Hello! Have you missed me? Well I'm back with the next chapter. WARNING: LEMON AND LIME AHEAD! GORE AND DISTURBING DANCING AHEAD! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Disclaimer: I own nothing. Enjoy.
Falling to Pieces
It didn't take much for Yami to persuade Yugi in to following him upstairs. He shoved Yugi against the bedroom door, indifferent to the surprised cry that sounded through muffled lips as Yami kissed him senseless. He opened the door, guided them both inside then kicked it shut as he wrapped his arms around the young man he was currently devouring. In his heart he knew this was wrong. Toying with and seducing Atemu's boyfriend was not a good idea and someone might get hurt when all was said and done. But in his head it made good sense. Atemu struck him as the stiff type. Probably a romantic who wanted to woo Yugi slowly with roses, poetry and fine dining by candlelight. So it was safe to assume they hadn't gotten this far in their relationship yet. If he pushed the envelope here...maybe it would help Yugi see once and for all that he was not Atemu. Then again he knew he could also be rationalizing everything just to be selfish. Yami had been through hell for weeks and now he needed a distraction. He yearned for it. And sweet, beautiful Yugi was going to give it to him.
Together they fell back on the bed and Yami made quick work of ridding Yugi of the blue long-sleeved shirt he'd been wearing. Smriking at the younger he lifted his shirt off of his own body and tossed it to the floor, watching Yugi blush as he stared at his body like so many others had. He was desireable. He knew. But today he didn't want money. He just wanted Yugi. He eyed the boy appreciatively, noting his lean muscles and creamy skin. Was Yugi athletic? Fuck it. He'd ask later. Yami slowly caressed his hand down Yugi's face...then his chest letting his fingernails lightly tickle a nipple on the way down. To the hem of Yugi's light blue jeans. Yami kissed him on the side of the neck and smirked as Yugi hummed in pleasure. He liked that sound. Maybe he could make Yugi do that again? " A...Atemu? What are...?" He nipped Yugi's neck earning a cry that was both pleasurable and slightly painful. He pulled away and stepped back, his face wearing an amused, wicked smile.
" I'm not Atemu, Beautiful. But for you...I could pretend." He slowly reached for the hem of his own pants and then dragged the zipper down. He slowly pushed his pants off with one hand as he stroked his own exposed leg with another. He kept his eyes on Yugi, who in turn seemed unable to tear his gaze away from Yami. Even as he blushed twenty shades of red as Yami stood naked before him Yugi couldn't look away. He ran a hand down his own chest, then walked over to Yugi and crawled on the bed. Yugi moved back as Yami moved forward until there was nowhere to go and Yami had him pinned with his body, his hands on either side of his head and his legs straddling him. " I can be your slave, Yugi. Would you like to dominate me underneath you?" He stroked Yugi's hard-on through his pants and Yugi grunted in pleasure. Yami massaged that place watching Yugi's eyes close in rapture. Gorgeous.
" I can be your soldier to command. Tell me how to win the fight for you, Yugi." He said huskily, his lips descending on to his collarbone, kissing his way down to his chest. Yugi cried out in pleasure as Yami took a rosy bud in to his mouth and began to suck, working his tongue on the younger in ways that had him gasping for breath. He smiled as Yugi's hand came up to stroke his hair. Yugi's soft touch made him harder with want-if that was even possible. His member throbbed against Yugi's leg. " I can be anything you want. Do you want me?" He kissed and sucked on Yugi's chest making him cry out in pleasure. The distraction in place Yami used the opportunity to remove Yugi's pants and underwear from him so that now he was as naked as Yami. He ran his hand down Yugi's lenth and Yugi arched in to his hand.
" Do you want me, Yugi?" He asked again, his voice husky with want. Please, please say it.
