Kat1132
I know. -.- I don't like Yami, so he's like that. /grins/ Here's a spoiler-that-I-don't-really-think-counts-as-a-spoiler: he goes stupid again in the spur of a certain moment and…/blank spot/ In a weird kind of way, ne? That's awesome. /chants/ Weirdness! WEIRDness! WEIRDNESS! Thanks for the review! Here's the chappie!
Sirithiliel
Oooh! Thanks a lot! Baku-chan rocks, doesn't he? Heh… /grins and runs from Bakura, who is chasing with a dagger/ I guess he doesn't like the name…
DreamCherry66
Romance? You really think so? 'Cause I'm not really putting any quixotic pairings in here. Drama, eh? I'll think about it. Whoa…that's creepy. O-O Like you're some sort of psychic or something… /goggles/ Yeah, so do I. If I really like 'em! But if the title's long, or complicated, I just bookmark 'em. /giggles/ Thanks for the review! Here's da chappie!
Slave Of Darkness
Yeah, Bakura/Yuugi is just too cute to resist. /has a rant on profile why/ o-O I am strange… Anywhais— thanks for the story. I'll check out Alone. I've finished it and added it to my favorites. Ahem… Well actually, I made it so Ryou was agreeing with rest of the gang (save Malik). He agreed with the gang's thoughts by thinking Yuugi had both Yami and Bakura, while in reality, Yami was ignoring Yuugi and Bakura and Marik were the only one who was there for him. He didn't realize he and the rest of them were ignoring Yuugi, but he learns it in this chapter. Don't worry. I don't make hikaris jerks. Just Yami. /glares at Yami/
(: "Malik speaking on the phone." :)
(- "Yami speaking on the phone. -)
(+ "Ryou speaking on the phone." +)
Warning: strong-ish language and hints of shounen-ai that will not be elaborated on (random staring, sudden feelings: very, very low). Oh Ra…I can't believe I'm writing this chapter… /faints/ Forgive me if you oppose shounen-ai. Don't worry- it's just this chapter.
/ - With Ryou - /
"So what were you guys talking about before I came?" Ryou asked.
(: "Well, Pharaoh no baka-" :)
Yami growled through the line.
(: "-believed Yuugi was blackmailed by Marik and Bakura into being their friend." :)
There was a snort of laughter. Ryou wasn't sure who it was. (Gee- guess who it was. /cough/ Yuugi /uncough/ Shhh- don't tell them!)
(: "He thought they attacked Yuugi when he refused to be friends with them, then Yuugi gave in, and that's why they're all friends. But Yami wasn't given the title Pharaoh no baka for nothing. That was obviously wrong. I've converted him and he's got the right story now. :)
"Oh really?" Ryou raised an eyebrow. He didn't know. Yami's story sounded pretty plausible. "What's the real story?"
Yami huffed. (- "It seems Yuugi chose to befriend Marik and Bakura." -)
"What? Malik, that's preposterous."
(: "Nuh-uh, Ryou. Tell me, remember the last three months?" :)
"Yes."
(: "Remember how we went out every single say in the last three months:)
"Yes."
(- "Where is this going?" -) Yami asked.
(: "Just let him answer the question," :) Malik snapped.
"Uh…you, me, Yami, Honda, Jou, and Anzu."
(: "Right. And where was Yuugi:)
(- "Yuugi wasn't there," -) Yami pointed out.
It clicked.
" (- "Yuugi wasn't there," -) " both Ryou and Yami said in simultaneous sync. Their voices held realization.
(: "Exactly," :) Malik said. (: "I rest my case." :)
"So what you're saying is that Yuugi, tired of being ignored by us for three months, befriended Maik and Bakura?"
(: "Bingo." :)
Ryou, although this was a bad situation, felt his stomach unknot. So Yuugi was getting his just desserts. He took Ryou's yami, so Ryou- and everyone else- took his. The jealousy inside faded away, replaced with sympathy. "We did this to him."
(- "I know," -) came Yami's grave voice. (- "Which is why I called you. I wanted to-" -)
Click.
(- "Malik? Ryou?" -)
"I'm still here."
(: "Me, too." :)
But there was no mistaking the sound of a phone being put down.
/ - With Yuugi - /
The conversation was getting boring. So the three finally realized Yuugi's problem. Big deal. Yuugi knew that already. He quietly put the phone back onto its receiver.
