Another chapter^^ Sorry if some of you got confused with the part with stranger and the girl in the first chapter. He ATE her, not sucked her blood, so he's not a vampire. I'll try to make that more clear next time. If you have any more questions, ask :)

Now that that's cleared up, here's the next chapter, in Yugi's point of view! Yes, fangirls, Yami's in this chapter too. After all, the story is about the two of them!

Warning: Slight rape is in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or its characters, just the plot and OCs.

Chapter 2: Only True to You

Point of View: Yugi Mutou

I was sitting on a bench in my hometown Domino, waiting for the last bus of the evening to come. My home was about a mile away in the country, and it was too dark and too long of a walk. It was quiet, and the streets were empty, like it should be at night time. A full moon lit the sky, along with hundreds of bright stars. The wind whipped across my face, sending a chill up my spine. It was a little creepy being the only one out, but then again it was a small town. Nothing bad ever happened here, and I knew almost everyone. A streetlight was flickering above my head; finally turning on like it should have hours ago. I giggled. I picked up my camera, and shuffled through the pictures I had taken. They were so good, maybe the best work I've done!

Photography was my hobby, and I especially loved to take pictures of wildlife. It gave me something to do. I sighed. But, it would be nice to have some friends. Life was so… lonely for me. Nobody seemed to care much about me, except for my grandpa. His old age is getting to him though, and doesn't like to do much. Ever since my parents died, things haven't been the best. My high school principle has generously allowed me to have a job. But when I wasn't at school or work, I was kind of like my grandpa's butler, cleaning and cooking, and buying food… FOOD! I forgot to go to the store! Maybe they were still open!

I put my camera into my bag, stood up, and ran towards downtown. They had to be open, or we'd have nothing to eat in the morning! As I reached the corner, a group of guys came out of the town bar. I stopped running, casually trying to walk past them. They got in front of me, creepily staring at me.

"Excuse me," I said, trying to walk past them again.

"Oh, He's sO adOrable!"

I backed away from the obvious drunks, deciding I shouldn't take my chances with them and just suffer through the long walk home.

"Thank you, but I-"

"He's mIne!"

Before I could react, I was pinned to the nearby brick wall, my wrists in a man's hand above my head. He placed his other hand under my shirt, rubbing my skin. "Wha, what are you… STOP!

He laughed and licked my cheek.

"YoU tAstE as GoOd aS yOu lOoK!" He cried, ripping my shirt off and tossing to the ground.

As he licked my face again, I tried to bite him. I missed by an inch, while the man chuckled in delight. He started sucking on one of my nipples. I moaned, crying my eyes out. He went back up to my collarbone, making a trail of love bites down my body. The other men cheered, screaming "FUCK HIM UP GOOOOOOD!" I was terrified, trying to struggle free. The man just kept laughing as he started to pull down my pants. I had never felt so helpless in my life. Suddenly, I started kicking, not caring where each kick was going.

"N… no… NO!" I cried, kicking one of my legs into 'where it counts'.

He grunted in pain, and grabbed me by the neck, trying to choke me to death. I couldn't break free of his grip, and I was starting to faint.

"DIE BITCH!!!"

My eyes quickly open, and I sat up. Sweat was pouring down my face, and my heart was pounding in my chest. Only a nightmare. I wiped the sweat off my forehead, pushing my golden bangs aside. With my hands behind my head, I laid back down, sighing deeply. Tuesday morning had arrived, and sun was pouring from my skylight. My light blue room was practically glowing today. There hadn't been nice weather in a long time, and it was a great change of pace. I could probably take a few good pictures, since the constant storms were done. It would distract me from the nightmare. It was so real, so real in fact that it reminded me of the day it happened. But, the nightmare hadn't finished. It hadn't became a dream

The man had continued laughing, gripping tighter on my neck. I was hitting him for dear life, trying to pry his hands from me. Was this the end for me? The thought ran through my head, over and over again. Who would take care of my grandpa if I died? No one in my family would take care of him, and I didn't want him to end up in a home! Sure, he has never taken care of me –and no one has- but I still loved him!

