Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own yugioh zexal or any of the yugioh series or any of it's characters.
Warning: This is rated M for a reason; yaoi=gay. Don't like then please don't read or if you do read and like the storyline then please tell me and I will put the lemons in bold next time. :D
Kira: yeah we don't own anything just the story line :3
Kikyo: This was rated M for adult features and future smut to come.
Kira: We aren't that far in the series to know how old Yuma is at the end of it all so we are just making it up for now.
Kikyo: If anyone does know then if you could tell us and we will change the age. Thank you. Now please enjoy the fanfic.
Chapter I - a ghost of a friend
Yuma rolled on his back in his bed and sighed. It had been four long years since Astral had regained his memories and had returned to the astral world, which now left Yuma at the age of 18
Yuma had missed his best friend so much that he could never actually bring himself to think about the pale blue being who used to bombard him with so many questions, most of them had been really awkward for Yuma to answer like; "where do babies come from?" Or, let's not forget; "Why do humans need to go into the tiled room alone and why do you sometimes whimper in there?" Yuma never did answer that one. He couldn't answer it, it was just too personal and embarrassing a question.
The multicolour haired teen laughed as he remembered all of the weirded questions that the astral being had asked him in the past when he suddenly stopped as he began to picture Astral's pale blue form. How his body was so slim and slender and how Yuma felt like the slightest disturbance on his skin would break the being. Also how Astral would always be floating right behind him and how they would sometimes argue about his naïveté and how on lookers would give Yuma weird looks, as they thought that he was talking to himself.
A stream of tears erupted from Yuma's eyes as he tried to wipe the waterfalls away and calm himself down. "Astral." He whimpered, as he just gave up and let the water works flow down from his ruby eyes and down onto the cream colour bed sheet. He stayed like that for a while; crying, saying Astral's name over and over again like a mantra. Almost as saying his name would somehow bring Astral back to him, which he already knew it wouldn't. He already tried that when Astral had left for the Astral world.
"Yuma, dinner." Akari shouted. Yuma peeled his head up from his pillow, what time was it? He looked at the clock, rubbing his eyes in a desperate attempt to wipe away the tiredness from his eyes. Six o'clock in the evening; when did he fall asleep
The teen shrugged his shoulders dismissing the question and began to get out of his bed when he thought that he had felt something touch his shoulder. He looked around the room, inspecting it for anything out of the ordinary...nothing was to be seen. Yuma released a sigh and dragged himself out of his bed and down the stairs to the dinning room where his gran and sister where waiting for him.
He took his seat, said his grace, and started eating his food. His gran and sister never once took their eyes from the teen as normally the table would be full of chat from Yuma so seeing the boy so quiet disturbed his gran and worried his sister.
He gobbled the food right up and said his thanks and washed his plate then said goodnight to his gran and sister who both pulled a smile and said goodnight. Yuma smiled back at them. He was glad that they didn't ask any questions, he didn't know if he could have taken it if he was asked to explain his unusual behaviour. His friends knew why Yuma was no longer his happy cheerful self as he had told them about Astral, but he had never told Akari or his gran about the astral being. How would he even explain Astral's existence to them in the first place, without making himself sound like a crazy person.
He closed the door to his room as quietly as he could and flopped himself down onto his bed and buried his head into the pillows. He stayed there for a while just thinking and then he raised his head and picked up the Key that once housed his best friend and secret crush. He gripped the key tightly and started to cry. No matter how many years went by Yuma always cried whenever the subject of Astral arose.
A couple of sobbing minutes passed and Yuma had calmed down a little bit. Just as he was placing the key back on the bed stand one last tear made it's way down Yuma's flushed cheeks and onto the Key, Yuma didn't take notice of the event and just placed his precious necklace down and sunk down into his bed where he passed out for some reason.
When he awoke Yuma saw a bright light which temporarily blinded him until his eyes adjusted to the bright lighting. Once his vision had came back to him Yuma looked at his surroundings and he noted that he was no longer in his room. There was a vast space and all that could be heard was the sound of moving cogs. That was when he placed the pieces together. "I'm inside the key. But how? Astral is no longer here so how am I here?"
Just as Yuma had finished his sentence he heard something shifting in the shadows of the vast space and he saw, what he thought to be, a light blue light. What was that? Yuma couldn't tell, the blob just didn't stop moving even when it had seemed like the blur had noticed Yuma's presence. Instead it seemed to pick up the pace but this time it was circling Yuma and when it was a couple of inches away from the teen it stopped it's erratic movements. That was when he saw him.
"Astral?" Yuma said, his voice nothing short of a whisper, almost as if he hadn't said it quietly the pale blue figure in front of him would just pick up it's running pace and run away from him.
There was no response from the Astral being, instead Yuma's only clue was the smile on it's face when he had said Astral's name.
"ASTRAL!" Yuma smiled, as tears began to steam down his face and he reached out to grab Astral to pull him into a tight embrace. However Astral moved back a bit from Yuma. Confused Yuma looked at the Astral being and gave him a questioning look.
Just as Yuma opened his mouth to ask Astral a question he felt Astral's hands on either side of his face and he was pulled down into a passionate kiss. Had Astral always know how to kiss? Never mind that Astral was kissing him. His first love was kissing him! Yuma smiled into the kiss and then returned it with fervour. His tongue glided across Astral's lower lip, asking for entrance, to which Astral more than happily obliged.
Yuma smiled even more and then delve his tongue into Astral's moist cavern, his tongue mapping it out and savouring the sweet taste that was Astral. Astral moaned into the kiss and fell down to his knees bringing Yuma with him, which lead to Yuma laying on top of him still kissing him and only stopped when air was required on his part.
Just as Astral's fingers had strayed down to the rim of Yuma's trousers Yuma pulled back from him. "Why do you back away from me, Yuma? Is this not what you wanted from me?" Astral said, a confused look on his face as his mismatched eyes looked innocently into the teen's ruby one's. Yuma's eyes widened and he noticed that this wasn't his Astral. Yuma pushed himself off of the Astral impersonator and onto his feet. The fake Astral floated up and grabbed Yuma's arm. "Yuma where are you going? I thought that you wanted this?"
Yuma shook the fake off. "I want to do this with the real Astral. I want to do this when me and Astral feel the same." Yuma said, trying to hold tears that were threatening to fall.
A twisted smile appeared on the fake's face as he said, "But you may never see you precious Astral again."
"I know that!" Yuma shouted, which caused the fake to jump back and yelp a little, then Yuma broke into tears and said in between sobs. "I know." The fake looked down and then slowly approached the crying teen and pulled him into an embrace. "What're you doing?" Yuma questioned, still crying.
"I do not know myself what it is that I'm doing. I'm only meant to be here to fulfil your lustful desires yet here I am trying to comfort you." The fake said, his voice void of all emotion, it reminded Yuma of Astral and the way that he used to talk when they had first met each other. Astral was so confused and naive, yet he still somehow managed to keep his voice monotone and emotionless.
Yuma started crying harder. "Astral. Astral. Astral. ASTRAL!" Yuma called, crying. The stream of tears turned into a waterfall as they continued to fall down from Yuma's eyes and down his cheek and onto the floor.
Me: Omg. I hate having to put Yuma through all this.
Kira: Nah. He'll be a better man for Astral because of it.
Me: Still. *walks over to Yuma's sleeping body and pets his head*
Kira: *slaps hand off of Yuma* Don't wake him up. He can't know about us yet!
Me: *turns to readers.* please RR :3