"...Yes." That was all he needed to hear. In one swift movement he practically pounced on to Yugi's member taking it in to his mouth and sucking him hard and fast. Yugi screamed in pleasure and arched his back as Yami held his hips down with one strong mechanical arm leaving him free to use his human hand to massage Yugi's sac as he worked on him. Yami made sure to measure his strength. He didn't want to hurt Yugi with his robotic limb. Judging from his cries and moans Yugi wasn't in any form of pain. Good. He could feel Yugi's passion and need...and he was close. He slowed his suction and slowly dragged his mouth down the pusling shaft until his lips were touching the tip. He kissed it lightly and looked up at Yugi, who was looking back down at him with so much lust ( And a little confusion among other things) and unbridled desire. He kissed his way up Yugi's thighs, then his hips, his lower abdomen, his chest all the way to his lips. He needed no coaxing when Yami touched his tongue to his lips. Yugi opened for him instantly allowing Yami to taste him again. And again neither one seemed willing to give in to the other as they fought for dominance tasting eachother along the way.
Yami slowly lowered himslelf down until his member was aligned with Yugi's entrance and paused. If he had to assume anything it was that he was dealing with a virgin here. So a hard and fast approach right away would only hurt the younger boy. He had to take it slow. Let Yugi set their pace no matter where it went. Confident again he slowly nudged his way through the protective ring of muscle and in to Yugi's hot cavern. He whimpered in pleasure and pain against his lips and Yami kept his slow and steady pace until he was sheathed completely inside of him. They broke their kiss with Yugi gasping for air. Yami massaged his hips and nuzzled his neck as he gave Yugi time to adjust to him. " Whenever you're ready." They instinctively pulled to one another and kissed eachother gently on the lips again. Yami just couldn't get enough of that sweet taste. Yugi was in a similar state, overwhelmed by everything and yet impatient for it all to begin and never stop. This glorious feeling of simply being joined with Atemu was one he wanted to last. Feeling bold Yugi rolled his hips earning a hiss of pleasure from his lover and Yami slowly pulled out...then thrust back in.
Yugi cried out in pleasure as Yami took him with long, hard strokes. Yami hit something in Yugi that banished away any pain and when he let out a glorious cry of pleasure he knew. Yugi was completely his now. He rammed in to him with an even faster pace, the younger boy clinging to him and thrusting his hips upward to meet his instinctually. Their pace didn't stop and the friction it created was even more staisfying than either could have anticipated. All too soon it seemed both boys met their release and both cried out in orgasmic bliss as Yami released inside of him and Yugi released on their stomachs. Yami pulled out of Yugi and all but collapsed on his back next to the younger boy, panting. When was the last time he'd had sex and enjoyed it? Too long if he cared to think on it for more than three seconds. Beside him Yugi watched as Yami propped himself up on the pillows and rested his arms behind his head, seeming to completely forget that Yugi was with him. Slightly hurt Yugi sat up, pulling a sheet over himself as he did so and watched him with imploring eyes.
"...Atemu?" He still didn't get it. He sighed a little impatiently through his nose. He looked out at nothing in particular as he spoke to Yugi.
" So, did he ever do you like that?" He asked casually. Yami glanced sideways to Yugi and enjoyed it when he blushed again. Nope. " Did he...do you at all?" He looked down and Yami smirked, knowing the answer was another no. He chuckled and tilted his head in a curious manner. " Do you think he'd have the guts to start now?" He asked, the leer in his voice low and almost mocking.
" Okay I get it!" Yugi cried, looking back up to Yami with unshed tears in his eyes. Should have listened to his conscience. He knew someone was going to get hurt. His face blank and serious he fixed Yugi with a hard glare.
" Do you?" He shot. Yugi trmbled a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. Then he fixed Yami with a glare to match his own.
" You're not Atemu. Atemu wouldn't have meaningless sex with me if he ever chose to. And he'd never talk to me the way you are! Acting cold and callous as if I've done something wrong when we both know that's damn well not the case. You're just acting like an ass becuase you can! Atemu would never behave that way. So yes, Yami , I get it. You're not him!"
" Finally!" He threw his hands up in the air then let them fall as he closed his eyes in bliss, feeling a strong sense of relief and satisfaction. Finally someone was getting the picture. Finally someone could see the lie this was. He was not Atemu. And Finally, finally someone understood that. He could feel Yugi's eyes on him but he was more interested in basking in the immense relief he was feeling then looking back. That was until Yugi spoke again, his voice soft.
" But if you're not Atemu, then how did you get cut up? How did you get hurt so badly?" Yami slowly opened his eyes and looked back to Yugi, contemplating that himself. How did that happen? Even now Yami wasn't sure. Because how it happened wasn't explainable. Wasn't...natural.
