Last time, on Bridled Deception . . . .
Yami paused, muscles tense.
"What is it," Yuugi asked.
"They're here."
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Yuugi froze. "What do we do?"
A knock on the door resided from downstairs.
Yami started shaking. "They're going to kill me."
"No!" The young teen held on to the demon tighter. "I won't let them!"
Knock, knock, knock!
"Yuugi," Yami pleaded.
"Get on the bed, Yami. There's nothing you can do, anyway." The demon obliged, allowing Yuugi to ease him back on to the soft surface, coverig him entirely with blankets. "They'll recognize me if they get in the house."
"Oh no they won't." Yuugi placed a pillow on Yami's head, and turned out the lights. "You have a head ache, don't you Yami?"
Yami was silent. Gods, if this didn't work. . . .
Carefully and determined, Yuugi left the room, closed the door, and headed downstairs to the front door. Where, undeniably, his doom sat lurking.
Another knock.
Tentatively, Yuugi opened the door, starring dumbfounded.
"Hello. Is this the Motou residence?" A kindly looking woman in a police uniform questioned.
"Y-yes, it is. Can I help you?"
Witches? Witches in police uniforms? No, this couldn't be right. No way.
"Mr. Motou, I'm sorry to bother you right now, but the whole city is on alert. We're currently looking for a cereal killer that is highly dangerous."
"O-oh really?"
"Have you seen this man?" The police woman held up a blurry picture for him to see. Undoubtebly it was Yami, unruly looking hair and peircing crimson eyes. But it was only a sketch. Not even a real picture. And the portrayal of the demon was all wrong. His cheek bones were much higher, and his eyes didn't look so crooked. Yuugi had to stop himself from correcting their mistakes.
"No, no one like that. Other than my own hair, of course."
"Hmm." The woman seemed a little dissapointed. "Mr. Moto, I'm sorry to impose this on you. We're currently asking residence if it's okay for us to give the house a once go over, just to make sure that he hasn't been here. He has a way of 'leaving his mark' of were he'll attack next."
"Umm, well, I'm not sure. My Grandpa isn't home right now and. . . ."
"Oh, good. I'm glad you don't mind!" And with that she walked right though, blonde hair in a bun not moving in the slightest bit.
Well, that went wrong.
'Oh, Kami, oh Kami, don't let her find him. Don't let her!' A mantra took complete control of his thoughts.
If Yami hadn't shown Yuugi his wings, the teen would have been hard pressed to believe the cop who was currently poking her head around in his living room. His wings, dear god his wings. Did Yami put them back?! Oh gods, let him have put them back.
"Do you mind if I have a look upstairs, Mr. Motou?"
"Umm. . ." Why the hell wouldn't she just leave?
"Good, I won't be long."
Yuugi followed her upstairs, and of course, she paused at the door to the right, which was currently closed.
"Oh, please don't go in there," Yuugi asked.
The woman quirked an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Umm, well, you see. . . my lover is really sick right now and he has a huge migraine and doesn't like light or noise right now." Yuugi spit the words out faster than he meant to, surprised at the title that he gave the demon within.
The woman raised an eyebrow. "He?"
Yuugi blushed violently. "Ano, yeah."
"Oh, I see. Like I said, I'm sorry to impose this on you, but I really need to check every room. Thank you for your cooperation." And with that she opened the door.
Yuugi froze, unsure about what to do.
Yami was still inside, immoblile on the bed. The police woman looked around, shifting her feet in the direction of the bed.
At Yami's moan of pain or discomfort, which ever it was, Yuugi rushed past her to hover over Yami, running his fingers over the demon's cheek, whispering to him soothingly. "It's all right, koi, don't worry. Just a police officer, that's all." He said it loud enough for the woman to hear.
Yuugi could see, under the pillow, Yami's eyes were clentched tight in pain, and his face was covered in sweat.
Yami wished that he could have been acting, but he truly was in lots of pain. He felt like a giant fist was squeazing on his chest, sucking away his breath.
Yuugi turned his worried gaze to the woman. "Please, he really is ill right now."
"Well, all right. On to the next room. I'll leave you to make him feel better." And with that, she left and closed the door.
