Yuugi didn't even realize what hit him. All he knew was that it hurt. And
it hurt a lot. Vision all clouded and blury, slightly blinded by a red
haze, Yuugi was barely aware what was happening around him at the moment.
He could, however, feel the murderous rage that was his yami. There was some shouting, yelling, screaming, and Yuugi could have sworn that he heard bones cracking.
Gods, so much pain. Pain and pain and pain. If he thought that he had a migraine before, it was nothing compared to what he was feeling now.
Of course, he realized that he had been attaked. Probably by some mugger. Someone who wanted to steal his money and make an easy get away.
Water dribbled on to his face. Of course, right on cue, the sky decided to let loose the rain that it had been holding all day long.
Yuugi could see a director for some predictable movie, calling out 'And cue the rain!', and the downpour would start, the hero would be attacked by the evil guys, get a few hits, then take over and win. Then, he would pick up his fallen comrade or lover, whichever the storyline held, and run off to safety. Or the sunset. Take your pick.
And, of course, his yami was winning right now, and would soon pick him up and carry him home, whispering to him soothing words and fretting over him, making sure he was all right.
But Yami never came.
Needing to see what was going on, Yuugi forced his body up, shaking his head to vainly clear it. He could not believe what he saw. Closing his eyes, then opening them again, he hoped that this strange halucination would go away.
But it was no halucination.
His yami. His beautiful, sensual, gorgeous yami, was surrounded by eight or nine thugs, all of whom either had a switchblade or a chrome crowbar, beating on him and marring his tanned back.
"Y-Yami!" Yuugi chocked out.
No one seemed to notice him, but the darkness's blood-red eyes snapped up, a new resolve revolving around him.
As another crowbar made way to contact with his flesh, he whipped around and caught it in mid-flight, wrenching the thug's arm around, causing the bones to snap in many places.
Yuugi starred transfixed, and almost horrified.
Almost.
Another man all dressed in black punk attire made to attack Yami, and found his chrome weapon lodged firmly into the top of his head. Yami laughed maniacally as he pushed the metal bar further into his new victim, watching with unhindered glee as the blood spurted forth.
"Sicko!" another male cried, attempting to avenge his fallen comrade. He met a similiar fate, his switchblade penetrated deep into his throat. Yami made sure that it went through to the other side before ripping it out, and tossing it behind him into the chest of another would-be attacker.
He was gorgeous. Clearly in his element, now soaking from the constant rain, blood running down his face. Yuugi distinctly thought of the complementing colors. Blood and gold.
Whilst the darkness was currently enraptured in cushing another male's chest with his bare hands, cackling each time the young man screamed and when the bones shattered, he was not aware as another thug hit a crowbar directly across his back.
He cried out this time, for it had truely hurt, and Yuugi, somehow, could feel that.
Rounding on the one who hit him, Yami pried away the metal weapon, and began giving his opponent the same treatment. Over and over he would strike, leaving deep welts in the now exposed and bleeding flesh. Rain was drenching everything, making it seem as though the blood it was thinning out was covering everything.
Yuugi, through his now not only hazed red, but wet vision, noticed that this was the only thug left to put up the smallest fight. The others were either dead, or struggling to move their now immobile bodies. Vital organs and gore of all sorts littered the area, moans barely audible above the current of screams from the one last crook.
"Yami! No! Stop!" Struggling and fighting the nausea, Yuugi pushed himself up, ran over, and placed himself between his yami and the fallen male. "Yami, don't do this anymore! He can't deserve this! No one can! This is just senseless beating!"
Yami, arm poised for another strike, looked at his light bewildered. An internal struggle was clearly visible in his ruby eyes. He wanted so much to kill this man slowly. This was the one that had hit Yuugi across the head. This was the ring-leader, and the one that wanted to rob then blind and leave them broken.
:-But, aibou, he hurt you. . .-:
"Yami, please! That's enough!" Lavender eyes glimmered with the threat of tears.
The blood falling down his light's temples was enough to make his blood boil, but Yuugi's pleas were stronger.
Lowering his arm and dropping his head in defeat, his grip released, and the chrome tool dropped with a clang on the wet pavement.
"Let's go home, Yami."
Picking up the fallen bag of grocieries, Yuugi placed his arm around Yami's waist, knowing that his darkness was just now realizing the pain that was shooting through him, helped with the limp that Yami had now acquired.
