It was a cold, dreary November day, and Yami hadn't said a word all
morning. Yuugi was hoping that the two of them might be able to talk more,
considering the fact that he had a three day weekend off of school. But
nooo, Yami had to bring back up his emotional sheild again. And just when
they where making such good progress, too.
'He'll have his good days and his bad days, you dope. He can't be happy all the time. He's still in pain, for cripe's sake!' Yuugi mentally chided himself. A habit he seemed to be getting into more frequently, lately.
"Yuugi, what are you up to right now," Solomon questioned his grandson.
"Nothing right now. I just finished my math homework for the weekend."
"Do you have anything else to do?"
"No."
"Good. Why don't you help Yami down the stairs from your bedroom into the living room. He needs the exercise, and being in a different room will be good for him. I have to go to the store."
"All right, Grandpa. I will."
"No matter what happens, don't loose you patience."
"I won't."
And so, Yuugi walked upstairs as Solomon walked out the front door. Just as he expected, Yami was resting in the sea of blankets and pillows, fending off the cold from the bleak fall day. Snow was predicted to come anytime now, the clouds thick with moisture.
"Yami," Yuugi ventured.
Sad ruby eyes turned to look at him, skin flushed and pale. "Yami, how are you feeling?" No response. Sighing, Yuugi walked over and put his arms around Yami's chest. "Come with me, Yami."
Yami winced. He was still in -so- much pain, he merely wanted to waste away. "I know it hurts, Yami, but please get up. For me. I'll be here the whole time helping you. I won't let you fall."
Damn. 'For me.' Damn damn damn. Why the hell did he have to have a weak heart on top of all of the shit that he was in at the moment? Feeling like a boneless chicken, he struggled to comply, coming to rest on Yuugi's shoulder. Tenderly Yuugi supported his heavy head, giving soft pets every now and again.
Damn, if Yuugi ever found out the moster he was. No! he couldn't think like this! He couldn't retaliate and hurt the kid! Damn damn damn!! Why did this all have to happen to him!?
Silent tears streamed down his face, this time from desperation and loneliness than anything else. Yuugi had long since grown acustomed to the crying, and would simply whipe the tears away. Just as he did now.
Slowly standing up, Yuugi held on firmly to Yami's waist and led him out of the room to go down the stairs.
"Good, Yami. You're doing good. Keep going, one step at a time. Good." Slowly they made it out of the bedroom and headed down the hall to the steps. Down the steps they would head into the living room.
It seemed like an eternity had passed until they finally reached to bottom stair, both tired. Yami was just now getting to like the warmth that Yuugi emitted, and suddenly remembered what he was. Berating himself, he cried out.
"Get away from me, Yuugi! I'm a moster! Go!"
Startled, Yuugi let go, and Yami tumbled to the floor. Yuugi was frightened to see him still flailing.
"Yami, stop! You're going to hurt yourself!" Attempting to get a hold of the thrashing youth, Yuugi struggled to speak to him to no avail.
Yuugi didn't know what exactly possessed him to do it. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was out of desperation. He couldn't tell, and he would often wonder about in the hours to come. Out of lack of what else to do, Yuugi pushed his lips firmly into that of Yami's, not moving until the other was completely still and silent.
Yami was dumbfounded, and too lost in the delicious taste of the kiss to realize just what was going on. So he sat where he had fallen, wanting more than anything to hold on to that kiss forever.
Thing was, he was to shocked to even move for the embrace.
Moving away, Yuugi looked at him a little sadly, wishing that he could break through to Yami entirely. "Come on, let's get you on the couch," he whispered.
Without a word of protest or hesitation, Yami obliged, and rested on Yuugi until he was up and sitting on the plush green upholstery.
Gently caressing his cheek, Yuugi allowed him to settle in, then went and got him some blankets. Soft and fuzzy ones, too.
A while later, the two of them heard a nock at the frotn door, and Yuugi got up to answer it.
"Hey, Yug! How's it goin'?"
