Still I do not own the rights to Yu-Gi-Oh.

Chan: here we are another update for Dead Alive!

Yami: No!

Chan: I did warn you that I was writing this update! You should have been prepared.

Yami: I'm never prepared for this story!

Chan: well tough, here you go faithful readers, enjoy!

Chapter 12
A Surprise Guest

Yami's P.O.V.

This was going to hurt, badly, and all I could do was lay there on the ground and watch it happen. I had my eyes shut, I don't know why. Maybe I thought that it might at least slow down the pain, delay the time until I felt it; only I never felt the pain at all. I heard two yells of 'no!' and suddenly Bakura was in front of me. He managed to grab the table before it made contact with my body. Anubis didn't seem put off by this and kept on attempting to push the table onto me, not seeming to care if he hurt Bakura. In fact, judging from the angered look on his face I suspected that he probably did want to hurt Bakura, very much so. He probably wanted Bakura to be on the floor beside me.

"Yami!" yelled Bakura, finally bringing me back to my senses. I gasped and struggled to my feet, jumping out of the way. Bakura jumped back to, letting go of the heavy desk. Anubis cursed and left, dissolving through a wall as if there was nothing there.

Bakura and I both offered to stay behind to help clean up the mess that had been made by the table tipping, but Mr. Roberts just waved us away.

"You should get home. Don't go jumping under any more desks Yami!" he called with a wink. I forced a smile and a nod.

Our friends were already waiting outside the school gates. Yugi, Ryou and Marik were all dying to know if we were ok (Malik had already told them what had happened). Yugi seemed to think that I might have hit my head and have concussion. He wouldn't be quiet even after we'd already told him three times that neither of us had even got a tiny bruise.

"Bye Yami, see you tomorrow." Said a quiet voice from behind me. I gave an involuntary shiver as Andy walked past.

"That boy is spooky." Muttered Chan. "he just creeps up behind people when they're not expecting it. He'll give someone a heart attack one of these days."

"Nah, he's alright." Said Sabey. "He can be quite nice when he wants to be."

"Nice, yeah. Just spooky." Chan agreed. "I think he likes you Yami, did you hear him yell when that table fell?" oh, so that had been the other 'no' I heard, apart from Bakura's. As we walked home I couldn't help but wonder which one of them had said no first.

Anubis was leaning in the doorway of the kitchen when we got into the house. I tried not to look at him but I could still sense he was there. He followed me around, so close I could feel his breath on my neck. When I poured myself a drink he spat in it, but I couldn't pour it away as this would look rude so I had to drink it anyway which he of course found hilariously funny. When everyone else went into the living room to watch TV I felt him yank at my hair so I muttered an excuse and headed off upstairs.

I was expecting it to be one of the most painful punishments of my life but all he did was slap me around a bit and then told me to go wash in the adjoining secret bathroom. He watched me as I got in the bath (I knew he would but that still didn't make it any better). As I reached for my shampoo I felt him grab my wrist.

"Don't use that stuff any more." he snapped. "It's cheap crap." He opened up a bottle which he must have pulled out of thin air and squeezed some of the thick liquid onto his hand.

"I could do it myself…" I tried. He merely chuckled darkly.

"Turn around." I didn't try to stop him again. He rubbed his fingers through my hair, being surprisingly gentle. I shut my eyes and tried to pretend that it was someone else touching my head. I wasn't trying to think of anyone in particular, but for some reason I was imagining Bakura being the one with his hands carefully running through my hair. Anubis didn't comment on my closed eyelids, maybe he thought I was worried about getting soap in my eyes. He barely gave me any warning before pushing me under the water which instinctively made me struggle but that just made him hold me down longer until I'd calmed myself.

The side of the bath was still between us but when he pulled me back up again he held me close, arms tight across my chest. He buried his nose in my hair and inhaled the scent.

"Yummy…" he whispered half to himself. "See? Much better than that other stuff." He relaxed his grip and brought his hands round to my shoulders where he began to massage them gently. "You're not to use that any more, understand?" I understood. I nodded silently. "Speak up Yami. I can't quite hear you."