"...Kid, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." Yugi leaned back against the pillows with Yami and placed a gentle hand on his real arm.
" Please tell me. I want to know." Yami stared at him for a long moment, his crimson eyes intense and calculating.
" Okay. You asked for it."
He let the water run down his skin, feeling his muscles relax. He rinsed the soap from his hair as he listened to the rock music blaring from his room to the adjoining bathroom. It was the size of a closet but it had a toilet and a working shower. It served it's puropse. And tonight he had to be clean for his shift. Last night some drunk skank spilled a bottle of red wine on him. And while he'd had fun toying with her, he didn't feel like going in to work smelling like liquor. He had gone home and pretty much collapsed from tiredness this morning. Hence, his late shower. And if he didn't pick up the pace he would be late for his shift tonight. He was on in four and a half hours! And he had to dry off, dress up, eat his dinner then catch the fourty-five minute bus ride to work. He viciously scrubbed his hair willing the last vestiges of soap to disappear beneath the spray. Suddenly a sharp pain in his hand made him hiss in discomfort and he yanked his hand away to glare at whatever had worsened his already crappy mood. Then his eyes grew wide. His middle finger had turned a sickening black color, curling in to itself as if it had died. Then he watched as the skin plit fron the tip to drag slowly all the way down his hand, then to his wrist the skin turning black where the cut traveled. Blood leaked feelbly from the wound dilluted by the falling water and Yami's uninjured hand flew to his mouth to supress the sudden surge of bile. The scream of pain and horror he wanted to release.
' How is this happening?! What the fuck is happening-this isn't happening!' His instincts told him he needed the hospital. NOW. But where the hell was the money supposed to come from? He didn't even have insurance. Mommy Dearest never though to take care of the important things. And he didn't know if he could legaly qualify for such things his income and status being what it was. So no. No hospital. He'd just have to live through it. After work he'd stop by the free clinic for a diagnosis. Then buy a cheap medic kit from the drug store, then look up how to take care of the problem online. Yami would bandage himself up and after some kind of home-care he would fix his hand. Possibly request at least the weekend off so it could heal some then it would be okay. He'd be fine. Not like it could get any worse. With this in mind Yami shut off the shower with his good hand, sure he was clean now, then stepped out of the stuffy stall in search of a tourniquet. Finding none, he decided simple toilet paper would have to do for now.
The next four hours and ten minutes found him sitting in the community dressing room looking at himself through the mirror. He looked like hell. It had taken practically forever to get the damn bleeding to stop, and by then he had actually lost a generous ammount of blood. He felt slightly light headed and nauseous. But he needed to work tonight. He couldn't afford not to. But how could he work looking like death itself? His skin was plaer than usual, his body lightly dusted with clammy sweat and he had light bruising under his eyes. He sighed and wiped his face with a tissue, then took out his eyeliner and stared at himself firmly in the mirror. " It's just for tonight. Don't be a fucking pussy, Kujaku. Just get out there and do what you have to do. Like always." He nodded to himself in the glassy reflection feeling his resolve harden. The night's routine was simple: Dance, break, serve drinks, then dance again." You can do it, kid." The door burst open as Yami began applying the eyeliner and Bakura slapped him on the shoulder as he stalked past-probably in need of a quick costume change.
" He Yami, Marik says you're on in ten minutes." Yami nodded and with that Bakura vanished behind the dressing room closet to pick out his next attire. Finishing the last touches of his make-up Yami stood up, then walked calmly out to the club. The scene tonight was one he was all too familiar with. Amber. Silver. Red. Black. Nightime colors all too common to his eyes. Anticipation. Want. Need. Lust. Joy. Fascination. He knew them all too well. The patrons of the Bara No Yakan ( The Night Rose) strip club always looked the same to him merging in to one group face. All he needed to do to persuade them to give up the green paper in their wallets was dance. Dance in a way no other ordinary person could. Dance with sexual promise as his partner. Dance with the devil and flirt with one's desire to entice and invite. Then when the dancing was done, fulfill that promise to the highest bidder. And any regular at the Bara No Yakan could tell you here and now that he certainly knew how to fulfill every promise he made.