"Fine, Jonouchi! What are you doing here?" Yuugi looked at his blonde friend in curiosity.
"The gang is heading to the movies, wanted to know if you wanted to come or not."
"I'm sorry, Jou. I can't. I have someone I have to watch."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
Jonouchi looked at his friend oddly. "Who is it?"
"You remember about the person I found and told you about? The one that we're taking care of?"
"Oh, yeah. Gramp's ain't home?"
"No, he had to go to the store."
"Well, okay man. You know where we'll be if you change you mind."
"Thank's Jou. I'll see you later."
"Ciao."
Luckily, Yami hadn't heard the conversation, being as he was in the other room. Otherwise, he would start berating himself for hindering Yuugi's social life. But Yuugi really didn't mind. For some reason, he liked taking care of Yami, even though he was rejected most of the time.
'I'll get him to open up yet,' he told himself encuraginly.
* * * *
Ryou shivered agaisnt himself. Gods, a three day weekend. Did the fates just have it in for him or something? What the fuck!?
It was cold. And it was dark. That's the way _HE_ liked it. That's the way _HE_ always liked it.
_HE'D_ be here soon enough, ready to pounce on _HIS_ unsuspecting prey. Oh, but such bitter irony. The prey knew what was coming. The prey was expecting it.
But, why the HELL was he almost looking -forward- to it?
Cold and cruel laughter filled to tiny room with such force it jarred Ryou's bones and made his marrow freeze to the core. It was _HIM_.
"Well, my little pet. What kind of game to you want to play tonight?"
Ryou shivered, feeling used. "I"m not just some toy you can throw away when you get tired of me!"
_HE_ raised a sardonic eyebrow. "Oh, really?"
In an instant he was stratling Ryou on his bed, squeezing his arms. "We'll just see about that." _HE_ crushed their mouths together with the force to bruise.
Ryou cried soft tears. Why, oh why did this hapen to him? Why would a demon take intrest in little ole' him?
Why was he liking it?
* * * *
S'all for now. Sorry update took so long, finally out of school! I'll be in California for a few weeks, so updates will be cronic for a couple of weeks, then stop, then become intermitten when I get home. Review?
'He'll have his good days and his bad days, you dope. He can't be happy all the time. He's still in pain, for cripe's sake!' Yuugi mentally chided himself. A habit he seemed to be getting into more frequently, lately.
"Yuugi, what are you up to right now," Solomon questioned his grandson.
"Nothing right now. I just finished my math homework for the weekend."
"Do you have anything else to do?"
"No."
"Good. Why don't you help Yami down the stairs from your bedroom into the living room. He needs the exercise, and being in a different room will be good for him. I have to go to the store."
"All right, Grandpa. I will."
"No matter what happens, don't loose you patience."
"I won't."
And so, Yuugi walked upstairs as Solomon walked out the front door. Just as he expected, Yami was resting in the sea of blankets and pillows, fending off the cold from the bleak fall day. Snow was predicted to come anytime now, the clouds thick with moisture.
"Yami," Yuugi ventured.
Sad ruby eyes turned to look at him, skin flushed and pale. "Yami, how are you feeling?" No response. Sighing, Yuugi walked over and put his arms around Yami's chest. "Come with me, Yami."
Yami winced. He was still in -so- much pain, he merely wanted to waste away. "I know it hurts, Yami, but please get up. For me. I'll be here the whole time helping you. I won't let you fall."
Damn. 'For me.' Damn damn damn. Why the hell did he have to have a weak heart on top of all of the shit that he was in at the moment? Feeling like a boneless chicken, he struggled to comply, coming to rest on Yuugi's shoulder. Tenderly Yuugi supported his heavy head, giving soft pets every now and again.
Damn, if Yuugi ever found out the moster he was. No! he couldn't think like this! He couldn't retaliate and hurt the kid! Damn damn damn!! Why did this all have to happen to him!?
Silent tears streamed down his face, this time from desperation and loneliness than anything else. Yuugi had long since grown acustomed to the crying, and would simply whipe the tears away. Just as he did now.
