The Good Child
Solomon Moto padded softly up the stairs that led to his grandson's bedroom. Monday morning, and Yuugi wasn't up. This wasn't surprising, though. Blessedly, the school had a day off today.
So, naturally, the young teen was still asleep in his room, 11:00 in the morning.
Solomon wished greatly that he didn't have to disturb him, as it seemed Yuugi had been getting less and less sleep every night, but leaving a simple note just didn't seem right. After all, he'd be gone for quite a while in Egypt.
Plane ticket in hand, he stopped short just outside of the door, listening to his grandson snore.
Since when did Yuugi snore?
Curious, he pushed open the door and peered inside. Oh, he wished that he hadn't done that. A heart attack was awaiting him on the other side.
Curled up next to his only grandchild, some strange male was snoring melodically in Yuugi's hair.
At first, he choked, then he spluttered. Paralyzed with fear at first, the elder man quickly resorted to rage.
How dare that stranger actually _sleep_ next to Yuugi!
Yuugi couldn't have known. He was a good child, and never would have permitted a monstrosity like this to occur. That could only mean one thing, then.
Yuugi must be in danger.
Without warning, ruby eyes snapped open to glare at him warningly, sending one thought down the marrow of Solomon's spine.
Hell. Does. Exist.
"Dear gods," he breathed, backing out of the room. Turning on his heels, he headed to his own room as fast as he could, grabbing the one shot gun he kept hidden at the top of the closet.
Loading the barrel on the run, he stormed back into Yuugi's room and aimed. "Yuugi, get up! You have to get out of here!" His voice was remarkably strong, considering how week he felt at the moment.
Yuugi's violet eyes fluttered open, starring at his grandfather in bewilderment. "G-grandpa, what are you doing?"
"Yuugi, there's a stranger in your bed. Run."
Yuugi turned his head slowly, looked into those hard crimson eyes, then laughed.
Why was he laughing?
"Grandpa, he's no stranger. He's my Yami!"
Solomon didn't seem to be listening. Instead, he held his gun higher. "Yuugi, run!"
Yuugi was horrified. "Grandpa, don't hurt him!" He threw his arms over his darker half, glaring at his elder in fear.
Why was Yuugi protecting him?
"Grandpa, you don't understand, please! Put the gun down!"
The stranger that Yuugi's arms were wrapped around sat up, returning the embrace. Solomon realized how remarkable it was that the two looked so much alike.
"Yuugi, what's going on?"
"Grandpa, remember when I told you that I had seen the face of Death, and touched his freezing skin? I wasn't just speaking metaphorically. It was real. Yami was in the puzzle that you gave me."
"He's a demon," Grandpa gasped.
"Please Grandpa, put the gun down! He won't hurt me! Ever!"
Yuugi's voice was quivering uncontrollably, face pale with fear. The demon was burning holes with his glare, or at least trying to. His arms were wrapped fiercely around Yuugi.
Slowly, tentatively, the elder man lowered the loaded weapon to the ground. "What's he doing here, Yuugi? Why hasn't he said anything?"
"H-he's really mad right now, grandpa." That was only too obvious, being that Solomon could practically see the thoughts of torture dancing behind those malicious eyes. Speech could be very volatile. "And we're bonded. He's here because of me." Such a low whisper, barely above a breath of wind.
Perhaps Yuugi wouldn't miss him after all.
"I was going to tell you that I have to go to Egypt for a couple of weeks."
His grandson nodded, still starkly alabaster.
What more could he say? Without another word, still trying vainly to digest every parent's worst fear, Solomon Moto left as softly as he had come.
How had this happened? Did he miss any signs? It was all his fault. His fault! What would happen to Yuugi now? A demon always lurking in his shadow, stalking his dreams and entangled in his sleep?
This wasn't natural. It wasn't right and they didn't belong. Their souls sat on opposite sides of the spectrum.
Mr. Moto had always believed that there was SOMETHING out there, but he just didn't know exactly what. Now he did.
Demons that claim possession of innocent children.
* * *
Yuugi shivered ceaselessly against his demon counter part. Yami tried to calm him down, utterly failing.
"I thought he was really going to pull the trigger, Yami. I really did. Gods, if anything happened to you, I don't know. I think I'd go mad." His head was buried in the soft cotton of Yami's pajama shirt.
"Nothing will ever happen to me, my light. That is a fact. Nothing." He whispered tenderly against Yuugi's ear, feeling every shred of drowning emotion racing through the young teen. "I will always be with you, always. No gun, blade or threat can stop me."
"Nothing?"
