-Tainting the Light-
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Laura: ;; I am sowie, I have not updated in years! Soccer had me down -.-; Coach wouldn't give me a chance to play, then French-Horn chair tryouts(got first chair w00t ), then I had to write a story for English, then I had to do an important/stupid poetry project and finally, I had a soccer tournment and have one coming up . Didn't mean to bore you with my schedule, but it's gotten pretty hard. But I shalt give up!
The Serious Side: Psh, yah you will.
Laura: Oo er...Reviewers! You make me happy!
Mimiheart: Thanks for sticking with this story I know I may seem kinda stupid at times, but I'm really happy and grateful you are a contiounous reviewer . Thanks for reivewin! As always!
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Koishii No Tenshi: hehe glad you thought it was funny. Yuugi's past is sad, I hope I didn't make it to dramatic.
Dagger Maxwell: hehe yesh! It's a miracle! Yami cares! Glad you liked it! Thanks for your review!! It ment a lot!
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TJ: Glad you like the interpretation of Yami-boy. Thank you so much for reviewning! And yesh, it is quite exhausting to write his looooooong speeches of nothing, but its fun too
Strega: Aww, I sowie I made you misty eyed ::Sniffle:: Yesha, Yami is trying super hard, but he keeps on getting frustrated with himself and Yuugster. I'll try to refrain from Yami hurting Yuugi anymore, though...It could be in the near future. Not something you want to completely rule out. Hehe, no ones to old to cry for fictional characters! I cried when my imanignary friend was hit by a speeding imanginary bus. Damn her, I told her to move but she insisted on laying flat in the road. Thanks soo much for reviewn!
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Soul Clara: You're a beyblade authoress? Cooolnesss! I have to go read some! I haven't ever really watched the show though, but I can still read Aww I'm glad you like this story. I'm glad I kept you on the edge of your seat! Yaay! Aww, thanks for respecting me. Ooh yesh, this is angst. The ending shall be sastifying angstness. Shhh don't tell nobody! Aww glad you'll stay with me. I'm updaten w00t! Thank you sooo much for reviwen!
w00t! If you weren't in this author note thingie-thing I'll put yuh in next chappie!
The Serious Side: You do realized that this whole authors note is underlined in red and green, don't you?
Laura: YuP! Makes me feel like its Christmas
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LauRa: Only in dreams Please enjoy!
(Yami ish / italtics/ because ff.net is being difficult-,-' )
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The dull steely sky appeared like a dreadful pallet of most colorless pigments. The long gray clouds clashed horribly with the chaste white puffs, seeming as if a painter had smudged the two together accidentally to author the most listless sky a Wednesday had ever seen. The bleak sheets of rain, that had flooded the world the night before, made small ponds on the wilting strands of grass, like lush green mountains jutting out from beneath a murky sea. The world did not seem peaceful, nor did it seem restless. It just seemed to be there, like always. Domino residents awoke that morning and still believed it to be raining, for the torrents of water had collected in the trees on the glittering leaves and being as feeble as they were; they released their dead weight unto the world beneath them.
This slow and steady drip-drop of the left over rain seemed to be loud enough to stir Yami from his deep slumber. He cracked one eye instinctively and yawned. The warm lump next to him shifted slightly and he became aware that his arms were encircled around a soft bulk under the sheer sheets. He blinked and shook his head, but his mind was too hazy to think on something for more then a few seconds. It felt completely ordinary to have this snug little mass in his arms. He pressed his dizzy head into the tepid covers and cuddled close. After thousands of years, locked away in the abyssal frigid puzzle, it felt wonderful to sense warmth. It reminded him he was still alive, barely, but still alive.
It took only a few more moments until his mind began to think rationally once more. Those wheels began to churn and hurled words through his cloudy thoughts.
...I can't remember my mother's face...
...I c-care for you...
...If he is nothing more then a frail counterpart, then why do I feel this sudden tug at my heart to press him closer...
...Yuugi...
His eyes suddenly snapped open. He slowly peeled away the lacy sheet to reveal a small Yuugi, curled up and softly snoring, with a single slender hand placed delicately upon Yami's arm. Instantly, the sprit sprung out of bed as though a vile insect had found haven in his pants.
The pale boy shifted slightly and unfurled his eyelids. Blinking once or twice, he gaped at Yami. The puffy innocent orbs shined gleefully.
"Er—Did you rest well?"
Yuugi nodded groggily and shifted below the milky sea of sheets. Sighing with comfort, he rolled over unto his side and began to snooze once more. Yami stared.
Glancing idly at the glorious rising sun, painting the room a magnificent glittering gold, Yami asked."Do you not bear learning conferences this fresh morning?"
The small boy stiffened. He suddenly shot up from beneath the caves of blankets and contemplated his wristwatch.
"Oh great! I've already missed the bus!" Yuugi said absently, whirling out of bed and unto the cold floor. A sheet had knotted itself around his leg as if pleading for him to crawl back into the warmth and comfort. It took every bit of himself to resist it. He threw on his uniform, the puzzle, and tried to comb his hair, though it blatantly refused so today it would just have to settle for random placed spikes.
"Yuugi, whoa there, slow down and have some breakfast." His grandfather suggested, as the small blue blur sped by.
"Sorry!" He panted, gruffly hurling open the door, "late! Got to go!"
/ Quicken your inconsequential steps, my aibou!/
Yuugi rushed through Domino, surprising even himself at his swift speeds. He leapt the mammoth brick wall on Witherwood like it was nothing more then a pothole and weaved through the hundreds of ornery people, crowded and cramped onto one sidewalk, without bumping into one.
