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Wow! Another amazing amount of reviews for this story that has amazingly short chapters! &eyes sparkle& You.... you really like me that much?
Yami: &flipping through Bitch Queen magazene& No, they obviously love Aibou and I... baka no Shounen Otaku...
Me: &emo corner&
Yuugi.: &having calmed down since last review& Yami! You know you're not supposed to tease Kurumi-chan!
Yami: &whimpers& I-I'm sorry Aibou! Don't be mad! What can Pharoh do to make it better? &clasps hands and grovels at Yuugi's feet&
Me:... For a Pharoh... He sure grovels like a slave...
Yuugi: &holds Yami back from killing the authoress& You can help me reply to reveiws. First up,
moriah93ohio 2009-02-01 . chapter 3
Yay! You updated!
I was hoping that you would. I love this story!
This chapter was really good. Yay! Yami is in it!
Hmm... I wonder what is going to happen next! I love how you got Yugi so jumpy and paranoid.
I can't wait for Yugi and Yami to meet.
Please update soon. I love this story!
Until then...
Yuugi: &smiles& Thank you. But... &twitches, sweatdrops& Why does everyone like it when I'm overly afraid of things?
Yami: &smirk& It reminds them of your innocence, and adorableness Aibou &leans in and breaks Yuugi's bubble&
Yuugi: -.-U ... Just reply to the next one, Yami.
Yami: Of course! Next up is,
alice456 2009-02-01 . chapter 3
that is funny how yugi is jummpy and how the last scene it is showing a caring side of yami.
Yami: &stares at last part, making sure he's reading right& Caring...? Oh... Oh! Yes... Caring... Right Ahahahhaha.... ha &rubs back of neck and stops nervously laughing&
Yuugi: &stares at Yami suspiciously.& Yami? What's wro-
Me: He was actually enjoying your pain &still sulking&
Yuugi: EH?!
Yami: You bitch! Don't poison my Aibou's mind! That's my job! &tries to kill me... again, but is pulled back by an annoyed Yuugi.
Yuugi: Yami... After this, we need to talk.
Yami:... And not the good kind?
Yuugi: ... &untrusting gaze, turns to viewers and smiles& Next,
SRRH 2009-02-01 . chapter 3
i loved the beginning with Yugi being jumpy...and it seems to me that Ryou understands how Yugi's feeling (having a similar experience perhaps? Guess we'll find out.) Poor Yugi getting sick, I hope he gets better soon...that way more can happen with the story, like him finally meeting Yami...especially since Yami seems to be really intrigued with Yugi...wonder how long it'll be until Yami has Yugi meet him. And how will Yugi react when they do meet? Update soon, please...
Yuugi: Again... why are you all so happy about the scaring thing? ^^U
Me: &now de-emofied, creeps up from behind& Because you're so cute... *blows gently into Yuugi's ear&
Yuugi: &jumpsm pants, startled& ... Please don't do that &sweatdrop&
Yami: Get away from him! &hugs Yuugi possesively&
Me: &stares, takes out camera&
Yami: Agh! Don't look Yuugi! It'll steal your sooooul! Begone! &sends camera to Shadow Realm&
Me: &blinks, glares& God damnit! That was the tenth camera this week! Do you KNOW how many family pictures were on that?! Not to mention the price of getting a NEW one?!?!?!?!
Yuugi&Yami: &quivers&
Me: &glares&... Anyway... Yes, Ryou does seem to understand, doesn't he? &smirk& Ah, and I find myself liking a sick, panting, red moaning Yuugi writhing on his bed, tossing, turning-
Yuugi: &blushed the darkest one with a pale complextion can& STOP! YAMATTE!
Yami: &light jagged blush, gaze far away& ... So... beautiful...
Yuugi: &face palms&
Me: &clears throat, fans self& Yeah, so long description short, i like it when he's sick, you can find inuuendo if you look hard enough in any good fic or story when someone is sick. And him being sick will be good for this chapter... really, I'm not lying. And, my guess, is that you'll have to read and see!