* * * * * *
Sugoroku was worried. Where was Yuugi? He should have been back by now with the grocieries. He didn't think that they'd run into any trouble. Perhaps the rain held them up?
Looking back at the clock again, he waited.
Eight o'clock. Eight o'clock at night. They should have been home two hours ago. Yami wouldn't have caused problems, would he?
He looked at the clock again. Eight-o-one.
Suddenly and without warning, the front door banged open, and the old man ran to see. "Yuugi? Where have you been? I was so worried!"
Rounding the corner, he stopped in his tracks, rooted to the spot.
Yuugi and Yami both walked in, drenching wet, and covered in blood. Yuugi put the grociery bags on the table uncerominiously, which also had streams of red running down the plastic.
Sogoroku looked at those bags, which now appeared ominous. So muc blood. Who's was it? Where had it come from? One thing he knew for sure, he didn't want to touch them.
Yami looked terrible. Blood was running down his face, his arms were covered in scratches, it appeared that knives had run along his thighs causing him to limp in discomfort, and his chest and back were bleeding in many areas.
Yuugi was not in nearly as bad as a condition, but there was blood running down his right temple, which meant that he was delt a serious head injury.
The two limped over to the couch , where Yuugi proceeded to removed Yami's shirt in an attempt to get to his wounds. In a flash, Yuugi left and was back again with the first aid kit, where he proceeded to wash away the fresh blood with a damp cloth that he had produced.
Yuugi was panicking He could feel the horrendous amounts of pain that his dark side was in, and it ached him to know that Yami had taken the beatings in his place.
Whiping away at Yami's temples, Yuugi noticed that both sides were bleeding, when he distinctly remembered that his yami had only been hit on the left side of the head.
The young man felt his own head, and noticed that most of his blood and vanished.
:Yami, you're taking my pain, aren't you.: It was a statement, not a question.
:-Yes, my light. Your head ache is now mine. I would much rather take the pain then watch you bare with it.-:
:Yami, you're already writhing in it! I HATE seeing you like this! Now sit up and let me help you turn over. I need to clean you back before I bandage it.:
Yuugi cringed when he saw just what it looked like. Streaks of red, the flesh almost deformed around it. And putting the damp cloth on it, he could feel the sting on his own back as well.
Sugoroku watched as Yuugi finished bandaging his darker half, doing a very neat job with the gauze around the abdomen.
Groaning when he laid back down, Yami winced when Yuugi removed his pants to attend to his injured leg.
:Yami, I think that you're going to need sticthes. I'm not sure if this will close up on it's own.:
A grunt.
:Yami. . .:
:-I won't need them, my light. Don't worry.-:
:If these cuts don't heal on their own, I WILL drag you into the hospital myself.:
:-Yes, hikari.-:
Sugoroku sat on the coffee table next to the couch, watching the two of them silently converse. He wanted to ask what happened, and he was direly concerned not only about Yuugi, but about Yami as well, which was slightly surprising to him. He cared that much about Yami? He was, after all, apart of his only grandson.
Yuugi couldn't take it. Yami was just in too much pain, constantly hissing and turning, unable to get even remotely comfortable.
He had to try, he just had to. Leaning over his darker side, he held on to Yami's shoulders and hugged him, concentrating on the main source of pain. Which, of course, was Yami's back.
It was an odd pulling sensation that triggered the transfer of the bodily harm, and Yami sighed, starting to relax, then realized what his light was doing.
:-NO!-: Quickly, he sat up, holding on to Yuugi's wrists. :-Don't do that! I don't want to see you in pain!-:
"And I don't want to see you in pain! Please, let me share this with you! I won't stand idly around while you writhe needlessly in torment! I won't have it!"
"Yuugi. . ." Sugoroku's voice cut in.
The young man looked over at his aged grandfather. "Hai, Ji-chan?"
The elder man just looked confused. Yuugi, realizing his querey, relayed what had happened to them on their way home.
"Attacked, just like that?"
"Hai."
"But, what about, 'let me share this with you?' What was that about?"
Yuugi pulled gently away from Yami who was nuzzling him. "Ji-chan, Yami was only hit on the the left side of his head, while I was hit on the right." At this, Yuugi cupped his darkness's cheeks, and turned his head to allow his grandfather to see the blood that was still threatening to fall from both temples.
"And he was hit on his back with a crowbar, I was not." And at this, Yuugi removed his shirt, and revealed flesh that was red and purple with bruises.
"Dear gods, you really are linked."
"Hai."