/Yuugi, I must allege, you are almost abnormally speedy this day. What has quickened you so?/
Shaking his head slightly, the young one responded through needy gasps of air, / If I'm late, like I probably already am, I'll get detention./
/ What redeemed your absence the day before? /
/Huh? Oh, um, well our school has this really stupid policy. If your late three days, it's instant detention./
/ To my precise calculations, you've only omitted two days./
/Well-er-See-er- Look! We're there! Ooh great, they've already closed the gates. I'm so dead./
He latched unto the frigid poles and leaned his head upon them, clearly defeated. He'd sped all the way through Domino, sustained on no nourishment, for absolutely nothing.
"There's no way in...I'm going to get detention for the first time ever." He cried softly. Yuugi had always been a very commendable student, and never, not even in grammar school, had he earned detention. Frankly, it frightened him. A piercing eyed teacher gazing down his back and grinning sadistically as he wrote hundreds and hundreds of lines over and over again. It was a deep fear he'd never had the chance to overcome, not that he wanted to though.
/ Do not fret. Gaze upon the measurable distance between the evenly placed bars. /
Yuugi took a step back and observed the gate and its poles. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary, just the normal paint-peeling rusty bars he'd grown to despise.
/What about 'em? They look normal./
/ You are a petite boy, aibou. /
/What's that have to do with—Ooh./
Like a light switch, it clicked on in an instant. Yuugi clumsily clabbered through the width of the poles and sprinted as fast as his humble legs would take him. He skidded through the quite slippery hallway, obtaining an assortment of scowls and glares as he collided into his peers. He peeked down at his watch— He had thirty seconds before he was officially late and still two flights of stairs and four hallways to go.
Twenty-eight seconds—He was ascending the stairs, skipping various steps that got in the hurried way of his destination.
Twenty-two seconds—Could he make it in time? He still had more stairs!
Fifteen seconds—Almost there, only two more hallways...
Ten—One more hallway...
Four—Two doors down...
One--
The bell rang shrilly above and the door slammed definitely behind him as he entered Mr.Komochie's geometry class. Mr.Komochie, seated behind his uncluttered, perfectly lined desk, glanced up at the late-comer as did his wide-eyed classmates. His un-wavering stare was quite bitter and Yuugi found he had to reform his gaze upon the almost too clean tiles of the floor.
"Motou, are you aware this is the second day in a row that you have been late to my class?" He questioned, lifting a confident eyebrow. Yuugi nodded hesitantly, feeling the presence of the class's concerned and amused eyes.
"What excuse do you have today?"
"Er— Over slept." He then added quickly, "sorry."
"Hmm," he contemplated, fingering his thin curt mustache, "wasn't that yesterdays?"
The class snickered. He didn't blame them. If he had been sitting safely in his desk watching the miniscule torture of another student, he would've been laughing behind his hand too, secretly glad it wasn't him.
"Er—I-I over slept a-again."
/ Yuugi, my obtuse child, do not express any sign of weakness like this fumbling over your words. You allow him power over yourself. Stand bold. /
Yuugi didn't see how anyone could stand bold in front of this accused murderer.
Mr.Komochie began exploring through his bulky black grade book, finally halting on one particular page.
"It declares here, you were late one other time. Surely you can count how many times you've been late, its simple math."
"T-Three." He whispered, his heart walloping severely in his chest.
"T-Three," He mocked cruelly, "is correct. And what does this schools policy say about being late three times consecutively?"
"B-But I wasn't late! I came in the door right as the bell rang!" Yuugi hastily defended himself. The methodical monster's eyes narrowed.
"You must be in your seat by the bell, not the room." His thin lips were folding into a perverse smile. "Take your seat and see you after school."
He somehow found it hard to enjoy any of the rest of his lessons all day. He could feel a lurking, uneasy sentiment bubbling somewhere between his chest and stomach, reminding him he would have to be completely alone with a so-called cold blooded killer for at least an hour and a half. That didn't set well in Yami's mind either.
/ If he even dares as to lurch at you ominously I will have his severed head plotted unto a mantle. /
The final bell rang cheerfully as students flooded through the corridors and out into their freedom. Yuugi watched them enviously as he dragged his feet into room 201; Mr.Komochie's.
"Ah, Motou, your two minutes late. Now, today, my floor has been collecting large amounts of dust. I trust you can take care of that." He said handing Yuugi a broom that was smooth like it had never been used.
So the small boy began his dusty labor and for thirty blessed minutes, the classroom was silent. It was until Mr.Komochie rose up from behind his desk and began to critique Yuugi's work.
"I believe you've missed a spot over there by the pencil sharpener. Your plain idiocy ceases to amaze me. You were such a brilliant student Motou, I don't understand what happened." He conveyed wickedly, hovering over the already anxious boy. Yuugi did not become more scared however; he began to feel an eternal anger licking at his voice, begging to be heard.
/ The blasted murderer—If he declares another word I'll-- /
"And what junk are you wearing around your neck? It looks like trash those idiot children wear. I thought you were better then this, Motou, I thought—"
Yuugi's blood curdling anger became to immense to bottle.
"Shut up you horrible foul murderer!" He bellowed, hurling the broom halfway across the room. Instantly, he covered his mouth with his pale quivering hands. He had just said what Yami was declaring inside his mind. The sprit's pure animosity for the orderly beast must've fueled his enmity as well. Those words that had spilled so suddenly out of his mouth, were not his own, but Yami's speaking through him.
Mr.Komochie for the first time was lost for words. He just gawked widely at the petite boy. Then, shaking his head slightly as if to be released from his cocoon of shock, he became livid and as mad as Yuugi had ever seen him. His nostrils flared and his eyes became two tiny angry piercing dots between his eyelids. Cautiously, Yuugi took a step back, quivering.