Yuugi leaned close to the demon, lips placed at his ear, now under the pillow with him. "Are you all right? What happened?"
"Her aura, Yuugi. It was pushing down on me, trying to get me to cry out. If I had, she have known. She would have surely caught me." His body was shaking under the strain.
"Rest easy, Yami. She thinks you're my lover right now, and that you're ill."
'Wish I was,' Yami thought bitterly to himself.
"I'll be right back. I'm going to see her out." With one more caress for good measure, Yuugi left and closed the door.
The woman walked back up to him from the back spare bedroom, satisfied with her search. "Thank you for your time again, Mr. Motou. Once again, I'm sorry to bother you. This killer is extremely dangerous. Left fifteen poeple dead one night."
'How ironic,' Yuugi thought to himself. "That's all right. Thank you for your concern." 'Not.'
With a nod and a wink, she left.
Slumping against the hall wall, Yuugi let out the breath that he hadn't realized he was holding. His moment of triumph was short lived when he heard a cry coming from the bedroom. "Yami!" Standing, he bolted into the room and over to the demon's side.
"Yami, are you okay? What is it?" The poor thing was writhing on the bed in pain.
"T-that strain. Gods, Yuugi. I couldn't handle any more. I can't." Bloody tears were running down his face.
"Yami, what can I do? You need to get better, or you're not going to make it through the night! Yami, please tell me!" Yuugi pleaded.
The demon gupled for air, trying vainly to breathe. "Blood. I n-need . . . blood."
"You mean like, a vampire?"
An affirmative nod. Without even thinking, Yuugi hastily removed the black leather collar he always wore around his neck. Lifting up the convulsing demon, he held Yami's head to his neck. "Quickly, Yami. You need to pull through this."
"No." Yami shook his head, refusing. "What if I can't stop?"
"I'l help you, Yami. But please, don't let me loose you now. You know that you won't pull through after this strain. You need more help than rest."
Finally giving up the moral fight, Yami pulled the neck closer to his mouth, allowing his fangs to delve into the soft pink skin.
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Yami paused, muscles tense.
"What is it," Yuugi asked.
"They're here."
~ ~ ~
Yuugi froze. "What do we do?"
A knock on the door resided from downstairs.
Yami started shaking. "They're going to kill me."
"No!" The young teen held on to the demon tighter. "I won't let them!"
Knock, knock, knock!
"Yuugi," Yami pleaded.
"Get on the bed, Yami. There's nothing you can do, anyway." The demon obliged, allowing Yuugi to ease him back on to the soft surface, coverig him entirely with blankets. "They'll recognize me if they get in the house."
"Oh no they won't." Yuugi placed a pillow on Yami's head, and turned out the lights. "You have a head ache, don't you Yami?"
Yami was silent. Gods, if this didn't work. . . .
Carefully and determined, Yuugi left the room, closed the door, and headed downstairs to the front door. Where, undeniably, his doom sat lurking.
Another knock.
Tentatively, Yuugi opened the door, starring dumbfounded.
"Hello. Is this the Motou residence?" A kindly looking woman in a police uniform questioned.
"Y-yes, it is. Can I help you?"
Witches? Witches in police uniforms? No, this couldn't be right. No way.
"Mr. Motou, I'm sorry to bother you right now, but the whole city is on alert. We're currently looking for a cereal killer that is highly dangerous."
"O-oh really?"
"Have you seen this man?" The police woman held up a blurry picture for him to see. Undoubtebly it was Yami, unruly looking hair and peircing crimson eyes. But it was only a sketch. Not even a real picture. And the portrayal of the demon was all wrong. His cheek bones were much higher, and his eyes didn't look so crooked. Yuugi had to stop himself from correcting their mistakes.
"No, no one like that. Other than my own hair, of course."
"Hmm." The woman seemed a little dissapointed. "Mr. Moto, I'm sorry to impose this on you. We're currently asking residence if it's okay for us to give the house a once go over, just to make sure that he hasn't been here. He has a way of 'leaving his mark' of were he'll attack next."
"Umm, well, I'm not sure. My Grandpa isn't home right now and. . . ."
