My Little Aibou
By: Hitokiri Musei
Rated: T
Summary: Mpreg, YamiYugi brotherly love. Yugi and Yami meet a new villain that may be more than they can handle, but he wants to torture them a different way, with something that Yami may not be able to do…
Warnings and Disclaimer: This is going to be a strange fic, but I'm going to have fun with it, let me tell you. It is a MPREG, so be warned now. As well, Yugi and Yami are extremely close. I mean, come on, after being a part of each other for four years you would have a hard time getting away from each other!
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, although I certainly wish too.
Chapter 1
"Mmmm…."
Yugi stretched slightly, though he couldn't get very far with the restraining limbs wrapped around him. He shifted, moving to his side and snuggling closer to the warmth that embraced him.
After a while he started to grow a little uncomfortable, and he opened his eyes, smiling gently as he did.
His other half was lying just beside him, his face relaxed and peaceful. Even though his yami looked serious and pensive when he was awake, the epitome of the perfect ruler, in sleep he was as innocent as Yugi himself. His normally drawn together brows would relax, softening his face and making his eyes seem larger than normal, even though they were closed, and his dark eyelashes brushed his cheeks. The line of his slightly frowning mouth would disappear, showing off pouty lips and a soft, sensual mouth.
Yugi smiled again as he watched his other half sleep. He got this chance a lot, as he usually woke up before Yami did. The two had only been separated for three months, but they were beginning to get used to it. The problem was, Yami was still too attached to his hikari. He couldn't stay away from him; he was constantly by Yugi's side.
Not that Yugi minded of course. Yugi adored his dark half, and he loved that he still wanted to be around, even though they were separate. Most of the day the two would keep some distance between each other, but at night all of those barriers went away. Yami would wrap himself around Yugi, body, mind, and soul. The taller boy usually wound his limbs around Yugi's, entangling the two together so they couldn't even move, let alone separate.
Yugi sighed slightly, snuggling closer to Yami's warm chest. His dark breathed in deeply, shifting even closer to Yugi and tightening his grip on the younger. Yugi felt the ancient spirit's nose snuffle in his hair, and he giggled slightly at the feeling.
Yugi laid there for a long time, just enjoying the feel of Yami's chest rising and falling against his shoulder, the gentle tha-thump of his heartbeat. After a while he began to feel a little uncomfortable, the bathroom was calling his name. Reluctantly he nudged his shoulder, jarring Yami.
The spirit made a small sound, wriggling his nose and pulling Yugi closer to his chest. Yugi chuckled, and then jarred his dark once more. This time Yami's vibrant crimson eyes slid open, moving to meet his aibou's laughing violet eyes. "Wha….?"
Yugi laughed lightly. "Let me go, Yami. I want to get up."
Yami closed his eyes once more, snuggling back against Yugi. "Mmm… five more minutes…"
"But Yami! I really need to use the bathroom!!" Yugi protested, wriggling with all his might as he tried to escape his yami's strong hold.
Yami groaned, but released the struggling boy to allow him to run off to the bathroom. Yugi gratefully dashed off to relieve himself, sighing in relief.
He came back into the bedroom to see Yami curled up in the center of their bed, cradling a pillow in Yugi's place. The spirit was once more sound asleep, his eyes darting beneath his lids as he dreamed.
The boy chuckled slightly, sitting on the bed and leaning against the headboard. He absently stroked his yami's hair while he thought, his violet eyes growing distant.
Yami had been acting a little strange as of late, drifting into thought often, staring off into space, and being a lot quieter. Sure, the spirit wasn't really talkative, but he was never this silent.
Yugi was afraid that he was getting sick and just not telling. Yami wasn't used to the cold winter months after all, and they had been hitting record lows lately. And the snow that had fallen two weeks ago was still there.
Yugi looked down at his dark, frowning when he noticed that Yami was shivering slightly. The smaller boy slid beneath the covers, and Yami instantly wrapped his arms around his aibou, snuggling into his warmth. Yugi's frown deepened when he realized how cold his yami's skin was, rubbing his hands over the bronze skin.
Yami awoke at the friction, his eyes sliding open and meeting Yugi's. The boy frowned. "Are you okay, Yami?"
Yami didn't answer.
Yugi blinked. "Yami?" He shook his dark. "Atem!"
The sound of his real name brought Yami out of his stupor and he focused on his hikari. "Yes Yugi?"
Yugi relaxed a fraction of a hair. "What is with you, Yami?.! What's going on that's got you so distant?"
Yami blinked at that. "What? I'm fine Yugi, nothing is wrong."
Yugi sighed, running a hand through his golden bangs. "You're just worrying me, Yami. You have been so out there lately! Are you getting sick?"
Yami shook his head. "No! I'm fine, Yugi."
Yami cut himself off as Yugi placed his hand on his forehead. "You're a little warm… I think I'm going to check your temperature. Stay here."