"You little monster!" He hollered, advancing dangerously close to Yuugi, who kept having to take steps back, "I've taught you runts for twenty years and still you have no respect for anyone but your self- centered selves! And you know nothing about anything to call me a murderer. I don't even think you know what you're talking about!" he suddenly became nervous and dropped his confident disposition, "And even if you think that what I have done in the past was murder, it was not. I never hurt anyone."
A short thought slipped through his trembling mind, 'Is he confessing?'
/ Yuugi, let me deal with this man. He is fatal danger to you! /
"S-So you really have killed. You're a murderer!" Yuugi's breath became harsher, "you've killed innocents before! How could you? You could've slaughtered anyone, you bastard! You're a crazy murderer! A cold blooded vile murder-"
Mr.Komochie had pinned Yuugi to the wall. His firm, brawny hand had easily fastened around both the small boy's slender wrists as he held them above his head, restrained by the cement wall behind him. Yuugi's lip trembled as he heard his heart-beat pumping wildly in his head. His eyes were laced with unshed tears, threatening to give way. The putrid man's other hand buckled around his slim neck.
"Y-You're going to hurt me a-aren't you? Y-You're going to kill me too." He whispered softly, his bottom lip quivering as one tear twirled helplessly down his cheek.
"Now why would-"
"Advert your filthy hands from my aibou, you grime." The sprit spat lividly, capturing full control over Yuugi's shivering body. He easily pulled the now limp hand away and scowled so cruelly that Mr.Komochie stumbled backwards. His eyes were lit with an unholy passion that Yuugi'd never seen before and hoped he'd never see again. There, crouching like a hungry tiger inside his eye, was a fiery lust to fatally injure those who'd hurt his little hikari. It was as if nothing would halt him and Yuugi couldn't think of a thing that could at this moment.
"You risk as to lay your blood soiled hands upon me? Hpmh, you're nothing. I've cautioned little Yuugi about you, scum. From the primary day I peered upon you. I smelt the solemn fragrance of an innocent's blood lolling in your grimy hands. And now, you prove my pointed theory...You are a murderer."
Perhaps it was his fierce glower or the enraged way he spat those last words, but Mr.Komochie was beginning to appear very frightened. He began backing away cautiously, breathing harder then before; His upright confident aura sliding beneath the door.
"So, as I have deduced such, we won't even dwindle with a shadow game. I can already predict your fate." He grinned maliciously. "You, Komochie, have murdered before, am I correct?"
Mr.Komochie seemed to have found his voice that had scurried away before. "W-Why would I tell a nothing student like yourself Motou? Besides, I have never done such a thing, you horrible little- "
Yami began to snicker wickedly, "Oh, flattery will get you no where. I bestowed you with a question, Komochie, have you murdered before?
Mr.Komochie's steady increase in anxiety seemed have found it's breaking point at that moment, and he began to sputter randomly. "I- I've n-not tech-technically murdered anyone— "
Yami's intimidating smirk widened. "Tsk tsk, telling tales will attain you no higher status then you are. I already conveyed I sniffed chaste blood splattered upon your hands. Now, do not assemble a problem and confess."
"I-I-It-But- ...Yes..." Mr.Komochie exhaled softly and stared pleadingly into Yami's eyes. "But you must understand—He was dieing! His life was mine to take! I was trying to- Its not what it seemed—He was suffering—He—"
"Silence." Yami hissed vehemently. The once methodical man now staggered back into his desk, knocking his thick grade book and other various books to the floor carelessly. The sprit simply beamed with arrogance.
"May your fate be sealed by your own corrupt deeds you dirty bastard."
And with that, the typical classroom darkened considerably as rays of darkness splashed unto the walls and floor. The room temperature plunged into new icy depths the cement walls had never experienced before. Yami, who was standing confidently in the middle of the classroom, grinned at the startled look plastered upon his pale clammy face.
"This is just a miniscule taste of the shadows, cretin." His smile twisted. "This should teach you and others never to hurt my hikari in any way."
Komochie was glancing all around him, watching the beams of darkness cautiously and shivering with the frigid air.
"Komochie, I sentence you to an eternity in the shadow realm."
Instantly, the shadows seized him. The rays of darkness wrapped solidly around his ankles, and like shady black ribbons, they began to work upward, coiling around the rest of his body. He was screaming with all his might, as he fidgeted with the tight grip of the ominous shadows that were to powerful for the sturdy man. His usual piercing brown eyes were now bulging as he struggled and shifted to be released from the clasp. He was finally silenced when a ray of shadow captured his mouth, leaving only his outstretched arm free. Though not long after, it to disappeared behind the inky shadows. It seemed like he was enfolded in a silky black sheet that was scuffling with the dead weight inside it that kept on shifting and struggling valiantly. Though suddenly, it halted. The shadows dispersed and nothing was left.
The room converted back to its normal stature and Yami sighed. It had felt wonderful calling forth the shadows once again, and what better reason to when a murderer was attacking his host? He felt not even a tinge of guilt.
"Y-Yami!" Cried Yuugi was he parted from his other half. He gawked timidly at the 3000 year old sprit, feeling as though his knees were about to drop from beneath him. This sprit--Man--Person--Whatever he was, was stronger then he'd ever thought or known. It was almost frightening.
"W-What did you d-do?" He asked on the verge of tears.
"No longer fret aibou, he shall never hurt you or anyone else again." Yami declared gallantly, "Are you not grateful?"
"Of-Of course!" Yuugi breathed, "its just- he's gone. We don't even know if he murdered all those people! He confessed to a murder not multiple murders."
"Hikari, heed me; one murder is just as horrendous as the next. The shadow realm was created for the mentally defective like him. It does not deem how many one has murdered, but if one has or not. Blood is blood and one life is just as crucial as the next."
