So soft, so warm. Content and blissful and sleep sleep, sleep. Quiet and
happy and restful and undisturbed, warm.
So very, very warm.
Silky and soft and comforting and yes.
So so warm.
Yuugi stiffled a sleepy yawn, not daring to open his eyes. Oh, no. Not after the nightmare that he had. No, sleep was all that he wanted.
It was warm, comforting. Why so warm?
No. No no no no no. Yuugi didn't dare open his eyes this time. Nope. He wouldn't. He refused. Flat out would not do it.
Damn.
Slowly, tentatively, one lavender eye peeked open, the other following suit.
Warm and glowing and soft and yummy yummy tanned skin greeted him, a seductively muscular chest rising and steadily falling with each breath.
"GYAAAAAHHH!!!"
Yuugi let out a wail, jerking awake the handsom male who was currently holding him like a child would a stuffed teddy bear.
Not realizing what he was doing, Yuugi ended up backing off the bed, falling down with a dull 'THUD'.
Yami was concerned, scooting over to help up his lighter half, when Yuugi's head popped back up, eyes wide, starring at him in disbelief. "So it wasn't dream!" he declared.
Yami chuckled, shaking his head no. For it was not a dream, it was all real.
"Oh," Yuugi moaned. "I'm so hungry. I haven't had a decent meal in. . ." he ticked off on his fingers, "two days! What about you, are you hungry?"
Yami shook his head yes.
Yuugi struggled to stand, and, much to his extreme annoyance, found his muscles still reluctant to respond to much. Growling and grunting, a few choice words voiced, and his darker side stood, helping him to stand. The trek dowstairs was a long and perilous one, and Yuugi was afraid that the Boogey Man would jump out at them any minute.
Next came the kitchen.
Yami was holding on to Yuugi from behind, allowing Yuugi to lead them, but giving the support the young man so direly needed.
"Yuugi? You're up? How are you feeling?" Yuugi's Ji-chan was at the kitchen table with the carton of juice already out.
"Like a boneless chicken with no feet," he muttered. Yami sat down at one of the tables, pulling Yuugi into his lap.
"My boy, what happened to you? What did they do?"
The young man shook his head. "I don't know Ji-chan. All I know is that it hurt a lot."
Sugoroku noticed that this 'other Yuugi' was fiddling with some sort of trinket that Yuugi's had around his neck. "Yuugi, what is that?"
Lavender eyes looked at him confused, until he saw his grandfather looking at his chest. There, right there, Yami was holding this strange looking, upside down pyramid, looking of solid gold. "I don't know. I never noticed it there before."
Yami muttered something, not that either of the other two could understand him. Yuugi sighed. "I wish I could understand him."
"Hai."
:-That is something that we both wish.-:
Yuugi shook his head. Boy, he must still be really tired. Leaning back into the warm chest of his darkness, he closed his eyes to rest them. "Did you make breakfast, Ji-chan? I'm so hungry."
The old man chuckled. "Not yet. But being hungry is a good sign. It means that you're not going to die on us."
"Maybe some eggs, bacon, waffles, sausage, biscuits, oh, that sounds good."
:-Waffles? What on eath are waffles?-:
Again, Yuugi shook his head. There was that voice again. :What the hell?:
Yami jumped, holding even tighter to Yuugi. "Yami, did you say something?" This time, through the uttered nonsense, Yuugi did hear something.
:-I was going to ask you the same question.-:
"Gaah! There it is again! That voice!"
"What?" Sugoroku looked over from where he was at the stove, cooking some eggs. "Yuugi, what's wrong?"
Yuugi turned around to look at Yami, brows furrowed. :Can you hear me?:
Crimson eyes widened considerable. :-Only if you can hear me.-:
Cracking a very wide smile, Yuugi couldn't help but give a small squeal of delight.
"Yuugi, what is it? What's going on? Is everything all right?" Sugoroku prodded, completely ignored at the moment.
:-What is that man saying?-:
:You mean Ji-chan? He's curious about what's going on. You mean that you can't understand him?:
:-Every word he speaks makes ablsolutely no sense to me.-:
"Ji-chan, we can hear each other though our minds. That's probably why he could understand me when I talked. I was just too tired to hear him."
