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Chapter 4: Mist

The next day has everyone waking up. There are things to do even within this safe haven of thiers. Bakrua agrees to help further Yami train a bit. Marik helps out Amane and Ryou along with Yugi with whatever they might need. it seems to be going along well even though everyone has their indiviudal worries on their minds. Yami, after getting a break from training, walks to Yugi after putting on one of Bakura's large shirts. "How's at him.

"your grandfather?" He asks.

"Ryou healed him. He's back to himself again," says Yugi though seems to still be worrisome about something. "Old age gets to him sometimes though."

Yami nods, "Is…that why your worried?"

"What do you mean?" asks the petite male, tilting his head to the side as he looks at him curiously.

"You look worried. Why?" Yami clarifies.

"Because I know he won't be around forever," sighs Yugi in response.

Yami looks at him before he hugs him tight, "I'm sorry. At least you have family who really loves you and don't sell you to noblemen."

"I'm sorry too," he hugs him back, feeling bad for bringing it up.

Yami shakes his head before he pulls back, "No, it's my fault. I'm sorry for making this awkward. I'll see you around."

Walking away to the bathing area, he sighs to himself. So much has gone by in a short span of time already. What he hopes is that Atem stays as far as possible away from him. With what he's done so far clarifies for him that his older brother is no longer family to him for the damage he's wrought is irreversible. Stripping down until he's bare, he places himself in the freezing cold water, making him hiss before settling down. it warms up almost as instantly as the freezing temperature arrives. Bakura can be seen leaning against the wall, not having caught notice of him though does hear someone enter.

"You children these days get violent very quickly," the elderly man says as he goes over to Bakura. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine," he winces, but doesn't seem all that perturbed by the injuries. "Younger people always don't look too kindly on thieves."

Solomon rolls his eyes, "Obviously. I'm sorry about your... Older brother?"

"Indeed," he looks away, frowning at the memories. "It's nothing for you to apologize for."

Solomon pats his shoulder, "I know it hurts"

"It's nothing I haven't been given before," shrugs Bakura, not seeing why it's such a bother. "Your grandson will be wondering where you are."

Solomon scowls at him, "Fine… I'll go then."

One of his brows twitch in annoyance as he mutters though glad he's gone for now, "Meddling old man... What does he know anyway?"

"Bakura?" Calls out Yami, finally noticing his presence.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm right here," he waves a hand, still leaning against the wall though.

"Do you want a bath?" He asks as he comes on out in a robe.

"No, not really," he admits, averting his gaze from him at the state of his undress.

Yami frowns before he walks to Bakura, holding his chin, "Are you sure?"

Staring into those similar ruby depths has him hesitate for a moment before he makes an impulsive decision, "Only if you join me."

Yami blinks, "Uh, sure. I don't mind a second bath."

"Good," taking him by the hand, he leads him back into there.

Yami smiles as he takes off his robe when he got to the bath, getting inside. Stripping down to be bare, Bakura slips into the warm water with him. it seems rather pleasant, not having known in this town of sorts for there to be a place like this. Yami can't help but purr as he feels even more warmth. He slowly goes to Bakura to place his head on his shoulder, snuggling into him comfortably. Giving a slight smile, he doesn't mind the close and personal approach. it's something he'll have to get used to of course. though he oddly enough likes it.

"So, what now?" Asks Yami, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

"We live out our lives...try to stay out of the Pharaoh's eye," shrugs Bakura.

Yami nods, liking the sound of this plan, "Do you think...he'll come after us?"

"I doubt it," muses Bakura, but he has given this some thought too. "Your father let you go free after all."

Yami nods in agreement to this, standing up though shivers at the sudden chill, "We need to train though just in case."

"Hmm, probably," he murmurs, getting out of the water to dress after drying himself off, not caring if Yami stares or not.

Yami turns around with his red face while he puts on his robe. Sighing, he feels the area to go to his room and onto his bed as he winces at lying down.

Following after him, he sits beside him, "Why do you keep doing that? Do you have an injury or what?"

"I have nothing," snaps Yami, gently rubbing his stomach as the discomfort slowly goes away.

"Maybe we can ask my baby brother to look at you. He's a healer after all," suggests Bakura, frowning a bit at his discomfort.

"Ugh, i don't think I can move," mutters Yami, burying his face in the pillow.

"I'll go get him," rushing out of the room, he goes to find ryou and drags him back. "Fix him."

"I'll do my best," gulping, he goes to see to what's troubling Yami.

Yami's tightly in a curled up, sweat sticking his hair to his skin. His sskin is starting to grow paler as each minute ticks by. It takes a few hours for Ryou to finish up the process. It's not a case he likes to deal with when someone comes down with a severe sort of flue, but he's adept at fixing majority of any ailments that might inflict someone.

When he's done, Ryou frowns, "He has a fever and stomach pains. he probably has the flue or something by the looks of it. Give me some more time here so I can ease the symptoms and get rid of his pain."