"Y-Yami?"
"What is it aibou?"
"Thank you." Yuugi felt the warmth left in his limbs rush to his cheeks as he began to blush.
"You are welcome. Now clasp your things and let us scurry out of here. Someone might have heard." Yami disappeared into the puzzle.
Yuugi smiled contently. His Yami had just saved him and he felt like he was strolling on air. So he did care! Somewhere, buried deeply behind that mask of bravery and aggressiveness, he held concern for him. Though, the little one couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for Mr.Komochie, secluded to the shadows eternally.
'He got what he deserved,' Yuugi thought reassuringly, 'he's a murderer and killed a kid. The stupid psycho...Or atleast I hope he was...If not...'
Though these words did not replenish the barren chasm of disbelief developing somewhere in his stomach.
Yuugi gathered his books that had fallen to the floor and mixed in with Mr.Komochie's. What would people think when the geometry didn't show up for his lessons tomorrow? Would they suspect Yuugi at all? Swiftly, the small one returned the man's black grade book to the top of his orderly desk. He stole one last glance at the completely typical classroom and rushed out the door.
He was in such a panicky hurry to get home that he ran into Mr.Chiba, who was wondering the halls aimlessly.
"Whoa there Yuugi, why in such a rush?" He questioned merrily. He grinned as if Christmas had come early for him and bestowed him with every gift he had asked for. Though this was typical for Mr.Chiba, he was just a bright and cheery man.
"I-I've got to get home, m-my cats sick, you see." Yuugi invented skillfully. He was a horrible liar but Mr.Chiba took it anyway without nothing more then a shrug.
"Then carry on and don't let me hold you up from seeing your poor cat. Hope he feels better." His beam was almost sickening it was so wide. His eyes were glinting oddly as he strode away, almost skipping.
/ Aibou, that man is too blithe to be so chipper. /
/What do you mean?/
/ I think he is artificially joyous. /
/What-?/
/ I do believe in this time you have artificial enhancers of happiness, correct? /
/What? You mean drugs?/
/ Precisely. /
/What--? Uh, Yami, I think we should mind our own business for a while./
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The black velvet sky draped over Domino like a silky sheet that warmed the damp little streets and alley ways. The pale glimmering moon was stashed away behind misty lavender clouds, allowing the crooks of the night to wonder freely about without agonizing over concealment. There weren't a lot of twinkling stars in the sky, though the few that shown were beyond words altogether. In fact, as Yami gaped up at the warm night sky from on top of Yuugi's untidy desk, he could not find one word to describe how magnificently beautiful the stars seemed to be that night. Perhaps he was just oddly cheerful, but the brilliant heavenly bodies sparkled far brighter then ever before and seemed to grin with a new radiance.
He smiled softly to himself. After two days of failed attempts, a week on silent hold, and his own butchering vocabulary, he'd finally been able to establish that he cared deeply for little Yuugi, if not by words then by action. He'd sentenced a living breathing person to eternity in the mauling frigid gloom of the shadow realm. It wasn't as if he hadn't sent anyone to that awful sealed fate before. He simply had a—Feeling. Yes, a feeling, different from any other vibe he received after hurling one into the darkness. Like, a strange empty cavity was cultivating and surging through his heart. He had missed something...What could it have possibly have been?
Hearing the soft-padded footsteps of his aibou, he glanced down. His eyes instantly widened.
There was his Yuugi, with crystal creeks of salty tears coursing pathetically down his flushed cheeks. Yami instantly bolted down and crouched to his knee, to face his suddenly solemn faced hikari. Yuugi began to sniffle almost uncontrollably and he almost seemed troubled by the abrupt closeness between the two. Their faces were so near that Yami could feel his hikari's warm shuddering breaths and see the sparkling tears laced unto his thick dark eyelashes.
"Yuugi?" His voice was pained and quite choked with confusion, eyeing his aibou like this. He'd been so happy before, what went wrong? Before his befuddlement, the care that had harvested in his chest arose first.
"Y-Y-Yami!" He latched his slender arms around the sprit's neck and rested his tear-soaked face in the crook of his shoulder. Hesitantly, Yami gently patted his shuddering back.
"Aibou, what distresses you so?" He whispered softly into his ear. The boy only trembled harder.
"W-We got the wrong person."
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Laura: AhhHhhhh!Hhh!HhHhhhhH! O-ooOooO-ooOOoOO-O
Laura's Serious Side: -.-; You do realize that that whole sentence is underlined in red by spell checker, don't you?
Laura: I so sowie for not updaten in forever! –Sniffle- I feel really bad!
The Serious Side: -.-; You should.
Laura: If there are any really bad fragments in here, please bare with me! Its 2:30 am. I'm going to Disney World (woot!) for a tournment tomorrow and I'll be gone for about a week. So I decided to finish this before I go off so you guys don't have to wait any longer! YaaY! Also I got hella sun burned -.-;
The Serious Side: And that has to do with this...How--?
Laura: Er ;; It doesn't.
The Serious Side: -.-;; I'm not even going to say anything.
Laura: Ja Ne! Please review!
:God Bless:
-Laura-
Lauurrra: HAYY! == I sooo happi! I got word perfect! That means I now have spell checker . I'm going to go back and redo most my other chappies!
The Serious Side: Oo Even with the spell-checker, your spelling is horrendous.
Laura: ;; I am sowie, I have not updated in years! Soccer had me down -.-; Coach wouldn't give me a chance to play, then French-Horn chair tryouts(got first chair w00t ), then I had to write a story for English, then I had to do an important/stupid poetry project and finally, I had a soccer tournment and have one coming up . Didn't mean to bore you with my schedule, but it's gotten pretty hard. But I shalt give up!