He parted the red velvet curtains draped in sparkly red beads, their shine catching the lights from the stage. With all the swagger and grace of a jungle cat he walked out on to the stage and grasped the metal pole in his hand. The white lights hit his face revealing him to the crowd. Hard crimson eyes stared out at the crowd taking in everything without really seeing anything. his pale smooth skin stretched over a body men would kill for and women wanted to posess. Lean defined muscles rippled through his flesh, the sight tantalizing the eyes pleasantly. Simply put, to them Yami was sinfully beautiful. He knew that. But more often than not he found himself hating it. But that wasn't allowed to change. Not if he wanted the money his body gave to profit. Tonight he adorned his body expertly. Dressed to kill. He had outlined his eyes with black liquid eyeliner to help disguise the shadows under his eyes. On his face he'd spread concealer to even out his pale, haggard skin to completely wash away the sick pallor to his features. The picture of health.
On his hands were elbow length black cloth gloves torn and ripped along his arms held together almost in vain by small linked chains. His torso was cothed in a black leather vest with a single zipper down the front. On his legs riding dangerously low on his hips were shiny black leather pants, so tight they might have been painted on to his body leaving very little to the imagination. Black buckled boots finished his outfit off splendidly. By their eyes alone he could already tell they loved him and he hadn't even started yet. By the time he was done they would worship him. If the pain didn't get in the way first. All day today it had hindered and angered him. Even the simplest of movements made him want to scream. No. This was a game between him and his pain and there were no doubts allowed. Just dance. Four minutes of eye-pleasing service and then he could scream more. The lights dimmed to a sinful shade of red and the heavy rock music began blaring through the speakers, the disco ball overhead caught the lights casting blocks of red and white everywhere. Game start.
He schooled his features to become soft and tense all at once as if just the first notes of the music had turned him on. He held on to the pole as he slid his back down it's length, then slowly came back up again. He turned then grapsed the pole with both hands and ground his hips up and down against the metal. He heard a whistle. So far so good. He came around the pole still holding on with one hand as he slowly ran his fingers through his hair with the other, shooting a sultry look at the crowd. He leaned forward and rolled his shoulders then rolled his body back and shifted his hips from side to side to the beat as he tossed his head back and forth like a wild mustang. Now for the hard part. Grittting his teeth behind closed lips he faced the pole then reached up above his head and grasped the pole with both hands tightly. Pain. He breathed deeply then with a jump lifted his body up and held it in a perfectly straight line in the air.
He held this pose for several seconds the pain turning one of his most popular dance moves in to an excellent form of tourture. He arched his back away from the pole then let his hands slide his body back down. The music was loud. He used that to his advantage. No one heard the scream in his throat as he gave in to the pain. Already he was losing the game. But not his audience. He was panting through his nose now but the sultry, seductive look never left his face. He narrowed his eyes at the crowd as he held one hand above himself on the dancing pole. With his other hand he reached up for the zipper of his vest then pulled down. Hard, toned abs glistening with perspiration greeted the audience who looked on with shameless wonder. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he slid down the pole again. The crowd's cat calls and cheers told him he was doing just fine.
The blood coating his hand and running in thick rivers down the shiny metal said otherwise.
The dance ended much later than he would have liked. Yami staggered in to the dressing room cradling his injured hand to his chest. His glove was bloody and sticky. He could tell it was going to be a bitch to take off. His hand felt like it was burning. And the pain in his hand-particuarly at his middle finger was way, way worse than before. He had to take a look. Slowly he peeled the glove off of his hand, gritting his teeth as the sticky fabric rubbed on his skin as he pulled at the fingers to loosen the hold on his palm. Then grabbing the hem with two fingers he gingerly pulled the glove off of his hand. And his middle finger fell with a dull thud on to the table, blood leaking everywhere. Yami sat frozen in his chair as he looked at his ruined hand, unbelieving. Then his senses rushed back to him as the pain flared larger than before and his nostrils were filled with the overwhelming coppery scent of blood. " Oh, God." He shakily took up his finger and pushed it back to where it was supposed to be on his hand. Then he grabbed a white towel and wrapped his whole red-dyed hand in the cloth shaking in pain and fear. He hissed in pain as the cloth constricted around him and he struggled to fight the violent churns his stomach was performing.
