24 reviews for 2 chapters!? @_@… I LOVE YOU ALL!!! Man, I can't believe you like this story that much. And so I don't disappoint, I give you chapter three.
Kiyoshi: (I hope I spelled that right!) Thank you but I already have a code name for Marik. But I'm afraid it maybe a few chapters before he makes a much wanted appearance. And you can tell Snow that yes, I am a her.
Ummm…I may sound like an idiot asking this question but what's an OC or Mary Sue? I was asked not to put many in the story but I don't know what they are. This is only my second fan fic so I really don't know all the lingo. Gods that made me feel dumb! .
Anyway, if you haven't figured out why Yami and Bakura are held in the conditions they are (or were in Yami's case) this chapter will reveal their secret!! Da dun dun!!!
Diesel (my puppy): *tilts head* o.O
What are you looking at!! I'm not taking insults from a dog! I don't have to!!
Diesel: _ …*growls*
Ummm… -.-;; I'm going to write this chapter before my dog kills me.
Diesel: n.n
Unbroken
CHAPTER THREE
Yugi slowly opened his eyes and was momentarily confused as to why he was on the floor of his own bedroom. When the memories of the previous night came back to him smiled slightly. Rolling over in his makeshift bed, he eyed his real bed, which hid the other boy from his view. The boy that looked shockingly like himself. Yugi didn't know if it was fate or pure luck that he had stumbled across Yami last night and he didn't care. All he knew was the boy needed help, and he was going to help him.
But what Yami had muttered when asked his name bothered Yugi. He had given a number and a code name before giving his own name. It was almost like he was an escaped laboratory experiment or a top-secret government weapon. And Yugi was now harboring him in his house.
And there was the way Yami had reacted to his bed. The way he had stared longingly at its softness and stroked the sheets so gently it appeared he though it would fade under his touch. It was almost as if he knew what it was but had never seen one before. Which was odd. Yami looked almost eighteen. There was no way and eighteen-year-old boy could have never spent a night in a real bed.
Yugi sighed and stared at his bedroom ceiling. Even though the sun now filtered in through the blinds, he could still the faint out line of the glow in the dark stars that dotted its pure white paint. Yami had also talked about someone he referred to as 'they'. He had refused to go to the hospital because they would be there and take him back. But take him back where? Was Yami an escaped criminal? People got numbers in jail and have to sleep on slab cots rather then beds. But they usually don't get a code name in prison, and Yami hadn't been wearing anything that looked like prison clothes. He had been wearing simple dark blue jeans and a black tang top. Defiantly not your normal prison attire. And Yami seemed too tortured to have escaped jail. He seemed almost as if he was a stranger in his own world. But Yugi didn't have time to dwell on that thought.
From downstairs came a sudden burst of what sounded like gunfire. A loud demanding voice starting barking out orders as the gunshots continued.
'Grab him you fools!' The voice screamed. 'He's the one the boss needs!!'
He heard Yami's strangled scream…coming from downstairs. Yugi jumped up and for the first time that morning realized that his bed was empty. Fear gripped his heart in an icy fist. With out so much as a second thought, Yugi was out his bedroom door and halfway down the stairs. The gunfire was getting louder and now that demanding voice was gargling with what Yugi could only imagine was a mouthful of blood. He shuddered and took the next few steps two at a time. When he reached the bottom, Yugi realized that something was wrong.
The commotion that he should have run into wasn't there. There were no bullet holes in the walls, no bodies strewn about his living room in a mangled mass of bloodied gore. But the sound was still there. Though the gunshots weren't as numerous, seeing as the gunmen were being picked off, and the demanding voice had given way to a gargled choke, there seemed to be no one in the house. Yugi crept towards the living room, which seemed to be the center of action, and peeked carefully inside, waiting for a bullet to tear into him. But none did.
