bakura with a flicker of amusement in his gaze. "Shall I take you home with me now? Like I said before…..you have no fucking way out of here even if you decide to struggle to your hearts content. You belong to me after all. Don't you recall the contract we forged?"

"H-How can I-I forget?" I can't hide the stutter in my voice even though I try to remain strong in the face of my own nightmare that haunts me to this very day.

"That's a good kitten then. Come, let's go home," taking me into his arms, Bakura vanishes with me in his icy embrace before reappearing in a place deep underground that's away from any signs of humanity.

"W-Where are w-we?" I voice out, wondering aloud as to what this place is, having no idea what this location is.

"In the Underworld of course," scowls Bakura, making me tense up as I know how he can be if I accidentally provoke him. "Relax, will you? I damn as well don't hurt what's mine. But if anyone does hurt you then they will surely pay hell for their mistakes in harming or even making an angel cry."

"An a-angel?" I echo, eyes wide in shock of his wording, not knowing Bakura to even care about anyone although this does reassure me that at least he's not entirely heartless.

"You poor fool. You don't even know what you are," sighs Bakura, carrying me to his quarters before settling me on his bed as he closes the door before joining me. "Ryou, do you remember where you're from?"

"England?" I ask in confusion, not sure where this line of questioning is leading to.

"No, that's where you were dumped to. They kicked you out of the celestial plain a few years after your birth," explains Bakura, holding nothing back when delivering this truth onto me.

Taking this in, I mull it over a little bit. Can I trust him? Peeking up through my lashes, I study his face carefully to discern there's no trickery about him. No, he seems serious about this. The celestial plain? The name does sound vaguely familiar, but I have no memories of that place. All I know are the ones I have in England and Domino. They're not fake ones. That's what I know for a certainty. They can't be fake, right? Trying to brush aside the rising panic is difficult, but I barely manage to do it. The anxious knot in the pit of my stomach remains though.

"What you know of your human life is all real. Your memories are not fake," assures Bakura, frowning at seeing that I seem to be panic-stricken, reaching out to gently stroke my hair, oddly enough calming me down enough. "Sh, sh, no need to fear, my dove. You're here with me after all. I won't let those fuckers take you away from me."

"W-Who?" I stammer out, not knowing if I truly want to know the answer about it.

"Kami and his celestial guard. They may be after to eliminate those they deserted here on earth to erase their mistakes. But I can reassure you that Master won't allow it to happen easily. Down here in the depths with me you're safe from anyone that might take you away from me. Besides, if they even try taking you away from me I sure as hell won't let it happen."

Oks, that's the end of chappie one. I'm rather pleased with this along with reaching my goal for the word count. I hope you all enjoyed. The next chappie will be out shortly whenever I have it finished being written up. Hopefully that won't be too long of a wait for it though. Until then, please remember to review, darlings!