Hey guys, so I have done some serious debating of whether or not I should start posting this story now since I already have two ongoing ones, however, this has been tugging at my mind for a while now, so i think I'll just post this first chapter for now and see how you guys like it. This story was inspired by but not based on The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe.

Contains Blindshipping/Puzzleshipping, other pairings.

Hope you enjoy! :) and don't forget to review! Thank you!

Warning: This chapter contains scene of violence and murder. Read at your own risk.

As Yugi stood in the middle of the empty room, the sound of wings caught his attention as he turned towards the open window. A smile caressed his features as his gaze fell upon a raven perched at his window. He welcomed it in with a wave, his smile broadening as a boy appeared before him, his eyes a deep violet, warm and inviting. The boy extended a hand towards him and Yugi reached out to grab it. However the soft call of his name caused him to jerk back as he slowly turned his head, only to meet smoldering crimson. He glanced back and forth between the two males as they stood before him. One that was sinfully sweet and the other that was the sweetest sin; both equally DANGEROUS.

Which will he choose?

Chapter 1

Domino-the small little town that Yugi Mutou lived in. He moved to this town six years ago with his grandfather after his parents died. Correction-after his parents were brutally murdered. It was strange when his parents didn't come home one Friday evening. Normally his parents finished work early on Friday's and normally got home around six; which left time for them to watch a movie and spend some quality family time together.

However, as six o'clock came around, his parents did not arrive home. Yugi, being the unassuming, carefree boy he was, figured they were probably stuck in traffic or something of the like. Oh, but how wrong he was. By the time ten-thirty came, Yugi grew anxious. He was home alone then, and it was storming horrendously outside; the rain and wind wrecking the trees and mangling the telephone wires. He wasn't afraid of the storm though, he was rarely afraid of anything.

About a quarter past eleven, Yugi was beginning to grow weary. His eyes were droopy and bloodshot, tired from the long day at school. Just as his head lolled back against the couch and his eyelids fell closed, a knock came at the door; the softest of knocks. Though, it was enough to startle Yugi awake as he jumped off the couch to answer the door. He went on his tip-toes and peaked through the small little peep hole in the door but frowned when he saw no one there.

Placing a hand on the door knob, he nearly jerked his hand away. It was ice cold. The cool metal burned against his skin and caused a sickening feeling to pool in his gut. He swallowed, hard, and reached up to the small chain above the door to lock it, just in case a psychopath was waiting for him on the other side. His other hand reached into his back pocket for the butterfly knife he usually kept with him for protection. Then, ever so slowly, he turned the knob and pulled the door open just a crack. His heard pounded wildly in his chest and his breathing deepened as he stared out into the darkness of the chaotic night.

Seeing no one in sight, he unhooked the chain and stepped out but not before nearly tripping over something. His body stiffened as he felt his bare foot come in contact with something warm and sticky. It was then that his other senses caught up to him and he smelled the putrid smell of blood. His stomach knotted and twisted as his lips curled up into a grimace. He swallowed thickly as he tasted the acidic taste of bile on his tongue, rising from his throat. Slowly, then ever so slowly, he lowered his gaze and suddenly it felt like his very breath had been knocked out of him. His lungs constricted, his heart ceased, and his face drained to sickly pale color as his jaw hung loose, his mouth wide open, gasping like a fish out of water, although there was no sound.

Shock. That was what Yugi was feeling at the moment. Staring down at his father's bloodied corpse strewn carelessly upon the once light brown-now dark red-'WELCOME' mat. A gash was evident on his father's forehead, just barely noticeable beneath sharp, blonde bangs Yugi had inherited from him. What was noticeable was the copious amounts of blood that continued to spill from his father's slit throat; a puddle of dark burgundy pooling around his mangled body, bound in chains.

Still, even as Yugi stared at the obscene sight before him, he could not move, could not scream, he could not make a sound. He was petrified and absolutely terrified. His eyes showed everything his expression did not; fear, anger, terror. He stared at his father's face, those all too pale violet eyes staring vacantly back at him. He gulped. If his father was here, then where was his mother?

Yugi clutched onto the knife he held in his pocket and ventured out into the night. The rain fell harshly upon Yugi as he followed a trail of blood to a large Sakura tree just beside his house. He stopped when the trail ended, stopping in front of a large pool of blood. He felt something hit his neck. He reached up shakily and touched his neck, automatically stiffening when he felt something oddly thick and sticky. He then retraced his fingers and stared at them, shocked to find them stained red.

He inhaled sharply and slowly lifted his head to look above him. Oh, how he wish he didn't. Yugi crumbled. His legs gave out from beneath him as he stared up at his mother hanging from the tree, her wrists bound with a vine of thorns. The bright yellow dress Yugi had seen his mother off in was torn, dirty, and stained, no longer that brilliant shade of yellow; but soiled with blood and mud.

