I GOT REVIEWS!! I'M SO HAPPY!!! Muse: *sneeze* Authoress, Oh! I almost forgot! My muse feels better when I get reviews, so, the faster you review, the better my muse feels! Anyway, a note. In my previous chapter, Yugi said, "Oh, I'm sorry." She began. "Did they die?" Yugi's kind smile then turned into a look of great bitterness. "No, but I almost wish that they had." When I said that, I meant that he wished his parents were dead. Not Yami and his grandpa. Ok, now that cleared up, On with the story!
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Yugi's smile faded just slightly. "I don't live with my parents. I live with my grandpa, and my…uh, brother Yami." Azar looked immediately sorry, and understanding. "Oh, I'm sorry." She began. "Did they die?" Yugi's kind smile then turned into a look of great bitterness. "No, but I almost wish that they had."
WHAT LOVE CAN DO TO A PERSON
Yugi helped Azar slowly up the stairs, and into the spare bedroom. The room hadn't been used for quite some time, so Yugi needed to clear dust from tables, and move spare boxes from the room, but when he had finished about 10 minutes later, it looked quite homey, and actually inhabitable.
"Thank you Yugi." Azar said quietly. "I don't know how to thank you enough." Yugi smiled at her warmly, and said, "Please. Like I could turn you out on the streets when there is a murderer after you." Azar's tinkling laugh filled the room, and made Yugi feel like he slid into a warm bath. "Well," Yugi murmured. "I'll see you in the morning I guess." "Yeah, I guess." "Goodnight Azar." "Night Yugi." With that, Yugi left the room, and went down stairs, to muse over his own thoughts.
As Yugi padded down the steps, he thought of how lucky he was to have found Azar. 'If I hadn't come sooner, she might have died.' Yugi thought silently to himself. Then he started to recall why he had left the house in the first place. Yugi's small smile slid off his face, as he sat down on the couch, and put his face in his hands. What if he hadn't seen Azar lying there in the alley? He wouldn't have been sitting on his couch right now, that's for sure. Only God knows where he might have been. Yugi's exterior was calm, and serene looking, but inside he was screaming. It was a good thing that the link between Yugi and Yami was almost non-existent, or Yami would have a head ache from all of the emotions radiating off of Yugi. Before Yugi could delve into his emotions anymore, the front door opened with a squeak.
Yugi lifted his face from his hands, and looked over to the front door. It swung open to reveal a ruffled looking Yami, who looked as though he had just had the time of his life. Yugi didn't even bother to smile at his Yami. It would go unnoticed anyway, so why bother? "Hello Yami." Yugi muttered unenthusiastically. "Did you have a good time?" Yugi's voice was monotone, but it obviously gone unnoticed. Yami looked around as though curious as to who had spoken. "Oh Yugi. It was fine." Unperturbed by the terse response given, Yugi moved over to the tall teen, and said, "Sit down, I need to talk to you."
Yami looked shocked that Yugi had ordered him to do something, but he quickly hardened his face, and said, quite coldly, "Why?" Yugi had no patience for Yami's ignorance. "If you want to stand, then that's fine. But I need to talk to you all the same." Yami gave Yugi a half glare and said, "It's been a long night, and I want to go to bed, so make it quick." Yugi had grown all too accustomed with the harsh tones of his Yami, to be the slightest bit put off. "I found a girl in an alleyway. She had lost a lot of blood, and was almost dead by the time I got to her. So, if you'll just be quiet on your way up, she just laid down."
Yami looked dumbstruck to put it lightly. He was staring at Yugi with his mouth agape, and his arms dangling stupidly at his side. "Why…how?" Yami was stuttering like a complete buffoon, and Yugi would have laughed, If he hadn't been so angry at him. "I can only answer your questions if they are at least half coherent." Yami stopped his stuttering for a moment to look slightly abashed. "Why is she here, how did she get here, and when did she get here?" Yugi sighed. He had no desire to answer Yami's irksome questions at the moment, but Yami probably wouldn't let him go until he did, and it had been at least a 2 months since Yami had carried on a semi-lengthy conversation with him. The temptation of speaking to him was overwhelming.
"I found her in an alleyway, she was bleeding excessively and she had a broken arm. I carried her back, and washed the blood off of her, and also set her broken arm in an old splint. Then we talked for a few minutes, and then she went to bed. I found her about an hour and a half ago." Yami looked at Yugi incredulously. Something about the look, told Yugi that he didn't believe a single word that he had said. "Yugi, if you are going to make up a story, at least make it believable. I mean, come on. How could you possibly do all that?" Yugi's blood began to boil at Yami's words. Yugi had not lost his temper in a very long time, and the last time he had, it nearly cost him, his life.
Oh? And what makes you think that?" Yugi was seething, and Yami was about to face a very angry Yugi for the first time, and he was trying his best and failing, at keeping his temper. Yami sneered at Yugi's facial expression. "You are small and weak. There is no way that you could lift a girl, and carry her all the way here. And, since when do you know first aid?" "How the hell else do you think I survived when bullies would beat me up? Did you think that grandpa fixed me up all the time?" Yami seemed unaffected by Yugi's words. "Show me the girl, and then I might believe you." "No!" Yugi practically screamed at Yami. "She is asleep, and has been through a great deal of pain tonight. There is no way that I will wake her up, just so that you may try and disprove your own ignorance!"
Then Yami did something that he had never done before. He raised his open hand and brought it down hard across Yugi's face. Yugi fell with the momentum of the hit, and lay sprawled across the carpeted floor. "You filthy liar." Yami spat at him. "Don't speak your deceitful lies to me. With that Yami strode, somewhat awkwardly, from the room. Yugi sat up, and placed his hand to his cheek. It stung where Yami's hand had hit him, and Yugi did his best to ignore it, as he stood up slowly and walked over to the chair, where Yami's coat lay. Yugi lifted the coat to his face, and smelled the black fabric. It reeked of alcohol.
Yugi sighed deeply. Yami had come home drunk for the past week and a half, and Yugi thought that he should be used to it by now. Apparently, the nights events had distracted Yugi to the point that he forgot this simple fact. Yugi ascended the stairs slowly, and entered his darkened room. Sitting on the edge of his bed, Yugi placed his face in his hands, and inwardly screamed to the gods above.
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Well, another chapter done. I need to clear some things up before I go however. Azar, is NOT I repeat NOT a perfect normal girl. She is as not normal as it is possible to be. You will just need to wait, and find out how she is so different. ^_^ This will not turn out like the normal Yugi/OC fic. Of that I can assure you. Anyway, you guys know the drill by now. 5 reviews or no chapter. ^^ Ok? Bye!