Angel Corrupted

Disclaimer: *chibi Lio walks by a store window**looking in she sees the ownership of Yu-Gi-Oh advertised**point* I want that mommy! I want it! *mother shakes head and pulls wailing daughter away*

The moral of the story is that no, I do not own anything related to Yu-Gi-Oh…except this one poster that I got free and accidentally... *grin*

A/N: Yes, once again stuffs. 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 (mostly…), 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.

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. And yes, some people say Yugi looks like a 10-year-old or crud, but I figure if you compared Yugi with his younger self, current Yugi would be noticeably older. Please excuse Joey's accent, it comes and goes in my writing…-_-;

Thankies mucho to my wonderific reviewers rox, Princess Strawberry, ExBobble06, Angel Reaper, yugifan, someone, E, Yami Dragoness, Synchronized Love (*giggles happily and hoards Easter Bunny and eggs*), mistykasumi, Ocean, rindi, Charmeleon, angel lover, Ryasha (I don't mind, it feels nice to know I've inspired someone), Firehedgehog (yah…I kin'na live in Dartmouth too. ^_^; It's easier to write something on common ground), Dilandau-is-My-Boyfriend, Yugismpuzzle, Katie, Angel Yami and anyone else I missed! Apologies to anyone who's name I misspelled.

Answering questiony-type thingies… Yes, Yugi shall be found, but not 'til next chapter really… and it will more likely be followed by kawaii shounen-ai than yummy yaoi. *grin*

Y'know…I dun think I like this chapter much…

Chapter Four:

            Mrs. Gardner cracked open the bedroom door and peered in at her son. He was always just a son to her, never adopted in her mind. She loved the innocent, young boy and when he had darted in after school looking distressed, she had grown worried.

            "Yugi darling, supper is ready." The woman spoke softly.

            The bundle of blankets that was her son shifted, and a quiet voice mumbled out, "I don't feel so good, I think I'll just rest."

            A deeply saddened look crossed Mrs. Gardner's face. The boy (though he wasn't really a boy anymore, was he?) had gone straight up to his room after arriving home and hadn't left it since.

            "Is there anything you want?" She asked.

            "No thank you."

            Sighing, Mrs. Gardner quietly shut the door.

            Yugi shivered, wrapping his blankets closer around his body. He had fallen back into a near trance, that scene flashing over and over again in his mind. The dagger, the blood, the Eye, pale flesh, dead eyes, burning red eyes…

            The 16-year-old resisted the urge to scream in frustration, to yell for it all to stop, to at least make sense! He knew it was a memory, the night his father was murdered, but… red eyes? It was so strange. He was missing half the story, but he had a sinking feeling that he didn't really want to know the rest…

            Oh well, at least tomorrow was Saturday. He didn't have to worry about Mrs. Johnson for a while… besides; he had plans for the weekend. A certain Halloween costume that needed tending to.

            The small teen gradually relaxed, as thoughts of the future, and images of the past followed him to sleep.

            It was the dark again. But…the dream felt different this time, unfamiliar. Yugi spun around, confused. The dream had always been the same, what was he supposed to do now that it had changed?

            Then…he spotted a light in the far distance and was drawn inexorably towards it. As he came closer to the spot of brightness he became aware of some sort of black slab jutting from the ground. But what was that stuck to it…?

            Yugi gasped. It was himself! He was chained to the strange obsidian rock, the puzzle dangling from his neck. But no…it wasn't him. The boy was younger, looking like Yugi had when he was ten or eleven, and then there were the wings. Pure, white wings drooped from the child's back, almost glowing.

            Moving into the light the 16-year-old watched as the child that looked so much like him raised his head and violet eyes met violet. One set startled, the other sad and filled with such an innocence as Yugi had never seen.

            The reverie between the two boys was broken as a high wind swept through the circle of light and darkness coalesced above the slab. Suddenly, the darkness plunged down into the younger boy's chest.

            Both of them were screaming, and as the darkness spread through the bound child, staining his wings black, a wave of pure light was repulsed from the screaming boy. Yugi's eyes widened as the swell of white tumbled towards him, and crashed into his body…

            A loud gasp resounded through the quiet of Yugi's room as he bolted upright, sweat coursing down his back. What the hell had that been? That was one dream that was definitely not a memory.