"Yes Anubis. I understand." This seemed to be a better answer as he let me get up and dry myself off on a thick towel and wrap it around my waist. I went over to the mirror and checked my reflection. A few bruises were showing up on my face from earlier in the day when Anubis had attacked me after I kissed Bakura. A faint blush crept across my cheeks and I quickly thought of something else before Anubis noticed. The cut on my cheek from Malik's ring was still looking nasty and inflamed. I concentrated on that instead, no matter how disgusting it was.

As I looked into the mirror Anubis lifted up a comb from the side and started to run it through my hair. I flinched every time it hit a tangle but he took his time to work it though and then he restyled my hair back into spikes again. It's pretty much exactly the same style but he says his way is much better. I prefer my way. Maybe that's because I still feel like his fingers are in my hair even after he has let me go.

Anubis was treating me like I'm such a little child that it barely even surprised me when he sat on the edge on the bath tub and pulled me down to sit in his lap.

"Let's get a few things straight about what happened today." He didn't sound angry but I'd have to be a fool to try and say anything. I felt very aware of the fact that I still only had a towel on. "You are mine. I decide who you kiss and when and where you kiss them. If I say someone is allowed to kiss you then of course you can. But I don't think I gave you permission, did I?" I shook my head. "No, I didn't. I'll be punishing you for that later. I've got the perfect punishment for you in mind."

I dreaded what this might be. The fact that he had taken time to plan out his punishment instead of just attacking could only mean it was something even worse than physical pain.

It isn't unusual for Anubis to act like how he just had been. He knows I hate being treated like a child but he really loves it. I suppose it is a kind of punishment in a way.

"I've chosen which clothes I want you to wear too." He said simply, leaving no room for protest. This is something he does every single day. He doesn't pick anything really revealing or obscene, but something that shows off my figure. These are clothes that I loathe (I can't stand my figure). These are the clothes that he loves. No one comments, they just think it's my way of dressing.

He walked in on me once when I was in the middle of gathering up all my least favourite of his outfits he puts together for me. I was going to throw them out but I never got that far. I thought he was going to hit me, but he didn't even glare. He just looked me up and down with a perfectly calm expression on his face. He then walked over to my still open wardrobe and carefully took my favourite shirt off its hanger and held it out in front of him. I'd saved up ages to get that. It was black with silver buttons down the front. He ripped it along the seams until it was just shreds. He held it out to me and I dropped the clothes I has holding to take it.

"Go put that in the bin Yami." He said sweetly. I was halfway to the door when he spoke again. "If I catch you trying to pull another stunt like that then it will be something more precious to you than a shirt. Your dark magician card maybe. Or perhaps your puzzle." I didn't dare test him to see if this was an empty threat.

SMACK.

I hit the bathroom floor with a dull ache of pain. Anubis was looking down at me as though to check I was still ok. I scrambled to my feet feeling like a clumsy fool. I quickly rearranged the towel around my waist, he may have seen me without a towel around my wais before, but I wasn't exactly going to make it easy for him.

"I said, go get changed." A hint of amusement was in his voice.

I nodded and pushed open the door. Then, almost straight away, I leapt backwards. There were three loud yells; one from me, one from Anubis who was standing behind me, and one from the girl standing in the middle of the bedroom. The girl had long dark hair and skin that would naturally be deathly pale but had acquired a light tan. The girl was just in the middle of changing her clothes, thankfully she was still in her bra and jeans but still I quickly looked away. I couldn't see Anubis' face but I heard his breath catch in his throat. I didn't have time to think about why he had done that however.

"CHAN!" yelled the girl. "WHY IS THERE A BOY IN MY ROOM?!"

End Chapter

Chan: lol! Well, she'll have to wait until the next chapter to find out.

Yami: oh my lord, I'm in a room, in just a towel with a girl and Anubis. Someone save me!

Andy: -pops up- hey readers! Chan is poking me until I say that she was ill with tonsillitis so this chapter was late getting put up, it should have been up last week while she was on half term.

Chan: R&R and I'll get your favourite guy/girl/thing (if you like Anubis O.o) to say hi to you.