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Innocence Broken
Chapter IV: Embracing Light
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*a girl with short hair walks into Lunar's room and starts calmly typing*
Yami: INTRUDER! *picks up Lunar's guitar and smashes the girl on the head*
ACK! Damn it, Yami! It's just a haircut! *rubs head*
Yugi: *walks in and see's Lunar, not knowing it's her* INTRUDER! *picks up her guitar and once again, poor Lunar gets whacked in the head*
Yami: Ahhh, Yugi. . . *gulps* That's Lunar. . .
Yugi: OH MY GOD! I'm so sorry! *runs to get an ice pack while Lunar runs after him shouting about her broken guitar and carrying an iron*
Yami: Well. . . you know what they say, if can't beat 'em… arrange to have 'em beaten! Focusing on Lunar! *runs after them with a broom* Wait up, guys!
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"Talking"
Concealed Thoughts
/Yugi to Yami/
//Yami to Yugi//
"Flashback Quotes"
[Author Notes] Sometimes helpful, sometimes useless.
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Pain. . .
There was lots of pain as Yugi Moutou woke up the next morning. Pain in his rear, pain in his back. . .
Just pain. . . Pain like he'd never felt before.
He bent over, trying to escape it. "Go away, go away, go away!" Yugi whispered, as if words would force the aching to depart from his body. Swinging his feet over his bed side, he slid onto the floor and tripped over something soft and warm.
Yami mumbled from his spot near Yugi's bed and rolled over. "What was that. . .?" The sleepy spirit murmured, opening his worn-out eyes. The first sight he saw that morning was Yugi struggling to get up because of the soreness. Not a very good sight, if you ask me.
Getting up on his feet, Yami walked over to Yugi's scarred form and picked him up. "You should have called me if you wanted out of bed, that's what friends are for." Friends. . . It hurt to say it. "I'm kind of hungry, that's all." Yugi commented quietly.
Friends. . . Yeah, they were friends. . . Of course, what else would they be? Enemies? Yugi laughed in his mind. More then friends. It sounds so. . . Yami placed his secret crush on his bed. "I'll get you some chicken noodle soup." Yugi just nodded his head and Yami walked out.
Right, It sounds so right. No! It doesn't, it's wrong! Shaking violently because of shock and hurt, he brushed some hair out of his face.
"Yugi. . . Stop thinking these things, Yami is your friend. . ."
He repeated it quietly to himself. . .
But never did his mind stop gawking over his love for Yami.
And never did his heart ache as much as his body. . .
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Whistling, Yami was deep in thought as he carried the bowl of soup out of the kitchen. What would he do with Yugi? Like he thought before, he couldn't just let Yugi handle this on his own. . . It was cruel.
Cruel to leave someone to their own emotions. . .
Cruel to have them face life alone. . .
Oh, if only Yami knew what he was doing to Yugi.
Carrying the soup in the room, Yami closed the doors, a serious look crossed his face. He had to talk to Yugi, he couldn't let him endure this by himself. Couldn't leave him to suffer. No, never his aibou.
Pulling up Yugi's desk chair, he dipped the spoon in and brought it to Yugi's mouth.
"I think I can feed myself."
Trying to say it as respectfully as possible, Yugi smiled as Yami dropped the spoon in the dish and handed it to his light, Yugi still smiling.
"Yugi. . . We need to talk about what happened in that alley way."
Yugi trembled and nearly dropped the soup if it wasn't for Yami catching it. He sat it on the nightstand so Yugi could reach it if needed, and looked at him carefully.
Yami almost felt like taking him in his arms and kissing him, but he couldn't do that, not to the boy he had been protecting for almost a year now.
"Do you know what they looked like? Anything about them?" Yugi fought back the tears and nodded a 'no'. "Nothing? Not even their hair?" Yugi shook his head again, biting his lip while playing with the fuzzies on his blanket.
[Ahhh… I remember when I had the time to pick fuzzies off my blankets! :D *gets weird looks* Erm-- I mean, fuzzies, HA! Like I pick those… *runs to her blanket and picks the fuzzies, whimpering*]
"Yugi, look at me." Yami demanded, but very gently and softly, a polite demand, it seemed. Glancing up, Yugi fiddled with his blanket still as he locked eyes with Yami. "I-It was dark. . . And I c-couldn't see anything. . ."
Nodding an understanding, Yami looked straight at his aibou, it was like he was transparent. His smile left and a small line replaced it for a mouth, telling that he was in deep concentration. But those eyes… they held all the emotions he was feeling.
Confusion. . .
Fear. . .
Insanity. . .
Guilt. . .
Love. . .?
Impossible. Yami thought, swaying his head and speaking once again, "Yugi, I just want you to understand that I'm here. . . And I'm going to take care of you. Okay? You can tell me anything. You don't have to keep feelings inside you for so long."
Eyes cast away from crimson orbs as Yugi look towards the floor. A single tear made it's way down his cheek, falling on the to the bed sheet. "And if you feel like crying. . . You have a shoulder to cry on." Yami pulled Yugi into a hug, speaking softly, reassuring to him that it would be alright.
And Yugi cried more. He cried until his eyes were red and bloated. Surprisingly, it felt. . . Peachy. To sit here, his Yami embracing him and murmuring things into his ear so delicately and kind. . .
It felt right. For once, something felt right.
Yami hugged him tighter, and even though the aching was still here, and that Yugi was sobbing uncontrollable. . .
He never felt better in his whole entire life.
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Whoa! Can you say, corner chapter!
Yami: Corny chapter! Yay! What do I win?
Umm. . . *grabs Yugi* Here you go.
Yami: *hearts replace his crimson eyes, they kiss. . . Yeah*
-_-; To much love in this room. . . *sees Alkaline Trio* Oh my gosh. . . *drool and tackles all of them, cuddling them*
Yugi: Awww. . . Lunar gets to see them in concert! Go her!
YES! *let's go of them and does a Hot Chick dance* WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Take that, preps!!!!!
Yami: Don't mind her, she's been fantasizing what she's going to do at the concert, and she has two words to say. . .
MOSH PIT!