"Thanks, little brother," he gives a rare smile, appreciating his assistance.

With his hands still glowing that gentle aura, he gets rid of the pain Yami is feeling while lessening the symptoms. That way Yami will be able to sleep it off hopefully. When he's done, Ryou moves aside.

"There, I'm all done. Let me know if anything else comes up," he gives a soft smile to them before he exits to return to Yugi.

Yugi looks up to smile when he sees Ryou coming, pulling him onto his lap and burying his face in Ryou's hair, "what happened?"

"Bakura just needed me to heal Yami. He's going through some type of flue. He'll be able to sleep it off now with my help," he reassures, holding him close.

Yugi nods, glad that his partner can do such things, "He seemed wierd this morning now that I think about it."

"Yeah," nods Ryou, hoping that he's done well enough to help.

"what do you want to do now?" Hesitantly Yugi asks him, unsure of what Ryou might be in the mood for.

"I don't know," admits the snow white haired man, knowing the day is still young.

"Do you want to lie in bed and cuddle...or do something else in here..?" Suggests Yugi, unsure of which decision Ryou will make.

"Cuddling sounds good... But what's this something else?" hesitantly he asks, not sure if he really wants to know the answer.

Yugi shakes his head, "Never mind. Cuddling works just fine."

"Oh, um, ok then," shrugs Ryou, still wondering what he might of been thinking about though.

Yugi lies down on the bed before pulling Ryou in his arms, kissing his head. Giving a soft smile, he holds him close too. he feels safe and right with Yugi beside him; especially like this. Yugi smiles to once more kiss Ryou but on the lips. He settles further down even more before he allows his eyes to close to eventually fall into an uncomfortable sleep.

()()()

When the hourglass reaches midnight, Seth goes to wait for when Atem is supposed to be meeting up with him. For some reason or another he can't help to shake the uneasyness he feels in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps this might not of been the best idea. No one comes that midnight, making Seth even more worrisome about this. Deciding to wait there a bit longer, he glances around to wonder why Atem is late. Atem has yet to still come to meet up with him

"where is he?" hisses Seth to himself.

"Here," an unfamiliar voice chuckles as Seth turns to feel his eyes widen when he sees Atem unconscious on the floor, noticing his head bleeding as well as his chest, stomach, and bicep to become extremely pale while The unknown person smirks at them.

Going to him, Seth brings out his staff which glows a soft sapphire hue, healing him before turning his attention to the assailant.

"Who are you? What do you want?" demands the priest to know.

"Nothing. And no one. I just want to torture the soon to be king. Toodles," the person laughs before leaving.

"Foolish prince... Are you trying to make things difficult?" sighs Seth, picking him up to go find Isis to get him some proper medical attention.

Atem groans as he starts to wake, noticing his eyes flutter, "It's not my fault…."

"Yes, it is," hisses Seth, reaching the priestess's quarters to knock on the door, holding the battered Atem in his arms.

Isis opens the door as her eyes widen in shock, "Yes? Seth, what have you done?"

"Nothing. he walked into a trap by someone trying to torment him," replies the brown haired man icily, setting Atem down for her to get to work on patching him up.

Isis sighs, guessing she'll have to look into this further on her own time later, "Well, he's definetly not doing anything for a long ass time."

"Indeed," confirms Seth, crossing his arms a bit as he still feels indignat at being accused for being the culprit.

Isis rolls her eyes at his attitude before she heals Atem up, hitting him on the head, "Stupid child…"

"Thanks for healing him at such a late hour," says the priest quietly.

Isis gives a slight nod, "I'm up at any hour. Let me know if anything else happens or if he grows worse into a worse condition."

"Will he be alright now?" he asks, worrying a little bit.

Isis nods once more as she reassures him, "Yeah, but when he wakes up he won't be. Please keep him in his room. He can't do anything extreme for about a week or two."

"Alright, I'll do my best," he agrees, sighing in annoyance of the prince being so foolish to put himself in danger.

Atem groans as he wakes up to weakly look at Seth, chuckling a bit, "Surprise…"

"Don't be so stupid again," grumbles Seth, taking him to his room before putting him down on his bed.

Atem snuggles into the blankets though winces at his stomach, "Fuck me…Has the person done some damage to my body against the wall.?"

"It seems so... You were on the floor bleeding when I found you," says Seth, sitting in a chair nearby.

"It hurts a lot," mumbles out Atem as he lies on his back, looking at Seth with an unreadable expression. "You were worried…"

"Yes," raising a brow, he wonders why he's asking that out of everything else he might question him for. "Isis says you're to have bedrest for a few weeks."

"You're more than worried," Atem sits up to grab Seth's hand, pulling him close to look straight in his eyes.

"What about it?" his expression softens a little, tensing at first though then relaxes at the prince's touch.

Atem places a hand on Seth's cheek, stroking the skin gently. His initial reaction is to recoil, but something about Atem keeps him put. It's something that infruties, but also intrigues him. Supposedly it's something else to chalk up as a mystery for what a royal can do to someone else given the amount of time they're around one another and such. It still puzzles him though, frustrating him to want to know the meaning of this.