Slowly standing up, Yuugi held on firmly to Yami's waist and led him out of the room to go down the stairs.
"Good, Yami. You're doing good. Keep going, one step at a time. Good." Slowly they made it out of the bedroom and headed down the hall to the steps. Down the steps they would head into the living room.
It seemed like an eternity had passed until they finally reached to bottom stair, both tired. Yami was just now getting to like the warmth that Yuugi emitted, and suddenly remembered what he was. Berating himself, he cried out.
"Get away from me, Yuugi! I'm a moster! Go!"
Startled, Yuugi let go, and Yami tumbled to the floor. Yuugi was frightened to see him still flailing.
"Yami, stop! You're going to hurt yourself!" Attempting to get a hold of the thrashing youth, Yuugi struggled to speak to him to no avail.
Yuugi didn't know what exactly possessed him to do it. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was out of desperation. He couldn't tell, and he would often wonder about in the hours to come. Out of lack of what else to do, Yuugi pushed his lips firmly into that of Yami's, not moving until the other was completely still and silent.
Yami was dumbfounded, and too lost in the delicious taste of the kiss to realize just what was going on. So he sat where he had fallen, wanting more than anything to hold on to that kiss forever.
Thing was, he was to shocked to even move for the embrace.
Moving away, Yuugi looked at him a little sadly, wishing that he could break through to Yami entirely. "Come on, let's get you on the couch," he whispered.
Without a word of protest or hesitation, Yami obliged, and rested on Yuugi until he was up and sitting on the plush green upholstery.
Gently caressing his cheek, Yuugi allowed him to settle in, then went and got him some blankets. Soft and fuzzy ones, too.
A while later, the two of them heard a nock at the frotn door, and Yuugi got up to answer it.
"Hey, Yug! How's it goin'?"
"Fine, Jonouchi! What are you doing here?" Yuugi looked at his blonde friend in curiosity.
"The gang is heading to the movies, wanted to know if you wanted to come or not."
"I'm sorry, Jou. I can't. I have someone I have to watch."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
Jonouchi looked at his friend oddly. "Who is it?"
"You remember about the person I found and told you about? The one that we're taking care of?"
"Oh, yeah. Gramp's ain't home?"
"No, he had to go to the store."
"Well, okay man. You know where we'll be if you change you mind."
"Thank's Jou. I'll see you later."
"Ciao."
Luckily, Yami hadn't heard the conversation, being as he was in the other room. Otherwise, he would start berating himself for hindering Yuugi's social life. But Yuugi really didn't mind. For some reason, he liked taking care of Yami, even though he was rejected most of the time.
'I'll get him to open up yet,' he told himself encuraginly.
* * * *
Ryou shivered agaisnt himself. Gods, a three day weekend. Did the fates just have it in for him or something? What the fuck!?
It was cold. And it was dark. That's the way _HE_ liked it. That's the way _HE_ always liked it.
_HE'D_ be here soon enough, ready to pounce on _HIS_ unsuspecting prey. Oh, but such bitter irony. The prey knew what was coming. The prey was expecting it.
But, why the HELL was he almost looking -forward- to it?
Cold and cruel laughter filled to tiny room with such force it jarred Ryou's bones and made his marrow freeze to the core. It was _HIM_.
"Well, my little pet. What kind of game to you want to play tonight?"
Ryou shivered, feeling used. "I"m not just some toy you can throw away when you get tired of me!"
_HE_ raised a sardonic eyebrow. "Oh, really?"
In an instant he was stratling Ryou on his bed, squeezing his arms. "We'll just see about that." _HE_ crushed their mouths together with the force to bruise.
Ryou cried soft tears. Why, oh why did this hapen to him? Why would a demon take intrest in little ole' him?
Why was he liking it?
* * * *
S'all for now. Sorry update took so long, finally out of school! I'll be in California for a few weeks, so updates will be cronic for a couple of weeks, then stop, then become intermitten when I get home. Review?