The room grew brighter around him and the air felt heavier. His head was light. His body was going numb. Yami took slow, measured breaths determined not to throw up in the middle of the dressing room. What ended up happening, in the opinion of his bruised pride was worse. He fainted to the floor. He didn't know how long he was out. But the sound of two voices brought him out of his stupor. He blinked blearily as the muffled voices bacame clearer, as well as the speakers. Bakura and Marik were standing over him, Bakura looking down at Yami like a parent would a child who'd had too much candy amd made himself sick on it. Marik was focused on his hand, concealed by the now bloody towel. "...Shit, look at him. You think he's been inhaling too much ambrosia or drinking too much honey?" Bakura asked, his head tilted in thought as he crossed his arms.
" Your opinion is not needed now, Bakura. What I need now is more tangiable assistance." Marik sneered. The young british man held up his hands in defense.
" I'm just saying!" He knew. They were wondering whether he'd just had a bad expirience with drugs or drank himself in to a bloody ( literally) stupor. Marik looked back to Bakura as Yami struggled to sit up. He'd spent enough time on the floor already. Using his good hand he began easing his way upward as the duo continued to talk. Marik jerked his head to the dressing room door.
" Dance." The albino shook his head.
" Like hell! Rafael's out there. He'll cut my balls off and fed them to his dogs if I so much as stare at " His" stage or performance." He shook his head and snorted dismissively. " You go out there." Marik's eyes grew stern.
" Dance." Bakura growled in irritation...then stromed out of the door. With just a blink the tension was gone from the egyptian and he looked back down at Yami, who had situated himself in a sitting position on the floor, loosely holding on to his injured hand. Yami looked up at his boss, then looked away again. He couldn't tell him the truth. Being an...escort, exotic dancer, night host, slut-whatever the hell you wanted to call it, was like being a model. You had to be perfect. In the body as well as ( especially) in bed or the dance floor. Fullfill the fantasy that would in turn fill your wallet. One imperfection could be damning. What with his hand looking as sick as it did... His blackened skin, the blood, his MISSING FINGER. This might cost him his job. No way in hell was Marik getting the truth. " Well?" His employer was getting impatient. He had better say something.
Bakura's earlier words came back to him and he decided to run with them. "... I decided to take a drink outside. And I..." He cleared his throat and weakly held up his bloody towel concealing the real damage. " I dropped the glass. I cut myself picking it up. I think I knicked an artery." Well it wasn't a complete lie. An artery had been severed he was sure. More than just one. Still the explination though half-assed was plausable. Marik seemed to comsider him for a long moment. Then he nodded and stepped forward holding out a hand. Mentally exhaling a sigh of relief he took the offered hand and with his help stood up. Yami's world tilted but he remained standing. He refused to faint again and further embarass himself.
" You should go to a hospital." He knew. But that was just not possible right now. Yami shook his head.
" Hospitals are for rich people. Don't worry. I can take care of myself." Yami offered him a small smile and Marik rolled his eyes. On his head be it.
" Well at least take the rest of the night off to heal. Don't worry, you'll be paid for your service tonight." Then he strode over to the long vanity table and picked up another cloth. " And for God's sake take another towel. The last thing I need is you bleeding all over the place." True. The blood was leaking from the fluffy confines and dripping on the floor now. Smooth. Yami nodded and took the extra cloth, wrapping it around his hand. Now all he had to do was make it home without passing out.
Yami paused in his tale and for the first time since speaking looked at Yugi. The younger boy handn't said a word the whole time. His face was stricken with horror as he watched Atemu's duplicate speak, heard him recount what he thought had happened to him. How does one's hand just decide to fall apart?! Yami sighed and propped himself up on one elbow resting his head in his hand and smirked at Yugi. " You don't believe a word I'm saying do you?" Yugi blinked himself out of his own stupor and shook his head adamantly.
" No, I do." A skeptical brow was arched. " I believe you think that's what happened. But I wasn't there so I can't really say. Still... It sounds..."