"So he doesn't understand me?"
"Not one word."
Yami looked thoughtful for a moment. :-What about the woman that hurt you? We could understand each other just fine.-:
:She didn't seem to be a normal person, Yami. Did you understand what any of the guards said to you?:
:-No, but that one was going to touch you. So, he had to die. End of story.- :
:They all ended up dying.:
:-They were going to kill you, Yuugi. I didn't have any choice.-:
:Five square miles?:
:-Their dungeons ran deep. They would have come after you.-:
Sugoroku noticed the glazed looks the two were giving each other, and realized that they were talking. Odd. So very odd. He couldn't even get through to them to tell them that breakfast was ready.
:Couldn't we have dealt with that when they came?:
:-No. Your safety was more important.-:
Yuugi turned his head to the side, slightly confused. :Why?:
Crimson eyes softend a bit. :-Because you are my light. I'll die without you, and my whole world will go cold. As much as you don't want me to leave, I don't want to go either. We're forever bound to each other, my light. The world comes second to you.-:
:Die?:
:-Yes, die.-:
That statement was said with such finality, that Yuugi didn't argue, nor did he want to. Die. He shuttered a bit. To be able to die with the seperation of just one person, it was scary, and it made him hold on to his darkness all the more.
The smells of bacon and eggs made themselves known, and Yuugi and Yami both began to quickly devour.
"Yuugi," Sugoroku started.
"Hai, Ji-chan?" Yuugi said through a mouthful a toast.
"There was a big report all over the news this morning. Something about a big explosion just outside of town. All kinds of bodies were found uncathed, but completely lifeless. It was like the lights were out, nobody home, but no sign of trauma. Do you know anything?"
Yuugi struggled to swallow the lump in his thoat. :Y-yami?:
:-Yes?-:
:What exactly -did- you do to all of those people?:
Silence.
:Yami?:
:-I shattered their souls, my light.-:
Another swallow.
"H. .hai, Ji-chan. I do know what happened. That was Yami's doing."
So his suspicions from last night were correct. "A killer. . ."
"It was to protect us, Ji-chan! Please understand! They were going to kill us! That woman, she said that she wanted Yami for power. She probably would have stripped him of everything he had, and left him as some empty shell in the ditch! Please, Ji-chan, don't be angry!" Yuugi pleaded.
"Yuugi, he killed."
"But it was for me, Ji-chan. It was for me. . ."
This did not sound like the grandson he knew just two days ago. Something was off. Yuugi could never justify this.
"Yuugi, it might be best if Yami was contained. What if he killed again? He doesn't appear to have any remorse for what he did." Sugoroku stopped short, looking back at the now acrid purple eyes.
"No, Ji-chan."
"What?"
"No."
Yami, all the while, was only getting half of the arguement, and not liking what he was hearing so far.
"Yuugi, so long as you live under my roof you will live under my rules."
"DAMN IT, JI-CHAN DON'T GIVE ME THAT!"
Sugoroku was left stunned.
"You can't expect me to just hand over half of my soul, and say 'So long, soul, have a nice life!' Are you nuts?! He'll die without me! You can't!!!"
Sugoroku was left speachless.
"You can't possibly imagine what it's like to have a part of you ripped out through your very skin, you blood covering every inch of you until you pass out from the pain, waking up hoarse from screaming and unable to move!"
Sugoroku could not register just what was happening to him right now.
"I don't care if Yami kills all of Tokyo you can't take him away from me!" Yuugi was standing now, using the table for leverage, trying to get though to his grandfather the seriousness of their partnership. The yami and the hikari.
At Yuugi's sudden break out, Yami began glarring, struggling to get his lighter half to be calm. This was surely going to bring about another head ache.
:-Yuugi,-:
:He can't! He can't! I won't let him!: Even in his mind Yuugi was in hysterics.
:-Yuugi.-:
For some reason, the young man snapped back to reality, and saw his grandfather starring at him in disbelief, but not in anger.
"I never knew you went through so much yesterday, Yuugi. I didn't know. I'm only concerned about you."
Defeated and out of energy, Yuugi hung his head, asking Yami to bring them back upstairs. He needed more rest, and he wasn't one to turn down the thought of sleep.
