Summary: Yugi finally got it on with Yami! *pants happily* But he's got a
knife and a real big grudge... Pray for Yami.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, much less a successful anime. However,
I DO own a Yami plushy that is all mine!
A.N.- Thanks to everyone who reviewed! This is only my second fanfic so
I'm happy to get any! Oh, and the format for the first two chapters was
really weird and it was hard to read... I'll try to repost it and get it
looking better!
~Flashback~ Yugi woke up suddenly. Someone was holding him, someone familiar.
Yugi gasped as the events of the previous night came flooding back to him. He crawled out from under Yami and searched through the ruins of his pants, pausing to take out a tiny handgun and to strap a throwing knife on each arm.
Silently he padded back to Yami, trying to puzzle everything out.
One night of sex and fun doesn't change 12 years of pain! He reasoned.
Yugi had to get the secret out of Yami. ~End Flashback~
Yugi sat back on his heels, staring up at Yami, who was on the bed, still slumbering peacefully.
This is getting annoying... Yugi thought, gritting his teeth. The fool hadn't even moved for half an hour!
"Yami!" He hissed, hoping to jolt his darker half awake. "Wake the hell up!"
"NNnnnnngg?" Muttered Yami sleepily, cutely blinking his dark red eyes. "What is it...?"
Yugi stood up from the carpet, fingering his throwing knife. If worse came to worst, he could always claim he'd never been here. Kaiba would probably even back him up.
Apparently the events of last night were rushing back to the model, because he gave a short gasp. "Yugi?!", and then a more tentative question down the soul bond. //Is that really you?//
"Yes, it's me." Yugi replied, trying to make his voice hard. "I have some questions for you."
Yami just nodded, staring at Yugi. //I have questions, too. Why did you leave? And how? Why did you come back, and why-this?// Yami gestured at the rumpled bedroom happily. //Oh, my koi, I have longed for this so long! Why did you finally return?//
"Please don't call me your koi. I would like to talk." Replied Yugi, inwardly steaming at Yami's audacity and rudeness. 'I've longed for this soooooo long!!!!!!!' God. Longed for what? To see exactly how tight his former hikari is? Longed to fuck me blind?!
Yami finally the hint, sitting up and looking at Yugi expectantly. "What is it?" Yami saw the knife in Yugi's hand and his eyes widened in shock. "What are you doing?!"
He chuckled. "Simple. I'm taking back what you stole from me nine years ago. I want you to answer everything I ask, and don't even THINK about calling in some guards. I have enough blackmail on you to bribe a small African country!"
Yami nodded dumbly, going into shock. "What do you want to know?"
"I'm going to show you something, and you get to tell me what you know about it." Yugi pulled the forgotten vial of red liquid from his pile of clothes, the same vial he had been wearing as decoration just a day before.
"This contains a poison, which is extremely lethal, and will kill in less than a minute. Currently it is illegal in every single law abiding nation in the world." Yugi pulled the silver stopper out, tipping it back into his mouth.
"NO! Don't do it, Yugi!" Yami leapt forward, trying to stop his hikari from drinking, but Yugi fended him off easily with his free hand.
The red liquid flowed into Yugi's mouth, gushing into his throat when he swallowed.
"Let me call an ambulance! Don't make me watch this!" Pleaded Yami. Yugi simply laughed, a harsh noise.
He pointed to a clock. "Let's wait. This shouldn't take longer than a minute."
Yami nodded, pained, assuming that he was about to witness a suicide.
Yugi began to chuckle when thirty seconds had passed. "Right about now, most people would be experiencing a slight tingle in their arms and legs. In about ten more seconds, they would start to freeze up. By sixty seconds, they would be gone."
Slowly the seconds ticked by, and Yugi calmly began brushing his hair, still keeping a wary eye on Yami, who looked not a little disturbed at Yugi's behavior.
"Oh, relax!" Yugi growled when 57 seconds had passed. "Nothing's going to happen!"
