Yuugi gave a gentle squeeze to the hand in his own. It was, truly, a
beautiful afternoon. Golden colors seemed to alight the sky, and, of
course, there was his yami. His pretty, pretty yami, walking side-by-side
with him through the park.
Yami's hand squeezed back, feeling as if nothing could go wrong this evening. Gods, how he loved his light.
"Still feeling wary about the underworld," Yuugi questioned.
"Vaguely," Yami replied, still unsure about the sesnsations he was feeling earlier.
Birds sat in the trees nearby, chirping merrily. Then, without warning, they flew off into the distance in a gush of noise, feathers, and leaves.
It was now very apparent that not all was right. "Yami. . ."
"Hai?"
"Birds don't just fly off like that, do they?"
"Iie, they do not."
Silence. Complete and absolute silence.
"Yami. . ."Yuugi started in apprehension, scooting closer to his lover.
:Hush, aibou. Something's not right.:
'Well obviously,' Yuugi thought.
And then it was black. Swirling and moving and constant an containing. There was no floor or sky or walls or anything. Simply swirls of black.
Yuugi backed up a little, confused, and Yami cried out, rushing towards him.
"Yami!" The demon's arm was raised in front of Yuugi's head, dripping with blood.
A blade eight inches long was protruding from it. "Oh, gods, Yami, where did this come from?"
But before the demon could answer, he was compelled to throw himself in front of Yuugi entirly, crying out when multiple shafts of steel pelted his back.
Yuugi was horror struck when Yami cried out, sinking to his knees. "No!" Coming to his knees too, he wrapped his arms around Yami and turned him to look at the demon's back, which was, indeed, impaled by many, many daggers.
"Yuugi, pull them out," Yami pleaded into his shoulder. "I can't die, but they do hurt. They hurt like hell."
Tentatively, Yuugi grabbed one at the hilt, and pulled at it quickly. When his demon cried out, he spluttered his apologies, but was prompted to remove the rest.
"Yami, who would do this," he questioned when he was done.
Yami shook his head. "I don't-" and then was interrupted by cackling. Insessent cackling that seemed to radiate around them.
Tensing, Yami stood, pushing Yuugi behind him. He recognized the voice. "Show yourself, Malik!"
Yuugi could see, vaguely, a figure appear through the swirls of black, and out walked what was unmistakably an Egyptian minion. Acrid purple eyes fixated on the duo in front of him.
"You weren't supposed to get in the way, prince. Those blades were not meant for you." The voice was cool, and yet yeld supressed rage and contempt.
"Obviously. What do you want, minion, to drag me to the shadow realm?"
The minion shrugged. "Nothing special. I just wanted that little mortal behind you killed, and to drag you back to Hell."
The black air around Death hissed and spluttered, radiating anger, rage, passion, and fury. "If it's a fight you want, it will not be held in the Shadow Realm, Heaven, or Hell for that matter." Crimson energy ripped apart the swirling darkness around them, and Yuugi found himself standing back in the park again.
"I do not want a fight, prince. In fact, I don't even need one. Just a little agreement from you. In blood."
Yami laughed. "Like you're going to get that."
"Oh, I think I will." Malik, with his plaited blonde hair and tanned skin gleaming, eyes twinkling with madness, held up a gold item in his left hand, which was none other than the Millenium Puzzle that Yuugi had solved.
"That's not possible!" Yuugi cried. "It's right here!" He looked down at his chest, and to his horror, found it devoid of any such object. "But, it can't be. . ."
Yami growled, eye visibly twitching. "What do you want!?" he demanded.
"If you do not swear with your blood that you will return to Hell, never to come back here again, I will destroy this puzzle, and when Yuugi's soul is set free from his body, I will kill it."
Yami shook his head. No. He couldn't. He couldn't! But Yuugi. His soul. His very SOUL was at stake. A blood oath would bind him forever. Even if he tried, he could never break it. Never.
Yuugi cried out in protest when one boot-clad foot stepped forward.
Yami looked back sorrowfully. "I'm sorry, lover. I have no choice."
"Don't do it!"
But Yami turned back around, and pulled the dagger which was still deeply set into his arm. With one stroke, he opened the skin on his right hand, and continued forward, feeling his blood drip down in puddles.
Yuugi was frantic. He was sure that he had the puzzle. He was sure! He would have FELT if it was removed.
Malik grinned in acheivement.
Yuugi, meanwhile, was feeling around his chest. The familiar weight was still there. He could FEEL it there. When, as odd as it might have been, he felt his hand connect with something solid, but he couldn't see it. But he could sure feel it. His head snapped back up, and he ran towards the demon at full speed.
"Yami, Yami stop! It's an illusion! He doesn't really have to puzzle! Yami, stop!!" He placed himself between the demon and the minion, grabbing the right hand that was just about to shake, sealing the oath.
"Feel, Yami! Feel!" He shoved the invisible puzzle in the demon's bleeding hand. Yami's eyes widened.
"It wasn't real. . ."
But Yuug was suddenly thrust into his embrace, his large violet eyes turning glassy. Yami could, somehow, feel it in his own body as well. He didn't have to see it.
