Don't worry, people, I haven't forgotten about my other stories - this one just popped into my head and I have inspiration for it so, viola!
Enjoy 'The Broken Yami'.
Prologue
In a small unobtrusive village - not even that - in South-East England a very strange group of 5 teenage boys had been living quite happily. They lived in a nice two-story country house with a road running in front of it, a large beautiful garden behind and green fields to all sides backed by a dark forest.
The upstairs of the house consisted of bedrooms, how many they had not bothered to count, and the downstairs consisted of a warm white tiled kitchen, a calming baby blue dinning room, a vivacious blood red living room and a refreshing purple conservatory - the walls were made of glass but the furniture was purple - all the rooms in the house, with the exception of the kitchen and the bathroom which seemed to constantly relocate itself, had well weathered wooden floors. All in all the house, with the exception of the mysterious relocating bathroom, wasn't all that strange. So then why were the neighbours wary of coming near this not-so-strange house - because the people living in the not-so-strange house were, what you would call, very strange.
The only person who dared go near the not-so-strange house with very strange occupants was the postman. Far more important was his job, and, besides, it was only once-a-day six-days-a-week. And he only ever came into contact with one member of the household.
The postman sighed as he stopped his brilliant bright red van before the not-so-strange house and waited calmly, as he had for the past few months, for the adorable young boy with gravity defying ruby red edged black hair with golden fore-bangs, always wearing something black or dark blue, made of leather with many chains clinking around his body to step out of the not-so-strange house and approach the van.
As he arrived the young boy, who appeared to be 12 or 13 but was actually 17, looked up at the postman with begging eyes. The postman shook his head sorrowfully in a negative. No matter how strange the boy was he was always very kind and polite and the postman felt terrible that the young boy was awaiting some post that may never come. The boy had never said what he was expecting but he was expecting something. He sent something every week and probably expected something in return.
"Anything?" asked a sweet looking boy with long snow white hair, chocolate brown eyes, pale porcelain skin, wearing a long striped blue and white shirt, sky blue trousers and over-vest.
Yugi, the adorable boy the post man had been speaking to, shook his head dejectedly. The other boy, Ryou, sighed. the two boys turned and entered the vivacious blood red living room where the other three members of the house hold were lounging while watching a duel on the TV.
Silence reigned as Ryou sat next to Bakura, his virtually more evil twin - their appearance was the same but Bakura was more wild, harsh, and wore a black long coat in place of Ryou's over-vest - and Yugi sat on the floor away from the others. The final two of the occupants, who also appeared to be twins, looked to Yugi in concern. The two had tanned Egyptian skin, long sandy locks and lilac eyes. They wore combat boots, beige baggy trousers and a black shirt. The more mischievous of the two, Malik, wore a beige over-vest, like Ryou, and had loose non-gravity-defying hair. The slightly more psychotic of the two, Marik, wore a deep purple over coat and had sharp gravity-defying hair.
The two calmer halves of the seemingly-twins and Yugi were Hikaris - they were the lighter and kinder halves, more into protection than their look-a-likes. The two more sinister halves were Yamis - the more evil and malicious halves, more blood thirsty than their look-a-likes. None of them were twins.
(AN I'm hoping that because you are all already familiar with the characters and their positions this won't be too much to take in.)
"He's never going to write, Yugi. Face it," said Bakura harshly. Ryou elbowed him.
"I know it's unlikely, what with how he changed but...Atem is my Yami, Bakura, and I just can't believe he could suddenly become such a terrible person just because he started going out with Kaiba..." Yugi sighed. Atem was his Yami and look-a-like. Before Atem had started going out his 'high and mighty' rival, Kaiba, he and Yugi had been very close, they had trusted each other with everything. And then everything changed. Atem became mean, horrible and awfully distant - or superior - and eventually Yugi couldn't take it anymore.
When Ryou, Bakura, Malik and Marik had told him their plan to go to England he had decided to come along, to which they were overjoyed. In his time there Yugi had been very happy and loved, but he still missed Atem, a Yami and Hikari weren't ment to be separated. And, after everything they'd been through together, Yugi couldn't believe that Atem could change so completely. They had warned Yugi that there was something wrong with Kaiba, and that may have proved it.
"I know, Yugi. But Kaiba is infected and he may have infected Atem to change him into what he is now," Malik said sadly. Marik hugged him close.
Suddenly, Bakura smirked and, fast as lightning, he had Yugi on his lap. He leaned down so he was near Yugi's ear and said in clear but seducing voice "Looks like little Yugi needs a pick me up." Then Marik and Malik, cottoning on to the idea, smirked and joined in, running their hands along Yugi's body cause him to blush fiercely. Ryou gave a small smile, ran his fingers gently along Yug's chin and, carefully guiding Yugi towards him, gave him a sweet and comforting kiss. Yugi moaned into it from all the attention.
"If you three don't mind," panted Ryou, pulling away. "I believe today's my turn." And with that he lifted Yugi out of Bakura's arms and carried up him the stairs to one of the many bedrooms.
"And I was all excited too!" moaned Marik throwing his arms in the air and leaning comfortably against Bakura.
"But Ryou's right, it is his turn," Malik mumbled cuddling up to Marik, also sounding disappointed.
Bakura merely ran his hands down Marik's sides and Malik's back causing both to moan. "Who's up for a three-way then?"
The two Egyptians perked up their heads.
Okay...To clear things up in this story none of them have an elected 'partner' as such. They all love each other and so kind of just go with whoever they feel like at the time, they share - a probable new concept to Bakura and Marik.
There's probably not going to be any lemon in this story - possible lime though, if you ask.
Don't worry, Atem fans, this story is Atem-centric so he's not a bad guy, just manipulated before the story begins. And yes, I am hoping to eventually add him to this love pentagram - so that it becomes a hexagon.
It's a bit weird but that's because it was inspired by my reading a few other people's stories and Atem was always a bad guy and, well, I kinda really like Atem so I decided to write one where he wasn't the bad guy and wasn't the great fantastic hero. Atem is going to very, very, very OOC. But that's because he's been hurt and so his personality has changed.
And no, I'm not a Prideshipping or Scandalshipping fan - I don't hate it, I just can't imagine it. I prefer Puppyshipping. I also really don't like Atem/YamiyugiXTea, not that I don't like Tea, I do, I just can't imagine it - it's not possible to me. I prefer YugiXTea. Or Puzzleshipping.
Anyways, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! and I hope you like it.