" Impossible. I know." Yami sat up and rested his arms on bent knees, not ashamed to be completely nude in front of Yugi. " That's why I said you wouldn't believe me." He growled. The bedroom door burst open and Kira stood in the doorway looking anything but happy. Her face was lined with anger, her lips turned down in disapproval. Yugi jumped and covered himself further with the sheets wanting nothing more than to vanish in them. Yami remained where he was, meeting her glare with one his own.
" If you two are quite finished up here, Dr. Wheeler is here to see you Atemu." Clearly she had heard them and their sexual escapade. And Kira was not happy. Yami scoffed and leaned back, no longer bashful but feeling dangerously rebellious as he exposed himself fully to Atemu's mother.
" What's that quack want now?" Aknam stomped in to the room, throwing a bright blue towl at Yami-which he caught and draped lazily across his lap.
" He wants to talk to you, Atemu. He wants to asses your adjustment status." Aknamkannon walked over and glared down at his son. " And you will both be down in ten minutes. Yugi... I mean not to be harsh with you but I think it best if you return home for the day. You can come back tomorrow." He said, looking at Yugi with thinly veiled anger. Yugi meekly nodded his head. Geez. You'd think these people thought sex was a crime or something. He turned his angry gaze back to Yami. " And you will be present to speak with Joseph. Won't you." It was more of a demand than a request. Smirking Yami stood up, securing the towel in place and glared back at Aknam.
" Fine, if that's what it takes to secure fucking rights." His smirk dropped. " And don't take it out on the kid. He thought he could get Atemu back by showing him love or some bullshit like that. His intentions were good." And that was actually true. He knew Yugi really was trying to help him. Yugi didn't just want the sex. Deep down he knew what he really wanted was Atemu. He was just a stand-in. And as hollow as it made him feel it was alright. At least at the end of it all one person knew he wasn't Atemu. Yugi didn't deserve to take the fall, and the couple before him didn't deserve to lose their son. But that didn't mean he wanted to make life easier for the Sennens. So he swept his bangs from his face and cockily put a hand on his hip. " Mine weren't." Kira threw her hands up and with a shake of her head turned around and walked out. Aknam picked up Yami's discarded clothes and threw them at him angrily.
" Ten minutes." The the door slammed shut. The minutes preparing to greet the doctor were taken in silence. Yami shamelessly watched Yugi dress as he cleaned himself off with the towel. When the younger caught him staring he blushed that deep red again making him laugh quietly in amusement. Oh, yes. Atemu was very, very lucky to have that boy. He knew he should feel bad about taking someone else's boyfriend, but in that instant he simply couldn't bring himself to. Oh he knew he would probably succumb to guilt later. But that was later. Right now he was content to just appreciate what he had seen and what they had done. Once they were dressed the two walked down the stairs and like a gentleman, Yami escorted Yugi to the door.
" Don't stay away too long, Yugi. We still have alot to talk about." Though his voice was borderline flirtatious his eyes were calm and his face serious. Yugi nodded and exhaled deeply.
" I know." Yami took his hand and brought it to his lips, brushing the skin softly with a kiss. Yugi averted his eyes bashfully and Yami smirked before pulling away. Yugi took back his hand and tucked it to his jeans, as if he had a mind to wipe the kiss away. He hesitated then seemed to think else of it and instead let his hand fall to his side. " Definitely not Atemu." He murmured. But loud enough for Yami to hear.
" No. I'm not."
" I know. I know that now." Yugi opened the door and stepped outside. He turned back to Yami and nodded to him. " See you later." Yami only nodded back then closed the door after Yugi. Now that the fun was over... With a heavy sigh he strolled in to the livingroom and lo and behold, Dr. Feelgood was sitting with Kira and Aknam, both parents talking to him in low voices. The stress on their faces was evident. Yami cleared his throat and all three turned their undivided attention to him. Joseph smiled at him softly and waved him over with a hand. Kira and Aknam both stood and walked over to him. Kira forced a smile and placed a hand on his shoulder. Reflexively he wanted to brush that hand away. But instinctually something told him to belay that action, so he stood still.
" Atemu honey, Dr. Wheeler wants to have a private session so we won't be with you."
" Good." Aknam cleared his throat to dispel the awkward tension and leveled his gaze with his son's.