Whoever this Yami person was, it was hard to believe that he was apart of Yuugi. And Sugoroku knew that he did not like this person, and that there was no getting rid of him, without disowning Yuugi. And that he'd never do.
* * * * * *
Yami gently set Yuugi down on his bed, bringing the sheets back up to cover him.
:Yami?:
:-Yes?-:
:What did the woman mean by 'pharaoh'?:
:-I don't remember much, my light, but I think that I, or you, or we, at one point in timed ruled in Kemmet. I have lost most of my memory, but I do know that the power in which that mage seeked does indeed reside within me, thefore, residing within you.-:
:Hm.: Yuugi decided that it would be something to muse about later. :Stay with me?:
:-Of course, Yuugi. Of course.-:
* * * * * *
"They were fools."
"Why the hell did they play it out that way?"
"They were ametures, seeking the power of the pharaoh. They severely underestimated him."
"Well, at least the arrogant bastard did away from the rebels." The rebels were those that severd under him, until they believed that they could get the very same thing that their master so desperately wanted first. What fools.
"Ah, yes, the rebels." Arrogant bastard, no, that's something that the pharaoh was not. He had too much power to be arrogant. And he wasn't biased, he just hated everything the same. Except himself, of course. Vain, yes. That was more like it. Vanity in his lighter self.
The pharaoh had almost unlimited power, and all he had to do was tap into it, fed by the darkness and driving all rational thought to death and carnage and killing and destruction.
After all, the power to take souls and break and bend and torture them was something that only gods could do.
And he was the incarnation of Ra, wasn't he?
The world would fall at his mercy, but for his little itty bitty light that had always held him back. Always forced him into submission.
Such irony! Something so strong controlled by something so weak!
"I'll find him. And I'll be able to take away his powers. They will be mine!" A raspy laughter filled the cold, hard room.
"Yes, master Malik. They will."
* * * * * *
Hmm, well, maybe not as long as the other one, but good still the same. Yes, okay I think. Hope you liked, hope some more light was spread on this mystery. Some very violent, graphic, and yaoi-ish scenes up ahead. Please enjoy.
So very, very warm.
Silky and soft and comforting and yes.
So so warm.
Yuugi stiffled a sleepy yawn, not daring to open his eyes. Oh, no. Not after the nightmare that he had. No, sleep was all that he wanted.
It was warm, comforting. Why so warm?
No. No no no no no. Yuugi didn't dare open his eyes this time. Nope. He wouldn't. He refused. Flat out would not do it.
Damn.
Slowly, tentatively, one lavender eye peeked open, the other following suit.
Warm and glowing and soft and yummy yummy tanned skin greeted him, a seductively muscular chest rising and steadily falling with each breath.
"GYAAAAAHHH!!!"
Yuugi let out a wail, jerking awake the handsom male who was currently holding him like a child would a stuffed teddy bear.
Not realizing what he was doing, Yuugi ended up backing off the bed, falling down with a dull 'THUD'.
Yami was concerned, scooting over to help up his lighter half, when Yuugi's head popped back up, eyes wide, starring at him in disbelief. "So it wasn't dream!" he declared.
Yami chuckled, shaking his head no. For it was not a dream, it was all real.
"Oh," Yuugi moaned. "I'm so hungry. I haven't had a decent meal in. . ." he ticked off on his fingers, "two days! What about you, are you hungry?"
Yami shook his head yes.
Yuugi struggled to stand, and, much to his extreme annoyance, found his muscles still reluctant to respond to much. Growling and grunting, a few choice words voiced, and his darker side stood, helping him to stand. The trek dowstairs was a long and perilous one, and Yuugi was afraid that the Boogey Man would jump out at them any minute.
Next came the kitchen.
Yami was holding on to Yuugi from behind, allowing Yuugi to lead them, but giving the support the young man so direly needed.
"Yuugi? You're up? How are you feeling?" Yuugi's Ji-chan was at the kitchen table with the carton of juice already out.
"Like a boneless chicken with no feet," he muttered. Yami sat down at one of the tables, pulling Yuugi into his lap.
"My boy, what happened to you? What did they do?"