Yugi let out a sighing breath when he realized that all the sound was coming from the television. On the screen was a horrid mob scene where very few of the original gunmen were left standing. One large man wearing a pinstriped business that was now covered in blood must have been the demanding voice that Yugi had heard. Bending down and grabbing the remote of the floor in front of the flashing screen, Yugi turned the volume down to a manageable level and clicked the TV off. So that crises was averted. Now all Yugi had to do was find Yami. That job was easier then he thought, but didn't seem like it would be as easy to solve as the 'takeover' had been.
Yami was curled up in the corner, arms wrapped tightly around his knees. His whole body was trembling as his crimson eyes stared off at nothing. His lips moved rapidly as though he was speaking very quickly but no sound came out. Yugi ran to him and dropped down at his side.
"Yami." He whispered, afraid that any urgency in his voice might frighten the already shaken teen. "What's wrong? It was just the TV. Those people weren't real. They couldn't hurt you."
A tiny but of life sparked in Yami's eyes as he turned his blank gaze to Yugi. Knowing that he was responding Yugi cautiously reached a hand out and began rubbing his tense shoulder. Yami jumped slightly with a tiny squeak.
"T-they weren't real?" He suddenly murmured.
Yugi smiled, relieved that Yami was fine. He gently squeezed his shoulder and nodded.
"They were nothing but pictures that moved." Yugi scrunched his nose remembering the volume at which the TV had been broadcasting at. "And noise. I'm sorry if it scared you. I just figured everyone knew about a television. Then again, you also acted like you've never seen a bed."
Yami shifted a bit and Yugi directed his gaze from the TV and back at Yami. The boy's eyes had filled with tears. Frantic, Yugi pulled him into a hug hoping it would help.
"Yami?" His voice was strained. "Yami, what's wrong?"
"I-I've never seen a bed or heard of t-t-television." He sniffed. "I've never heard of anything besides my lessons and what Master has taught me of your life."
Yugi gasped and sat back. Yami lowered his head and kept his gaze on the floor. It was almost as if he feared a rejection or cruelity from Yugi. Noticing this, the smaller boy pulled Yami into a hug again. When the older boy had calmed down a bit, Yugi sat back and set questioning eyes on him.
"Yami, you have a master?" The question held a grim seriousness. "That's wrong on multiple levels. And what are…lessons?"
Yami seemed to shiver at the mention of lessons. He shrank back farther into the corner before answering.
"No, Master has a right to own me." He whispered, gazing at Yugi with fear filled eyes. "He has a right to own all of us. We-we're dangerous. He told me that. He told me I was a menace and if I didn't stay with him and receive my lessons I could harm someone."
Yugi's mouth hung open, eyes wide as he tried to digest this new information. The way Yami talked expelled all his previous thoughts about prison and being a top-secret weapon. But idea of being a demented scientists human lab project now seemed to be going off like an alarm clock in the morning, annoying and unable to turn off.
"Yami…" Yugi didn't know how to ask this question without sending Yami farther into the mental cocoon the older boy had seemed to create. "Yami, why on earth would teenager be a menace to society?"
Surprisingly Yami seemed to awaken more with the question then zone out. Yugi sat back and allowed him some breathing room. With a final shudder, Yami turned to Yugi and placed his hands on his shoulders, forcing him to stay where he was.
"Promise me you won't leave me alone once I show you this." Yami begged, his crimson eyes revealing more emotions then his face would let show. "Please…Yugi."
Yugi nodded, slightly startled by Yami's sudden show of affection. The boy had seemed in need of some caring, but he never seemed like the kind of person cared in return. He went to take a hold of one of Yami's hands but the older boy pulled back quickly.
"I…I have powers." He rasped out. "I'm like the freaks you see in…those shows you go see in a theater. Damn it, what are they called?!"
Yugi jumped at Yami's raised voice. Although Yugi knew Yami meant him no harm, the boy could sure make himself appear intimidating. But he offered his help anyway.
"Movies?" He suggested.