"Then, what-" Yami cut off, confused. Yugi wasn't behaving like a depressed, suicidal person. He even looked sane, apart from the vicious looking knife still laying beside him.
"The point is, I should have died. But I didn't. And it has something to do with you." Yugi's eyes hardened, making his darker half shiver.
"I don't know anything about this, Yugi!" He protested. "It's not the Yami and Hikari link, or Bakura couldn't have died!"
Yugi nodded slowly. That was true, but at the same time Yami was the only supernatural thing to enter his life. He must be the key.
"All right, Yami. I'll buy that. But it has something to do with you. And until I find out how to reverse it, you get to help me look!"
Yami grinned rakishly, surprisingly resilient for a model who had been fucked, threatened, and seen an almost suicide, all within 24 hours. "Sure, little one. Don't you want some more questions answered?" He purred. "Or is this all just a chance to get to know me again?"
Yugi snarled. "Don't you dare! I haven't been through hell and back for a model like you, barely more than a whore, to judge me! I've even tried ripping my own throat out. That wont work either! Nor will stepping into traffic, paying someone to murder me, or jumping out of a fifty-story building! So do not even think about crossing me! I've been through more than you can dream of! I have literally injected deadly viruses into my own bloodstream. I am indestructible! And you WILL help me die!"
Yami jerked back, mouth dropping open. "Wh-why do you want to die?" He stammered, staring in shock.
Yugi chuckled, laughing louder and louder until he was practically rolling on the plush carpet in mirth. "Hahahahahahaha....You....hehe...Have no clue, do you?"
He collected himself and regained composure. "You, Yami! You left me to fend for myself, left me hurting. Everyone in this city forsook me! While you were in a photo shoot, (coughWhoringSessioncough), I was alone. Did you ever notice the bullies, or my pretty bruises?"
Yami's jaw dropped open. "You were hurt? When was this? Why didn't you say anything?"
Yugi stopped laughing. "I tried." He stated quietly, voice rising. "You were always off, flirting with some photographer or producer, trying to 'make your own way in the world'. Weren't those the words you used when I wanted to spend more time with you? Well, guess what. You picked the wrong person to fuck, this time. I'm back, and I need your help."
Yami nodded slowly, shame in his eyes. "I'll help you." He whispered.
~Flashback~ Yugi woke up suddenly. Someone was holding him, someone familiar.
Yugi gasped as the events of the previous night came flooding back to him. He crawled out from under Yami and searched through the ruins of his pants, pausing to take out a tiny handgun and to strap a throwing knife on each arm.
Silently he padded back to Yami, trying to puzzle everything out.
One night of sex and fun doesn't change 12 years of pain! He reasoned.
Yugi had to get the secret out of Yami. ~End Flashback~
Yugi sat back on his heels, staring up at Yami, who was on the bed, still slumbering peacefully.
This is getting annoying... Yugi thought, gritting his teeth. The fool hadn't even moved for half an hour!
"Yami!" He hissed, hoping to jolt his darker half awake. "Wake the hell up!"
"NNnnnnngg?" Muttered Yami sleepily, cutely blinking his dark red eyes. "What is it...?"
Yugi stood up from the carpet, fingering his throwing knife. If worse came to worst, he could always claim he'd never been here. Kaiba would probably even back him up.
Apparently the events of last night were rushing back to the model, because he gave a short gasp. "Yugi?!", and then a more tentative question down the soul bond. //Is that really you?//
"Yes, it's me." Yugi replied, trying to make his voice hard. "I have some questions for you."
Yami just nodded, staring at Yugi. //I have questions, too. Why did you leave? And how? Why did you come back, and why-this?// Yami gestured at the rumpled bedroom happily. //Oh, my koi, I have longed for this so long! Why did you finally return?//
"Please don't call me your koi. I would like to talk." Replied Yugi, inwardly steaming at Yami's audacity and rudeness. 'I've longed for this soooooo long!!!!!!!' God. Longed for what? To see exactly how tight his former hikari is? Longed to fuck me blind?!