Yami: &dabs at nose bleed from my description& N-next,
Jisa 2009-02-01 . chapter 3
Woah, crazy Yami. Poor Yugi! He's sick! :(
Yami: Yay! I like being crazy! I can act out my fetishes that I would never normally show! XD
Me&Yuugi: O.o . I don't know you...
ranmyaku-neko 2009-02-01 . chapter 3
that was really short...and really, really confusing. _ what's going on? though I like the bit of atem/yugi in it^^
Yuugi: Well, essentially, I'm sick and someone that no one can see is perving over me while I sleep and get through a fever... it'll become more clear later. Next,
Moonlight black rose 2009-02-02 . chapter 3
Batta ba ba ba still lovin it! :D
such short chapters though *pouts* I WANNA READ MORE!
*cries in corner from yaoi-separation-anxiety* T.T i wana read more of the awesomenessnessnessnessness-ness
Me: &stares, hugs you& I know! I feel the same way! aka, I'm grounded and I can't go on the internet except for at school but I'm sneaking it at my cousin's house since it's break at my school. &le-gasp!& And you use the 'ness' thing! &becomes charming& My hime... &takes your hand& Will you do me the honor of taking my first kiss?
Yuugi&Yami: O.O
Me: &laughs& Just kidding! I already like someone... &eyes go far away and starry& ... Oh... Iris... &flutters off, blushing and giggling&
Yuugi: W-wait! Kurumi-chan! We still need you for the story! &runs after her&
Yami: She doesn't own us, but she does own a crush on a tomboy &wink&
Killer Love
Chapter 4: Visit
Moutou Solomon was old. He knew this, but didn't care much. Really, being old wasn't so bad... except when people called him lecherous just for being nice to teenagers... Which was uncalled for. But, the thing that did worry him, was death. Not for his own sake, good heavens no. But for his grandson. If he died, then Yuugi would have no one. If he died, Yuugi wouldn't have anyone to care for him when he got extremely ill, like now. He knew Yuugi had friends, but that wasn't the same. He'd doubt that if he did die, Yuugi wouldn't be able to part with the Kame Game Shop, wanting to stay close to his grandpa.
Moutou Solomon used to be an archeoligist. He wasn't anymore. But the fact that his grandson had finished the Millenium Puzzle had still pleased him greatly. The fact that he seemed jumpier lately, had not. He knew that it could be the work of the puzzle, and hoped sorely it wasn't.
The old man stopped a moment as he was about to make some soup for his grandson at the sound of the bell at the front tingling gently.
"Oi! Yuugi! Gramps! You in there?!" Solomon sighed at the loud voice of one of his grandson's friends, Jounouchi. Walking to the door seprating the shop and the house, Solomon looked out to find, indeed, Jounouchi, Anzu, Honda, and Ryou standing there, all looking a mixture of worried and determined.
"Yes? What is it?" Solomon asked, smiling, asking even though he knew full well what they came for.
"Can we see Yuugi, Mr. Moutou?" Anzu questioned, wringing her hands. "We didn't see him at school today so..."
"Yes." Solomon opened the door wide open and stepped aside to let them in. "He is sick I'm afraid. I'm not sure what with, but nothing sleep, soup, more sleep, and perhaps a little medicine won't help." he then darkened slightly. "He hasn't woken up in a while though..."
"When did he go to sleep?" Ryou asked, his green eyes anxious.
"About... six am." Solomon revealed, making everyone gasp dramatically. It was four pm now, so Yuugi had been sleeping for eleven hours straight.
"Poor Yuugi..." Honda murmured, rubbing his left arm with his right hand. "The worst I ever had was a cold... And it was a smaller version of the common cold, so it wasn't that big..."
"Can we see him now?" Ryou questioned, quite abruptly to everyone in the room.
"Yes. He's in his room. But be quiet."
*
As the teens quietly entered the room, they instantly heard the soft whimpering, making Honda and Jounouchi go on edge, before Anzu laid a hand on each of their shoulders and pointed to the bunk bed. Approaching the sound, the sight they beheld had a saddening and slight adorable affect.
Yuugi was clutching onto his blanket, tightly, his breaths heavy, his eyes screwed shut, his face tilted slightly, cheeks flushed rouge, his body writhing and all twisted in his blankets, his star pajamas clinging to him, the few top buttons unbuttoned on the shirt.
After a moment, Anzu commented, feeling bad.