The Serious Side: Psh, yah you will.
Laura: Oo er...Reviewers! You make me happy!
Mimiheart: Thanks for sticking with this story I know I may seem kinda stupid at times, but I'm really happy and grateful you are a contiounous reviewer . Thanks for reivewin! As always!
LanLan: Hehe, I am proud of my first shonen Ai moment. Glad you like the two stories thing Thank you so much for reviewn and being sucha good friend (
PadFootsNoxed: Hehe, I enjoyed hambarker. Hehe glad you like Yami's vocab Thank you for reviewn!
Night Light5: Awww I'm glad you think its cute! I loved writing it and it makes me happy that you enjoyed it. Wow, it was really raining? Tats soo cool! I can't even begin to tell you how glad it makes me feel that you like this story and keep on reviewn! Its really nice of you! Of course I wanna hear stoof about yuh! I'm in band too! Though our band director ish cool...Well, we have two, the other looks and acts oddly like Lucifer. Keep up with band though! Its lotsa fun! And I'm sure your good in it! I'm glad you like my story. Thanks for reviewn!
Mists: Aww, I'm glad you like the arguing scene, it made me laugh too. I'm glad you like the story!! Thanks for reviewn and your good tidings!
Mavelus: Tehehe, glad I made you happy Yesha, Ryou-chan isha gonna feel betta. You welcome It was very good. Thanks for reivewn!
Stargirl11: Glad your back! I missed yuh Hehe glad you liked the chapter! Thanks for reviewn!
Koishii No Tenshi: hehe glad you thought it was funny. Yuugi's past is sad, I hope I didn't make it to dramatic.
Dagger Maxwell: hehe yesh! It's a miracle! Yami cares! Glad you liked it! Thanks for your review!! It ment a lot!
Earthbourne: Could be Thanks for reviewn!
Kitty Neko: Thanks for reviewn! Heres the next chappie.
TJ: Glad you like the interpretation of Yami-boy. Thank you so much for reviewning! And yesh, it is quite exhausting to write his looooooong speeches of nothing, but its fun too
Strega: Aww, I sowie I made you misty eyed ::Sniffle:: Yesha, Yami is trying super hard, but he keeps on getting frustrated with himself and Yuugster. I'll try to refrain from Yami hurting Yuugi anymore, though...It could be in the near future. Not something you want to completely rule out. Hehe, no ones to old to cry for fictional characters! I cried when my imanignary friend was hit by a speeding imanginary bus. Damn her, I told her to move but she insisted on laying flat in the road. Thanks soo much for reviewn!
Rikaniel: Haya, its okay it took yuh a while. I don't mind at all. Awww I'm glad you like how Yami ish softening, we all know he was made of butter ; Hehe no need to get on your kneesss! I'm updaten! Thanks a whole buch for reviewn!
Soul Clara: You're a beyblade authoress? Cooolnesss! I have to go read some! I haven't ever really watched the show though, but I can still read Aww I'm glad you like this story. I'm glad I kept you on the edge of your seat! Yaay! Aww, thanks for respecting me. Ooh yesh, this is angst. The ending shall be sastifying angstness. Shhh don't tell nobody! Aww glad you'll stay with me. I'm updaten w00t! Thank you sooo much for reviwen!
w00t! If you weren't in this author note thingie-thing I'll put yuh in next chappie!
The Serious Side: You do realized that this whole authors note is underlined in red and green, don't you?
Laura: YuP! Makes me feel like its Christmas
Side of The Serious: -.-; Sweet death, bestow me with deliverance.
LauRa: Only in dreams Please enjoy!
(Yami ish / italtics/ because ff.net is being difficult-,-' )
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The dull steely sky appeared like a dreadful pallet of most colorless pigments. The long gray clouds clashed horribly with the chaste white puffs, seeming as if a painter had smudged the two together accidentally to author the most listless sky a Wednesday had ever seen. The bleak sheets of rain, that had flooded the world the night before, made small ponds on the wilting strands of grass, like lush green mountains jutting out from beneath a murky sea. The world did not seem peaceful, nor did it seem restless. It just seemed to be there, like always. Domino residents awoke that morning and still believed it to be raining, for the torrents of water had collected in the trees on the glittering leaves and being as feeble as they were; they released their dead weight unto the world beneath them.
This slow and steady drip-drop of the left over rain seemed to be loud enough to stir Yami from his deep slumber. He cracked one eye instinctively and yawned. The warm lump next to him shifted slightly and he became aware that his arms were encircled around a soft bulk under the sheer sheets. He blinked and shook his head, but his mind was too hazy to think on something for more then a few seconds. It felt completely ordinary to have this snug little mass in his arms. He pressed his dizzy head into the tepid covers and cuddled close. After thousands of years, locked away in the abyssal frigid puzzle, it felt wonderful to sense warmth. It reminded him he was still alive, barely, but still alive.
It took only a few more moments until his mind began to think rationally once more. Those wheels began to churn and hurled words through his cloudy thoughts.
...I can't remember my mother's face...
...I c-care for you...
...If he is nothing more then a frail counterpart, then why do I feel this sudden tug at my heart to press him closer...
...Yuugi...
His eyes suddenly snapped open. He slowly peeled away the lacy sheet to reveal a small Yuugi, curled up and softly snoring, with a single slender hand placed delicately upon Yami's arm. Instantly, the sprit sprung out of bed as though a vile insect had found haven in his pants.
The pale boy shifted slightly and unfurled his eyelids. Blinking once or twice, he gaped at Yami. The puffy innocent orbs shined gleefully.
"Er—Did you rest well?"