"What are you doing?" he asks in concern.

"You have another emotion...a wierd emotion," murmurs Atem, gasping as Seth leans down to let their lips stroke each other for a second.

"I'm not heartless, but what my uncle has taught me is not to let anyone in," sighs Seth, pulling himself back albiet with some reluctance. "I have to be cold..."

Atem looks down, playing with his hands, "Father has showed me that as well…"

"The Pharaoh is only doing what he feels is best," sighs Seth, sometimes questioning his decisions although he can't do anything to go against what his pharaoh asks of him.

"Maybe we can..break out together.," voices Atem as he looks away, feeling heat rush up to his cheeks.

"That's tempting, but we can't. We have our places here," he looks away too, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of how the idea speaks to him.

Atem grabs Seth's hands, "But we can get out of this hell hole..Seth, our lives can get better, than what we have now."

"think of it this way...if and when you're Pharaoh then you can lead as you see fit instead of how your father is," he tries to persuade him, not feelign that fleeing is the right choice.

Atem pulls his arms back, "This world is already currupted as it is…."

"You must rest. I'll come check on you in the morning," he says, gently taking his hands out of Atem's grasp before leaving, closing the door quietly behind him.

Atem sighs to himself, shaking his head. He lies down on his bed as he closes his eyes, trying to ignore the deep feeling nagging at him in his heart. As he has many thoughts weighing down heavily on his mind. The lands as they are now aren't to his liking. It's a good thought to think on about what Seth has left him with, but isn't entirely sure if that's the right choice for him to make either.

One way or another I'll do what I think is best.

()()()

The next day, Ryou gets up from the bed. for some reason, he feels worry rise up, hoping that his siblings will be ok Here He's seen Amane from time to time, but they've been off doing their own things.

Yugi groans as he wakes up, his eyes opening and sitting up to stretch, "Ry? What's wrong?"

"I don't know," admits the albino, noticing it's morning now.

Yugi goes to Ryou to hug him tight. Hugging him back, ryou feels comfort with this embrace given between them. It helps, but he still worries about his siblings even though he knows fully well that they can handle themselves well enough on their own. It doesn't dispel even a fraction of what he still feels bothering his mind. Bakura comes into the room for his gaze to look around worridly. It seems that he's been having a few too many sleepless nights.

Catching notice of him, Yugi frowns, "Bakura?"

"W-What's wrong?" Ryou asks, seeing the look in his older brother's gaze.

"Yami isn't responding to anything," replies Bakura simply, being direct with his answer instead of wasting time.

"What?" this puts Ryou on alert, rushing to find him.

Yami seems to be quite pale, panting, and sweating. He's shivering as well as flinching. He mumbles from time to time in his sleep. A very light color of red can be seen in his arms. going to his side, Ryou gets right away to work. Oddly enough, Yami stops doing what he has been doing. He slowly opens his eyes to look at Ryou, sitting upright to appear as if his efforts have been put to good use.

"A-Are you ok?" he asks cautiously.

"Um, yeah. I'm just a little tired. What happened?" Yami wants to know as he rubs absently at his eyes looking at Bakura as if somehow he might have all the answers.

"I don't know," says Ryou in a resigned way, looking to his older brother for help.

Yami also looks at Bakura as well, rubbing his eyes more, "So?"

"You passed out," says Bakura, seeming to be quite fatigued with the worry and all.

"Oh..I guess my blood pressure is low," murmurs Yami, blushing as he averts his gaze from him.

"Yes, but you're also recovering from a cold or flue," chimes in Ryou.

"True," Yami sighs, hoping the worst of it is over.

"Rest," says Ryou firmly, leaving the two alone.

"he's right you know," says Bakura, going to sit beside him on the bed.

"I'm not tired though," pouts Yami.

"But you're still recovering," he points out, knowing he'll be stubborn.

Yami looks down, "Ok, ok, fine, I'll try to get some sleep."

"Good, I'll lie here with you," he says, giving no other option about it.

Yami still pouts though nods. It seems as if he's modified by this answer. wrapping an arm around him, he holds him close against his side. the last thing he wants to do now is let him go. It does secretly terrify him at the thought of losing Yami to some sort of illness. He hoeps that won't ever happen. Yami snuggles into him to give Bakura a peck.

"I'll be fine," trying to reassure him, Yami hopes that this might ease him a little.

"How do you know?" he asks, searching his face for something in particular.

Yami smiles softly, "Trust me. That's all I ask of you."

"Ok, I will," he agrees, hoping he's putting his faith in the right place and person.

Yami kisses his cheek before closing his eyes. The two sleep that night. Though Bakura has it in spurts, still finding things weighing down on his mind. Tomorrow will be another day that's come to greet them with its own set of obstacles whether they be great or small. What he hoeps is that they remain safe here forever instead of having to move again.

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