Yami soshite Hikari Ch. 6 - "Henna Kankei"
By Shawna
The rain had stopped, but the sky still roiled with dark clouds when Yugi awoke in the morning. He started to stretch, and instantly caught a soreness in his thighs and groaned. He felt exhausted, as if he had been running laps instead of sleeping all night. For a moment, he considered getting up, but then realized that there was no real reason for that and let his eyes drift closed again. It was not until he was nearing sleep that he could faintly hear what sounded like sobbing and sniffles coming from the other side of Kizuna's door. He opened his eyes again, wondering what was wrong with her.
Is that girl crying again? She does that a lot.
Yami, I think something major is happening to her. The least you could do is make an attempt at being sensitive.
With this, Yugi threw back his blanket and rose from the couch. He crossed the distance to Kizuna's door quickly, but once there he hesitated, his hand hovering in front of it, wondering if he should knock; if a disturbance might anger her. The crying continued, unabated. That clinched it; she needed someone. He knocked.
For a moment, the crying stopped but Kizuna did not reply. And then, softly,
"Yugi?"
That was enough for him, he opened the door. Kizuna was sitting up in her bed with a box of tissues in her lap. Her face was red and tear-streaked, her eyes puffy, as if she had been crying for quite some time. Concern washed over Yugi, he took a few steps toward the bed and then noticed the way Kizuna was looking at him: a look of guilt, almost fear, something like resentment. He did not understand why these emotions should be directed at him.
"Kizuna? Are you all right?"
A wave of fresh tears overcame her and Yugi went quickly to the bedside, putting an arm around her shoulders. Without warning, she pulled him down onto the bed next to her, wrapping her arms tight around him and rocking him softly even though it was her who obviously needed soothing.
"It's okay, Kizuna, it's all right..." He whispered these words into her ear; they sounded so trite, so useless, but he could think of nothing else to say.
"No, it's not all right," she sobbed. "It will never be all right."
And all at once Yugi felt himself forced back and then falling into blackness, as if someone had pushed him into a bottomless chasm. He knew this feeling; it usually happened when he was about to duel. Yami was taking over his body, but it was different this time than usual, because Yami was shutting him away completely. He could not see or hear what was going on.
"Kizuna," Yami said firmly, raising her chin. "Stop crying. You're upsetting Yugi."
Tears continued to drip from her eyes, and as she saw who it was that now spoke to her, she cried out a bit, tried to push back from him. Yami held her tightly.
"Kizuna, I mean it, stop now. There's no reason for this. I gave you what you wanted, what you were too afraid to do with Yugi. You didn't want to get in trouble, you didn't want to stain that innocence of his, aren't I right? Well, you didn't, and you still got what you wanted. I'd say you have it pretty good right now."
"I didn't just want sex!" She cried. "I wanted Yugi!"
She appeared ready to break down in tears again, but Yami pressed his lips hard to hers and swallowed her sobs. His hands went to her nightgown, pushing it up, out of the way. He moved between her legs, gripping her behind the knees and pulling her legs around his hips. Tears poured down her face, but her nails dug into his back and she panted, writhing against him, her sadness and guilt turning themselves into passion, longing, a deep and driving need.
He took her quickly, violently, against the headboard. She dug her teeth into his bare shoulder and her nails into the fabric of his shirt, and deeper, into the flesh of his back. She snarled and slashed at him like an animal, primal and beautiful in her lust. Yami could not help but grin at the angel-turned-sex cat beneath him. The soft curves of her body were pressed against him hard, that beautiful mouth was drawing blood from his skin. It was exhilarating, and he bit his lip and tried to hold back, to make this moment, bizarre as it was, last, but he could not. With a muted groan, he let himself come inside of her, and she cried out against his shoulder as he collapsed atop her.
For several moments, neither of them moved. Kizuna sniffled a bit, the spell over her broken. Yami kissed her deeply to stop her from beginning to cry again.
"See?" He said against her lips. "You love it so much. All you have to do is not touch Yugi and I'll give it to you whenever you want."
There was a pause. "But... I want Yugi. I want him so much."
"You know you can't have him. You're his tutor, you need to maintain a professional relationship with him. Me, it doesn't matter. I can fuck you senseless whenever you'd like it."
"But that was never all that I wanted-"
He silenced her with his lips again, and though she sniffled a few times, her tears were dry now.
A few hours later, Kizuna drove Yugi home. She was utterly silent and would not meet his eyes, and this confused him, as did Yami's forceful takeover that morning. She did not even say goodbye when she dropped him off in front of his house.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow," she muttered, distractedly, and then took off. Yugi stared after her car, and Yami appeared beside him.
"What's with her?" Yami asked.
"I think you know," Yugi said softly. "What did you say to her this morning? Did she notice that you weren't me?"
"Does anyone ever notice, Yugi?"
Yugi sighed, walking up to the door with Yami at his heels. "Not usually."
"Yugi!" Sugoroku greeted him enthusiastically as he opened the door. "Welcome home! How was staying with your tutor? Were you respectful?"
"Of course, Sofu. And it was fine." This was all Yugi felt like saying, and so he went up the stairs quickly to his room, leaving his sofu to look after him perplexedly.
Yugi collapsed heavily onto his bed and buried his face in his hands. Yami sat softly next to him, putting his arm around Yugi's shoulders.
"Yugi, don't beat yourself up. She wouldn't tell you what was wrong, so there was nothing you could have done."
Yugi sighed. "I know, but its not just that. She pushed me away, she rejected me Yami. I've never felt attractive, you know, and I thought she really liked me so I went for it and... and it only hurt me. Just like every other time."
Yami drew Yugi against him. ""I find you attractive, Yugi," he said playfully.
Yugi smiled a little bit. "Well, I know you do, Yami. You've made it obvious enough." Here Yugi's smile vanished. "In fact, that's another thing that has been bothering me, Yami. I don't know how I feel about you."
"You want me bad," Yami said easily, as if this were the acknowledged truth of the matter.
Yugi sighed again. "You're so sure of that."
"I can make you sure of it, too."
Yami turned Yugi to face him, their violet eyes meeting. Instinctively, Yugi moved to draw back, but Yami's hand slipped to the back of his head and brought him forward, forcing their lips to meet. Yugi's eyes went briefly wide; Yami's tongue caressed his lips and he relaxed. His eyes drifted close, he let his mouth open. He found that he had lost the will to push Yami away. Yami wanted him, and obviously no one else did. Kizuna, who had given him so many signs, had pushed him away. Never had Yugi felt less secure, more like a short little game freak. Yami was remedying that for him; Yami was making him feel good again. Surely, if even a guy like Yami wanted him, that had to mean that he was desirable.
Yugi let Yami kiss him for some time, but when Yami's hands slid up his legs, it had been enough. Yugi drew away, pushed Yami back a bit.
"I don't want- I mean, I'm not ready..."
Yami smiled softly. "Of course, Yugi. Whenever you're ready. I'll wait forever for you."
Yami drew Yugi into a friendly embrace, and it was hard to believe that a few seconds ago, Yami had been kissing him passionately. It was bizarre, even. Too bizarre for Yugi's taste, really, but he could not stop it, especially not after Yami uttered the three magic words:
"I love you."
*To Be Continued.*
