Yami smiled absently as he thought about the last words that had come from
Yugi's mouth. It took him the better part of five years to admit it, but
he finally had. He loved him. Yami was in seventh heaven.
Realizing that he'd kept Yugi waiting for long enough, he looked down to the spot where Yugi was resting. Or, rather, not resting. Fear over came him as he quickly searched the room and noticed there was no one else in the room with him. Maybe Yugi went downstairs to speak with the others . . .
Yami slowly got up from his position on the bed, muscles protesting. Checking the clock told his he'd been in the same position for twenty minutes.
Yami walked out of the bedroom and to the hall, making sure Yugi wasn't in the bathroom on the way to the main level. As he approached the living room he could hear the voices of the assassins and his own friends conversing. Looking in the kitchen and all other rooms in the hall leading to the living room, Yami saw no sign of Yugi.
Coming up the entrance of the living room, Yami peeked in. Yugi wasn't in the room. When he stepped in, he was faced with questioning glances.
"How's Yuge?" Joey inquired.
"He's not down here?" Yami was worried; so far he hadn't see hide nor hair of his little love.
"We thought he was upstairs with you . . ." Mandy offered.
'Where could he have gone? I wasn't just sitting there for too long. If he did run, were lucky that Domino isn't the largest town, so if we have to search for him it wouldn't be much ground to cover.' Yami couldn't believe it. Yugi had just left with out so much as an 'Goodbye' to him. Why would he do it, though? Hadn't he just proclaimed his love? Was he scared of Yami's reaction?
Yami's eyes hardened, he wouldn't let Yugi go, not again, never again. With new vigor, Yami stormed through the house, grabbing his leather jacket as he went. Reaching the back door, Yami stopped, hand not far from the knob, a vision over came him.
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Yugi stood close to a door, hand ready to knock, but then dropped it. Standing only for a second, Yugi turned, walking back down a set of steps.
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Yami's mind was aglow with relief, maybe that was Yugi's fate, maybe he had turned away from what he was to do, and maybe he was on his way home now! But what if he wasn't? The vision could easily have been a diversion of his mind, to take his attention away from his hikari.
Hesitantly reaching out again, Yami prepared himself for anything to happen when his hand next came in contact of the door. Nothing transpired. Opening the door, Yami stepped out, slamming the door swiftly behind, the windows of the shop rattling. Stepping down onto the sidewalk another vision overtook, sending Yami's mind spiraling.
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A hand reached out, Grasping Yugi, pulling him back, all the while silencing him with another.
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Yami was furious, someone was hurting his aibou! No one would get away with the offence ever again, he'd be sure of that. Thinking of the many places Yugi could possibly be, Yami started to grow worried. How could he find the house in the visions? He'd seen them but once, not nearly enough to know where his love was.
Love. Yami knew he loved the small boy, and in some way he always had.
With out and further thought, Yami took off in a blind run, and run he did, until sweat ran down his face, and the breath seemed to be squeezed from his chest. Without an inkling as to where Yugi had gone, Yami slowed, noticing he was just passing an alley, its looming walls foreboding, and the stench of the dead lingering, long past gone. As he passed the center of its entrance, another vision took over.
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A dark figure hid, its bulky mass huffing and puffing from over exertion. A police car sped down the street, which was conjunctional with the very same alley he stood in. As the cars headlights left around a corer just up the road, the large figure crept out from its hiding place, walking as casually as possible down the now empty street, disappearing into he night.
Yami felt himself wondering why he was seeing such a scene, when he heard a pitiful noise from the shadows, and the darkness seemed to move as light glowed, illumination his path. Within seconds Yami was on his knees staring at the small heap of flesh and blood, his hikari. Tears sprung in his eyes and Yami felt his heat clench painfully. Never would he have wished this upon anyone, especially his precious aibou.
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Cold air swirled around his jacket, whipping the material around his body. Shivering, Yami knew he was on the right path, all these images he kept seeing were of his aibou, all he had to do was find where they lead to.