" We'll be in the dining room if you need either of us." Yami shrugged and stepped back from Kira's hand.
" While forming words then relaying them to another individual can be very hard, I think I can manage this one on my own." Yami walked past them and sat down on the couch opposite the doctor. Aknamkannon's brows furrowed with displeasure. He opened his mouth about to retort when Kira quickly took his hand in to her own.
" Walk with me, Darling?" Gently she pulled him from the room. And then there were two. Yami heaved another sigh and slouched back in to the cushions. He REALLY wasn't in the mood for this. He was messed up. He was going through trauma. He had D.I.D. He needed help HE GOT IT! If that's what everyone was determined to belive then that was what they believed. Did he really need it shoved in to his face every time he saw this brooklyn doctor?
" So what do you want now?" Dr. Wheeler shrugged and leaned back in to the couch staring at the young man across from him. He pulled out that trusty little silver recorder he loved so much and switched it on, holding it loosely in his hand.
" Jus' ta chat. How was ya first night home?"
" I don't know. None of you will let me go." Dr. Wheeler nodded and tilted his head curiously.
" Where do you live, Yami?" He snorted and crossed his arms.
" I already told you guys. I live in an apartment complex downtown."
" Can you give me an' adress?"
" 1234 kissmyass lane." Dr. Wheeler chuckled and shook his head.
" Can you give me a real one?"
" 5678 notyourdamnbuisness drive." It seemed getting Yami to open up would prove to be more difficult than he first anticipated. He had hoped familiar surroundings might inspire familiar emotions in Atemu. It seemed all it had done was further irritate Yami. But...there was another thing they could try.
" Yami, do you not wanna be here talking to me?" Yami's face took on a look of mocking surprise.
" No shit, Sherlock." Yami rubbed his eyes and leaned his head back. " I just want to be left alone. By all of you." Joseph nodded and pulled out a pocketwatch.
" Well I can make one of 'dem people diappear. Me." He held up the pocketwatch and Yami eyed it skeptically. Was this douche planning on hypnotizing him?
" Let's play a game. Simply put: I'm going to try to hypnotize ya. Since you don't wanna talk ta me now, maybe you'll open up with a hypnotic incentive. If I hypnotize ya, ya talk to me. If I don't, then I'll leave for the next two days. Sound fair?" yami mulled it over in his mind. He didn't think hypnosis was such a good idea. What if he made him do stupid stuff like duck quacks or pretending to be a dog? As if sensing his thoughts Joseph laughed good-naturedly at Yami's cautious look. " Don't worry. I won't make you act like a cheerleader or perform cow moos if that's what you're worried about. I just wanna talk." Yami pondered this over again. If all he wanted to do was talk, then there may be no harm in it. And maybe subconsciously he could tell this guy something to prove he wasn't Atemu. It might not be so bad...
" You get an hour." Dr. Wheeler smiled and stood up. He walked over to the footrest and sat down on it so that he was facing Yami. He dangled the pocketwatch in his line of vision and began moving it back and fourth.
" Jus follow da watch."
Two and a half hours later and the three adults were sitting in the living room, Yami having gone back up to Atemu's bedroom after the session. It had taken him forty minutes to finally succumb to the hypnosis, though he speculated it was out of sheer boredom that he had done so. He didn't know what he had said to the doctor and he really didn't wanna know. All he knew was that when he woke up the good doctor seemed really excited when he opened his eyes. And his anger, along with the nerve-grating knowledge that he lost the bet, was sent sky-high when Dr. Wheeler called him " Atemu" when he woke up. So he knew whatever he said didn't help him at all. Yami shot up from the couch and stormed out of the living room and back to the bedroom shutting himself in. Now The doctor was itting in the diningroom with Atemu's parents. And he had much to tell them.
" So how was the session? Did you get him to talk at all?" Aknam asked. Joseph nodded and smiled. He sipped lightly at the tea Mrs. Sennen had poured him before answering.
" Yes, I've made signifigant progress with him today. I got him to agree to a hypnosis session." Kira's mouth fell open in surprise as Aknam's brows rose skywards. It was like pulling teeth from a live shark just to get him to talk to them civily.
" And how did you do that?" Atemu's father asked, his voice holding both skepticism and surprise. Joseph laughed.