The young man shook his head. "I don't know Ji-chan. All I know is that it hurt a lot."
Sugoroku noticed that this 'other Yuugi' was fiddling with some sort of trinket that Yuugi's had around his neck. "Yuugi, what is that?"
Lavender eyes looked at him confused, until he saw his grandfather looking at his chest. There, right there, Yami was holding this strange looking, upside down pyramid, looking of solid gold. "I don't know. I never noticed it there before."
Yami muttered something, not that either of the other two could understand him. Yuugi sighed. "I wish I could understand him."
"Hai."
:-That is something that we both wish.-:
Yuugi shook his head. Boy, he must still be really tired. Leaning back into the warm chest of his darkness, he closed his eyes to rest them. "Did you make breakfast, Ji-chan? I'm so hungry."
The old man chuckled. "Not yet. But being hungry is a good sign. It means that you're not going to die on us."
"Maybe some eggs, bacon, waffles, sausage, biscuits, oh, that sounds good."
:-Waffles? What on eath are waffles?-:
Again, Yuugi shook his head. There was that voice again. :What the hell?:
Yami jumped, holding even tighter to Yuugi. "Yami, did you say something?" This time, through the uttered nonsense, Yuugi did hear something.
:-I was going to ask you the same question.-:
"Gaah! There it is again! That voice!"
"What?" Sugoroku looked over from where he was at the stove, cooking some eggs. "Yuugi, what's wrong?"
Yuugi turned around to look at Yami, brows furrowed. :Can you hear me?:
Crimson eyes widened considerable. :-Only if you can hear me.-:
Cracking a very wide smile, Yuugi couldn't help but give a small squeal of delight.
"Yuugi, what is it? What's going on? Is everything all right?" Sugoroku prodded, completely ignored at the moment.
:-What is that man saying?-:
:You mean Ji-chan? He's curious about what's going on. You mean that you can't understand him?:
:-Every word he speaks makes ablsolutely no sense to me.-:
"Ji-chan, we can hear each other though our minds. That's probably why he could understand me when I talked. I was just too tired to hear him."
"So he doesn't understand me?"
"Not one word."
Yami looked thoughtful for a moment. :-What about the woman that hurt you? We could understand each other just fine.-:
:She didn't seem to be a normal person, Yami. Did you understand what any of the guards said to you?:
:-No, but that one was going to touch you. So, he had to die. End of story.- :
:They all ended up dying.:
:-They were going to kill you, Yuugi. I didn't have any choice.-:
:Five square miles?:
:-Their dungeons ran deep. They would have come after you.-:
Sugoroku noticed the glazed looks the two were giving each other, and realized that they were talking. Odd. So very odd. He couldn't even get through to them to tell them that breakfast was ready.
:Couldn't we have dealt with that when they came?:
:-No. Your safety was more important.-:
Yuugi turned his head to the side, slightly confused. :Why?:
Crimson eyes softend a bit. :-Because you are my light. I'll die without you, and my whole world will go cold. As much as you don't want me to leave, I don't want to go either. We're forever bound to each other, my light. The world comes second to you.-:
:Die?:
:-Yes, die.-:
That statement was said with such finality, that Yuugi didn't argue, nor did he want to. Die. He shuttered a bit. To be able to die with the seperation of just one person, it was scary, and it made him hold on to his darkness all the more.
The smells of bacon and eggs made themselves known, and Yuugi and Yami both began to quickly devour.
"Yuugi," Sugoroku started.
"Hai, Ji-chan?" Yuugi said through a mouthful a toast.
"There was a big report all over the news this morning. Something about a big explosion just outside of town. All kinds of bodies were found uncathed, but completely lifeless. It was like the lights were out, nobody home, but no sign of trauma. Do you know anything?"
Yuugi struggled to swallow the lump in his thoat. :Y-yami?:
:-Yes?-:
:What exactly -did- you do to all of those people?:
Silence.
:Yami?:
:-I shattered their souls, my light.-:
Another swallow.
"H. .hai, Ji-chan. I do know what happened. That was Yami's doing."
So his suspicions from last night were correct. "A killer. . ."
