Fuyish: Ellos! Grimm won't be joining us any more, because I booted him out and I believe you want to get to the story soon as possible. As a sorry for being so damned late, I did Yaoi for you guys. Yes, there's yaoi in this chapter and there probibaly will be for all of the up coming chapters too. Maybe. I'm working on the forth chapter right now, but, I've been food deprived, sleep depived and need a break, soooo I'll finish it later. I woke up at 3 AM to write this and get all of your e-mails from the reviewers that I could get emails from, soooo no complaints folks!

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To the story info…

I forgot to say what Yami was wearing before, sry! He's wearing black leather pants, black army boots with gold clasps on the side, a tight leather shirt, and of course, he's gotta have his spikes, the black leather armbands and wristlets (the ones with the spikes), andddddd He has an gold ear piecing on the upper right one. There you go, sry I skipped that before.

Unforgettable

Yami took off after the other, more determined to get to the teen more than ever. The blood began to dry, becoming sickly sticky. A frown spread across his face as he let his fingers trace the hand in which they were connected to. He blinked, the wind watering his eyes and creasing his body, cooling it slightly from the heat. 'What the hell's going on?' He heard a cry ahead by the upcoming ditch out of the school grounds and growled silently in frustration, 'I do not like how this is playing out.'

Never get Yami angry, everyone in the school knew by now and didn't dare coming near him, it was the same at his old school. He transferred himself, no one knew why, and no one knew anything about him.

He was cold and scowled at those around, glaring at anyone who dared to approach him. He'd been kind to the boy, but he had been different, he didn't try to speak to him and didn't stare. Curiosity had also drawn him, why did he not try, why did he look like he could've been his younger brother and what was his name?

'He should be glad I didn't treat him the same,' He growled once more, 'Anyone would've, but then again…', his eyes softened a bit, 'He's not like them.'

Only one cry had sounded, that disturbed him more than if they had continued, 'Maybe he ditched,' he tossed that thought out soon as it had come into his mind, 'No, he wouldn't ditch, he's not the type….' Another thoughtpopped up, making him smirk devilishly, 'But, I can change that.'

The need to get to the other grew and as he came to the ditch, his eyes widened slightly. The ditch was about 12 feet deep and very narrow, to the point where you could not see down below, but you could still slide down into the dark. The sound of water reached Yami's sensitive ears, 'Interesting,' Carefully he flattened his lithe body against the ledge, clutching to the rim and hanging for a few seconds before releasing his grip and crashing down into the water below. 'Shit,' It was freezing. It encircled him, the water worse, but never shivered or flinched, he barely reacted to anything, except his look alike. It was barely lit due to the small opening which made it more difficult, 'Akleast the water is clear.'

In the dark the water seemed like a silverfish glass, running softly passes, near him, a few more feet away ((the ditch is wider below XD Mini cave practically)) was a rise in the rock, leaving a little dank ledge. Shivering up on it was the other teen, curled up right in a ball; his eyes squeezed shut as he clutched his numb arm. He couldn't feel it anymore. The presence of the other made him shake in terror, he'd been caught.

The elder of the two noticed his condition as he quickly scanned the other before pulling himself out of the water, noticing how the other's hair now hanged to his shoulders now the he was wet, making him look more feminine.

Yami smirked again, his eyes sparkling with delight, finally catching his prey. Striding over, he swiftly grabbed the other, pulling him into him lap so he faced away from him and sat down cross legged. The teen began to shake more, causing the other to frown. Before he could react, Yami leaned down quickly, licking his neck. While the other squeaked and uncurled to try to dash away, he encircled his waist with his arms and brought him back down, whispering into his ear,

"Now, you never told me what your name was little one." The teen shook and tried to scramble away from his iron grip, Yami seemed unfazed, lazily examining the other's arm, which had been wholly revealed in the struggle as the jackets arm had slipped down to the point half of it was on, the other half not.

"Stop struggling, you're not helping yourself or your arm," Other complied, hanging his head in defeat and tears streaming down his face, " What is your name," He said it as softly as he could, trying not to scare the frightened teen more,

"Y-Y-y-yu-yugi." Yami decided it was time to turn the other around to face him, wanting to see his eyes, 'Game,' His eyes gleamed mischievously, 'I think i'll enjoy this game.'

He put a finger under Yugi's chin, lifting his chin up, the other gave no resistance, "Now shush, I'm not going to hurt you, I need to see your arm," He lifted his bloodied palm, "This will hardly pass as ok." Violet eyes snapped from the other's palm to his eyes, Yami's smirk grew, finally satisfied by the fact his obsession had made eye contact, it turned quickly into a frown. The eyes were broken, filled with pain and fright, anger filled him. Yugi must have seen it because he immediately twisted around and struggled to get out of his grasp again.

Annoyed, the crimson eyed teen kept one arm wrapped around the other's waist and spun him around while twisting his own neck around to reach him, crushing his lips against the petal soft ones of other's. The violet eyed one stiffened as his eyes widened, Yami licking his bottom lip, making the other gasp and allow him to slip his tongue in and explore, feeling around. The younger moaned, closing his eyes and relaxed a bit, enough to allow Yami to finish turning him around and sit him so his legs were on either side of his lap while facing him, making the taller of the two deepen the kiss further as he crushed the other against him, before braking it, both panting and eyes locked.