Suddenly, the man flew onto the ground. I fell down too, trying to catch my breath. It still felt like his hands were still around my throat. A figure was standing in front of me, but I couldn't clearly see who it was.

"Leave him be," a strong, demanding voice boomed, "How dare you do hurt this poor boy,"

"WhO's gOnNa sTop uS? A sQuiRt lIke yoU?" the man teased.

The man kicked my savior's leg, toppling him to the ground. I could've sworn I heard a roar, and then gulps coming from the drunks.

"You're going to regret this night…"

The voice sounded demonic, followed by a loud rip. The men screamed, and I heard tearing skin and growls. But I couldn't see what was going on, as my eyes closed and I drifted off…

When I woke up, I was lying on the street, a teen hovering over me.

"Wh… whe," I choked, trying to ask him where I was.

"It's all right, those men won't hurt you anymore," he answered, using the strong voice I heard before.

He stroked my forehead, trying to soothe me. He looked the same age as me, and well, he looked almost the same as me. Spiky hair covered his head, black with a reddish outline. Golden bangs framed his forehead. But unlike me, he had extra lightning-like spikes instead of an extra little bang like I did. He also had different shaped crimson-colored eyes –unlike my amethyst, cartouche-shaped eyes– which were intensively staring at me.

"Wh… who are…?"

"Shh, it's alright, I'll get you home safely," he replied, ignoring my somewhat of a question.

I was immediately –and carefully- lifted into his arms.

"But, who…," I tried again.

He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"Your friend, Yami," he replied, "Now sleep, and in the morning you'll be home. I'll come see how you're doing tomorrow,"

I didn't know how he knew where I lived, or how he'd get me there, but I didn't care at the moment. His arms where abnormally warm, and he some how smelt warm too. The scent was intoxicating to me, as I was slowly drifting to sleep. I didn't want the feeling to end, the feeling of being cared about. Is this what it felt like?

He slowly started walking the direction to my house.

"Wait… my came-"

"I've got it right here," he whispered, softly placing it in my arms, "Now please, go to sleep,"

He held me with one arm as he tore something off his neck, followed by another rip. In an instant, wind hit my face.

"I will take care of you like no one ever has," he whispered, his soft voice helping me drift off to sleep.

The next morning –just like he promised- Yami came to see me. He was wearing the same outfit from the night before, a black leather shirt, matching pants, studded boots, a navy-blue collar around his neck, and a strange, crimson red pendent. He gave me massages and talked to me about almost everything you could think of. It felt good to talk to someone who would actually listen. But every time I asked him what happened to the men, he didn't answer. Instead, he would change the subject, or would ask more questions about me. He said he had just moved into town to live with his dad, who was well known around here as the billionaire. Why he wanted to live here of all places, I had no idea.

It's was over a year now since that happened, and Yami was my best friend. We did everything together, and he even posed for pictures for me. My grandpa became a lot better, especially after seeing me with a friend. Grandpa still is very grateful to Yami for saving me, maybe even more than I am.

I giggled as I realized something. Yami had been gone on vacation with his father for the summer, and he was coming home today! I sprang out of my bed and rushed into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

After the shower, I put on my favorite jeans and a yellow-hooded sweater that Yami had given me, and raced down to make breakfast. To my surprise, food was on the table. Pancakes were staked up on two plates, along with scrambled eggs and sausage. Did Grandpa make this? But he can't cook. Then who did?

A clatter of pans echoed from the small kitchen. A peeked behind the wall and looked in. To my surprise, Yami was lying on the floor with pots and pans scattered around him. He was rubbing his head, looking disgusted with himself. "Crap, now I've got to wash these too."

"YAMI!!!" I yelled, throwing my arms around him, scattering a few pots in the process.