Figuring the best-taken path would be the street he saw the burly man escape down, Yami walked stiffly, the cold seeping into his bones. Looking up, heaven wards, Yami saw rainstorm clouds brewing, their black heaps rolling swift, trying to overcome the other, sending flashes of light to the earth below.
Yami searched well into the night, wondering the streets until his legs went numb, and yet he did not find his hikari.
Disheartened, Yami bowed his head, feelings of anguish swaying his soul.
Another set of houses passed, none seen by the frustrated yami. The crimson-eyed man would have kept walking too, if not for a loud crash from behind, and when he did look back, shock overcame, followed be pure bliss.
A single house stood out from the others, its corners were serrated in the dark of night, the dark mass of clouds rising overhead, setting a background unbeatable in its own. A familiar set of steps led to a once before seen door, and Yami wanted nothing more then to burst into the residence and take what was his. But that would not be the best way to go, he knew, he needed a plan, and way to take Yugi and get out as soon as possible.
Sighing, he crouched down low, picking up a rock, his mind deep in thought. Their link was closed, so he had no way of telling Yugi he was there, no possible means to have him ready for rescue. Throwing and catching the rock in his hand, Yami was overcome with an idea, it wasn't the greatest, but it would suffice.
Walking around to the side of the house, Yami noticed all the basement windows were either boarded over, or had dark curtains blocking the rooms from observation. Hoping to find something more, he entered the backyard, cautious of animals. A sleeping Australian Shepard stirred as Yami cursed, hoping it was friendly, but did not move. Sighing in relief, Yami searched for any more windows, and found two. The closest was covered, thick black material stuffed up against the sill.
The next one was different though, its glass murky, hard to see into, but the five-thousand-year-old pharaoh tried. A single blurred figure was to be seen, it walked from one side of the room and out of Yami's sights, and he was starting to become agitated. Without further hesitation, Yami rush around the house, rock still in hand and winded up, tossing it directly at the front window, and ran. He didn't even stay to see if the distraction had been fulfilled; he just took off, the shattered glass left behind.
A loud growling emitted from the corner of the yard as he dashed into it, the dog had awoken. Yami spun on his heel, facing the beast, it hackles were raised.
Slowly walking backwards to the furthest window, Yami held up his hands, an unconscious sign of peace, the dog did not back down. Instead, it attacked, barking twice for good measure. Clenching his eyes shut tightly, Yami was sure he was a goner, that it, until he felt the slick, wet tongue of the animal on his upraised hand. Slowly peaking open his eyes, Yami burst out in a smile. The mutt was up on its hind legs, half perked ears twitching along with its tail, tongue lolling out.
Patting the mutt, the tri-colored haired man once again, though still cautious, made his way to the window. Looking in to make sure the figure was not there, Yami thrust a foot into the window, shattering his second pane that night. Once he had jumped into the basement, Yami felt the warmth creep back into his flesh. The warmth seemed to be emitting from one part of the room, and Yami hoped to find his hikari alive.
There was no indication of life in this section of the house, its bare cement wall constricting nothing. There was a bend in the walls, and Yami was unable to see what was beyond, and when he did, he wished with all his might he hadn't.
Yugi laid, his arms and legs shackled to a metal table, naked for all to see. Yami drew in a sharp breath as he saw all the open wounds adorning his pale features, the many scars that had never been there before.
"Beautiful picture, isn't it?" Yami swirled, cold crimson orbs focusing on a man standing, arms crossed, and a smirk playing on his thin lips. "I just adore seeing such exotic pretties sprawled out just for me," The man uncrossed his arms. "What do you think of my work? All that blood painting his skin, so much like porcelain, it's a faultless picture of pain and splendor."
Yami felt the anger rise in him, its raging tentacles of flame wrapping around his very essence, surrounding him. The unbearable urge to kill over took and Yami lunged, sending a powerful high punch to the mans face, satisfaction wash over him as blood erupted, pour from the mans nose. Growling the other attacked, two lightning fast turning kicks later and Yami was set on his arse. Almost sure of at least on broken rib, Yami winced, trying vainly to stand.