A long sword was thrust up the young man's back, and blood began seeping out of the corner's of Yuugi's mouth.
Malik laughed with unsupressed triumph.
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Yami's hand squeezed back, feeling as if nothing could go wrong this evening. Gods, how he loved his light.
"Still feeling wary about the underworld," Yuugi questioned.
"Vaguely," Yami replied, still unsure about the sesnsations he was feeling earlier.
Birds sat in the trees nearby, chirping merrily. Then, without warning, they flew off into the distance in a gush of noise, feathers, and leaves.
It was now very apparent that not all was right. "Yami. . ."
"Hai?"
"Birds don't just fly off like that, do they?"
"Iie, they do not."
Silence. Complete and absolute silence.
"Yami. . ."Yuugi started in apprehension, scooting closer to his lover.
:Hush, aibou. Something's not right.:
'Well obviously,' Yuugi thought.
And then it was black. Swirling and moving and constant an containing. There was no floor or sky or walls or anything. Simply swirls of black.
Yuugi backed up a little, confused, and Yami cried out, rushing towards him.
"Yami!" The demon's arm was raised in front of Yuugi's head, dripping with blood.
A blade eight inches long was protruding from it. "Oh, gods, Yami, where did this come from?"
But before the demon could answer, he was compelled to throw himself in front of Yuugi entirly, crying out when multiple shafts of steel pelted his back.
Yuugi was horror struck when Yami cried out, sinking to his knees. "No!" Coming to his knees too, he wrapped his arms around Yami and turned him to look at the demon's back, which was, indeed, impaled by many, many daggers.
"Yuugi, pull them out," Yami pleaded into his shoulder. "I can't die, but they do hurt. They hurt like hell."
Tentatively, Yuugi grabbed one at the hilt, and pulled at it quickly. When his demon cried out, he spluttered his apologies, but was prompted to remove the rest.
"Yami, who would do this," he questioned when he was done.
Yami shook his head. "I don't-" and then was interrupted by cackling. Insessent cackling that seemed to radiate around them.
Tensing, Yami stood, pushing Yuugi behind him. He recognized the voice. "Show yourself, Malik!"
Yuugi could see, vaguely, a figure appear through the swirls of black, and out walked what was unmistakably an Egyptian minion. Acrid purple eyes fixated on the duo in front of him.
"You weren't supposed to get in the way, prince. Those blades were not meant for you." The voice was cool, and yet yeld supressed rage and contempt.
"Obviously. What do you want, minion, to drag me to the shadow realm?"
The minion shrugged. "Nothing special. I just wanted that little mortal behind you killed, and to drag you back to Hell."
The black air around Death hissed and spluttered, radiating anger, rage, passion, and fury. "If it's a fight you want, it will not be held in the Shadow Realm, Heaven, or Hell for that matter." Crimson energy ripped apart the swirling darkness around them, and Yuugi found himself standing back in the park again.
"I do not want a fight, prince. In fact, I don't even need one. Just a little agreement from you. In blood."
Yami laughed. "Like you're going to get that."
"Oh, I think I will." Malik, with his plaited blonde hair and tanned skin gleaming, eyes twinkling with madness, held up a gold item in his left hand, which was none other than the Millenium Puzzle that Yuugi had solved.
"That's not possible!" Yuugi cried. "It's right here!" He looked down at his chest, and to his horror, found it devoid of any such object. "But, it can't be. . ."
Yami growled, eye visibly twitching. "What do you want!?" he demanded.
"If you do not swear with your blood that you will return to Hell, never to come back here again, I will destroy this puzzle, and when Yuugi's soul is set free from his body, I will kill it."
Yami shook his head. No. He couldn't. He couldn't! But Yuugi. His soul. His very SOUL was at stake. A blood oath would bind him forever. Even if he tried, he could never break it. Never.
Yuugi cried out in protest when one boot-clad foot stepped forward.
Yami looked back sorrowfully. "I'm sorry, lover. I have no choice."
"Don't do it!"
But Yami turned back around, and pulled the dagger which was still deeply set into his arm. With one stroke, he opened the skin on his right hand, and continued forward, feeling his blood drip down in puddles.
Yuugi was frantic. He was sure that he had the puzzle. He was sure! He would have FELT if it was removed.
Malik grinned in acheivement.
Yuugi, meanwhile, was feeling around his chest. The familiar weight was still there. He could FEEL it there. When, as odd as it might have been, he felt his hand connect with something solid, but he couldn't see it. But he could sure feel it. His head snapped back up, and he ran towards the demon at full speed.
"Yami, Yami stop! It's an illusion! He doesn't really have to puzzle! Yami, stop!!" He placed himself between the demon and the minion, grabbing the right hand that was just about to shake, sealing the oath.
"Feel, Yami! Feel!" He shoved the invisible puzzle in the demon's bleeding hand. Yami's eyes widened.
"It wasn't real. . ."
But Yuug was suddenly thrust into his embrace, his large violet eyes turning glassy. Yami could, somehow, feel it in his own body as well. He didn't have to see it.
A long sword was thrust up the young man's back, and blood began seeping out of the corner's of Yuugi's mouth.
Malik laughed with unsupressed triumph.
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