"No. If ever you were taken from my arms I would drench the earth in flames, and every army would fall at my feet. Not even the stars can keep us apart. You haven't realized this, lover: the world is yours, all you have to do is think it, and it's yours. Nothing is beyond my power."
"But none of that matters, Yami. Only you."
All of this was true. What the demon still had a hard time comprehending, though, was that Yuugi was worried about him. HIM! The one who had killed millions. The one who could have a blood-bath with the populace of the earth and not even blink.
Yuugi was all he had.
But then again, if his level of devotion was known to mind-frame of humans, there wouldn't be a soul left that wouldn't want to be on the receiving end. How many would kill to be in Yuugi's position? To have the riches of the world laid at their feet?
But Yuugi didn't want that, either. All he wanted was his darkness. His own demon held on to his only shred of sanity.
With a raspy breath, Yuugi lifted his head up to stare at Yami's crimson- ruby eyes, turning a glimmering maroon with emotion that only his light would ever see. Salty vapors sat on his cheeks, and were delicately kissed away by the dark spirit.
:My love is only for you. You are the only one I have room for. We will always be together, and you will always belong to me. You are mine, Yuugi. Your every thought and desire and breath and emotion and tear and dream and wish all belongs to me.:
:I know, Yami. I know.:
* * * *
The two had spent the rest of the morning in each other's arms, until Yuugi finally decided that he had to get a shower before evening. He still had school in the morning. Only reluctantly had Yami let him go. Such a tender moment between the two had not been shared since they were reunited.
Sopping wet and bedecked in a mere cotton towel, the young teen walked back to his room to put on some comfortable clothes for the night. The hard sound of rain pitter-pattered on the glass, sweet and warm with the summer breeze. Even the bark of the trees outside acquired a green hue, life growing profusely in every nook and crevice of the outdoors.
Yami was lying on the bed with an arm lazily draped over his eyes.
Yuugi felt the window. Yes, it was quite warm out.
A deliciously evil idea popped into his head. Yami had never been out in the rain yet, had he? He had not yet felt the inexplicable vigor of the pure water falling from the sky, and a sense of childish playfulness one feels when trying to get drenched on purpose.
And the spirit was still silent on the bed, oblivious of the plotting taking place in the mind of his light.
* * * *
I know that you are going to be mad with me, but this is it for now. Twisted citrus goodness on the way. Please, R&R.
Solomon Moto padded softly up the stairs that led to his grandson's bedroom. Monday morning, and Yuugi wasn't up. This wasn't surprising, though. Blessedly, the school had a day off today.
So, naturally, the young teen was still asleep in his room, 11:00 in the morning.
Solomon wished greatly that he didn't have to disturb him, as it seemed Yuugi had been getting less and less sleep every night, but leaving a simple note just didn't seem right. After all, he'd be gone for quite a while in Egypt.
Plane ticket in hand, he stopped short just outside of the door, listening to his grandson snore.
Since when did Yuugi snore?
Curious, he pushed open the door and peered inside. Oh, he wished that he hadn't done that. A heart attack was awaiting him on the other side.
Curled up next to his only grandchild, some strange male was snoring melodically in Yuugi's hair.
At first, he choked, then he spluttered. Paralyzed with fear at first, the elder man quickly resorted to rage.
How dare that stranger actually _sleep_ next to Yuugi!
Yuugi couldn't have known. He was a good child, and never would have permitted a monstrosity like this to occur. That could only mean one thing, then.
Yuugi must be in danger.
Without warning, ruby eyes snapped open to glare at him warningly, sending one thought down the marrow of Solomon's spine.
Hell. Does. Exist.
"Dear gods," he breathed, backing out of the room. Turning on his heels, he headed to his own room as fast as he could, grabbing the one shot gun he kept hidden at the top of the closet.
Loading the barrel on the run, he stormed back into Yuugi's room and aimed. "Yuugi, get up! You have to get out of here!" His voice was remarkably strong, considering how week he felt at the moment.
Yuugi's violet eyes fluttered open, starring at his grandfather in bewilderment. "G-grandpa, what are you doing?"
"Yuugi, there's a stranger in your bed. Run."
Yuugi turned his head slowly, looked into those hard crimson eyes, then laughed.
Why was he laughing?
"Grandpa, he's no stranger. He's my Yami!"
Solomon didn't seem to be listening. Instead, he held his gun higher. "Yuugi, run!"
Yuugi was horrified. "Grandpa, don't hurt him!" He threw his arms over his darker half, glaring at his elder in fear.
Why was Yuugi protecting him?
"Grandpa, you don't understand, please! Put the gun down!"