Yuugi was about to tiptoe down the stairs when Yami's voice wavered up to him. "Yuugi?" the darkness called out cautiously. Footsteps stomped up the steps. "Yuugi?" he called out again. "Are you up there?"
Yuugi stood at the foot of his bed frozen, like a deer in the headlights. He thought fast. A quick escape…a quick escape… The window! Yuugi rushed to the window ledge and quietly slid it open. For once of the few times in his life, Yuugi was grateful to be short. He slipped of the window with no trouble and expertly slid down the gutter pipe.
Yuugi dropped to the ground and ran. He had no specific destonation in particular; he just ran.
/ - With Yami - /
Yami stomped up the stairs after calling Yuugi's name twice. Had he really been listening? Impossible. Yuugi had stormed out of the house after yelling at Yami. Then who was listening on an extending line? Malik had checked with Isis and Rishid, and Ryou confirmed that no one was home with him. It was just Yami left.
Yuugi's door stood ajar. Yami knew Yuugi had a phone in there.
The darkness warily pushed the door open, almost expecting Yuugi himself to jump out and attack him. Nothing; nothing was out of place. Sure, the window was open, but Yami highly doubted Yuugi would jump out a window to escape from him. (Stupid Yami… /growls/ NEVER underestimate Yuugi!)
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No one had been on a fourth line. The three had come to a conclusion that they had imagined it all. The subject at hand was brought back as Yami grabbed the phone again.
"Ahem. As I was saying before… Ryou, I want to know how to get Yuugi back from Marik and Bakura."
(+ "Wait…isn't he happy with them? Why do you want to get Yuugi back?" +)
(: "You're right. Well then, Yami wants to know how to get Yuugi's forgiveness." :)
"Hey, you don't speak for me." He cleared his throat. "So, Ryou…how do I regain Yuugi's forgiveness?"
Yami could almost hear Malik anime fall as Ryou thought.
(+ "I've got it! You just…" +)
/ - With Yuugi : Monday Morning, School - /
"Ishtar-san! What do you think you're doing?" the teacher screeched, slamming her hand down onto Marik's books.
"What does it look like I'm doing, Okin-sensei? Paying attention and quietly taking notes?"
In front of Marik, Bakura gave a loud, disruptive snort of laughter.
"It looks like you're writing notes to…" Okin grabbed the paper on Maik's desk and held it up to her face, eye scrunched up in an attempt to read Marik's illegible handwriting. "Baku-Baku-chan and Yuu-chan…?"
the entire class erupted in fits of laughter. Yuugi turned from his seat all the way in the front of the room at Marik from behind Okin's back. The laughter made perfect sense. Marik was viewed as one of the school's sadists (along with Yuugi (a newbie) and Bakura). It was certainly something to see him using names like 'Baku-Baku-chan' and 'Yuu-chan.'
'What'd he write?' Yuugi mouthed to Bakura.
Bakura relayed the message to Marik and turned back to Yuugi. 'Damn, this class's a bitch, ne?'
Yuugi sniggered loudly. He would have wanted to read that.
"Motou-san? Is there something funny about Ishtar-san getting a detention?"
Yuugi faked a thinking expression, tilting his head to the side and positioning his index finger to his bottom lip. "Uh…lemme think…other than him getting a detention…no."
"Detention, Motou-san. Laugh at that, won't you?" She turned around, quickly tucking Marik's note into the breast pocket of her jacket, walked back up to the board, and continued to lesson.
Yuugi scowled at her retreating back. He pulled both hands to his cheekbones, jiggled his fingers, and waggled his tongue at her.
Bakura laughed out loud, causing the entire class to swivel their heads in his direction.
Yuugi lowered his hands when Okin turned back around. He understood why Bakura laughed. He must have looked pretty stupid.
"Ryou-san, is there something funny about hermaphrodites and their body parts?" Yuugi looked up and saw Okin up at the board with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently.
Yuugi could tell Bakura was about to readily state reasons how hermaphrodites and their body parts were so funny. Unfortunately, so did Okin. "Don't answer that question," she interrupted abruptly. "Detention. Now if I may, I have a class to teach." She huffed and turned back to the board.
Yuugi turned in time to see Marik give both him and Bakura a thumb up. He didn't see the three pairs of fuchsia, chocolate-brown, and crimson eyes follow his every movement.