Yami's face lit up momentarily at receiving a new bit of information. But it soon fell back into the darkness that seemed to fit his features so well. He absently rubbed his arms to keep off the cold that threatened to wrap around him.
"Yes, movies. I'm your classic movie 'freak'." Yami spat out the word freak. "I'm the first success and defiantly not the last. But the most powerful. Master needs me and he's going to be upset that I left. He'll probably punish all the other Unbrokens until he gets me back."
Guilt suddenly swarmed over Yami. He turned desperate eyes on Yugi, eyes that begged for forgiveness and understanding.
"I don't want any of them to get hurt, but I had to get out!" He pleaded with Yugi. "They taught me about your world because I never lived outside that building. They made me want to be a part of it so badly and then refused to allow me to even have one day out here. So I used my powers during my last lesson to escape."
Yugi watched as Yami began trembling again. He rubbed the older's back in slow circles. Yami raised a tear stained face to meet Yugi's soft gaze.
"What powers are you talking about?" Yugi's question was serious, but lacked the harshness that Yami was so used to. "Show me."
Yami pulled away from Yugi and glanced around the room. His eyes suddenly locked on something. Delight dazzled in his crimson orbs. Yugi turned to see what Yami was staring at and was confused to see that he was staring off into nothing. When he turned back to question Yami, he was gone. Yugi jumped. Yami couldn't have gotten up and ran away, Yugi would have sensed his movements being that close to the boy.
"Yami?" He called out meekly. "Where'd you go?"
"I'm right here."
Yugi jumped and let out a startled cry when he heard Yami's voice in his head. But that was impossible; wasn't it? Maybe Yami's power was mental communication. It would explain why he could hear him, but not see him.
"Mental communication is only one part of my many powers." Yami spoke to him once more. "I can also read your thoughts when I want. And shift shapes into other humans or animals. I can also control the elements, you know wind, water, fire, earth, heart."
Yugi giggled as Yami's words reminded him of that old childhood show 'Capitan Planet.' It was actually amusing to picture Yami having ever watched that show. He sobered up quickly when he remembered that Yami never had a normal childhood. He probably didn't even know who 'Capitan Planet' was.
The air in front of him suddenly started to waver and dance. Yugi's eyes opened wide in shock and he leaned in closer to try and figure out what it was. Suddenly Yami faded back into his full form. Yugi let out a gasp and fell backwards. While he was lying on his back he heard a new sound.
It was Yami, and he was laughing.
"Sorry." Yami chuckled. "I guess I forgot to mention that last power. I can make myself invisible to the human eye."
"So I noticed." Yugi retorted, though he continued to smile as he sat up. "I can see how that would helpful in escaping anywhere."
"Yes." Yami nodded. He went to say something when his stomach let out a loud grumble. He glanced up at Yugi who wore a knowing a smirk. "It appears that I'm hungry."
"I guess so." Yugi gave him a smile and stood, helping the taller boy to his feet. "Let's go see what we can conjure up in the kitchen. My Grandfather had to leave something good to eat before he left for work."
Yugi led Yami into their small kitchen. But to Yugi's shock, there was no mess from where his grandfather had cooked that morning. Instead there was a small slip of paper on the table. Yugi picked it up and read it to himself.
Dear Yugi,
I got a call last night asking me to leave the next morning on an expedition to Egypt. I tried to wake you to say goodbye this morning but your door was locked so I decided to just leave a note. I will call you as soon as I get in to my hotel to let you know that I am safe. I hope you are the same and please be careful.
Love,
Your Grandpa
Yugi sighed. That little bit of life he had to live for was always leaving him. But he knew that it was his Grandfather's job and with out it they would be living on the street. And then Yugi knew he might get worse then bullying.
Yami noticed this sadness, and even though he didn't really know Yugi all that well, he still felt for him. He took the note from Yugi and read it silently to himself. His brow furrowed in confusion. How could something like this make him sad? It was just writing from someone named 'Grandpa' that said he was in Egypt. What was so heartbreaking about that?