            Having calmed down significantly, the teenager wrinkled his nose. Sliding out of bed he tugged off his sweat soaked clothes and tossed them into his hamper. Glancing at the clock he found it was just past midnight. Groaning, the boy went back to bed, hoping the rest of his sleep would be dreamless.

            What a way to start the day…

            Crimson eyes glanced over a hand of cards to meet a cold, gaze, tinted brown by contact lenses. Smirking, Yami pulled five cards from his hand and laid them down.

            "I summon Exodia, the Forbidden One, and I believe you just lost." The dark angel's smirk widened as his opponent cursed loudly. "9th time in a row, iceling."

            "Don't rub in, darkling," the ice demon known as Bakura snarled.

            The corrupted angel chuckled. He had met the demon after his little rendezvous with Seto, and had been thoroughly amused by the partially insane, and rather sadistic creature. Enough so that he decided not to kill Bakura as long as the iceling didn't annoy him.

At some point the game Duel Monsters had popped up, and the two had been dueling on and off ever since, Yami remaining the undefeated champion. It wasn't that Bakura wasn't a good opponent, but what could you expect dueling the being that embodied the very shadow games that Duel Monsters was based on?

The ice demon continued to fume silently until a soft voice spoke up. "I think that's enough dueling for today. How about we go fetch some lunch?"

Both duelers turned to look at the smaller ice demon, who had been watching them. He was Ryou, Bakura's mate, and the two were almost complete opposites. Personality-wise anyway. But Yami had to admit that the couple balanced each other well, Ryou curbing Bakura's more murderous instincts, and Bakura bringing out his mate's more… adventurous side.

Physically though, the two were stunningly similar, even beyond their racial characteristics of white hair, pale skin and serrated ears. They had an almost identical hairstyle, cleverly positioned to hide said serrated ears, they wore similar clothes, and they had even chosen the same colored contacts, a nice brown to cover their natural eye color, a shade of blue so pale as to almost seem an icy white.

Ryou was probably another reason Yami hadn't killed Bakura. He had always had a soft spot for innocents, and the sweet iceling was one of the few demons who was, indeed, innocent.

Standing up, Bakura embraced his mate, stealing a kiss. "Lunch would be good, I am getting hungry…" He glanced at Yami. "Will you be coming?"

The fallen angel grinned. "You two are my newest interest, if you didn't invite me, I'd probably just come anyway."

Bakura snorted, "Stalker."

"Psycho."

"Freak."

"Sadist."

"Like you can talk, Killee McGee!"

"…Did you just call me Killee McGee?"

"Yes, and it disturbs me greatly. I have no idea what came over me."

"Crazy-ass demon."

The two continued their banter as they walked off, Ryou shaking his head in amusement.

Yugi sat in bed, picking at the lunch his mother had brought up. He was trying to puzzle out his most recent dream, as if the repeating one hadn't been confusing enough. Giving up on rational thought for a while, the teenager concentrated on eating his food. Mm, left over mashed potatoes and roast beef.

The violet-eyed teen was brought out of his food trance by a knock on the door. Looking up, he saw Joey peek in.

"Hey buddy, how'ya doin'? You're mom said you weren't feeling too good, and after English yesterday we were kinda worried about ya."

Idly playing with his fork, Yugi laughed nervously. "I'm okay. I was just a little tired yesterday, must've been why I zoned out."

"You sure you're alright?" Joey questioned, looking a bit skeptical.

"I'm fine!"

"Well, okay then. But speaking of zoning out, what all did'ya miss during class?"

"Um…well, everything after Mrs. Johnson started talking about the Eye…" the small teen averted his eyes and fiddled with his fingers.

"Whoa! You missed almost the entire class Yug!" the tall blonde exclaimed. "Well, after that she mentioned the one murder that didn't fit with any of the others. The only reason it was classified as a Sennen Murder was 'cause of the Eye carved in his forehead."