"Oh, good. I'm glad you don't mind!" And with that she walked right though, blonde hair in a bun not moving in the slightest bit.
Well, that went wrong.
'Oh, Kami, oh Kami, don't let her find him. Don't let her!' A mantra took complete control of his thoughts.
If Yami hadn't shown Yuugi his wings, the teen would have been hard pressed to believe the cop who was currently poking her head around in his living room. His wings, dear god his wings. Did Yami put them back?! Oh gods, let him have put them back.
"Do you mind if I have a look upstairs, Mr. Motou?"
"Umm. . ." Why the hell wouldn't she just leave?
"Good, I won't be long."
Yuugi followed her upstairs, and of course, she paused at the door to the right, which was currently closed.
"Oh, please don't go in there," Yuugi asked.
The woman quirked an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Umm, well, you see. . . my lover is really sick right now and he has a huge migraine and doesn't like light or noise right now." Yuugi spit the words out faster than he meant to, surprised at the title that he gave the demon within.
The woman raised an eyebrow. "He?"
Yuugi blushed violently. "Ano, yeah."
"Oh, I see. Like I said, I'm sorry to impose this on you, but I really need to check every room. Thank you for your cooperation." And with that she opened the door.
Yuugi froze, unsure about what to do.
Yami was still inside, immoblile on the bed. The police woman looked around, shifting her feet in the direction of the bed.
At Yami's moan of pain or discomfort, which ever it was, Yuugi rushed past her to hover over Yami, running his fingers over the demon's cheek, whispering to him soothingly. "It's all right, koi, don't worry. Just a police officer, that's all." He said it loud enough for the woman to hear.
Yuugi could see, under the pillow, Yami's eyes were clentched tight in pain, and his face was covered in sweat.
Yami wished that he could have been acting, but he truly was in lots of pain. He felt like a giant fist was squeazing on his chest, sucking away his breath.
Yuugi turned his worried gaze to the woman. "Please, he really is ill right now."
"Well, all right. On to the next room. I'll leave you to make him feel better." And with that, she left and closed the door.
Yuugi leaned close to the demon, lips placed at his ear, now under the pillow with him. "Are you all right? What happened?"
"Her aura, Yuugi. It was pushing down on me, trying to get me to cry out. If I had, she have known. She would have surely caught me." His body was shaking under the strain.
"Rest easy, Yami. She thinks you're my lover right now, and that you're ill."
'Wish I was,' Yami thought bitterly to himself.
"I'll be right back. I'm going to see her out." With one more caress for good measure, Yuugi left and closed the door.
The woman walked back up to him from the back spare bedroom, satisfied with her search. "Thank you for your time again, Mr. Motou. Once again, I'm sorry to bother you. This killer is extremely dangerous. Left fifteen poeple dead one night."
'How ironic,' Yuugi thought to himself. "That's all right. Thank you for your concern." 'Not.'
With a nod and a wink, she left.
Slumping against the hall wall, Yuugi let out the breath that he hadn't realized he was holding. His moment of triumph was short lived when he heard a cry coming from the bedroom. "Yami!" Standing, he bolted into the room and over to the demon's side.
"Yami, are you okay? What is it?" The poor thing was writhing on the bed in pain.
"T-that strain. Gods, Yuugi. I couldn't handle any more. I can't." Bloody tears were running down his face.
"Yami, what can I do? You need to get better, or you're not going to make it through the night! Yami, please tell me!" Yuugi pleaded.
The demon gupled for air, trying vainly to breathe. "Blood. I n-need . . . blood."
"You mean like, a vampire?"
An affirmative nod. Without even thinking, Yuugi hastily removed the black leather collar he always wore around his neck. Lifting up the convulsing demon, he held Yami's head to his neck. "Quickly, Yami. You need to pull through this."
"No." Yami shook his head, refusing. "What if I can't stop?"
"I'l help you, Yami. But please, don't let me loose you now. You know that you won't pull through after this strain. You need more help than rest."
Finally giving up the moral fight, Yami pulled the neck closer to his mouth, allowing his fangs to delve into the soft pink skin.
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Don't you just hate me? Gods, I love doing cliff hangers. So who wants more? Tell Me tell me!