" Simple. I made a bet with him. If I couldn't hypnotize him in a hour, I had to leave. he put up a good fight. It took me forty minutes to get him under." Kira giggled quietly and shook his head.
" Well it looks like both Yami and Atemu are as stubborn as ever." Aknam leaned forward and watched the doctor imploringly.
" So what did you talk about?" The doctor's cheeriness mellowed as he became more thoughtful. It certainly wasn't what he had been expecting when he began their session.
" I discovered he'd been holding in alot a secrets. I asked him who his motha was. He said her name was Mai Kujaku. No father ta speak of." Kira's face fell in sadness. Aknam kept his face blank." He told me before in da hospital she died of an overdose. I asked him to elaborate, and apparently he found her dead in da apartment along with a scuicide note, a mysterious cashed check, a picture and a small ammount of money, all stashed away in a hidden floorboard at the place Yami calls home. 1852 Crossridge road. Apartment 16D. He wants to go back. Den I asked him about his first night here. Yami said he didn't sleep so great. He had a dream about Atemu." Both parents instantly became alert at this point.
" Apparently 'dis has been goi'n on eva since he first woke up in da hospital. Every night he dreams he's in a dark place, and in front of him is a mirror. His reflection calls itself " Atemu." He looks just like Yami, only he has no new arm or leg. Instead he has bloody stumps wrapped in cloth. Atemu says he's always hurt in some way when he sees him. They talk in his dreams." Kira gasped out a sob and blinked rapidly to stave off her tears. Aknam held her hand tightly.
" What does Atemu say?" She asked quietly. Joseph's expression went from professional to sympathetic.
" He's in pain. He doesen't know where he is. Atemu's scared, and wants to come home. Something's keeping him from doing that. Someone."
" Oh, God!" Kira placed a hand over her mouth as Aknam glared at the table. So someone was holding his son back from them. He had an idea who.
" Is it Yami?" He asked, his tone dangerous. Joseph shook his head adamantly.
" No. On da contrary Yami's not happy about bei'n confused with Atemu. He wants Atemu back just so that everyone can see he ain't him. He wants ta help Atemu so he can go back to his own life da way he knows it. Yami jus' don't know how. All he knows about Atemu's current whereabouts are in his dreams." Kira nodded and swept her hair from her shoulder, regaining some of her composure as Aknam continued to listen. " At da end of da session I tried to draw Atemu out. I told him to wake up as Atemu, letting him know it was safe to come forward. I snapped my fingers, 'an he opened his eyes. When I called him Atemu... Yami flipped me off and walked out." He smiled a little at the memory. To be that young and have that much spirit... His endurance was commendable.
" So what do you think this means, Dr. wheeler?" Joseph smiled at Kira and her husband.
" I think 'dis means dat your son isn't as far away as we think. I think what's holding him back is da one who hurt him. Atemu hasn't begun da healing process like Yami has, proven by da state Yami sees him in: Hurt and unable to heal. No new limbs or any signs of moving on. It's da man who hurt 'dem both-Da Red man Yami was telling us about who's holding Atemu back. I have a feeling when he's caught and convocted Atemu may feel safe enough to begin to emerge. Right now he's communicating with Yami through dreams as a way to gauge the goings-on of da outside world. Yami's dreams are Atemu's way of reachi'n out. So yes, Atemu's still in there." Kira laughed joyously as Aknam let tears of happiness fall from his eyes.
" So our son has hope."
" Yeah, penty of it. It's more important now more dan eva to find da man who hurt them and bring him ta justice. After 'dat it'll only be a matter a time before Atemu comes back." Unknown to all of them a lone figure sat at the top of the stairs, listening to their every word. Curiosity killed the cat after all. He'd been unable to ignore the voices floating up to Atemu's room and his own curiosity led him to the discussion they were having now. Damn they were celebrating for shit's sake. They thought more than ever he and Atemu were one in the same. At this point trying to prove otherwise was going to be next to impossible. Yami wrapped his arms around his knees and rested his head on his arms.
" You are all so fucking wrong."
And that's it for now! So what do you think of the psyche eval? More YamixYugi anyone? Please R&R and bless your happy happiness!