"Now, stop struggling," He touched his forehead against Yugi's, eyes still locked on the his, "Who did this to you." He ground it out, his eye narrowing and becoming a dark blood red, reaching up and creasing his right cheek with his finger as he spoke. The other was still hesitant and scared, but couldn't force himself to run, not wanting to leave the other's secure grip. He lowered his eyes,

"Yugi," Yami lifted his chin up again, "Who did this to you?" He didn't answer, bowing his head, causing Yami to sigh and place his chin atop the others head and tighten his grip a bit, Yugi keeping his hands on the other's forearms. Yami gave a grin, "It's just a hug little one, a hug isn't going to kill you." The other, after a moments hesitation, wrapped his arms around his neck, leaning his head down on the others shoulder. Yami did the same, but keeping his arms where they were, nuzzling the other affectionately. 'Yes, I do like this game,' this thought amused him, it had been a long time since he had enjoyed any kind of game, "Now chibi-ichi ((Did I spell that right?))," He pulled away, making the teen confused, "I need to see that arm." He nodded slightly, still wary. "Good," Carefully Yami lifted his obsession's arm so not to hurt him, and studied each cut, mumbling to himself, "Butterfly knife, slashes, long range, quick. Urisho."

Yugi jumped at the name, hissing as he jarred his injured arm, "I take it I'm right," the elder raised an eyebrow at the other's reaction. Yugi jerked his head to the side not wanting to face him. Not knowing what to say, Yami turned the head back, lightly kissing the shorter of the two, "It's alright," He grinned reassuringly, "Let's go." He swung him up into bridle style, picking up Yugi's jacket that had feel, using on arm to wrap it around the bloodied arm and stepping into the water.

He looked down into questioning violet eyes, "I don't have a first aid kit with me little one, and you do want to get your book bag, don't you?" He nodded, "Good, because we're not coming back."

"W-Wh-at?" They were in the middle of the ditch now, "We're going to my ride in the parking lot, I have a first aid kit there and I know you wouldn't want to go to the nurse. And we've missed lunch, you're too light." Mentally he cheered after hearing the hesitant one speak again, he like that soft angelic voice, 'I wonder if he can sing?'

After an hour of getting out of the ditch and getting their book bags, they made their way out into the parking lot. Yami carrying both backpacks over his left shoulder idly and Yugi trailing behind him closely, cautiously searching for others, causing Yami to chuckle in amusement, looking over, "There's no one here, and if there was, there would be nothing they could do." The other nodded and looked infront of them to where they were going, giving a squeak in surprise, a pure black, sleek motor cycle sat to parking spaces away, the metal parts a golden tint, giving it a aura of wildness, "Never ridden a motorcycle?" Yugi shook his head frantically while, un-known to him, Yami came towards him on the side, wrapping his arms around his petite waist, and pulled him close, whispering seductively into him ear, "Don't worry, It doesn't bite."

The other gulped, looking back at their ride with a blush, the elder chuckled, "You know Yugi, you're cute when you blush," It turned five shades redder, causing him to laugh quietly, "Let's go. We need to take care of your arm."

It seemed surreal to Yugi, he'd just met him and he already was beginning to trust him and they had kissed! Twice! And yet, it seemed so right, though something's still bothered him, why did he feel as if Yami had buried something deep within him the had hurt him, why did Yami have a first aid kit on his motorcycle, why was he being so nice to him, was it just another prank, but something told him it wasn't, and what was he going to do about the food! He barely ate!

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the feeling of his body being swooped up and placed on a smooth hard surface, "What? Huh?"

"We're going little one," Yugi cocked his head quizidly,

"But, what about my arm?" The other chuckled,

"While you were in your daze I fixed it," He pointed at his bandaged arm, Yugi's mouth forming an 'o'. Yami leaned closer to the other you was only a foot shorter ((I'm changing it so Yugi is 4'9 and Yami 5'0)) and placed his hands on his obsessions hips, whispering huskily in his ear, "You know, that the most I've ever heard you speak. I love your voice, you shouldn't keep it locked away." He gave him a kiss on the neck after removing the neck buckle covering it, sucking and nibbling slightly on the spot, and slipped his hands below the pants line, massaging his hips, making the other moan in pleasure and close his eyes, before he himself slipped onto the motorcycle backwards infront of Yugi to face him and to gain more access to the other's body. He pulled him closer and slipped Yugi into his lap so their hips were grinding, Yugi burying his hands into Yami's hair, tilting his head to give Yami more access to the sensitive skin, emitting another moan.

Yami pulled back, Yugi cracking his eyes open before closing them again as the other kissed him, licking his bottom lip for entrance, opening his mouth and letting the wet digit enter, hesitantly creasing it with his own. Yami gave a moan as they began to dueled for dominance, Yami winning. Both pulled back for the much needed air, a hickey already forming from where the spot Yami had been sucking on, both eyes looked and darkened by lust and fully aroused,

"I think, little one, we should be going," He gave the other a quick kiss before turning around, "And I think we both need to fix out hair." Yugi giggled, covering his mouth slightly to muffle it, see how disarrayed the other hair was before feeling his own which had dried a bit. "Now isn't that better, we'll stop by my place and yous to get some dry clothes before we go get lunch," Yami gave and honest smile, "Hold onto me, don't want you to fall off now." They both laughed at this as they sped off, Yugi forgetting his fears.

Fuyish: R&R plz! This is my first time writing Yaoi, so tell me what you think about it on a rating 1 to 10. Also review the rest of the story plz XD Yaoi is important, but so is the writing. Thanx!