Yuugi nodded groggily and shifted below the milky sea of sheets. Sighing with comfort, he rolled over unto his side and began to snooze once more. Yami stared.
Glancing idly at the glorious rising sun, painting the room a magnificent glittering gold, Yami asked."Do you not bear learning conferences this fresh morning?"
The small boy stiffened. He suddenly shot up from beneath the caves of blankets and contemplated his wristwatch.
"Oh great! I've already missed the bus!" Yuugi said absently, whirling out of bed and unto the cold floor. A sheet had knotted itself around his leg as if pleading for him to crawl back into the warmth and comfort. It took every bit of himself to resist it. He threw on his uniform, the puzzle, and tried to comb his hair, though it blatantly refused so today it would just have to settle for random placed spikes.
"Yuugi, whoa there, slow down and have some breakfast." His grandfather suggested, as the small blue blur sped by.
"Sorry!" He panted, gruffly hurling open the door, "late! Got to go!"
/ Quicken your inconsequential steps, my aibou!/
Yuugi rushed through Domino, surprising even himself at his swift speeds. He leapt the mammoth brick wall on Witherwood like it was nothing more then a pothole and weaved through the hundreds of ornery people, crowded and cramped onto one sidewalk, without bumping into one.
/Yuugi, I must allege, you are almost abnormally speedy this day. What has quickened you so?/
Shaking his head slightly, the young one responded through needy gasps of air, / If I'm late, like I probably already am, I'll get detention./
/ What redeemed your absence the day before? /
/Huh? Oh, um, well our school has this really stupid policy. If your late three days, it's instant detention./
/ To my precise calculations, you've only omitted two days./
/Well-er-See-er- Look! We're there! Ooh great, they've already closed the gates. I'm so dead./
He latched unto the frigid poles and leaned his head upon them, clearly defeated. He'd sped all the way through Domino, sustained on no nourishment, for absolutely nothing.
"There's no way in...I'm going to get detention for the first time ever." He cried softly. Yuugi had always been a very commendable student, and never, not even in grammar school, had he earned detention. Frankly, it frightened him. A piercing eyed teacher gazing down his back and grinning sadistically as he wrote hundreds and hundreds of lines over and over again. It was a deep fear he'd never had the chance to overcome, not that he wanted to though.
/ Do not fret. Gaze upon the measurable distance between the evenly placed bars. /
Yuugi took a step back and observed the gate and its poles. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary, just the normal paint-peeling rusty bars he'd grown to despise.
/What about 'em? They look normal./
/ You are a petite boy, aibou. /
/What's that have to do with—Ooh./
Like a light switch, it clicked on in an instant. Yuugi clumsily clabbered through the width of the poles and sprinted as fast as his humble legs would take him. He skidded through the quite slippery hallway, obtaining an assortment of scowls and glares as he collided into his peers. He peeked down at his watch— He had thirty seconds before he was officially late and still two flights of stairs and four hallways to go.
Twenty-eight seconds—He was ascending the stairs, skipping various steps that got in the hurried way of his destination.
Twenty-two seconds—Could he make it in time? He still had more stairs!
Fifteen seconds—Almost there, only two more hallways...
Ten—One more hallway...
Four—Two doors down...
One--
The bell rang shrilly above and the door slammed definitely behind him as he entered Mr.Komochie's geometry class. Mr.Komochie, seated behind his uncluttered, perfectly lined desk, glanced up at the late-comer as did his wide-eyed classmates. His un-wavering stare was quite bitter and Yuugi found he had to reform his gaze upon the almost too clean tiles of the floor.
"Motou, are you aware this is the second day in a row that you have been late to my class?" He questioned, lifting a confident eyebrow. Yuugi nodded hesitantly, feeling the presence of the class's concerned and amused eyes.
"What excuse do you have today?"
"Er— Over slept." He then added quickly, "sorry."
"Hmm," he contemplated, fingering his thin curt mustache, "wasn't that yesterdays?"
The class snickered. He didn't blame them. If he had been sitting safely in his desk watching the miniscule torture of another student, he would've been laughing behind his hand too, secretly glad it wasn't him.
"Er—I-I over slept a-again."
/ Yuugi, my obtuse child, do not express any sign of weakness like this fumbling over your words. You allow him power over yourself. Stand bold. /
Yuugi didn't see how anyone could stand bold in front of this accused murderer.
Mr.Komochie began exploring through his bulky black grade book, finally halting on one particular page.
"It declares here, you were late one other time. Surely you can count how many times you've been late, its simple math."
"T-Three." He whispered, his heart walloping severely in his chest.
"T-Three," He mocked cruelly, "is correct. And what does this schools policy say about being late three times consecutively?"
"B-But I wasn't late! I came in the door right as the bell rang!" Yuugi hastily defended himself. The methodical monster's eyes narrowed.
"You must be in your seat by the bell, not the room." His thin lips were folding into a perverse smile. "Take your seat and see you after school."
He somehow found it hard to enjoy any of the rest of his lessons all day. He could feel a lurking, uneasy sentiment bubbling somewhere between his chest and stomach, reminding him he would have to be completely alone with a so-called cold blooded killer for at least an hour and a half. That didn't set well in Yami's mind either.
/ If he even dares as to lurch at you ominously I will have his severed head plotted unto a mantle. /
The final bell rang cheerfully as students flooded through the corridors and out into their freedom. Yuugi watched them enviously as he dragged his feet into room 201; Mr.Komochie's.
"Ah, Motou, your two minutes late. Now, today, my floor has been collecting large amounts of dust. I trust you can take care of that." He said handing Yuugi a broom that was smooth like it had never been used.
