Hey! I'm new to ff.net but my friend (and another author) Moons of Yami told me that I should post my newest story here. So I took her advice. This is my first story posted so please be gentle. I hope you like it. The title came from a duet sung by Lita Ford and Ozzy Osbourne. So read and review!!

If I Close my Eyes Forever

"If I close my eyes for ever,

Will it all remain unchanged

If I close my eyes forever

Will it all remain the same…"

~If I Close my Eyes Forever- Lita Ford/Ozzy Osbourne~

CHAPTER ONE: DREAMER

            This was never the way he meant to feel. The boy in the picture was never the one he meant to fall for. He thought that if he ignored his feelings they'd just fade away until he no longer had to deal with the lonely nights he spent staring at this picture. He could forget about the light headedness that he felt when he breathed in his scent, or the tingles that ran down his spine as he leaned in to close and their bodies brushed each other. And he knew that was best because there was no way that a guy like him would ever fall for a kid like himself.

            There was no way that Yami would ever fall for him, Otogi.

            Otogi sighed and placed his framed picture of Yami back in the top drawer of his desk and closed it slowly, keeping his emerald green eyes on Yami's crimson ones until the picture was tucked neatly away. He remembered the day he had taken that picture. The picnic, the sun, the blue sky, rounded up with a fireworks display under a beautiful starry night. Otogi had laid next to Yami on that blanket, their legs thoughtlessly touching. He was almost positive that Yami hadn't cared, but it had set him on fire. But nothing was bound to happen that night. Not with Yugi laying on Yami's other side or Ryou on his. But there was no harm in a little daydream right?

            The sad thing was it was no longer a day dream. It was now an endless yearning. He needed Yami, wanted him with all his heart and soul. Yami had grown close to him ever sense their first meeting. Otogi winced. He had been such an asshole when they first meet. It would be no surprise if Yami secretly hated him for what he had put both him and Yugi through. He felt like an asshole.

            Otogi sighed once more and pushed himself to his feet. His legs groaned as they creaked with stiffness. Just how long had he been staring at that picture tonight? He didn't know. Each night his day dream time got longer. One night he would eventually fall asleep with that picture in hand and dream about Yami. Not that he didn't already.

            He was such a sad case. Pawning over someone who probably wouldn't give him the time of day. Besides that, Yami was a ladies man. No matter where they went women drooled over him. Maybe it was because of the way his leather pants clung to his well sculpted legs. Or maybe it was his strong beautiful eyes. Or maybe it was his…

            Otogi let out an exasperated scream. There was no way he could ever get with Yami, not as he was. He was just some lousy game creator that had a hidden side of darkness. Granted Yami himself was born of darkness, but he was the ruler of all that and was able to overcome his urges to give into them. Giving another sigh, Otogi crawled into his bed. He let his final thoughts drift back to Yami and his beautiful face. There was no way he could ever get with him.

            As his eyes closed, one tear slipped down his face, tracing the dark line that was drawn down his cheek. There was no way he could get Yami to fall for him.

            Unless something changed…

~*~

            She watched him from her room shrouded in shadows. On the far wall was a large screen. It was showing her a young boy with long black hair. The color reminded her of her own name. She smiled as she traced his face on the screen. His eyes were closed now but moments ago they had been open, emerald jewels filled with sorrow.

            He only wanted one wish and he felt that he couldn't get it. And that wasn't even the problem. The problem was he didn't have the nerve to confront his wish and see what happened. He was just going to wallow in self pity until he saw his wish fade away into another's arms.

            That was where she came in. She could help him get his wish. There was nothing better then helping out a handsome mortal. It was enjoyable to see the look of pure joy that crossed their faces when their wish slipped easily into their arms and lives.

            "You better not be thinking about it."

            She jumped when she heard the voice and turned to see a tall man standing behind her. He had long dark hair and a strong jaw line. His nose was a bit crooked from an accident he had had while still mortal, and it carried over into his immortal life. He grinned at her, the smile reaching his dark brown eyes and causing them to sparkle.

            "And what would I be thinking?" She asked, flicking a strand of her own black hair over her shoulder.

            "Raven," He shook his head and pointed at the screen that showed the sleeping boy. "You want to help another mortal. Don't your plans to help usually go wrong on some weird level."

            Raven sighed and snapped her fingers. The screen faded away leaving nothing but another cover of shadows. She turned back to her guest and flipped him a sarcastic smile.

            "You know Darien," She held her fingers up in front of his face, "With one snap of my fingers can you can be spending the next week as a rat."

            Darien's eyes grew wide and he took a step back. He snapped his own fingers and the screen popped back up. The boy the screen was now tossing and turning in his bed, moaning, obviously lost in an erotic dream.

            "Go back to your silly mortal." He mumbled before fading out of her room.

            Raven laughed and turned back to her 'silly' mortal. Whoever he was dreaming of she would make his, by any means possible. Pressing her fingers together in front of her face forming a circle, she began to chant.

            "Powers of the shadows, holders of love

            Bring this dreamer his white dove

            Change his thoughts of doubt

            Give him the strength to seek his love out!"

            She glanced back at the screen hoping to see the change come over his sleeping features. His eyes should harden into a look of confidence, and when he woke up he should be ready to confess everything to his dream.

            That's when he did start changing, but it wasn't the one she expected. Her eyes opened wide and she felt a gasping breath lodge itself in her throat. She swiped her hand through the screen causing it to disintegrate into wisps of smoke that faded up into the shadows.

            "Shit." She mumbled. "Darien was right. Hopefully he won't get wind of this until after I've found a way to straighten it out."

            "Raven!"

            She winced. "Maybe not."

            She faded out of the room casting one last glance at where the screen had just moments ago been there. Not only did she have to deal with Darien, she had to find a way to help that boy. But hell, maybe in the process his dream would come true.