The spirit watched as Yugi left the room, blinking curiously. He didn't feel sick…
As Yugi came back he tilted Yami's head to the side, gently brushing the golden lightning bangs out of his way. "Okay, this is going in your ear, Yami."
"My ear?"
"Yup. It might feel a little strange, so I was just warning you." Yugi then inserted the thermometer into Yami's ear, eliciting a small squeak from the spirit. There was a beep and Yami rubbed at his ear as Yugi looked at the screen.
"Just as I thought. 99.8." Yugi sighed, and then turned away from his other half. "Come on Yami, let's go get you some medicine."
Yami blinked, following his hikari from the room, a little curious as to what Yugi was getting. He couldn't remember ever getting sick, so this was a little bit of a confusing subject for him. Yugi dug in a cabinet, and then got a glass of water, handing it and two small round things to his dark. Yami studied them curiously. "What are these?"
Yugi laughed softly. "Pills. They should help your fever, so swallow them."
Yami blinked, then slowly raised his hand to his lips, dumping the pills into his mouth and taking a few gulps of water. Yugi laughed as his dark made a face. "Nasty tasting things."
Yugi giggled again. "You haven't tasted anything yet. There are medicines that are tons worse, trust me."
Yami made another face, and then followed Yugi into the living room. "Want to watch a movie until Grandpa gets back?"
The spirit nodded, sitting on the couch and watching as Yugi put a movie in the player. "Where is Grandpa?"
"Groceries. He told me that he was going yesterday." Yugi replied, making himself comfortable in Yami's lap as the movie began. With a chuckle Yami wrapped his arms around his aibou's waist, resting his chin on Yugi's shoulder.
Yugi frowned as he noticed that Yami still seemed chilled, his bronzed skin cool to the touch everywhere but his forehead. He reached to the end of the couch, pulling the blanket there over their legs.
'I hope he gets better soon…'
Grandpa returned to the Game shop to find Yugi worriedly rifling through the cabinets. Confused, the elder placed a hand on his grandson's shoulder. "Yugi? What's the matter?"
"Yami's got a high fever and a bad cough, but I can't find the cough syrup!"
The man frowned, reaching past Yugi to join the search. "That's strange. I'm sure the couch syrup was in this cabinet…" he murmured to himself.
At that moment there was a burst of thick coughing from the other room. It was the kind of cough that rattled ones body, and was painful on the throat. Grandpa winced in sympathy for the ill Pharaoh.
He wet a washcloth, knowing that the cool water would feel like heaven on Yami's hot brow. "I'll go look in the bathroom, Yugi."
His only response was a small nod. He moved into the living room, spotting the shivering form of Yami on the couch. He looked awful.
Yami's skin was much paler than normal, but a dark flush covered his cheeks. Sweat was glistening on his skin, his hair damp, but he was shivering beneath the thick quilt Yugi had covered him with. His breathing was rather harsh as well.
Sugoroku gently swept back the damp golden bangs, laying the cold washcloth on Yami's burning forehead. Dazed crimson eyes slid open, and Yami coughed slightly.
"Grandpa…" he croaked softly, wincing at the dryness of his throat.
"How are you doing, Yami?" the old man asked kindly, wiping the cloth over Yami's forehead.
"Came out of nowhere…" the spirit murmured. "I don't think I've ever been sick before…"
"Don't worry, we'll get you well again before you know it." Grandpa assured him. "Now you get some rest, alright?"
Yami nodded weakly, closing his eyes once more. Sugoroku went into the bathroom, searching the cabinets, but not revealing anything. With a sigh he went through the living room, passing by a coughing Yami and finding Yugi standing in the middle of their small kitchen. Tears were flooding down the boy's cheek, and his hands were fisted.
The elder sighed, putting his arms around his grandson in a comforting hug. "He'll be okay Yugi, I'll go to the store right now and pick up some more cough medicine, okay?"
Yugi sniffled, wiping at his face. "Alright Grandpa, I'll go… sit with Yami."
Sugoroku sighed, grabbing his car keys on the was out of the shop. "How strange… Yami was perfectly healthy yesterday…'
Yugi had been sitting quietly with Yami when his senses were suddenly drawn to attention. His head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as his hand stilled in its stroking of his dark's hair.
He watched for a few minutes, but nothing more happened. He returned to caring for his ill partner, gently wiping his hot forehead with a wet washcloth.
Yami moaned softly, turning his head to press his face against the coolness. There was another sound, and this time Yugi gently laid Yami's head back on the couch, standing.
Dark laughter echoed. Yugi flinced at the sound, his head whipping around. "Oh, poor little Pharaoh. Sick, and nearly dying, how awful!"
"Who are you?.! How do you know this?.!" Yugi demanded, his voice trembling slightly.
"Who I am matters not. As for how, why, I made it happen!"