"He... kinda looks cute." she commented, blushing in embarrasment.
"He looks sick to me." whispered Jounouchi.
"....He looks like he's having a wet dream." Honda commented carelessly, only to receive two smacks and stuttered out words from the brit present.
"Baka!" Anzu and Jounouchi hissed, one simply glaring and the other blushing tomato red.
"Don't say something like that in front of a girl!" Jounouchi whispered furiously, willing his blush away.
"But he does!" Honda insisted, and cowered as Jounouchi made a move to hit him again.
As the three began to argue in whispers, Ryou, blushing up a storm, glanced to Yuugi again, having ripped his eyes away and feeling ashamed that he had had been thinking the same thing. Suddenly, he tensed, the reason as to why could have been a thought, but it didn't seem likely. His blush darkened as he stared down at Yuugi, his puzzle glinting against his sweat slicked chest, well the part of his chest that was showing.
"I-I'm not-" he whispered inaudably to himself, glancing to his left. "Just because I- I told you I'm not." his blush darkened ten fold. "It was just a thought, so why don't-" he fidgeted and nibbled on his bottom lip. "I know. I had a feeling..." Ryou murmured, his eyes trained on the puzzle. "So he's like..." he trailed off an d tilted his head slightly, before his eyes widened. "He's almost-?" his brows furrowed, before his eyes widened once more as, of it's own accord, his hand moved toward the puzzle. "No!" he hissed quietly at something. As soon as his finger tips touched the puzzle, Yuugi wailed and Ryou snatched his arm, having regained control of it, back at the sound and the stinging pain.
Finally, the other three in the room turned their attention back to Yuugi, wondering what was wrong. When they noticed Ryou, clutching one hand in his other, glaring down at it almost scoldingly, they simply chalked it off as 'being a brit' as Ryou had usually supplied when he acted strange.
"Is he okay?" Honda ventured, watching as the only girl, and therefore most motherly of the group approach their vertically challenged friend. She touched the back of her hand to Yuugi's forehead, and smiled slightly as he sighed and leaned into her touch, though he still looked distressed, his forehead clammy against her skin.
"He really is spiking a fever." Anzu said worriedly. "He might be one-hundred or one-hundred and two. I'll go find a thermometer." Anzu fussed, leaving Yuugi and not noticing the whine, small, hard to catch, that left Yuugi's lips,
"...I wonder what he's dreaming about?" Jounouchi commented.
"Probably Anzu." Honda smiled a little. "He has such a crush on her."
Jounouchi smirked.
"We really need to set them up some time." it was then that they felt the room grow colder somehow, and the two shivered. Ryou however, seemed fine, though perturbed.
"I-I agree..." stuttered Tristan, rubbing both his arms. "D-did you just get an eerie chill?"
"Yeah..." Jounouchi muttered, "But, you know, with Anzu, Yuugi and her would go together great. They both care about other people more than themselves... even if Anzu is violent as heck."
*
Darkness...
Hot
Wet
Clinging
Cloying
Darkness...
Closing of eyes. Spinning head. Pain assailing wildly, assending rapidly. A sob, wrenched from a sore throat.
'Where am I?!' cried out desperately. 'Why does it hurt so much?!' tears falling against porcelin skin, hands clutching into nothing. Chest constricting. Nothingness. Alone... alone... alone...
A head perked up at the sound of something, something near, close.
Yes
Yes
Yes!
Salvation!
'Hello?' called out, nervous, unsure. Frozen as breath, cold yet hot, brushes against an ear.
'Lonely?' so deep, resonant, chilling, powerful. A shiver. A smirk. 'I thought so...' fingers entangling in a youth's hair. Fear. 'Shhh... I'm here...' whispered, sickening, cruel, laugh on the end of the words. 'Heh...' there it is. A hand sliding down a cheek. Eyes widening. Wetness, thick, odd smelling dripping from foreign hands.
What?
'Delightful, ne?' a finger drawn down. 'Painting is fun' giggle 'I haven't painted in years...' cheek, defined against soft, cold against hot. 'I love to paint...' eyes, suddenly, so suddenly, meeting, red, red, red.
Rubies
Orbs
Deep
Dripping
Wet
Slick
Smile. Cruel. Mental. 'Won't you paint with me?'