Yami finally the hint, sitting up and looking at Yugi expectantly. "What is it?" Yami saw the knife in Yugi's hand and his eyes widened in shock. "What are you doing?!"
He chuckled. "Simple. I'm taking back what you stole from me nine years ago. I want you to answer everything I ask, and don't even THINK about calling in some guards. I have enough blackmail on you to bribe a small African country!"
Yami nodded dumbly, going into shock. "What do you want to know?"
"I'm going to show you something, and you get to tell me what you know about it." Yugi pulled the forgotten vial of red liquid from his pile of clothes, the same vial he had been wearing as decoration just a day before.
"This contains a poison, which is extremely lethal, and will kill in less than a minute. Currently it is illegal in every single law abiding nation in the world." Yugi pulled the silver stopper out, tipping it back into his mouth.
"NO! Don't do it, Yugi!" Yami leapt forward, trying to stop his hikari from drinking, but Yugi fended him off easily with his free hand.
The red liquid flowed into Yugi's mouth, gushing into his throat when he swallowed.
"Let me call an ambulance! Don't make me watch this!" Pleaded Yami. Yugi simply laughed, a harsh noise.
He pointed to a clock. "Let's wait. This shouldn't take longer than a minute."
Yami nodded, pained, assuming that he was about to witness a suicide.
Yugi began to chuckle when thirty seconds had passed. "Right about now, most people would be experiencing a slight tingle in their arms and legs. In about ten more seconds, they would start to freeze up. By sixty seconds, they would be gone."
Slowly the seconds ticked by, and Yugi calmly began brushing his hair, still keeping a wary eye on Yami, who looked not a little disturbed at Yugi's behavior.
"Oh, relax!" Yugi growled when 57 seconds had passed. "Nothing's going to happen!"
"Then, what-" Yami cut off, confused. Yugi wasn't behaving like a depressed, suicidal person. He even looked sane, apart from the vicious looking knife still laying beside him.
"The point is, I should have died. But I didn't. And it has something to do with you." Yugi's eyes hardened, making his darker half shiver.
"I don't know anything about this, Yugi!" He protested. "It's not the Yami and Hikari link, or Bakura couldn't have died!"
Yugi nodded slowly. That was true, but at the same time Yami was the only supernatural thing to enter his life. He must be the key.
"All right, Yami. I'll buy that. But it has something to do with you. And until I find out how to reverse it, you get to help me look!"
Yami grinned rakishly, surprisingly resilient for a model who had been fucked, threatened, and seen an almost suicide, all within 24 hours. "Sure, little one. Don't you want some more questions answered?" He purred. "Or is this all just a chance to get to know me again?"
Yugi snarled. "Don't you dare! I haven't been through hell and back for a model like you, barely more than a whore, to judge me! I've even tried ripping my own throat out. That wont work either! Nor will stepping into traffic, paying someone to murder me, or jumping out of a fifty-story building! So do not even think about crossing me! I've been through more than you can dream of! I have literally injected deadly viruses into my own bloodstream. I am indestructible! And you WILL help me die!"
Yami jerked back, mouth dropping open. "Wh-why do you want to die?" He stammered, staring in shock.
Yugi chuckled, laughing louder and louder until he was practically rolling on the plush carpet in mirth. "Hahahahahahaha....You....hehe...Have no clue, do you?"
He collected himself and regained composure. "You, Yami! You left me to fend for myself, left me hurting. Everyone in this city forsook me! While you were in a photo shoot, (coughWhoringSessioncough), I was alone. Did you ever notice the bullies, or my pretty bruises?"
Yami's jaw dropped open. "You were hurt? When was this? Why didn't you say anything?"
Yugi stopped laughing. "I tried." He stated quietly, voice rising. "You were always off, flirting with some photographer or producer, trying to 'make your own way in the world'. Weren't those the words you used when I wanted to spend more time with you? Well, guess what. You picked the wrong person to fuck, this time. I'm back, and I need your help."
Yami nodded slowly, shame in his eyes. "I'll help you." He whispered.