Dreams of Angels
Pan: I did go a little bananas while writing this. Ah, the perils of reading yaoi at the same time as trying to write...
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You're about to find out, Anime Crazed.
Angel Reaper, Bakura's sleepy-magic only works when the one he uses it on is willing to be put to sleep. So says me -
That's weird, Hikari Tsuki Chi. Tingly!
Somehow, I don't think that Yami would think of that as 'fun times', YumeTakato. However, it was fun to write!
"Yami?" Yugi called, his voice echoing with confusion and fear as he stood in the doorway, gazing out into swirling darkness. "Where am I?" he said, panic beginning to break into his voice as he stepped back from the edge for fear of falling into the inky blackness.
"Yugi?" Yami's form appeared out of the darkness and stepped through the door. "Are you alright?"
"Wh-Who are you? Y-You're not Yami!" Yugi trembled slightly as Yami, or not-Yami, closed the door.
"You're sort of right." Yami said, going and sitting on the bed, and indicating that Yugi should join him. "Don't worry, you can trust me." he said, seeing Yugi's apprehension. Yugi moved to sit next to whoever it was, though taking care not to sit too close.
"I had better explain who I am, ne?" Yami said slowly. Yugi gave a small nod.
"I'm not actually Yami himself, I'm your memory of him." the older boy said. "This whole room contains all of your memories of Yami. The good, and the not-so good, even the memories that Yami created in the first few months after you solved the Puzzle, before you were aware of him." The Memory paused slightly to let this sink in. "It was his wish that, if you ever wanted to, you could see what he did in your body in those few times you blacked out." Yugi blinked a few times.
"So... this is part of my mind - why isn't my soul room beyond that door?" Yugi said, gesturing towards the closed door.
"It is." the Memory said. "There was a spell put on you to make your body sick, and another one to dissolve your soul room and make your spirit lost." He thought for a moment. "Yami cares a lot about you; this room is specially protected by his magic so that it can't be destroyed, unless you want it to. That way, if your soul room is dissolved, like it is now, I can bring you here to keep your spirit safe."
"Wow..." Yugi murmured. "Yami created all of this in my mind without me knowing?"
Youkai sat nearby, watching as Yami pushed himself up from the bed in his soul room. The sleepiness had disappeared from his crimson eyes, and he yawned loudly, smiling gently at the memory of his last dream.
"Sleep well?" Youkai enquired. Yami nodded, shaking the last of his slumber from his body.
"No breakthroughs?" Yami asked, turning to face Youkai. The few minutes after Yami woke up were always restricted to very short sentences. Or other sounds, depending on who he was with.
"I am not aware of any. I'm pretty sure that Bakura would have contacted me if there were." Youkai answered calmly. Yami sighed.
"I think Yugi is safe, due to some magic I placed on his soul room, but Tenshi... I can't be so sure." he said slowly. "I shall have to pay a visit to this 'Kuroi'. I have no other options. Even I can't reverse the effects of someone else's magic if I don't know what the spell is." He lowered his eyes to stare at the ground.
"You had better get going then." Youkai murmured. "Unlike you, apparently, in the absence of my lighter, I rapidly become unbalanced. Meaning, if Tenshi doesn't get back soon, you may get reunited with the old Youkai."
"What better incentive?" Yami muttered sarcastically, before awakening himself in the real world.
"Yami?" Bakura said as the pharaoh sat up. "Hai." Yami answered quickly. "Any progress?"
"Yes, in fact." Bakura said, smiling slightly. "Malik's been helping. Our knowledge of magic is getting so out of date, Pharaoh-sama." Yami nodded his agreement.
"Youkai's getting restless, by the way."
"Restless how? Restless as in impatient for us to figure out what to do, or restless as in he doesn't have Tenshi around right now?" Bakura asked with an innocent air.
"Probably both." Yami said.
"Well, I certainly know that you're the latter, only for Yugi." Bakura said, standing up from the chair he'd been sitting on.
Yami blinked. "What on earth do you mean?"
"Point One: I knew you very intimately a long time ago. I can read your emotions like a book. Point Two: I don't know what kind of dreams you had, but you'd better deal with yourself before you go downstairs to Ryou and Malik." Bakura smirked. Yami blushed deep red, and rushed off to 'deal with himself' as Bakura had advised.
