A knock at the front foor brought Yuugi out of the hypnotic trance of
starring at the television. After all, it was his day off.
The knocking persisted, and Yuugi stood, heading out of the living room to the front door. Much to his surprise, a tall brunette greeted him, still blue eyes gazing at him intently.
"Oh, hello Seto. What are you doing here?" Yuugi, much to his own dissapointment, was only mildly shocked.
"I heard about a huge explosion on the news. I wanted to make sure that you were all right, and weren't in the area." It was no secret that the billionare had been trying to court the young man in front of him for over a year now. His feelings were only too well known to not only Yuugi, but his close cirlce of friends as well.
"Oh, umm, well, it was kinda. . ." Yuugi didn't truly have to continue, akwardly trying to explain that he was indirectly the cause of the entire catastrophy, and was right in the middle of it. For at that exact moment, Seto Kaiba's gaze fell somewhere behind the young man, looking into the house. Turning as well, Yuugi could see Yami walking past them, rather indifferent at the moment, currently downing an entire package of M&M's. As it just turned out, Yami held quite a fettish for chocolate, and was becoming re-aquainted with the wonders of food and modern appliances.
Seto saw the striking resemblance between the two, and also the differences. "Who's that," he questioned, a little incredulously. Yuugi could have sworn that he detected a hint of possible jealousy behind the tone. He probably had.
"Oh, that's just Yami. He's a, he's a bit new here."
"Is he your cousin or something?"
"No."
"Relative?"
"No."
"Well, then who? Just some complete stranger or an aquaintance?"
"Umm, not exactly." Of course, at this exact moment, Yami decided to turn around, stopping his excursion to the couch, sensing the awkward feelings his hikari was going through at the moment.
At first, he simply snorted at the new person that had shown up, not having any interest in the stranger at all. It wasn't his light, so what did he care?
It was then that the brunette looked back at Yuugi, and Yami at once recognized the covetous glint behind the hard blue steel of his cold, peircing eyes.
The next thing Yuugi knew, two arms were wrapped possessively around his shoulders, warm body pressed firmly against his back-side.
"Biaw!" Yami yelled loudly. Seto looked taken aback, and slightly confused. "nt wi! Biaw!"
"What the hell does that mean?" Seto almost yelled, bewildered. He noticed the beat red color that was almost permanently fused onto Yuugi's alabaster cheeks.
"S-Seto, maybe you should go."
"Yuugi, what's going on? What's he saying?" Seto Kaiba looked very flustered, but he didn't look like he wanted to leave anytime soon. He wanted some answers.
Yami growled dangerously, and Yuugi's eyes glazed over slightly, then widened. "Seto, you'd better run. Now."
"Wha. . .?" was all he could get out before he was violently thrust not only out the door, but up to the sidwalk of the street.
Standing up, looking around wildly, ready to punch the bastard that hit him, he looked around finding no one around him. But, upon inspecting the front door, he met a very frightening sight.
Yuugi, still clutched in the stranger's arms, was looking down finding the floor suddenly very interesting. This Yami, on the other hand, was still clutching Yuugi with one arm, but the other arm was out forward, unbent, palm exposed. Living shadows seemed to dance around him, air cackling and sizzling. Cold crimson eyes glared at him in rage and fury, and a shiver rattled through his spine, causing him to involuntarily shudder.
But Seto also noticed something. Yuugi was clutching onto Yami as well.
Now Seto, was by no means, a stupid man. He could easily put two and two together. This time, he was wishing for ignorant bliss.
"Yami caused the explosion, didn't he Yuugi-kun?"
A nod.
"And he's claimed you, hasn't he?" Seto replied, almost a sneer, almost dejectedly.
Another nod. "Yami gets extremely possessive at times. He doesn't speak anything but ancient Egyptian."
Before Seto could even say 'what the Hell?' he was blasted another ten feet away, and the front door of the Motou residence slammed with a resounding BANG!
* * * * *
Yuugi sighed, wishing that things hadn't quite gone the way they had. Yami was contentedly nuzzling him at the moment, whispering a mantra lovingly in the young man's ear. "Biaw. . . .Biaw. ."
Yuugi regocnized this as the extremeley covetous word of MINE. :Yami did you really have to do that? He was just concerned about me, after all.:
:-I did not like the way he looked at you, my light.-:
:So looks are enough to send people off with shadows?:
:-That was very nearly the same look the guard gave you in that cold hard cell. I won't have it. You are MINE Yuugi. Mine and mine alone. You will not be touched by anyone. Friend for foe. No one.-:
Yuugi sighed, a little frustrated that, as Yami continued to nuzzle him, that familiar drowsiness took hold and refused to let go. He wanted to refute what his yami had done, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate. :But, Yami, I know him. I've known him since almost grade school He wouldn't have done anything.:
:-Poeple change, little light. He is already a different person that what he was just two years ago.-:
:You can see that?:
:-I can look into the souls of many poeple. I could see.-:
A slight shiver took hold. Yuugi hadn't meant to do that. :-Let's watch that funny show on the box you call the T.V., Yuugi. That show with the talking horse is on.-:
Yuugi couldn't help but chuckle, blindly led over to the couch.