He was surprised at my sudden appearance, but then chuckled and rapped his arms around me.

"Hi Yugi," he said, rubbing the back of my head, "You're as lively and cute as ever."

I was sure the blush was clear as day on my face. He acted this way to me often, but I don't mind it at all. It makes me feel good and cared about. He hugged me closer to his body, causing me to groan in pain. Geez, he's strong! Immediately, I was released. Yami stood up, and held out his hand.

"Sorry."

I grinned and took his hand, easily being lifted up off the pot and pan covered floor. He led me back to the dining room, eagerly pushing me towards the table. My grandpa was already at the table, slowly eating his food. Half of it was already gone. I shook my head.

"Grandpa."

"Tanth yous foor th meeal, Ymi," he spoke through a mouthful of food. Yami chuckled.

"You're welcome," he grinned. He looked at me and pulled out the chair in front of the other plate. "Eat, Yugi."

"Aren't you going to eat?" I mumbled, pointing at the last plate of food.

"No, I ate at home this morning. Really Yugi, eat, I have some special things planned out for us to do today."

I quickly took the seat and starting shoving the food into my mouth. It was delicious, as Yami's food always was. He didn't think of himself as a good cook, and never wanted to eat what he made. He would always tell me "You need to eat Yugi. Your practically skin and bones."

I quickly finished my breakfast, and then decided to help Yami with the dishes. He washed, and I dried. He kept on throwing soap and bubbles at me. I threw some at him too, and soon we started laughing. My grandpa came in to see what was going on. He chuckled.

"You kids these days and your horsing around," he muttered.

In no time, the kitchen floor was covered in soap. Oh well, it was dirty anyway. Yami and I quickly mopped up the. After everything was done, we walked out the house door –my camera in my hand- towards Yami's silver car. The sun was brightly shining today, with no clouds in the sky, and the grass was a bright green after the days of constant rainfall.

"Where are we going?"

He grinned at me and patted my head.

"You'll see. Just be patient."

I stood on my tiptoes, and threw my arms around his neck. This would get him to tell me.

"Pleeeease tell me," I whined, bringing out my puppy dog eyes.

When I was a kid, I had tried to come up with the best puppy dog eyes that no one could resist. Now with the look perfected, people always did what I asked. Yami placed his hand on my head again. I waited for him to break. But instead, I was pushed back down, my arms back to my sides.

"No," he answered, ruffling my hair in his hand.

Defeated at my own game, I crossed my arms.

"Fine," I muttered, sliding into the leather passenger seat.

"It's not far," he promised, getting in the other side of the car.

We drove off farther into the country, trees everywhere you looked. I rolled down the windows, letting the breeze hit my face, inhaling the smell of pine. I sighed, being very impatient. Every time I looked at Yami, he was smiling towards the road. He must have been taking me to an awesome place. I knew for sure we weren't going far from my home. He new I wouldn't like going far away. It also wasn't someplace fancy. I don't like Yami wasting his money on me, even if he's loaded. It makes me wonder why he hangs around with me. I have no social status at our school, and I'm definitely not rich. Does he feel sorry for me? I looked at Yami again, studying his eyes. They weren't cruel eyes, and Yami was definitely no bully. If he was, he wouldn't have saved me from that gang. What was I to Yami? What was Yami to me? Sometimes we'd act like perfect siblings, and other times like we're… a… couple. But I'm not gay, and definitely not with Yami.

The car came to a sudden halt, and Yami opened my door. "We're here."

Sorry this is 2 days late (not much huh). It was my dad's birthday the other day, so I was busy with him^^ Anyway, you guys probably know the identity of the stranger now. If you don't, don't worry. The identity will be reveled soon, and what the stranger is. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter :)

P.S. A new story is coming soon. For now, I'm gonna give you guys the title and preview:

Pharaoh's Hound

Yugi and his alter-ego Yami find a stray dog on their way back from school. When they bring it home, weird events occur (bad preview).