"You really thought you could take him, didn't you? My pretty will never leave here, not alive," Dark brown eyes searched to room, resting on a large katana. "You do realize you're about to die, don't you? Not a single soul will leave this house tonight, not without becoming a piece of meat." At once the sharp tip of a blade was forced into Yami's vision, a threatening glint on its length. "Before you become mince-meat, let me introduce myself," A deep, sarcastic bow was given, "Kado, secret lover and abuser of many."
Yami was more then angry, he was beyond livid, and he was breathing the very foundations of abhorrence. This man dared to injure his hikari, his beloved Yugi. Kado had pointed the blade into his face, and with a rapid swipe had cut his countenance. Yami felt the blood pool, gathering into a droplet, and then falling along his cheek, trailing a path down his neck.
"You look pretty when you have blood on your skin, not as tempting as my Yugi, but all so luring." Kado said, tiling his chin to the side, examining Yami as though he was a doll. "I would very much like to see you tied up, in the same position of my pretty, or maybe with him . . ."
Yami felt the ire rise in his throat, waiting to burst forward in myriads of fury. Hate crept along his spine, giving all the strength Yami needed to burst forward, growl in disgust and catch Kado in the jaw with his gritted hand. Watching in pleasure as Kado dropped, a dead weight on the cement floor, Yami grasped his side and made his way to Yugi.
Tears sprung in blood red pools as Yami speculated the condition his Yugi was in. Life fluid poured from lacerations all across the tiny body, dripping of the table edge and formulating into a pond of shimmering fluid. Looking back Yami confirmed that Kado was down, then as gently as he could, undid the clasps restraining Yugi limp arms and legs.
Gathering the small man into his arms, Yami cradled the one he loved. A light blue tinge covered once rosy lips, and cold skin came into contact with Yami's hands. Eyes widening, Yami franticly search for a pulse, yet none was to be found.
That night a storm covered the town of Domino; its tears of agony crying with darkness as despair over came all, and the light of many lives was gone.
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End of prologue.
Realizing that he'd kept Yugi waiting for long enough, he looked down to the spot where Yugi was resting. Or, rather, not resting. Fear over came him as he quickly searched the room and noticed there was no one else in the room with him. Maybe Yugi went downstairs to speak with the others . . .
Yami slowly got up from his position on the bed, muscles protesting. Checking the clock told his he'd been in the same position for twenty minutes.
Yami walked out of the bedroom and to the hall, making sure Yugi wasn't in the bathroom on the way to the main level. As he approached the living room he could hear the voices of the assassins and his own friends conversing. Looking in the kitchen and all other rooms in the hall leading to the living room, Yami saw no sign of Yugi.
Coming up the entrance of the living room, Yami peeked in. Yugi wasn't in the room. When he stepped in, he was faced with questioning glances.
"How's Yuge?" Joey inquired.
"He's not down here?" Yami was worried; so far he hadn't see hide nor hair of his little love.
"We thought he was upstairs with you . . ." Mandy offered.
'Where could he have gone? I wasn't just sitting there for too long. If he did run, were lucky that Domino isn't the largest town, so if we have to search for him it wouldn't be much ground to cover.' Yami couldn't believe it. Yugi had just left with out so much as an 'Goodbye' to him. Why would he do it, though? Hadn't he just proclaimed his love? Was he scared of Yami's reaction?
Yami's eyes hardened, he wouldn't let Yugi go, not again, never again. With new vigor, Yami stormed through the house, grabbing his leather jacket as he went. Reaching the back door, Yami stopped, hand not far from the knob, a vision over came him.
-
Yugi stood close to a door, hand ready to knock, but then dropped it. Standing only for a second, Yugi turned, walking back down a set of steps.
-
Yami's mind was aglow with relief, maybe that was Yugi's fate, maybe he had turned away from what he was to do, and maybe he was on his way home now! But what if he wasn't? The vision could easily have been a diversion of his mind, to take his attention away from his hikari.