/ - With Yami - /
It was just before English class for the sophomores. Yami and the rest of the gang were in their usual seats, all right in the middle of the room.
"Okay, Yams, d'you got da plan up in yer head?"
"Yes."
"But Yami." Anzu sounded worried. "What about your permanent record? A detention in there can never be removed."
"He'll just have to bear it. One detention never hurt anybody," Honda reasoned.
The bell rang.
"Shh," Ryou said, lifting a hand up to his lips. "Sensei's coming."
"Okay, Yami," Malik said, clapping a hand onto Yami's shoulder, "Operation Get-Back-Yuugi's-Forgiveness is go."
"Okay class, today we will be talking about subjective compliments and their roles in sentences."
Yami groaned loudly. On cue, Malik, Jou, and Honda all sniggered. "Why must I learn this…useless…stuff…?" Oh great, Yami, you really screwed that one up… he thought to himself. The plan was to swear. He sighed inwardly and lounged in his chair. He would have to do this the long, hard way.
"You need an education, Motou-san. Now please do not interrupt my lesson again." He turned back to the board.
Yami gathered up all the courage he had. "A-a pharaoh doesn't need an education. I'm the most learned and w-wisest pharaoh in the entire world. I-if I had my guards at my side right now, I-I'd have you're head…cut off."
"Oh, SINGE!" Jou yelled out.
"It's 'burn,' you dolt," Ryou whispered, nudging Jou in the side.
The teacher arched an eyebrow. "You will cut my head off…? Right…"
Yami growled. The teacher sure didn't expect this from him and thought he was joking. Yami was the perfect model student. He needed to take this up a notch.
"Ra be-damned peasant!" Yami roared, standing up.
Everyone's eyes were on him now. Ryou, Malik, Jou, Honda, and Anzu's eyes were wide, making Yami inwardly cringe. This wasn't part of the plan, but he just had to improvise. But Marik, Bakura, and Yuugi's eyes were filled with scorn. The expressions on their faces clearly read out 'wanna-be'.
"Motou-san!" the teacher yelled. "Language in my classroom. Detention! Now sit down, or it's to the principal's office with you."
Yami sat down with satisfaction. The plan had worked. Oh- the plan. You want an elaboration of it? Well, Ryou initially thought of the plan. Ryou pointed out the fact that Yuugi was pulled towards Marik and Bakura by their bad-streak and rebellious attitudes. So, it was only logical that if Yami acted like them, he would eventually regain Yuugi's friendship and forgiveness. The plan was for Yami to get a detention with Yuugi, then show him how Bakura-and-Marik-y he was. So far, the plan was going on fine.
/ - With Bakura : Later That Day, Detention - /
"Ryou-san, Ishtar-san, Motou-san?" Ame said wearily. "And here I was thinking a new week would bring about changes…"
Bakura bared his fangs at Ame in a strained smile. "Well, if we weren't always here, then we wouldn't have the pleasure of seeing you." Bakura gagged inside at that comment. Oh what he would do to get out of detention…
Ame blushed and giggled, giving Bakura the oddest urge to strangle the poor girl. He hated her guts as much as he hated Anzu, but he knew how to flatter the nineteen-year-old teacher's assistant. Ignoring Yuugi and Marik's usual gagging and choking noises, and swallowing his own, he perched himself onto Ame's desk and drew his face to hers until they were barely five inches apart.
Ame turned beet-red. She giggled weakly and leaned back in her seat, trying to put more space between herself and Bakura's face. "Y-you may g-go," she stuttered.
This was Marik's cue. He stepped forward, concealing his gagging, and grinned toothily at Ame. "Are you sure? We're supposed to be in detention," he said 'innocently.'
"It's all right. I'll just mark you guys as present. They'll never know." Ame winked in what she thought was a cute way more at Bakura than at Marik or Yuugi, and shooed them back to the door.
Bakura slid off her desk and whipped hair from his face. "Okay!" he exclaimed cutely. (O-O;; Yeah, by cutely, I mean I'm making him all…childish and Ryou-y sounding) "Thanks, Ame-san!"
Ame batted her lashes. "You can call me Ame-koi…" she murmured.
Ra-damned girl, Bakura thought. I think I'm going to be sick… He again had the strange urge to strangle the assistant. This time, he didn't think he would ignore it…
Yuugi and Marik must have seen the signs.
