Angel Corrupted
Disclaimer: Now, for a change of pace, I'll have No One, my gay, angsty teen bishounen shall read the disclaimer!
No One: She doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh. She owns the psychiatrist dude and me. Thank you, goodbye. *runs off to snog his 300-year-old demon-like boyfriend*
A/N: Stuffs s'more! AU, possible OOC-ness (they did grow up differently, eh?), bloody stuffs, mild swearing…shounen-ai! Yami/Yugi, slight Bakura/Ryou and possible Seto/Joey. Will be using American names, as that's the version I get!
There is a high unlikely-ness that there will be lemons in this fic, unless I can sucker one of my friends, Sazza (the yaoi pimp!) and Kitsune Kitana into it. Said peoples are also my beta readers and should be thanked.
I know nothing of real psychiatrists.
Yugi's school does not exist in Dartmouth and proly N.S., though I'm quite sure another school of the same name exists somewhere else.
Thankies again to my wonderific reviewers Molly Jean, rox, Diamond, E, ShadowPhoenix, CutieCherry, Twilight Dreams, DracownyGirl, introspectivechild, I luv Yugi and Kurt so :p, someone, Synchronized Love, KittyKatu, AuroraDragonKaya, NocturnalQueen and Moerae and anyone else I missed! And apologies to anyone who's name I misspelled.
Chapter Two:
Nine years later…
A sigh broke the silence of the room. Yugi lay sprawled across a couch, staring up at the ceiling. The same boring white ceiling he'd been seeing several times every week for the past four years. The couch on the other hand was new.
Rolling onto his stomach the sixteen-year-old glared at the door. Dr. Jones was late. You weren't supposed to keep potentially crazy people waiting. Yup, that's right. He, Yugi Gardner, was considered insane. Well, sort of anyway.
It was he and his adoptive family's deep, dark secret. He shuddered at the thought of anyone at school finding out, he was picked on enough as it was. Though maybe if they thought he was psychotic the bullies would avoid him… But, no. It would ruin his adoptive sister Tea's reputation too. He didn't want that.
Yugi huffed. You stop talking for two years and lose all your memories of what happened before you were ten and people treat you like you're made of glass. He was perfectly sane, really, but if he so much as blinked wrong they'd have him shipped off to the loony bin.
The teen didn't even understand why they kept him seeing a psychiatrist twice a week. I mean, they figured he had been severely traumatized by his father's murder, but he had those memories neatly suppressed right? Wouldn't they just cause him to flip out again by dredging the memories back up?
Not that Yugi actually thought it was his dear old dad's death that had made him mute for two years. No, he was quite sure he was glad his father was dead. His memories of early childhood weren't quite all gone; there were flashes of a yelling man, of pain and hot tears running down his cheeks. His father used to beat him, and the teen was positive the rat-bastard had gotten what he deserved.
He wasn't about to divulge this tidbit of information to anyone. Holding feelings of malice towards one's gruesomely murdered father wasn't a sign of great sanity. Nor was feeling thankful towards a serial killer or man-slaughtering cult, whoever it was that committed the Sennen murders as they were called…
The doorknob turned, and in walked Dr. Jones. Actually, it was more of an arrogant swagger, but when you get paid tens of thousands of dollars a year you're allowed arrogance. The man was, as always, dressed in a well-pressed suit, expensive black loafers, and a tie so ugly it should be illegal, neatly slicked back brown hair completing the ensemble.
"You're late," Yugi informed the man, violet eyes peering over the arm of the couch.
"I'm sorry," the psychiatrist replied. "I received a pressing phone call."
"'Kay," the teen said, shrugging, and rolled over onto his back.
Jones took a seat at his desk and flipped through a few papers. Yugi had started to think the act was just a well-rehearsed routine. The purpose of this routine was a mystery, but the 16-year-old was sure there was no point to the paper flipping.
The teenager blinked, had the headshrinker asked him a question? "What?"
Dr. Jones stared at him analytically. "Are you often easily distracted?"
"I'm very imaginative. I daydream a lot," the patient replied. "My Art teacher says it's a characteristic of a good artist." Yugi didn't add that he thought the woman had made it up.
"Alright." The man scratched something down on a notepad. "Have you experienced any mood swings or periods of deep depression?"
The violet-eyed boy suppressed an exasperated sigh. "No," he answered, adding 'as always' mentally.
"Have you been having any trouble in school?"
"No."
"Is anyone at school bothering you?"
A slight pause. "No."
"You're sure?"
"Yes." Followed by a mental, 'Of course there are no bullies that beat the shit out of me for being shorter than a ten-year-old…'
"Alright," The shrink repeated, jotting down more notes. "Have you experienced any repetitive dreams?"
"No." There was no pause this time, but Yugi was still lying.
"Any dreams that may have been memories?"
"No." He kept having the same dream…
"Have you seen anything that wasn't actually there?"
"Do you mean like hallucinations or ghosts?" That dream about a person concealed in shadows…
Dr. Jones gave him an impatient stare.
"No." A person with eyes that glowed crimson…
"Have you recovered any memories from before you came out of your silent period?" The psychiatrist continued questioning.
Yugi shook his head. "My earliest memory is of when I was ten and on an airplane shipping me from Japan to the States."
