Yami soshite Hikari Ch. 5 - "Ano Kanzen Kawari"

By Shawna

A/N: Just want to thank everyone who has read and/or left a review. How often I update this story is not based on how many reviews I receive; rather, I update whenever I finish a chapter. I don't have a lot of time to write, so I'm sorry that I don't update as often as you readers, and myself as well, would like. Thank you for your patience.

Darkness greeted Kizuna's eyes when she opened them late that night. She stifled a yawn, about to let herself drift back into dreamland when the sound that had initially awoken her repeated: shuffling on the carpet. Her eyes came fully open. Someone was in her room.

Dim light came in through the window, the light of the moon and the city filtering through her window coverings. This apparently allowed her to just barely make out the tall spikes atop the head of whoever was in her room. She visibly relaxed a bit; probably thinking he was only Yugi, just needing something, like the bathroom, as the only way to reach it was through her room. But then Yami stepped further into the light, and watched Kizuna's eyes go wide, uncertainty lighting in her eyes. She pressed herself back against the headboard, obviously frightened. Yami could see her noting that he had hair like Yugi, but he was taller, his chest and shoulders slightly broader, his eyes and even his clothes (for he was fully dressed, not in the pajamas she had given Yugi) much different. Her eyes became fixed on his, and he knew that they were narrower, wiser, the lashes thicker, in short, older.

"Who…" Kizuna began, scared out of her wits and unsure what to do.

"You don't think I'm Yugi?" Yami asked her, bemused by how quickly she had caught on.

She shook her head. "Well, you're not, are you? Your hair is the same, and... and I know you couldn't have broken in without waking up Yugi. You... I don't understand. Where did you come from?"

Yami smirked. "I don't think you're quite ready to hear about all that," he said softly. "It's a bizarre tale, really. Suffice it to say that I was Yugi, technically I still am, and in the morning, I will be again."

Kizuna blinked, her eyes taking on a faraway look that meant she was thinking hard about what he had just said, trying to make sense of it.

"But," Kizuna glanced around Yami and saw the empty couch. "Where is Yugi now?"

"Sleeping," Yami said simply. "Locked away in the back of my mind."

Again, Kizuna did not seem to understand what that meant. All of this was far too insane to be made sense of. She pressed the heels of her hands to her closed eyes, not saying anything, seeming to want to shut out the world. He sat slowly down on the bed next to her. Her eyes flew open.

"Wh-what are you doing?" She asked nervously, backing away from him on the bed.

"What Yugi is too young and far too shy to do," he replied easily, reaching out one of his hands to her face.

Despite her fear, Kizuna did not pull away from his fingertips as they gently caressed her cheek. Her breath caught in the same instant, however, and she flinched. He moved his fingers down, along her jaw line, and then gently over her lips before trailing down her neck, between her breasts, down her stomach. She tried to push his hand away when it slid between her legs, but his other hand came up and gripped hers lightly, and he leaned in over her, putting his face right up to hers.

"I know your fantasies," he whispered, his breath fanning across her lips, his hand moving against her, making her hips twitch. "I know that you're loving this."

"No," she whispered back, but her breath was heavy. "You're scaring me. I don't even know who you are."

"Then you can think of me as Yugi, if it will comfort you," he said. knowing that she would not, by any stretch of the imagination, be able to see him as Yugi.

"I know everything that Yugi knows and more," Yami continued. "I know how you feel about Yugi, and I know why you pushed him away today. That's why I'm here."

"I don't want to hear this," Kizuna said abruptly, gripping Yami's wrist and moving his hand away from her. He did not resist this time, merely smirked at her.

"Okay," he said nonchalantly. "We don't have to talk about anything. I didn't come here to talk to you, anyway."

Kizuna was off the bed in a flash, crossing the room towards the door. Moving quickly, with the speed and reflexes he knew would astound her, Yami got in front of her, blocking the way towards the door. Gasping, she took a step back from him, startled by his sudden appearance.

"You don't really want to run away," Yami said, taking a step towards her. Matching him, Kizuna took a step back.

He took another step forward, driving Kizuna backward another step. The smirk on his face would not go away, he found the look of fear on her face comical, because he knew how she really felt. He took yet another step; so did she. One more step and - her back hit the wall. She could retreat no further.

He closed the distance between them, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the wall. His body pressed hard against hers, crushing her against the wall.

"How many months has it been since you came to tutor Yugi?" He said, burying his face in her lavender hair and inhaling deeply. "Four? I've been waiting all that time. Ever since I first saw you ..."

He nibbled on her neck, making her gasp, and worked his way around to her face. Deep violet eyes met ice blue ones, and Yami could see the eagerness, the anticipation equal to and greater than her apprehension, her fear. Both of her wrists were transferred to one of his hands and he raised them, pinning her hands above her head. His free hand came up, trailed slowly down her cheek. Shivers wracked her body.