So the small boy began his dusty labor and for thirty blessed minutes, the classroom was silent. It was until Mr.Komochie rose up from behind his desk and began to critique Yuugi's work.
"I believe you've missed a spot over there by the pencil sharpener. Your plain idiocy ceases to amaze me. You were such a brilliant student Motou, I don't understand what happened." He conveyed wickedly, hovering over the already anxious boy. Yuugi did not become more scared however; he began to feel an eternal anger licking at his voice, begging to be heard.
/ The blasted murderer—If he declares another word I'll-- /
"And what junk are you wearing around your neck? It looks like trash those idiot children wear. I thought you were better then this, Motou, I thought—"
Yuugi's blood curdling anger became to immense to bottle.
"Shut up you horrible foul murderer!" He bellowed, hurling the broom halfway across the room. Instantly, he covered his mouth with his pale quivering hands. He had just said what Yami was declaring inside his mind. The sprit's pure animosity for the orderly beast must've fueled his enmity as well. Those words that had spilled so suddenly out of his mouth, were not his own, but Yami's speaking through him.
Mr.Komochie for the first time was lost for words. He just gawked widely at the petite boy. Then, shaking his head slightly as if to be released from his cocoon of shock, he became livid and as mad as Yuugi had ever seen him. His nostrils flared and his eyes became two tiny angry piercing dots between his eyelids. Cautiously, Yuugi took a step back, quivering.
"You little monster!" He hollered, advancing dangerously close to Yuugi, who kept having to take steps back, "I've taught you runts for twenty years and still you have no respect for anyone but your self- centered selves! And you know nothing about anything to call me a murderer. I don't even think you know what you're talking about!" he suddenly became nervous and dropped his confident disposition, "And even if you think that what I have done in the past was murder, it was not. I never hurt anyone."
A short thought slipped through his trembling mind, 'Is he confessing?'
/ Yuugi, let me deal with this man. He is fatal danger to you! /
"S-So you really have killed. You're a murderer!" Yuugi's breath became harsher, "you've killed innocents before! How could you? You could've slaughtered anyone, you bastard! You're a crazy murderer! A cold blooded vile murder-"
Mr.Komochie had pinned Yuugi to the wall. His firm, brawny hand had easily fastened around both the small boy's slender wrists as he held them above his head, restrained by the cement wall behind him. Yuugi's lip trembled as he heard his heart-beat pumping wildly in his head. His eyes were laced with unshed tears, threatening to give way. The putrid man's other hand buckled around his slim neck.
"Y-You're going to hurt me a-aren't you? Y-You're going to kill me too." He whispered softly, his bottom lip quivering as one tear twirled helplessly down his cheek.
"Now why would-"
"Advert your filthy hands from my aibou, you grime." The sprit spat lividly, capturing full control over Yuugi's shivering body. He easily pulled the now limp hand away and scowled so cruelly that Mr.Komochie stumbled backwards. His eyes were lit with an unholy passion that Yuugi'd never seen before and hoped he'd never see again. There, crouching like a hungry tiger inside his eye, was a fiery lust to fatally injure those who'd hurt his little hikari. It was as if nothing would halt him and Yuugi couldn't think of a thing that could at this moment.
"You risk as to lay your blood soiled hands upon me? Hpmh, you're nothing. I've cautioned little Yuugi about you, scum. From the primary day I peered upon you. I smelt the solemn fragrance of an innocent's blood lolling in your grimy hands. And now, you prove my pointed theory...You are a murderer."
Perhaps it was his fierce glower or the enraged way he spat those last words, but Mr.Komochie was beginning to appear very frightened. He began backing away cautiously, breathing harder then before; His upright confident aura sliding beneath the door.
"So, as I have deduced such, we won't even dwindle with a shadow game. I can already predict your fate." He grinned maliciously. "You, Komochie, have murdered before, am I correct?"
Mr.Komochie seemed to have found his voice that had scurried away before. "W-Why would I tell a nothing student like yourself Motou? Besides, I have never done such a thing, you horrible little- "
Yami began to snicker wickedly, "Oh, flattery will get you no where. I bestowed you with a question, Komochie, have you murdered before?
Mr.Komochie's steady increase in anxiety seemed have found it's breaking point at that moment, and he began to sputter randomly. "I- I've n-not tech-technically murdered anyone— "
Yami's intimidating smirk widened. "Tsk tsk, telling tales will attain you no higher status then you are. I already conveyed I sniffed chaste blood splattered upon your hands. Now, do not assemble a problem and confess."
"I-I-It-But- ...Yes..." Mr.Komochie exhaled softly and stared pleadingly into Yami's eyes. "But you must understand—He was dieing! His life was mine to take! I was trying to- Its not what it seemed—He was suffering—He—"
"Silence." Yami hissed vehemently. The once methodical man now staggered back into his desk, knocking his thick grade book and other various books to the floor carelessly. The sprit simply beamed with arrogance.
"May your fate be sealed by your own corrupt deeds you dirty bastard."
And with that, the typical classroom darkened considerably as rays of darkness splashed unto the walls and floor. The room temperature plunged into new icy depths the cement walls had never experienced before. Yami, who was standing confidently in the middle of the classroom, grinned at the startled look plastered upon his pale clammy face.
"This is just a miniscule taste of the shadows, cretin." His smile twisted. "This should teach you and others never to hurt my hikari in any way."
Komochie was glancing all around him, watching the beams of darkness cautiously and shivering with the frigid air.
"Komochie, I sentence you to an eternity in the shadow realm."