It was then that Yugi lost all sense of control of himself. It was then that everything that he had been keeping inside was let loose. His mouth opened again as a horrible blood curdling scream ripped through his throat and tore through the chaotic night. His screams, however, died as he heard the sound of wings, surprisingly reaching above the volume of the storm. He turned his head upward towards a lone branch and there saw a raven; feathers as black as night and eyes as red as blood that coated his parents. It stared at him, taunting him with its eyes before taking off and disappearing into the night.

It was later that the neighbors had heard Yugi's screaming and had called the cops who promptly arrived to escort Yugi away, however not without questioning him first down at the station, giving way for another nervous breakdown. His grandfather had been absolutely livid when the cops tried to explain that they were just being 'cautious' and considering all 'suspects' 'Suspects? How could my grandson be a suspect? LOOK AT HIM!'

Yugi and his grandfather had moved away a few months after that to Domino in hope of starting anew. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. The day that Yugi moved to the small town of Domino, was the same day he met the town's 'psychopath'. It was the day he witnessed a murder first hand, the day he met someone who he swore was the Devil himself.

A sigh escaped his thin pale lips as he stood up at the sight of the bus arriving at the bus stop. He climbed up the short slight of stairs and pulled himself onto the bus, his deep violet eyes scanning the rows of seats on the bus, looking for a familiar face among the students. Finally, his eyes landed on two of his best friends; Joey and Anzu.

He smiled slightly as he weaved his way through the narrow aisle of the bus, avoiding tripping over anyone's feet or backpack. Just as he sat down on the empty seat beside his two friends, the whole bus went dead silent. Yugi looked up and met eyes with those same dark crimson eyes he'd seen when he first moved here. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as the owner of those blood red eyes held his gaze for a whole three seconds before darting away.

Yugi diverted his gaze and instead focused on the little string hanging from the shirt he was wearing. His body visibly stiffened when the teen brushed past him and sat at the seat diagonal to him. He gulped and kept his gaze away, always feeling so dreadful each time he looked into those depthless eyes of the teen.

"Why is that psychopath riding with us? He never takes the bus!" One student, sitting in front of Yugi, whispered in panic.

"What if today's the day he decides to kill us all?" Another speculated anxiously.

Yugi tried to tune them out as he snuck a glance at the resident 'psychopath'. Luckily, those red eyes of his were facing away out the window. Yugi breathed a sigh of relief.

Yami Sennen. The teen that had everyone on edge. This was the very boy who Yugi had come to fear since his move here. At first, things seemed so normal. He'd seen Yami arriving home from somewhere, hood over head and Yugi had waved to him, trying to be polite and neighborly. However, all he received was an eye roll and a scoff before the other disappeared into the house. Yugi knew then to stay away and oh, how right he was to do so.

Yami was all-around bad news. It wasn't just the stories that got everyone worked up it was Yami's entire demeanor. He wore all black, as usual and had cuts, scars, and bruises littering his face, one visible scar just peaking out from beneath his shirt, rising just above his collar bone. Yugi often wondered how large and deep the wound was.

Yugi shuddered as he recollected all the horrendous crimes he had heard Yami committed and the one crime he witnessed himself. And he knew that today was going to be unlike any other. He knew that some serious shit was going to go down today. And he could all but pray that he wouldn't be in the middle of it.

School droned on slowly as usual and Yugi quickly lost interest in majority of his classes. It wasn't his fault the material covered was boring nor was it his fault that the teachers talked in such monotone voices that could put even themselves to sleep if they listened to a recording. Finally, it was lunch time and he quickly wandered over to the table just beneath a large oak tree where his friends were.

Joey greeted him by wrapping his arm around him and rubbing his fist against Yugi's head which earned the blonde a whine followed by a round of protests. Anzu smiled slightly as Yugi settled down in the seat beside her. "Hey, where's Seto?" Yugi asked Joey, Seto's boyfriend.

"I think he said something about meeting someone."

Yugi nodded before taking a shiny red apple out of his backpack and taking a bite into it. Tristan grimaced at the fruit and shook his head, "Is that all you're eating, Yugi? Don't you want real food?"

"It's okay. I'm not really hungry."

"Yeah, but it's not really health-" Tristan was immediately cut off when Seto's low, raspy voice cut through the air.

"Hey guys!" He greeted.