Not knowing what else to say, he got up to warm up the dinner that had been made early then put away due to Yuugi and Yami's absense.
Gently running his fingers through Yami's hair, Yuugi softly pushed him back down onto the couch, rubbing their cheeks together affectionately.
:Rest easy, Yami. I don't want you getting up for a while.:
:-Yes, hikari.-: Yuugi detected a hint of mischeif behind the tone.
The young man got up to leave, and was pulled back by a hand on his wrist. Crimson eyes looked at him imploringly. :-You're not leaving me, are you?-:
:Iie. But our bed is still quite a mess, remember?: Yuugi noticed to devilish smirk on his other half's lips, recalling the night before.
Coming back, Yuugi placed a warm kiss on his yami's sweet-sweet lips. :I'll be right back, nfr kkwy.: (beautiful darkness)
Yami smiled at his hikari's use of his native tongue. :-You're a fast learner, antyw nfr mr.-: (My beautiful desire)
Yuugi chuckled, then turned his head to the side in curiosity. :Yami, why didn't you shatter their souls, like you did to the people in that dungeon?:
Yami looked away. :-Because that upset you, Yuugi. I didn't want to see you angry again.-:
Yuugi's eyes softened, and he kissed his darkness again. :Just make sure you don't get hurt, mry. (beloved) It's too hard for me to bare.:
:-Yes, love.-:
Breaking the kiss, Yuugi ran his fingers through his yami's hair again, attempting to soothe the head ache that he knew was still there. Yami closed his eyes contentedly.
One might see it as an odd switch. The protected, caring for the protector.
With one lost kiss on the forehead, the young teen headed upstairs.
In his room, Yuugi stripped the stained sheets, and replaced them with new ones, placing a rather large amount of pillows and blankets neatly upon the bed. For some reason, whenever he was beaten by bullies when he was in school, pillows seemed to help, and he assumed that pillows would help his yami as well.
Ji-chan, had luckily, made soup for dinner that night, so Yuugi was able to, much to the enjoyment of his yami and dissaproving grunts from his grandfather, spoon it to his darker half. It took a little while longer than he would have guessed helping his yami limp up the stairs to the bedroom, but they made it without too much trouble, and drifted into an uneasy sleep, the pain still ebbing away at both of their minds. It drifted back and forth between the two, causing them both to wimper or groan occasionally.
It had certainly been a longer day than expected.
He could, however, feel the murderous rage that was his yami. There was some shouting, yelling, screaming, and Yuugi could have sworn that he heard bones cracking.
Gods, so much pain. Pain and pain and pain. If he thought that he had a migraine before, it was nothing compared to what he was feeling now.
Of course, he realized that he had been attaked. Probably by some mugger. Someone who wanted to steal his money and make an easy get away.
Water dribbled on to his face. Of course, right on cue, the sky decided to let loose the rain that it had been holding all day long.
Yuugi could see a director for some predictable movie, calling out 'And cue the rain!', and the downpour would start, the hero would be attacked by the evil guys, get a few hits, then take over and win. Then, he would pick up his fallen comrade or lover, whichever the storyline held, and run off to safety. Or the sunset. Take your pick.
And, of course, his yami was winning right now, and would soon pick him up and carry him home, whispering to him soothing words and fretting over him, making sure he was all right.
But Yami never came.
Needing to see what was going on, Yuugi forced his body up, shaking his head to vainly clear it. He could not believe what he saw. Closing his eyes, then opening them again, he hoped that this strange halucination would go away.
But it was no halucination.
His yami. His beautiful, sensual, gorgeous yami, was surrounded by eight or nine thugs, all of whom either had a switchblade or a chrome crowbar, beating on him and marring his tanned back.
"Y-Yami!" Yuugi chocked out.
No one seemed to notice him, but the darkness's blood-red eyes snapped up, a new resolve revolving around him.
As another crowbar made way to contact with his flesh, he whipped around and caught it in mid-flight, wrenching the thug's arm around, causing the bones to snap in many places.
Yuugi starred transfixed, and almost horrified.
Almost.
Another man all dressed in black punk attire made to attack Yami, and found his chrome weapon lodged firmly into the top of his head. Yami laughed maniacally as he pushed the metal bar further into his new victim, watching with unhindered glee as the blood spurted forth.
"Sicko!" another male cried, attempting to avenge his fallen comrade. He met a similiar fate, his switchblade penetrated deep into his throat. Yami made sure that it went through to the other side before ripping it out, and tossing it behind him into the chest of another would-be attacker.