Instantly, the shadows seized him. The rays of darkness wrapped solidly around his ankles, and like shady black ribbons, they began to work upward, coiling around the rest of his body. He was screaming with all his might, as he fidgeted with the tight grip of the ominous shadows that were to powerful for the sturdy man. His usual piercing brown eyes were now bulging as he struggled and shifted to be released from the clasp. He was finally silenced when a ray of shadow captured his mouth, leaving only his outstretched arm free. Though not long after, it to disappeared behind the inky shadows. It seemed like he was enfolded in a silky black sheet that was scuffling with the dead weight inside it that kept on shifting and struggling valiantly. Though suddenly, it halted. The shadows dispersed and nothing was left.
The room converted back to its normal stature and Yami sighed. It had felt wonderful calling forth the shadows once again, and what better reason to when a murderer was attacking his host? He felt not even a tinge of guilt.
"Y-Yami!" Cried Yuugi was he parted from his other half. He gawked timidly at the 3000 year old sprit, feeling as though his knees were about to drop from beneath him. This sprit--Man--Person--Whatever he was, was stronger then he'd ever thought or known. It was almost frightening.
"W-What did you d-do?" He asked on the verge of tears.
"No longer fret aibou, he shall never hurt you or anyone else again." Yami declared gallantly, "Are you not grateful?"
"Of-Of course!" Yuugi breathed, "its just- he's gone. We don't even know if he murdered all those people! He confessed to a murder not multiple murders."
"Hikari, heed me; one murder is just as horrendous as the next. The shadow realm was created for the mentally defective like him. It does not deem how many one has murdered, but if one has or not. Blood is blood and one life is just as crucial as the next."
"Y-Yami?"
"What is it aibou?"
"Thank you." Yuugi felt the warmth left in his limbs rush to his cheeks as he began to blush.
"You are welcome. Now clasp your things and let us scurry out of here. Someone might have heard." Yami disappeared into the puzzle.
Yuugi smiled contently. His Yami had just saved him and he felt like he was strolling on air. So he did care! Somewhere, buried deeply behind that mask of bravery and aggressiveness, he held concern for him. Though, the little one couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for Mr.Komochie, secluded to the shadows eternally.
'He got what he deserved,' Yuugi thought reassuringly, 'he's a murderer and killed a kid. The stupid psycho...Or atleast I hope he was...If not...'
Though these words did not replenish the barren chasm of disbelief developing somewhere in his stomach.
Yuugi gathered his books that had fallen to the floor and mixed in with Mr.Komochie's. What would people think when the geometry didn't show up for his lessons tomorrow? Would they suspect Yuugi at all? Swiftly, the small one returned the man's black grade book to the top of his orderly desk. He stole one last glance at the completely typical classroom and rushed out the door.
He was in such a panicky hurry to get home that he ran into Mr.Chiba, who was wondering the halls aimlessly.
"Whoa there Yuugi, why in such a rush?" He questioned merrily. He grinned as if Christmas had come early for him and bestowed him with every gift he had asked for. Though this was typical for Mr.Chiba, he was just a bright and cheery man.
"I-I've got to get home, m-my cats sick, you see." Yuugi invented skillfully. He was a horrible liar but Mr.Chiba took it anyway without nothing more then a shrug.
"Then carry on and don't let me hold you up from seeing your poor cat. Hope he feels better." His beam was almost sickening it was so wide. His eyes were glinting oddly as he strode away, almost skipping.
/ Aibou, that man is too blithe to be so chipper. /
/What do you mean?/
/ I think he is artificially joyous. /
/What-?/
/ I do believe in this time you have artificial enhancers of happiness, correct? /
/What? You mean drugs?/
/ Precisely. /
/What--? Uh, Yami, I think we should mind our own business for a while./
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The black velvet sky draped over Domino like a silky sheet that warmed the damp little streets and alley ways. The pale glimmering moon was stashed away behind misty lavender clouds, allowing the crooks of the night to wonder freely about without agonizing over concealment. There weren't a lot of twinkling stars in the sky, though the few that shown were beyond words altogether. In fact, as Yami gaped up at the warm night sky from on top of Yuugi's untidy desk, he could not find one word to describe how magnificently beautiful the stars seemed to be that night. Perhaps he was just oddly cheerful, but the brilliant heavenly bodies sparkled far brighter then ever before and seemed to grin with a new radiance.
He smiled softly to himself. After two days of failed attempts, a week on silent hold, and his own butchering vocabulary, he'd finally been able to establish that he cared deeply for little Yuugi, if not by words then by action. He'd sentenced a living breathing person to eternity in the mauling frigid gloom of the shadow realm. It wasn't as if he hadn't sent anyone to that awful sealed fate before. He simply had a—Feeling. Yes, a feeling, different from any other vibe he received after hurling one into the darkness. Like, a strange empty cavity was cultivating and surging through his heart. He had missed something...What could it have possibly have been?
Hearing the soft-padded footsteps of his aibou, he glanced down. His eyes instantly widened.
There was his Yuugi, with crystal creeks of salty tears coursing pathetically down his flushed cheeks. Yami instantly bolted down and crouched to his knee, to face his suddenly solemn faced hikari. Yuugi began to sniffle almost uncontrollably and he almost seemed troubled by the abrupt closeness between the two. Their faces were so near that Yami could feel his hikari's warm shuddering breaths and see the sparkling tears laced unto his thick dark eyelashes.
"Yuugi?" His voice was pained and quite choked with confusion, eyeing his aibou like this. He'd been so happy before, what went wrong? Before his befuddlement, the care that had harvested in his chest arose first.
"Y-Y-Yami!" He latched his slender arms around the sprit's neck and rested his tear-soaked face in the crook of his shoulder. Hesitantly, Yami gently patted his shuddering back.
"Aibou, what distresses you so?" He whispered softly into his ear. The boy only trembled harder.
"W-We got the wrong person."
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