But no one paid mind to him as their eyes darted past the brunette, straight to the man standing a few feet behind him. Yugi's jaw nearly dropped at the man tailing behind Seto. The tanned man just screamed 'Yami' but Yugi knew this man was not him. The man indeed shared Yami's sharp features and hair. But the eyes were different. They were of the sweetest wine and his skin was the color of rich caramel. Those deep violet orbs met Yugi's brighter violet ones and Yugi sat in amazement as thin lips pulled back to reveal bright, gleaming teeth. Oh, yeah, definitely not Yami

Seto seemed to notice the staring and rolled his eyes. "Guys, this is my cousin, Atem. He's from Egypt."

"Egypt? Damn, man, that's far! What made you come all the way to Domino?"

The teen, named Atem, shrugged casually, "My parents decided to move and well, we ended up here."

That voice was so sinfully sweet, so smooth like velvet that it made Yugi's insides tingle. He swallowed the bit of apple he'd had in his mouth for some time now and winced as it slowly worked its way down his throat. Atem's gaze landed on Yugi again and Yugi could've sworn there was some sort of magnetic field drawing him towards Atem.

"Anyway, Atem, this is Joey, Tristan, Miho, Anzu, and Yugi." Seto pointed out each and every member of their little group.

Atem walked up to Yugi and smiled gently, "Hello, Yugi. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Yugi's cheeks lit up a bright crimson as Anzu and Miho snickered beside him. He shot them a glare before turning back to Atem, "I-it's nice to meet you, too, Atem. I hope you've been enjoying Domino so far."

"I have. Though I must say, it's gotten a whole lot better." He winked, sending Yugi's mind reeling.

Yugi thought he was going to faint but thankfully he didn't. Just as he was about to open his mouth again, the atmosphere changed, a chill lingering in the air as all eyes gazed towards the school. All chatter coming from the students ceased completely as a certain figure walked through the courtyard, eyes focused straight ahead as he paid no mind to the students practically ogling at him.

Yami… Yugi thought and those wicked crimson eyes met his. They held him there, keeping him rooted in his spot. He didn't know what it was about Yami but the man's eyes had this hold on him. Every single time he stared into those demented eyes, Yugi was rendered completely helpless; paralyzed. Yugi gave a visible shudder as Yami passed by causing the smallest and briefest of smirks to grace the darker's lips.

Finally, the heavy atmosphere dissipated as Yami sat alone beneath the sakura tree, positioned in the corner of the courtyard, away from everyone else. Atem let out an audible sigh. "So, who is that?"

"His name is Yami Sennen. But he's bad news, bro. I'd stay as far away from him as possible. He's a complete lunatic." Joey muttered.

"Yeah. He's committed every horrendous crime you could think of, including murder."

"Murder?" Atem arched a brow.

"He killed his father... " Yugi murmured quietly.

"What?!"

Yugi glanced over in Yami's direction and was half-terrified when he found Yami gazing intently at him. Yugi could swear he saw something in those eyes but he tore his gaze away the moment they narrowed at him. He didn't want to piss off Yami, knowing exactly what he was capable of.

"How do you know he killed his father?" Atem asked curiously.

Yugi sighed. "I was there."

Silence. That was the response Yugi received to his reply. His friends looked away uncomfortably as Atem's gaze remained focused on Yugi. "You saw this happen?"

"Well, I didn't actually see him kill his father but on the day I moved here, I saw Yami coming home around maybe eight o'clock. There was shouting coming from his house and then suddenly his mother let out a terrible scream. My grandpa called the cops immediately and I saw them take Yami away in handcuffs. He was...coated in blood. However, he was back the next day."

"Well, that's only because authorities don't want to mess with him." Joey side-glanced Yami, "They know better than to deal with him. Anyone that gets too close to him ends up dead or something of the like. Last year, this kid tried to get into a fight with Yami, thinking he was all tough shit and a day later, he's found in front of the school screaming in terror, talking about the shadows attacking him and torturing him. It was trippy."

"I see." Atem's lips pressed into a firm line as his eyes scanned the so-called 'psychopath'. Yugi glanced up at Atem before followed his gaze to Yami, who in turn gazed back, his eyes flashing with something Yugi's couldn't quite fathom. Atem's eyes narrowed before he looked away.

What was that? Yugi wondered. However, he left it as is. He didn't want to get mixed up in whatever was happening between the two males. Another visible shudder ran down his spine as he continued to slowly munch on his blood-red apple.

Shadow Games by Trixie Riess

Long ago in the ancient past

I remember a life when we first met

In a dark shadow world

Under a big full moon

There and then I could tell

You'd try to break my will

But now watch as I rise

To a whole new height

And my mad battle cry

Will be heard all night

You keep on playing

Those dark shadow games and

No, I won't be beat again

You keep on playing

Those dark shadow games and

All this time I've prayed my friend

So, now you know after time has passed

You can never be sure you're always the best

Cuz I'm back from the shadows

Coming after you

On the brightest day

In your darkest hour