"So pretty," he whispered. "So innocent..."

He gripped her chin and pulled down with slow but firm pressure, forcing her mouth to open, and then brought his mouth down on hers. She tensed all over as his tongue dove into her mouth. Her hands opened, clenched, opened again as he explored every bit of her mouth. He held her mouth open, forcing her to take it all. In her mind, she was wondering how Yami, with his black roots, blonde bangs, and fuchsia spikes identical to Yugi's, could, in fact, not be Yugi, but above that she was enthralled, excited. Yami could feel these emotions emanating from her in almost tangible waves. He did not want to stop kissing her, reveling in the heat of her body and her mind.

When he finally did break away, she was left gasping for breath. Somewhere late in the exchange she had closed her eyes, and she did not open them now, still gasping and trying to recover. Not missing a beat, Yami reached up and began undoing the buttons on her night shirt. Kizuna's eyes flew open.

"No," she said, trying to work her wrists out of his grip. "Please, no."

He smirked and kept undoing the buttons. "You say that now," he said, reaching the last button. "But soon you'll be screaming 'yes' until your throat is raw. I can fuck you over and over, all night, and I know that's what you want." He spread her shirt open and stared down for several seconds. "Nice rack," he said at length.

Under other circumstances, he was sure Kizuna would have laughed at this comment, but as it were, she stifled a scoff and twisted her wrists in his grasp. She would never be able to break free of his grasp, he knew that quite well and it seemed that she did, too, but of course, he knew the truth: she did not want to escape him.

Slowly, he brought up his free hand and traced it lightly along the edge of her bra cup. "White and lacy bra," he said, amused. He slipped his hand inside the bra and Kizuna gasped. "Very virginal. And yet... do you always sleep with a bra on? Or," he grinned wickedly. "Were you expecting me?"

She growled in frustration, struggling again. One of her hands came loose from his, and she dug her fingernails into his shoulder, trying to push him back. For a moment, he let her push him, and then, with a laugh, he grabbed her hand, shifted the tide, pulling her hands back into his grip and forcibly turning her around to face the wall.

"So, you want to be rough?" He asked. He pulled her arms around behind her. "That's the way I like it, so we'll do it the way you want."

"No!" She screamed, struggling. He removed one of his belts with a fluid motion of his arm, and then he was putting it around her wrists, wrenching it tight, and all she could do was scream "no," and struggle, to no avail. He gripped her upper arms, pulled her towards the bed, and tossed her down onto it on her back, coming down on top of her hard. Both of them knew quite well that he was not much bigger than she was, maybe not bigger at all in fact, and she should not have a problem fighting him. Her attempts at struggling had been half-hearted, and he knew exactly why.

"Soon, you'll be screaming in pleasure and begging me not to stop," Yami said.

Something like a smile came to Kizuna's lips, but the flash of sadness in her eyes did not escape Yami's notice. He wondered what she had thought about, it had passed too quickly for him to grasp. He determined not to worry about, to just go ahead with what he suddenly had a burning urge to do.

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"How did you know that I was enjoying that?" Kizuna asked Yami, about two hours later, when the eastern sky had just barely become tinged with gray. They were laying in Kizuna's bed, freshly showered, Kizuna wrapped in Yami's arms. "I was saying 'no' and fighting you."

"I know things," Yami said ambiguously. After they had cleaned up, they had done it again in the shower, then another time on the bathroom counter after drying off. Yami had wanted to do it one final time when they got back to the bed, but Kizuna was tired, she was half-asleep already in his arms.

"But, how do you know things?" She prodded.

"You were screaming 'Yugi' while I was fucking you senseless on the counter," Yami said, completely changing the subject without so much as a pause. "You know that's not my name. My name is-"

Kizuna pressed her hand over his mouth. "Don't tell me," she said. "I don't want to know. It will make me feel... even more guilty."

Yami noticed that the vulnerability had come back into her eyes, and he again thought of her as a young angel whose wings had been ripped off.

"Then what do you want to call me? Yugi, even though I'm not?"

"No," she said. "I wasn't calling you Yugi, I was thinking about him..." Kizuna's voice became wistful and sad. "But, it was you instead. So... So I'm just going to call you Koibito."

"Koibito," Yami repeated softly. "Okay. That'll be fine."

"Yeah," Kizuna said, closing her eyes, instantly beginning to sink into slumber.

"You're going to wake up alone, you know that, right? Yugi will be asleep on your couch in the morning, just where he was when the night began."

Kizuna nodded almost imperceptibly, and then she was asleep. Yami lay awake for some time, gazing down at her, telling himself that his had been necessary.

*To Be Continued*

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