"It was to protect us, Ji-chan! Please understand! They were going to kill us! That woman, she said that she wanted Yami for power. She probably would have stripped him of everything he had, and left him as some empty shell in the ditch! Please, Ji-chan, don't be angry!" Yuugi pleaded.
"Yuugi, he killed."
"But it was for me, Ji-chan. It was for me. . ."
This did not sound like the grandson he knew just two days ago. Something was off. Yuugi could never justify this.
"Yuugi, it might be best if Yami was contained. What if he killed again? He doesn't appear to have any remorse for what he did." Sugoroku stopped short, looking back at the now acrid purple eyes.
"No, Ji-chan."
"What?"
"No."
Yami, all the while, was only getting half of the arguement, and not liking what he was hearing so far.
"Yuugi, so long as you live under my roof you will live under my rules."
"DAMN IT, JI-CHAN DON'T GIVE ME THAT!"
Sugoroku was left stunned.
"You can't expect me to just hand over half of my soul, and say 'So long, soul, have a nice life!' Are you nuts?! He'll die without me! You can't!!!"
Sugoroku was left speachless.
"You can't possibly imagine what it's like to have a part of you ripped out through your very skin, you blood covering every inch of you until you pass out from the pain, waking up hoarse from screaming and unable to move!"
Sugoroku could not register just what was happening to him right now.
"I don't care if Yami kills all of Tokyo you can't take him away from me!" Yuugi was standing now, using the table for leverage, trying to get though to his grandfather the seriousness of their partnership. The yami and the hikari.
At Yuugi's sudden break out, Yami began glarring, struggling to get his lighter half to be calm. This was surely going to bring about another head ache.
:-Yuugi,-:
:He can't! He can't! I won't let him!: Even in his mind Yuugi was in hysterics.
:-Yuugi.-:
For some reason, the young man snapped back to reality, and saw his grandfather starring at him in disbelief, but not in anger.
"I never knew you went through so much yesterday, Yuugi. I didn't know. I'm only concerned about you."
Defeated and out of energy, Yuugi hung his head, asking Yami to bring them back upstairs. He needed more rest, and he wasn't one to turn down the thought of sleep.
Whoever this Yami person was, it was hard to believe that he was apart of Yuugi. And Sugoroku knew that he did not like this person, and that there was no getting rid of him, without disowning Yuugi. And that he'd never do.
* * * * * *
Yami gently set Yuugi down on his bed, bringing the sheets back up to cover him.
:Yami?:
:-Yes?-:
:What did the woman mean by 'pharaoh'?:
:-I don't remember much, my light, but I think that I, or you, or we, at one point in timed ruled in Kemmet. I have lost most of my memory, but I do know that the power in which that mage seeked does indeed reside within me, thefore, residing within you.-:
:Hm.: Yuugi decided that it would be something to muse about later. :Stay with me?:
:-Of course, Yuugi. Of course.-:
* * * * * *
"They were fools."
"Why the hell did they play it out that way?"
"They were ametures, seeking the power of the pharaoh. They severely underestimated him."
"Well, at least the arrogant bastard did away from the rebels." The rebels were those that severd under him, until they believed that they could get the very same thing that their master so desperately wanted first. What fools.
"Ah, yes, the rebels." Arrogant bastard, no, that's something that the pharaoh was not. He had too much power to be arrogant. And he wasn't biased, he just hated everything the same. Except himself, of course. Vain, yes. That was more like it. Vanity in his lighter self.
The pharaoh had almost unlimited power, and all he had to do was tap into it, fed by the darkness and driving all rational thought to death and carnage and killing and destruction.
After all, the power to take souls and break and bend and torture them was something that only gods could do.
And he was the incarnation of Ra, wasn't he?
The world would fall at his mercy, but for his little itty bitty light that had always held him back. Always forced him into submission.
Such irony! Something so strong controlled by something so weak!
"I'll find him. And I'll be able to take away his powers. They will be mine!" A raspy laughter filled the cold, hard room.
"Yes, master Malik. They will."
* * * * * *
Hmm, well, maybe not as long as the other one, but good still the same. Yes, okay I think. Hope you liked, hope some more light was spread on this mystery. Some very violent, graphic, and yaoi-ish scenes up ahead. Please enjoy.