The stranger that Yuugi's arms were wrapped around sat up, returning the embrace. Solomon realized how remarkable it was that the two looked so much alike.
"Yuugi, what's going on?"
"Grandpa, remember when I told you that I had seen the face of Death, and touched his freezing skin? I wasn't just speaking metaphorically. It was real. Yami was in the puzzle that you gave me."
"He's a demon," Grandpa gasped.
"Please Grandpa, put the gun down! He won't hurt me! Ever!"
Yuugi's voice was quivering uncontrollably, face pale with fear. The demon was burning holes with his glare, or at least trying to. His arms were wrapped fiercely around Yuugi.
Slowly, tentatively, the elder man lowered the loaded weapon to the ground. "What's he doing here, Yuugi? Why hasn't he said anything?"
"H-he's really mad right now, grandpa." That was only too obvious, being that Solomon could practically see the thoughts of torture dancing behind those malicious eyes. Speech could be very volatile. "And we're bonded. He's here because of me." Such a low whisper, barely above a breath of wind.
Perhaps Yuugi wouldn't miss him after all.
"I was going to tell you that I have to go to Egypt for a couple of weeks."
His grandson nodded, still starkly alabaster.
What more could he say? Without another word, still trying vainly to digest every parent's worst fear, Solomon Moto left as softly as he had come.
How had this happened? Did he miss any signs? It was all his fault. His fault! What would happen to Yuugi now? A demon always lurking in his shadow, stalking his dreams and entangled in his sleep?
This wasn't natural. It wasn't right and they didn't belong. Their souls sat on opposite sides of the spectrum.
Mr. Moto had always believed that there was SOMETHING out there, but he just didn't know exactly what. Now he did.
Demons that claim possession of innocent children.
* * *
Yuugi shivered ceaselessly against his demon counter part. Yami tried to calm him down, utterly failing.
"I thought he was really going to pull the trigger, Yami. I really did. Gods, if anything happened to you, I don't know. I think I'd go mad." His head was buried in the soft cotton of Yami's pajama shirt.
"Nothing will ever happen to me, my light. That is a fact. Nothing." He whispered tenderly against Yuugi's ear, feeling every shred of drowning emotion racing through the young teen. "I will always be with you, always. No gun, blade or threat can stop me."
"Nothing?"
"No. If ever you were taken from my arms I would drench the earth in flames, and every army would fall at my feet. Not even the stars can keep us apart. You haven't realized this, lover: the world is yours, all you have to do is think it, and it's yours. Nothing is beyond my power."
"But none of that matters, Yami. Only you."
All of this was true. What the demon still had a hard time comprehending, though, was that Yuugi was worried about him. HIM! The one who had killed millions. The one who could have a blood-bath with the populace of the earth and not even blink.
Yuugi was all he had.
But then again, if his level of devotion was known to mind-frame of humans, there wouldn't be a soul left that wouldn't want to be on the receiving end. How many would kill to be in Yuugi's position? To have the riches of the world laid at their feet?
But Yuugi didn't want that, either. All he wanted was his darkness. His own demon held on to his only shred of sanity.
With a raspy breath, Yuugi lifted his head up to stare at Yami's crimson- ruby eyes, turning a glimmering maroon with emotion that only his light would ever see. Salty vapors sat on his cheeks, and were delicately kissed away by the dark spirit.
:My love is only for you. You are the only one I have room for. We will always be together, and you will always belong to me. You are mine, Yuugi. Your every thought and desire and breath and emotion and tear and dream and wish all belongs to me.:
:I know, Yami. I know.:
* * * *
The two had spent the rest of the morning in each other's arms, until Yuugi finally decided that he had to get a shower before evening. He still had school in the morning. Only reluctantly had Yami let him go. Such a tender moment between the two had not been shared since they were reunited.
Sopping wet and bedecked in a mere cotton towel, the young teen walked back to his room to put on some comfortable clothes for the night. The hard sound of rain pitter-pattered on the glass, sweet and warm with the summer breeze. Even the bark of the trees outside acquired a green hue, life growing profusely in every nook and crevice of the outdoors.
Yami was lying on the bed with an arm lazily draped over his eyes.
Yuugi felt the window. Yes, it was quite warm out.
A deliciously evil idea popped into his head. Yami had never been out in the rain yet, had he? He had not yet felt the inexplicable vigor of the pure water falling from the sky, and a sense of childish playfulness one feels when trying to get drenched on purpose.
And the spirit was still silent on the bed, oblivious of the plotting taking place in the mind of his light.
* * * *
I know that you are going to be mad with me, but this is it for now. Twisted citrus goodness on the way. Please, R&R.