"Ame-san," Yuugi piped up loudly, "Bakura, and Marik, and I have to help out at my ojii-san's shop. He's terribly old, and weak from his last surgery."
Marik looked down at Yuugi with confusion written all over his face. "Yuugi- your ojii-san's pushing up daisies-"
Yuugi stomped on Marik's foot to shut him up. Bakura chuckled inaudibly at the look on Marik's face.
Ame didn't seem to hear Marik's comment and faced Yuugi sympathetically. "I'm so sorry, Yuugi. Go ahead and help your ojii-san. I'll mark you all as present as I said before."
"Domo arigatou," Yuugi replied, grabbing the back of both Bakura and Marik's jackets and hauling them out of the detention room.
Once they reached the outside hallway, Bakura burst out laughing. "'He's terribly old, and weak from his last surgery,'" he mimicked.
"Well it wouldn't have sounded so silly if Marik hadn't started explaining his death."
"Heh…heh…" Marik stammered.
Bakura chuckled. "C'mon, let's get out here. I didn't just whore myself up for a desperate teacher's aid to stand out here in the halls." I should really stop doing that, he thought. She might really begin to think I'm in love with her…
Marik led the trio down the hall. When they all rounded a corner, Marik bumped into a short, crimson-eyed, tricolor-haired sophomore.
"Watch where you're going, Pharaoh," Marik snarled.
Yami glared crimson daggers at Marik. "I think you're the one who bumped into me, Marik," he retorted.
"Oh shut up, Pharaoh. By the way, what was with the whole outburst at English class?" Bakura asked.
"I know, huh?" Marik said, chuckling. "I'm the Pharaoh! I don't need an education! Off with your head!"
Bakura and Yuugi laughed at the impression while Yami purpled.
While Yami began to mutter colorfully in Egyptian, only to be responded to by Marik, Bakura leaned over to mutter in Yuugi's ear. "You should go behind that fountain or something, so the Pharaoh won't see you."
Yuugi shrugged. "I would, but somehow, he found out. So now I can just stand here and watch Yami…squirm… O-O."
Bakura looked up and sweatdropped. Somehow, the vocal spar between Marik and Yami had turned physical. Yami was in a headlock, and Marik was laughing maniacally.
"You'd better let go of the dear pharaoh. He has a detention to serve." Bakura gave Yami a steely grin.
Marik dropped the tricolor-haired dark and smirkedsmugly, crossing his arms in triumph.
Yami haughtily pulled himself onto his feet and glared at Marik and Bakura. "I'll see you there."
"Oh ho, ho…no." We have…special permission to excuse ourselves."
"For ojii-san," Yuugi stated, closing his eyes and pulling his hand over his heart. The serene expression quickly dissolved when he burst out laughing.
/ - With Yami - /
Yami was furious. Marik and Bakura had made a giant fool of him right in front of his hikari. And they had somehow gotten themselves out of detention. Now the plan was completely useless, Yami's permanent record was tarnished, and he had to serve a detention.
Yami refused to show the anger as he brushed past Marik and Bakura. He stopped at Yuugi and stared at him. Yuugi had changed in the last three months, and the dark had never noticed. He wore a baggy, dark, navy blue school sweatshirt and loose regular blue school pants. Yami noted Yuugi didn't wear the Millennium Puzzle, instead hanging around his neck a silver fang, flicked with blots of red and gold, hanging from a shiny, black chain.
"Like what you see?" Marik whispered into Yami's ear.
Yami jumped and realized he had been staring. He looked up and saw Yuugi staring at him with an arched eyebrow. "Um…nice necklace…" Behind him, Yami could hear Marik and Bakura laughing at him.
"Don't you have a detention to serve, Pharaoh?" Yuugi asked lazily.
"Yuugi…can I speak with you for a moment? …Alone?"
Yuugi's eyes studied him up and down for about a minute. His gaze wavered past Yami to Marik and Bakura. Then finally, he nodded. "Hurry it up, we have places to be."
Yami followed Yuugi around a corner and they were all alone in the hallway.
Yuugi leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "Well? What did you want to say?"
Yami stood in front of him. "Aibou-"
"Don't call me that," Yuugi snapped curtly. "I stopped being your aibou three months ago."
Yami swallowed. His hikari had gotten…scarier. "Yuugi…I'm sorry." He looked up hopefully, expecting Yuugi's forgiveness.