Hesitantly reaching out again, Yami prepared himself for anything to happen when his hand next came in contact of the door. Nothing transpired. Opening the door, Yami stepped out, slamming the door swiftly behind, the windows of the shop rattling. Stepping down onto the sidewalk another vision overtook, sending Yami's mind spiraling.
-
A hand reached out, Grasping Yugi, pulling him back, all the while silencing him with another.
-
Yami was furious, someone was hurting his aibou! No one would get away with the offence ever again, he'd be sure of that. Thinking of the many places Yugi could possibly be, Yami started to grow worried. How could he find the house in the visions? He'd seen them but once, not nearly enough to know where his love was.
Love. Yami knew he loved the small boy, and in some way he always had.
With out and further thought, Yami took off in a blind run, and run he did, until sweat ran down his face, and the breath seemed to be squeezed from his chest. Without an inkling as to where Yugi had gone, Yami slowed, noticing he was just passing an alley, its looming walls foreboding, and the stench of the dead lingering, long past gone. As he passed the center of its entrance, another vision took over.
-
A dark figure hid, its bulky mass huffing and puffing from over exertion. A police car sped down the street, which was conjunctional with the very same alley he stood in. As the cars headlights left around a corer just up the road, the large figure crept out from its hiding place, walking as casually as possible down the now empty street, disappearing into he night.
Yami felt himself wondering why he was seeing such a scene, when he heard a pitiful noise from the shadows, and the darkness seemed to move as light glowed, illumination his path. Within seconds Yami was on his knees staring at the small heap of flesh and blood, his hikari. Tears sprung in his eyes and Yami felt his heat clench painfully. Never would he have wished this upon anyone, especially his precious aibou.
-
Cold air swirled around his jacket, whipping the material around his body. Shivering, Yami knew he was on the right path, all these images he kept seeing were of his aibou, all he had to do was find where they lead to.
Figuring the best-taken path would be the street he saw the burly man escape down, Yami walked stiffly, the cold seeping into his bones. Looking up, heaven wards, Yami saw rainstorm clouds brewing, their black heaps rolling swift, trying to overcome the other, sending flashes of light to the earth below.
Yami searched well into the night, wondering the streets until his legs went numb, and yet he did not find his hikari.
Disheartened, Yami bowed his head, feelings of anguish swaying his soul.
Another set of houses passed, none seen by the frustrated yami. The crimson-eyed man would have kept walking too, if not for a loud crash from behind, and when he did look back, shock overcame, followed be pure bliss.
A single house stood out from the others, its corners were serrated in the dark of night, the dark mass of clouds rising overhead, setting a background unbeatable in its own. A familiar set of steps led to a once before seen door, and Yami wanted nothing more then to burst into the residence and take what was his. But that would not be the best way to go, he knew, he needed a plan, and way to take Yugi and get out as soon as possible.
Sighing, he crouched down low, picking up a rock, his mind deep in thought. Their link was closed, so he had no way of telling Yugi he was there, no possible means to have him ready for rescue. Throwing and catching the rock in his hand, Yami was overcome with an idea, it wasn't the greatest, but it would suffice.
Walking around to the side of the house, Yami noticed all the basement windows were either boarded over, or had dark curtains blocking the rooms from observation. Hoping to find something more, he entered the backyard, cautious of animals. A sleeping Australian Shepard stirred as Yami cursed, hoping it was friendly, but did not move. Sighing in relief, Yami searched for any more windows, and found two. The closest was covered, thick black material stuffed up against the sill.
The next one was different though, its glass murky, hard to see into, but the five-thousand-year-old pharaoh tried. A single blurred figure was to be seen, it walked from one side of the room and out of Yami's sights, and he was starting to become agitated. Without further hesitation, Yami rush around the house, rock still in hand and winded up, tossing it directly at the front window, and ran. He didn't even stay to see if the distraction had been fulfilled; he just took off, the shattered glass left behind.