He was gorgeous. Clearly in his element, now soaking from the constant rain, blood running down his face. Yuugi distinctly thought of the complementing colors. Blood and gold.
Whilst the darkness was currently enraptured in cushing another male's chest with his bare hands, cackling each time the young man screamed and when the bones shattered, he was not aware as another thug hit a crowbar directly across his back.
He cried out this time, for it had truely hurt, and Yuugi, somehow, could feel that.
Rounding on the one who hit him, Yami pried away the metal weapon, and began giving his opponent the same treatment. Over and over he would strike, leaving deep welts in the now exposed and bleeding flesh. Rain was drenching everything, making it seem as though the blood it was thinning out was covering everything.
Yuugi, through his now not only hazed red, but wet vision, noticed that this was the only thug left to put up the smallest fight. The others were either dead, or struggling to move their now immobile bodies. Vital organs and gore of all sorts littered the area, moans barely audible above the current of screams from the one last crook.
"Yami! No! Stop!" Struggling and fighting the nausea, Yuugi pushed himself up, ran over, and placed himself between his yami and the fallen male. "Yami, don't do this anymore! He can't deserve this! No one can! This is just senseless beating!"
Yami, arm poised for another strike, looked at his light bewildered. An internal struggle was clearly visible in his ruby eyes. He wanted so much to kill this man slowly. This was the one that had hit Yuugi across the head. This was the ring-leader, and the one that wanted to rob then blind and leave them broken.
:-But, aibou, he hurt you. . .-:
"Yami, please! That's enough!" Lavender eyes glimmered with the threat of tears.
The blood falling down his light's temples was enough to make his blood boil, but Yuugi's pleas were stronger.
Lowering his arm and dropping his head in defeat, his grip released, and the chrome tool dropped with a clang on the wet pavement.
"Let's go home, Yami."
Picking up the fallen bag of grocieries, Yuugi placed his arm around Yami's waist, knowing that his darkness was just now realizing the pain that was shooting through him, helped with the limp that Yami had now acquired.
* * * * * *
Sugoroku was worried. Where was Yuugi? He should have been back by now with the grocieries. He didn't think that they'd run into any trouble. Perhaps the rain held them up?
Looking back at the clock again, he waited.
Eight o'clock. Eight o'clock at night. They should have been home two hours ago. Yami wouldn't have caused problems, would he?
He looked at the clock again. Eight-o-one.
Suddenly and without warning, the front door banged open, and the old man ran to see. "Yuugi? Where have you been? I was so worried!"
Rounding the corner, he stopped in his tracks, rooted to the spot.
Yuugi and Yami both walked in, drenching wet, and covered in blood. Yuugi put the grociery bags on the table uncerominiously, which also had streams of red running down the plastic.
Sogoroku looked at those bags, which now appeared ominous. So muc blood. Who's was it? Where had it come from? One thing he knew for sure, he didn't want to touch them.
Yami looked terrible. Blood was running down his face, his arms were covered in scratches, it appeared that knives had run along his thighs causing him to limp in discomfort, and his chest and back were bleeding in many areas.
Yuugi was not in nearly as bad as a condition, but there was blood running down his right temple, which meant that he was delt a serious head injury.
The two limped over to the couch , where Yuugi proceeded to removed Yami's shirt in an attempt to get to his wounds. In a flash, Yuugi left and was back again with the first aid kit, where he proceeded to wash away the fresh blood with a damp cloth that he had produced.
Yuugi was panicking He could feel the horrendous amounts of pain that his dark side was in, and it ached him to know that Yami had taken the beatings in his place.
Whiping away at Yami's temples, Yuugi noticed that both sides were bleeding, when he distinctly remembered that his yami had only been hit on the left side of the head.
The young man felt his own head, and noticed that most of his blood and vanished.
:Yami, you're taking my pain, aren't you.: It was a statement, not a question.
:-Yes, my light. Your head ache is now mine. I would much rather take the pain then watch you bare with it.-:
:Yami, you're already writhing in it! I HATE seeing you like this! Now sit up and let me help you turn over. I need to clean you back before I bandage it.:
Yuugi cringed when he saw just what it looked like. Streaks of red, the flesh almost deformed around it. And putting the damp cloth on it, he could feel the sting on his own back as well.
Sugoroku watched as Yuugi finished bandaging his darker half, doing a very neat job with the gauze around the abdomen.