"Really?" Yugi listened with rapt attention, ignoring the anxiety niggling at the back of his mind. Why did this sound familiar…? "Who was it?"

"It's kinda freaky, no-one knows why the guy was attacked. He was just your average Joe and some Sennen freak broke into his house, murdered him and roughed up his kid."

Yugi stopped breathing.

"His name was Kora-Koro…Koranu Moto, or somethin' like that."

"Korianu," whispered Yugi, eyes wide and unseeing. "Korianu Mutou."

Something deep in the small teenager's mind came crashing down, releasing a flood of memories. "Oh."

Joey continued on, unaware of the mental pain he had just released. "Yeah, and hey, his kid had the same name as you, Yug! Some coincidence, huh?"

A sob tore itself from the violet-eyed boy's throat. His eyes flooded with tears and he clenched them closed, hands fisting in his hair, trying to block out the memories. He had known his father had beaten him, but he hadn't remembered the fear, the pain…

And that night had been the worst. The look in his father's eyes… he would've raped him. His own father would have raped him. The pain…

The scene was playing fully in his head now, and suddenly those other dreams made sense. Running from his father, being caught, beaten… then the window imploding, and a figure, his savior, with glowing red eyes… and… wings?

Joey watched in shock as his friend flipped out. He reached out a hand and placed in on the smaller teen's shoulder. "Yug? Yugi! What's wrong?"

He didn't understand why his friend was so upset. It wasn't like it was his father that was killed… The blonde's eyes widened. The boy's name had been Yugi. Oh. "Holy shit, Yug… I'm sorry."

The tall boy pulled Yugi into a tight hug, and the younger boy clung to him, sobbing into his shirt.

"I'm so sorry… I can't believe… I can't believe some bastard murdered your father."

The indigo-eyed teen's sobs cut off suddenly, and a look of malice crept onto his face, hidden in his older friend's shirt. He hissed out, "Korianu Mutou deserved to die."

Joey recoiled and stared down at his friend, normally bright eyes filled with spite. "Wh-what?"

"He… hurt me. A lot. He was a drunkard. He was a drunk, abusive asshole." Yugi snarled. "He deserved to die. He was… that night, he was going to… going to r-ra…" He couldn't finish the word, couldn't admit it out loud. Fresh tears coursed from the boy's eyes.

Joey simply held the shaking form of one of his best friends, stunned by his glances into the small teen's psyche.

"He saved me," Yugi whispered, "The dark man saved me…"

Two demons and a corrupted angel were sitting on a building throwing pebbles at the stupid mortals strolling back and forth across the street. Well, Yami and Bakura were, Ryou had politely declined. It was there that a third ice demon found them.

The dark angel glanced up at the man, comparing him to the other icelings. This one had straight hair of a bluer shade of white, pulled back in a loose ponytail to cover his ear tips. His contacts were grey.

"What is it, Karn?" Bakura growled, annoyed at being interrupted from his 'play'.

"I am sorry to disturb you, Master Bakura. But we have gotten some unsettling news from the clan in Nova Scotia."

"Oh?" The sadistic demon looked a tad more interested.

"Apparently pyros are gathering en mass there. Enough to have started effecting the weather, we fear they may be planning a takeover."

"Pyros?" Yami whispered to Ryou.

"Slang for fire demons," the gentle iceling answered.

Bakura slammed his fist against the ground. "What the hell are they doing so far north?! They know Canada is ice demon territory!"

Enough fire demons amassed to affect the weather… it was certainly a serious matter, if Yami did say so himself. He could see why they were telling Ryou and Bakura. The dark angel had recently discovered that, though by themselves the mates were fairly strong, together they were probably the strongest icelings in the world. A good match indeed.

"We leave for Nova Scotia immediately," Bakura stated, standing up. Ryou nodded his consent.

"Very good, sir." Karn said.

"I'm coming with you," Yami spoke in a voice that left no room for discussion.

As Yugi curled up in his bed, asleep, a small private jet flew overhead. And as a burning sensation lanced through his head the teen jolted awake, screaming bloody murder. Hands groped at a mark left long ago, a permanent kiss that had flared hotly to life.