Twenty minutes later, after a long, cold shower, Yami dressed himself in a clean outfit, dumping the previous one in the laundry. Not that it would get done, at least, not until Yugi woke up. Descending the stairs, still trying to towel his hair dry, he heard Bakura's voice. The tomb robber sounded angry though his was not shouting. Pausing in his attempt to dry his hair, he listened to what Bakura was saying with a grin.
"Listen up, kid, I'M the only one who does any stealing around here! Are you going to apologise, or am I going to have to get nasty?"
"I'm sorry..." That was Malik's voice.
"And in Pharaoh-tachi's house too... you have to be a good boy here, see?"
"Somehow, I expect that that doesn't really apply to you, does it?"
There were a few angry, embarrassed choking noises from Bakura.
"That's none of your concern!" he spat out finally. "Just don't you touch my Ryou again!"
Yami proceeded to the lounge where the others were, laughing silently. "Hey there, Malik!" He greeted the red-faced Egyptian a little too cheerily. Malik leaned over to whisper in Bakura's ear.
"You sure he hasn't got Yugi back yet? He's a bit too happy right now..."
"Quiet you!" Bakura smacked the boy upside the head.
"Yami..." Malik said politely. "Why do you have a towel wrapped around your hair?"
"Better to wear a turban than to let you see it before I've had a chance to fix it properly." Yami retorted easily.
"Why didn't you fix it before you came down then?"
Yami fixed him with a withering look. "This may be new to you, but Yugi's hairstyle isn't entirely natural. The colours are natural, even the way it sticks up is natural, but putting it into proper spikes takes a good hour-and-a-half." he said. "More for me, because if I didn't do my hair slightly different to Yugi's, you would hardly be able to tell the difference anymore."
"Yeah, Yugi is getting just like you," Malik commented. "Sex-crazed and all."
"I am NOT sex-crazed!" Yami said loudly, acting deeply offended.
"Whatever you say, Pharaoh. Ryou tells me stuff, you know. Stuff Yugi tells him about, oh, let's say, a particular highness-ness's inability to sleep?" Malik said with an evil grin.
Yami turned bright red. "Remind me to tell Yugi not to tell you anything ever again..." he said to Ryou.
"Well, are we going to get on with this stupid spell?" Ryou said quickly. Malik, still mentally celebrating the effect of his fun-poking, nodded. "Yeah, that's enough Pharaoh torture for one day." "Get talking, Malik." Yami said irritably, sitting down in an armchair.
"Right. Well, as Bakura described, we are looking at a spell within a spell. The basic magic for this is similar to the magic used to conceal things inside objects or people. The English have a spell based on this, for the concealment of a secret inside a person, known as the Fidelus Charm." Malik explained. "This means that all we have to do for the first stage is disspell the concealment spell. This will allow us to see the spell that is causing the damage. Once we have determined this, it will be a simple matter to disspell the remaining magic."
"This sounds way too easy." Yami commented. Malik half-blushed.
"Well, I don't know how to disspell this particular concealment spell. It's not an Egyptian one."
Yami thought for a moment. "Malik, Bakura, keep working on the spell. Ryou, look after Yugi for me."
"What are you going to do?" Ryou asked slowly.
"I'm going to try and find Kuroi." Yami answered.
"What?! Yami, let one of us come with you!" Bakura said. "What if you don't come back?"
"If I don't come back..." Yami said, standing up. "Then I want Yugi to be looked after. Chances are, if Kuroi manages to kill me, he'll wake up. If he doesn't, then you're to do everything in your power to wake him."
"Yami..." Ryou began, but Bakura stopped him.
"I'll respect your wishes, Pharaoh." he said. Malik looked at him, surprised, but remained silent.
"If you don't come back, what do you want me to say to Yugi?" Bakura continued solemnly.
"Tell him I'm sorry. Tell him I love him, and I'll be waiting for him." Yami said sadly. "But also tell him that I want him to lead a long, happy life. I wouldn't want to see him before his time." Bakura nodded.
"I'll be gone in an hour." Yami said, turning and leaving the room.
One hour later, Yami donned his blue jacket, and gave Yugi a quick farewell kiss on the forehead. "I love you," he whispered, as he left the room without glancing back.
"Good luck, Yami." Ryou called as the young pharaoh left the Game Shop. "May our paths cross again, Pharaoh!" Bakura added. Yami nodded sombrely, and set off into the darkness after sundown.