Groaning when he laid back down, Yami winced when Yuugi removed his pants to attend to his injured leg.
:Yami, I think that you're going to need sticthes. I'm not sure if this will close up on it's own.:
A grunt.
:Yami. . .:
:-I won't need them, my light. Don't worry.-:
:If these cuts don't heal on their own, I WILL drag you into the hospital myself.:
:-Yes, hikari.-:
Sugoroku sat on the coffee table next to the couch, watching the two of them silently converse. He wanted to ask what happened, and he was direly concerned not only about Yuugi, but about Yami as well, which was slightly surprising to him. He cared that much about Yami? He was, after all, apart of his only grandson.
Yuugi couldn't take it. Yami was just in too much pain, constantly hissing and turning, unable to get even remotely comfortable.
He had to try, he just had to. Leaning over his darker side, he held on to Yami's shoulders and hugged him, concentrating on the main source of pain. Which, of course, was Yami's back.
It was an odd pulling sensation that triggered the transfer of the bodily harm, and Yami sighed, starting to relax, then realized what his light was doing.
:-NO!-: Quickly, he sat up, holding on to Yuugi's wrists. :-Don't do that! I don't want to see you in pain!-:
"And I don't want to see you in pain! Please, let me share this with you! I won't stand idly around while you writhe needlessly in torment! I won't have it!"
"Yuugi. . ." Sugoroku's voice cut in.
The young man looked over at his aged grandfather. "Hai, Ji-chan?"
The elder man just looked confused. Yuugi, realizing his querey, relayed what had happened to them on their way home.
"Attacked, just like that?"
"Hai."
"But, what about, 'let me share this with you?' What was that about?"
Yuugi pulled gently away from Yami who was nuzzling him. "Ji-chan, Yami was only hit on the the left side of his head, while I was hit on the right." At this, Yuugi cupped his darkness's cheeks, and turned his head to allow his grandfather to see the blood that was still threatening to fall from both temples.
"And he was hit on his back with a crowbar, I was not." And at this, Yuugi removed his shirt, and revealed flesh that was red and purple with bruises.
"Dear gods, you really are linked."
"Hai."
Not knowing what else to say, he got up to warm up the dinner that had been made early then put away due to Yuugi and Yami's absense.
Gently running his fingers through Yami's hair, Yuugi softly pushed him back down onto the couch, rubbing their cheeks together affectionately.
:Rest easy, Yami. I don't want you getting up for a while.:
:-Yes, hikari.-: Yuugi detected a hint of mischeif behind the tone.
The young man got up to leave, and was pulled back by a hand on his wrist. Crimson eyes looked at him imploringly. :-You're not leaving me, are you?-:
:Iie. But our bed is still quite a mess, remember?: Yuugi noticed to devilish smirk on his other half's lips, recalling the night before.
Coming back, Yuugi placed a warm kiss on his yami's sweet-sweet lips. :I'll be right back, nfr kkwy.: (beautiful darkness)
Yami smiled at his hikari's use of his native tongue. :-You're a fast learner, antyw nfr mr.-: (My beautiful desire)
Yuugi chuckled, then turned his head to the side in curiosity. :Yami, why didn't you shatter their souls, like you did to the people in that dungeon?:
Yami looked away. :-Because that upset you, Yuugi. I didn't want to see you angry again.-:
Yuugi's eyes softened, and he kissed his darkness again. :Just make sure you don't get hurt, mry. (beloved) It's too hard for me to bare.:
:-Yes, love.-:
Breaking the kiss, Yuugi ran his fingers through his yami's hair again, attempting to soothe the head ache that he knew was still there. Yami closed his eyes contentedly.
One might see it as an odd switch. The protected, caring for the protector.
With one lost kiss on the forehead, the young teen headed upstairs.
In his room, Yuugi stripped the stained sheets, and replaced them with new ones, placing a rather large amount of pillows and blankets neatly upon the bed. For some reason, whenever he was beaten by bullies when he was in school, pillows seemed to help, and he assumed that pillows would help his yami as well.
Ji-chan, had luckily, made soup for dinner that night, so Yuugi was able to, much to the enjoyment of his yami and dissaproving grunts from his grandfather, spoon it to his darker half. It took a little while longer than he would have guessed helping his yami limp up the stairs to the bedroom, but they made it without too much trouble, and drifted into an uneasy sleep, the pain still ebbing away at both of their minds. It drifted back and forth between the two, causing them both to wimper or groan occasionally.
It had certainly been a longer day than expected.