Instead, the shorter light scoffed. "Is that all you have to say?" he inquired, his voice cold. He uncrossed his arms and made a movement to get off the wall and walk away, but Yami held him back.
Yuugi stared up at Yami callously, amethyst eyes hard and forbidding. Yami blushed inwardly. They were in a slightly…suggestive position. Yuugi was still leaned up against the wall, his arms limply to his sides. Yami had both his hands plastered to the wall, on either side of his head, so that their faces were a little less than a foot apart.
"Put your arms down, Pharaoh," Yuugi said, his voice holding frigid with authority.
"Not before you hear me out, Yuugi." Yami stared straight into Yuugi's eyes. Without waiting for Yuugi to accept/reject his words, he spoke. "Yuugi, I am truly sorry for ignoring you. It has been 5 millenniums since I had been free to do whatever I had ever wanted to do. In the spur of the moment, I was so caught up in living this new, modern life, I somehow forgot about you. I kick myself for doing that. How could I have done that, I ask myself now. You gave me life, and I am truly grateful for everything you've done for me when I was still anchored to the Puzzle. You are my hikari, and my aibou. I know you are avoiding me, because it is what I did to you, but I just hope you will forgive me, for if I had to live a life with you ignoring me, it would not be a life at all. Please, Yuugi…forgive me?"
Yuugi's eyes were blank and unreadable.
Yami's mind raced. Would Yuugi forgive him? He had really meant what he said. If Yuugi forgave him, he would never take his aibou for granted every again. Please, Yuugi, Yami prayed. Please forgive me.
Golden banged shadowed Yuugi's eyes as he looked down at the ground. This was it. Yuugi was going to forgive him and they would live happily ever after.
Yami stared down at Yuugi's crown of black and red hair. His heart skipped a beat. (Oh Ra! I can't believe I'm writing this mush…/gags/) He had never realized how adorable his tenshi was. Wait… Adorable? His tenshi? Sure, Yuugi's looks had always screamed 'kawaii!', but where had those feelings come from? They had never been there before.
Nuh-uh, a little voice in the back of Yami's head reasoned. They had been there since that duel with Raphael.
Yami couldn't argue.
He looked back down at Yuugi. His aibou looked so cute and innocent…and vulnerable… One kiss wouldn't hurt, would it? His aibou was going to forgive him anyway, wasn't he?
Yami bent his elbows so that he could close the foot-long gap between he and his hikari. He stopped an inch away from Yuugi's face, heart racing to the point of explosion.
Yuugi lifted his face and gasped.
Yami swallowed. Didn't Yuugi want this? (Hell no, you 'tard! Oh Ra…why am I still writing this…?)
"Yami…" Yuugi said softly, filling the inch-long gap so that their noses grazed for a moment.
"Yes, Yuugi?" Yami asked, closing his eyes and swooping in for the prey. (Whoa…Discovery Channel moment…)
…
Yami gasped and snapped his eyes open. He stumbled back from Yuugi and staggered against the opposite wall. Yuugi had kneed him. Kneed him. Kneed him…where the sun don't shine.
Yuugi pulled himself up off the wall and straightened up. "Sorry, Pharaoh dear," he said silkily. "But bastards don't get my forgiveness." He pulled the hem of his baggy sweatshirt down and walked back around the corner, out of sight.
Yami leaned against the wall, breathing deeply as the pain slowly began to fade. Yuugi hadn't forgiven him. And he had made an entire ass of himself…
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Killah: Vwa-la! Third chapter's done!
Yami: YOU MADE MY AIBOU KNEE ME IN THE… /blushes/ Y'know…
Yuugi: Heh… /grin/ I liked this chapter…
Yami: AND YOU'VE CORRUPTED MY AIBOU!
Bakura and Marik: No, that was us.
Killah: I'll let you three talk this out alone. /grins/
Yami and Yuugi will not get together. There will be no pairings and no coupling at all. Sorry, chaps, but no shounen-ai, just subtle hints (if you can call it that…). This chapter was…hard and weird for me. Sorry if you got all offended, or something. /face blanches/
3,322 words. Again with the notebook-y-ness… /sigh/ Longest chapter yet!
Review! I'm still looking for genres. If you disagree with what genre I have now, just drop me a review with a suggestion of what you're looking for.