* * * * * *
What the hell just happened?
Yuugi was gone.
He did NOT just see a blind force push him away from that home.
Yuugi was lost.
This stranger that looked so much like his crush, claiming absolute ownership, and the young man he was holding not even speaking out against it?
Yuugi was trapped within shadows, no escape in sight.
Come hell or high water, he'd find out just who the hell that 'Egyptian' guy was, and how to get rid of him. This wasn't healthy for Yuugi. It couldn't be. Not in any way.
Yuugi was beyong reach at the moment.
He'd find out. Yes, he would. Even if he had to hack into every computer data-base in the world, he would. A killer like that around someone he cared too much about, no. He couldn't let this slide.
Yuugi needed help.
And Seto Kaiba would be the one to help him. Yes, he would be the one to bring Yuugi back into the light where he belonged.
* * * * *
Two weeks passed after that, with very little confrontation that was note- worthy. Aside from when Yuugi had introduced Yami to the wonders of the toaster, he started yelling at it in ancient Egyptian for it to give him his bread back. And, of course, the little run-ins with the alarm clock for so rudely waking him up every business morning.
He had absolutely insisted that he and his light would sleep in the same bed together, no matter what. Yuugi, though blushing furiously, despite his obvious age, hadn't minded one bit. Sugoroku was another story, but there wasn't much he could do about the matter.
And so, one lazy afernoon, heavy overcast and grocieries for the week in hand, the two walked home, hoping against hope to miss the rain fall that had been forecasted for the end of the day.
Yami, much to the amusement of his light, was comenting on the ugly color of the road and buildings. :-Needs more gold, where are all of the earthen hues? Well? Tell me!-: and things of the like.
The two took a detour through an alley, knowing that it would bring them home quicker.
Yami stopped, ears perked. :-Do you hear that, aibou?-:
Yuugi turned his head to the side. :Hear what?:
And the next thing the young man knew, was the flash of chrome before a spike felt like it had been wedge tightly into his brain.
* * * * *
Ooooh, another cliffy! I know, I'm sorry that it's not as long as the last, but I'm trying! Really! Stick with me, people. Things will heat up in the chapters to come, I promise. Twists that you probably wouldn't expect either.
The knocking persisted, and Yuugi stood, heading out of the living room to the front door. Much to his surprise, a tall brunette greeted him, still blue eyes gazing at him intently.
"Oh, hello Seto. What are you doing here?" Yuugi, much to his own dissapointment, was only mildly shocked.
"I heard about a huge explosion on the news. I wanted to make sure that you were all right, and weren't in the area." It was no secret that the billionare had been trying to court the young man in front of him for over a year now. His feelings were only too well known to not only Yuugi, but his close cirlce of friends as well.
"Oh, umm, well, it was kinda. . ." Yuugi didn't truly have to continue, akwardly trying to explain that he was indirectly the cause of the entire catastrophy, and was right in the middle of it. For at that exact moment, Seto Kaiba's gaze fell somewhere behind the young man, looking into the house. Turning as well, Yuugi could see Yami walking past them, rather indifferent at the moment, currently downing an entire package of M&M's. As it just turned out, Yami held quite a fettish for chocolate, and was becoming re-aquainted with the wonders of food and modern appliances.
Seto saw the striking resemblance between the two, and also the differences. "Who's that," he questioned, a little incredulously. Yuugi could have sworn that he detected a hint of possible jealousy behind the tone. He probably had.
"Oh, that's just Yami. He's a, he's a bit new here."
"Is he your cousin or something?"
"No."
"Relative?"
"No."
"Well, then who? Just some complete stranger or an aquaintance?"
"Umm, not exactly." Of course, at this exact moment, Yami decided to turn around, stopping his excursion to the couch, sensing the awkward feelings his hikari was going through at the moment.
At first, he simply snorted at the new person that had shown up, not having any interest in the stranger at all. It wasn't his light, so what did he care?
It was then that the brunette looked back at Yuugi, and Yami at once recognized the covetous glint behind the hard blue steel of his cold, peircing eyes.
The next thing Yuugi knew, two arms were wrapped possessively around his shoulders, warm body pressed firmly against his back-side.
"Biaw!" Yami yelled loudly. Seto looked taken aback, and slightly confused. "nt wi! Biaw!"
"What the hell does that mean?" Seto almost yelled, bewildered. He noticed the beat red color that was almost permanently fused onto Yuugi's alabaster cheeks.
"S-Seto, maybe you should go."
"Yuugi, what's going on? What's he saying?" Seto Kaiba looked very flustered, but he didn't look like he wanted to leave anytime soon. He wanted some answers.