"Who's this 'Grandpa' that writes you this letter and why does he make you sad?" Yami asked.
Yugi picked up on his confusion and realized that Yami had no idea what a grandfather was. The boy had never had a family, only men in white coats administering tests. Yugi jumped when he felt Yami tap his shoulder. He looked up and was met by the same confused eyes.
"What are 'tests'?" His voice seemed almost, nervous. "And what's a f-family?"
Yugi blinked, wondering if he had said those thoughts aloud before remembering that Yami could read minds. He had probably sensed Yugi's worry and decided to step into his mind and see what was wrong. Yugi led him over to a table and forced him to sit. Then he turned and began rummaging through the cabinets for food.
"You don't have to worry about what tests are," Yugi threw a box of pancake mix over his shoulder. "You'll never have to deal with those again. And family are the people you live with. The ones that take care of you and love you. You had a mother once Yami, that's how you're here. Do you remember her?"
Yami stared off into to nothingness as he dug through his memory and tried to pull out a picture of his mother. All he could manage was her soft voice whispering into his infant ear.
'I won't lose you.' She hummed. 'Not like the others. You'll succeed where they all failed.'
Yami slowly drifted back to reality. He glanced at Yugi who had proceeded to make pancake batter. He sighed and leaned back in his chair.
"I remember her vaguely." He finally answered Yugi's question. "But she lost me to Master, just like all the others. I can't remember what she looked like, but I know that she did love me. She must have fought for me before Master took me."
"I'm sure she did." Yugi smiled, turning to a skillet and pouring some of the batter in forming small circles. "Well she would be your family. A grandfather would be her father. I live with my Grandpa because I lost my parents very long ago. They were killed. So Grandpa took me in. He's nice; when he gets back you can meet him. He'll probably even let you stay!"
Yami grinned, but it soon faded when Yugi placed a plate in front of him that had large soft looking circles on it. He poked at them and pulled back when he realized they were hot.
"What are these?" He asked Yugi, a brow raised in confusion. "Are they food?"
"They're pancakes!" Yugi laughed. He grabbed Yami's plate and began cutting up the pancakes. He then poured a sticky liquid over them. "And that's syrup. Now take a bite, try them!"
Yami hesitantly put a piece of the pancake in his mouth. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he dug into his meal. Yugi could only sit back and watch as Yami devoured the first breakfast he had ever had in eighteen years.
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Sorry about the wait in getting this one out, it turned out to be much longer then expected. Yami's got powers?! And they're not shadow powers. So what does that say about Bakura? And is Bakura really going to help The Master get his prized pet back? How do I come up with these things?!
Mysterious Voice: With my help!
Moons: Who's there?! What are you doing in my fan fic?!
Voice: Helping you write it you dolt! I'm Aurora, your muse!!
*Girl steps out of the shadows with black hair, bright hazel eyes, black leather pants, and a black muscle-t with the Aerosmith logo in white on the front. Large black wings protrude from her back*
Moons: You're my muse? What's with all the black?
Aurora: Ummm…check out your track record…*glances at book collection*…All Stephen King…*glances at previous short stories written*…all horror or thriller or suspense or angst related. And look here! *holds up an award* An award winner about fear being a deadly monster. Come on!! With these stories, you didn't expect your muse to be flapping around on white wings with a gold halo did you? Those muses are saved for romance…and you my friend, are not allowed to even let your mind wander to that department. They're afraid of you.
Moons: Guess that makes sense. So your like my yami?
Aurora: *shrugs * I guess you could say that. I am just a darker version of you…even though you do have black hair and wear black clothes…anyway…get on with your stories, I'm getting bored!!
Moons: All right! All right!! I'm going to got start the next chapter of My Immortal. Heh…now that I have an immortal.
Aurora: -_-;;; why do I get stuck with the insane hikari? Please review so I can get her to work!!