After he had moved back into the world of the speaking, someone had managed to track down his absent mother. Being his only living relative – or had it been closest living relative? – he had been sent overseas to New York to meet a woman he didn't even remember. The same woman who had left him to the mercy of her abusive husband.
Of course abandoning him once hadn't been enough, and after having been with her for less than a year he woke up to find his mother gone. She never came back, and Yugi had spent the rest of the year hopping from one foster home to the next. People didn't seem to like having a potential psycho as a child…
But then he had met the Gardners, and after only a month with them he had won their hearts with his innocent attitude and overall adorability. The kind family adopted him and he received from them the love he'd never experienced from his true family. Yugi's new sister became his first friend, and through her he had made more friends.
Sometime during his twelfth year, the Gardners had moved to Canada. Dartmouth, Nova Scotia specifically. That's when he had started seeing Dr. Jones, as opposed to his previous psychiatrist, Dr. Malloy.
Yugi pulled himself out of his memories, having missed another of his shrink's questions. "What?"
The man repeated himself, and the teen held back a sigh as the questioning went on.
Yami walked down the street, swathed in leather as always. He enjoyed these little moments in which he pretended to be human, wings hidden away magically. It amused him to play as one of his prey.
The dark angel stopped in front of a particular storefront and stared incredulously at the objects displayed within. Cards, seemingly dubbed Duel Monster cards. But the creatures upon them! They were the same beasts that the Egyptians had played with before the locking away of the shadow games and his own creation.
His interest peaked Yami glanced up at the sign above the window and entered the Turtle Game Shop. A bell tinkled as he walked in, alerting an old man at the counter to his presence.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" the grey-haired man asked.
"I saw the cards in your window, Duel Monsters is it?" the dark being questioned.
"Yes, it is a fairly new game, involving magic, trap and monster cards which are used together to defeat your opponents."
"Please, Mr.…?"
"Mutou. Sugoroku Mutou."
"Mr. Mutou, tell me more about this game…" Yami listened intently to the old man's words, the description of the game ringing many bells in his memory. Yes, this game was based upon the old shadow games…
After awhile the dark angel noticed Mr. Mutou giving him strange glances every-so-often. Raising an eyebrow the corrupted man asked, "Is there something wrong with my appearance?"
"Oh, no!" Sugoroku replied, looking startled. "It's just… you remind me of my grandson."
"Grandson?" Yami studied the short man in front of him. That hairstyle, and those violet eyes seemed strangely familiar…
"Yes, my grandson, Yugi." Mr. Mutou continued. "I haven't seen him since he was five. I went to Egypt on a dig, and when I came back my son was dead and both Yugi and his mother were missing. I couldn't find anything on where they had gone."
Images of a violet-eyed child flashed through Yami's head. Was this man's grandchild the boy he had given the Puzzle to? Interesting…
Giving the old man his condolences, insincere as they were, the corrupted angel expressed his interest in creating a dueling deck of his own. He had a feeling it would be useful someday.
Yugi looked around, seeing nothing in the darkness surrounding him. It was the dream again… Without his permission the teen's body began to run from some unseen threat. It was always the same.
First he would run, and then… He screamed out as cold, invisible hands grabbed him from behind.
"No!"
Pain flared around him, bright spots dancing across the otherwise black background. He continued screaming, the pain getting worse, never ending… Until, suddenly, it stopped.
The violet-eyed youth fell to his knees sobbing. After a moment Yugi became aware of a presence in front of him. He looked up slowly, knowing what he would see.
A shadowy figure with glowing red eyes.
Yugi bolted upright as a loud beeping ripped him out of the dream state. Flailing wildly he managed to both knock the alarm clock off his dresser, shutting it off, and get extremely tangled in his sheets. Loosing his balance the teen fell from the bed with a thud.
The bedroom was silent for a moment, until the 16-year-old gave a belated groan of pain. What a great way to start the day. Extracting himself from the knot of sheets and blankets, he stretched out, yawning.
Time to get ready for another day at Willowbrook High.
Flinging open the closet, Yugi appraised the selection of clothes and basked in the fashion freedom that was a school without uniforms. Pulling out a pair of black leather pants he wriggled into them and fastened them with a pair of crisscrossing silver-studded belts. Matching studded bands were placed upon slim wrists and a black hooded t-shirt slid down to cover a slender torso. Black socks and a neck belt followed, and running a comb through his gravity defying hair, the teen dubbed himself presentable.
Observing himself in the mirror, Yugi rearranged his bangs slightly to hide the mark on his forehead as much as possible. This was a fairly easy task as the blotch was barely visible as it was, but if you looked very closely you could make out a patch of slightly redder skin on the teen's forehead. If you looked even closer you'd realize the spot of color was shaped like lips, as if someone had placed a permanent kiss on the young man's forehead.
The teenager then looked forlornly at the golden object lying on his dresser. He hated not wearing the puzzle all the time, it was the only object he had kept from childhood, and it felt strangely important to him… Which was exactly the reason he didn't wear it to school. He was too worried one of his bullies would steal it.
Sighing, Yugi kissed the puzzle, completing his morning ritual, and ambled downstairs for his breakfast.