Yami growled dangerously, and Yuugi's eyes glazed over slightly, then widened. "Seto, you'd better run. Now."
"Wha. . .?" was all he could get out before he was violently thrust not only out the door, but up to the sidwalk of the street.
Standing up, looking around wildly, ready to punch the bastard that hit him, he looked around finding no one around him. But, upon inspecting the front door, he met a very frightening sight.
Yuugi, still clutched in the stranger's arms, was looking down finding the floor suddenly very interesting. This Yami, on the other hand, was still clutching Yuugi with one arm, but the other arm was out forward, unbent, palm exposed. Living shadows seemed to dance around him, air cackling and sizzling. Cold crimson eyes glared at him in rage and fury, and a shiver rattled through his spine, causing him to involuntarily shudder.
But Seto also noticed something. Yuugi was clutching onto Yami as well.
Now Seto, was by no means, a stupid man. He could easily put two and two together. This time, he was wishing for ignorant bliss.
"Yami caused the explosion, didn't he Yuugi-kun?"
A nod.
"And he's claimed you, hasn't he?" Seto replied, almost a sneer, almost dejectedly.
Another nod. "Yami gets extremely possessive at times. He doesn't speak anything but ancient Egyptian."
Before Seto could even say 'what the Hell?' he was blasted another ten feet away, and the front door of the Motou residence slammed with a resounding BANG!
* * * * *
Yuugi sighed, wishing that things hadn't quite gone the way they had. Yami was contentedly nuzzling him at the moment, whispering a mantra lovingly in the young man's ear. "Biaw. . . .Biaw. ."
Yuugi regocnized this as the extremeley covetous word of MINE. :Yami did you really have to do that? He was just concerned about me, after all.:
:-I did not like the way he looked at you, my light.-:
:So looks are enough to send people off with shadows?:
:-That was very nearly the same look the guard gave you in that cold hard cell. I won't have it. You are MINE Yuugi. Mine and mine alone. You will not be touched by anyone. Friend for foe. No one.-:
Yuugi sighed, a little frustrated that, as Yami continued to nuzzle him, that familiar drowsiness took hold and refused to let go. He wanted to refute what his yami had done, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate. :But, Yami, I know him. I've known him since almost grade school He wouldn't have done anything.:
:-Poeple change, little light. He is already a different person that what he was just two years ago.-:
:You can see that?:
:-I can look into the souls of many poeple. I could see.-:
A slight shiver took hold. Yuugi hadn't meant to do that. :-Let's watch that funny show on the box you call the T.V., Yuugi. That show with the talking horse is on.-:
Yuugi couldn't help but chuckle, blindly led over to the couch.
* * * * * *
What the hell just happened?
Yuugi was gone.
He did NOT just see a blind force push him away from that home.
Yuugi was lost.
This stranger that looked so much like his crush, claiming absolute ownership, and the young man he was holding not even speaking out against it?
Yuugi was trapped within shadows, no escape in sight.
Come hell or high water, he'd find out just who the hell that 'Egyptian' guy was, and how to get rid of him. This wasn't healthy for Yuugi. It couldn't be. Not in any way.
Yuugi was beyong reach at the moment.
He'd find out. Yes, he would. Even if he had to hack into every computer data-base in the world, he would. A killer like that around someone he cared too much about, no. He couldn't let this slide.
Yuugi needed help.
And Seto Kaiba would be the one to help him. Yes, he would be the one to bring Yuugi back into the light where he belonged.
* * * * *
Two weeks passed after that, with very little confrontation that was note- worthy. Aside from when Yuugi had introduced Yami to the wonders of the toaster, he started yelling at it in ancient Egyptian for it to give him his bread back. And, of course, the little run-ins with the alarm clock for so rudely waking him up every business morning.
He had absolutely insisted that he and his light would sleep in the same bed together, no matter what. Yuugi, though blushing furiously, despite his obvious age, hadn't minded one bit. Sugoroku was another story, but there wasn't much he could do about the matter.
And so, one lazy afernoon, heavy overcast and grocieries for the week in hand, the two walked home, hoping against hope to miss the rain fall that had been forecasted for the end of the day.
Yami, much to the amusement of his light, was comenting on the ugly color of the road and buildings. :-Needs more gold, where are all of the earthen hues? Well? Tell me!-: and things of the like.
The two took a detour through an alley, knowing that it would bring them home quicker.
Yami stopped, ears perked. :-Do you hear that, aibou?-:
Yuugi turned his head to the side. :Hear what?:
And the next thing the young man knew, was the flash of chrome before a spike felt like it had been wedge tightly into his brain.
* * * * *
Ooooh, another cliffy! I know, I'm sorry that it's not as long as the last, but I'm trying! Really! Stick with me, people. Things will heat up in the chapters to come, I promise. Twists that you probably wouldn't expect either.