A loud growling emitted from the corner of the yard as he dashed into it, the dog had awoken. Yami spun on his heel, facing the beast, it hackles were raised.
Slowly walking backwards to the furthest window, Yami held up his hands, an unconscious sign of peace, the dog did not back down. Instead, it attacked, barking twice for good measure. Clenching his eyes shut tightly, Yami was sure he was a goner, that it, until he felt the slick, wet tongue of the animal on his upraised hand. Slowly peaking open his eyes, Yami burst out in a smile. The mutt was up on its hind legs, half perked ears twitching along with its tail, tongue lolling out.
Patting the mutt, the tri-colored haired man once again, though still cautious, made his way to the window. Looking in to make sure the figure was not there, Yami thrust a foot into the window, shattering his second pane that night. Once he had jumped into the basement, Yami felt the warmth creep back into his flesh. The warmth seemed to be emitting from one part of the room, and Yami hoped to find his hikari alive.
There was no indication of life in this section of the house, its bare cement wall constricting nothing. There was a bend in the walls, and Yami was unable to see what was beyond, and when he did, he wished with all his might he hadn't.
Yugi laid, his arms and legs shackled to a metal table, naked for all to see. Yami drew in a sharp breath as he saw all the open wounds adorning his pale features, the many scars that had never been there before.
"Beautiful picture, isn't it?" Yami swirled, cold crimson orbs focusing on a man standing, arms crossed, and a smirk playing on his thin lips. "I just adore seeing such exotic pretties sprawled out just for me," The man uncrossed his arms. "What do you think of my work? All that blood painting his skin, so much like porcelain, it's a faultless picture of pain and splendor."
Yami felt the anger rise in him, its raging tentacles of flame wrapping around his very essence, surrounding him. The unbearable urge to kill over took and Yami lunged, sending a powerful high punch to the mans face, satisfaction wash over him as blood erupted, pour from the mans nose. Growling the other attacked, two lightning fast turning kicks later and Yami was set on his arse. Almost sure of at least on broken rib, Yami winced, trying vainly to stand.
"You really thought you could take him, didn't you? My pretty will never leave here, not alive," Dark brown eyes searched to room, resting on a large katana. "You do realize you're about to die, don't you? Not a single soul will leave this house tonight, not without becoming a piece of meat." At once the sharp tip of a blade was forced into Yami's vision, a threatening glint on its length. "Before you become mince-meat, let me introduce myself," A deep, sarcastic bow was given, "Kado, secret lover and abuser of many."
Yami was more then angry, he was beyond livid, and he was breathing the very foundations of abhorrence. This man dared to injure his hikari, his beloved Yugi. Kado had pointed the blade into his face, and with a rapid swipe had cut his countenance. Yami felt the blood pool, gathering into a droplet, and then falling along his cheek, trailing a path down his neck.
"You look pretty when you have blood on your skin, not as tempting as my Yugi, but all so luring." Kado said, tiling his chin to the side, examining Yami as though he was a doll. "I would very much like to see you tied up, in the same position of my pretty, or maybe with him . . ."
Yami felt the ire rise in his throat, waiting to burst forward in myriads of fury. Hate crept along his spine, giving all the strength Yami needed to burst forward, growl in disgust and catch Kado in the jaw with his gritted hand. Watching in pleasure as Kado dropped, a dead weight on the cement floor, Yami grasped his side and made his way to Yugi.
Tears sprung in blood red pools as Yami speculated the condition his Yugi was in. Life fluid poured from lacerations all across the tiny body, dripping of the table edge and formulating into a pond of shimmering fluid. Looking back Yami confirmed that Kado was down, then as gently as he could, undid the clasps restraining Yugi limp arms and legs.
Gathering the small man into his arms, Yami cradled the one he loved. A light blue tinge covered once rosy lips, and cold skin came into contact with Yami's hands. Eyes widening, Yami franticly search for a pulse, yet none was to be found.
That night a storm covered the town of Domino; its tears of agony crying with darkness as despair over came all, and the light of many lives was gone.
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End of prologue.