Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Warning: Character deaths, may contain disturbing themes. Rating may change.

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— A Few Small Repairs—

Devotion:

S-Something's happening to me!

I've known that for a while, sugar. Why are you so surprised?

Please… please, help me…

I can only watch, sugar.

What…?

All I can do is watch, until…

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Wind whipped harder outside, in following with the darker clouds forming. They circled around the sky as the earth moved beneath them, balling and running into one another as they continued to circle and grow. Grow and grow but never break, never open and let the rain fall. But as the leaves on the trees shook and shivered, patiently awaiting the rain soon to come, they were silent. And so was the world.

Yugi sat on the edge of the bed where he had been pushed not a moment ago by his companion. His lips were trembling as was the rest of his body as he looked onto the peach colored carpet. Its pure and creamy texture was untouched by stains as he'd never dropped anything. Vacuumed everyday. Only drank water in his room. The carpet was beautiful. But there was something staining it now.

An awful tool, rust covered every inch of the head and dried, invisible spots of blood on the handle, its black stripes going up and down on a yellow background. His eyes were clouded over with tears though they did not fall as he turned his head from the tool on the floor, starring at his companion who was in the corner, shaking and holding himself, his arms wrapped securely around his own torso as he screamed continuously.

He was hunched over, his forehead coming down to meet his knees, his face was red, tears continued to fall one after another in a pattern as he screamed at Yugi again and again when he felt nothing and saw the boy doing nothing but starring at him. He jerked his head up, his mouth contorted into a smirk and a frown as he shouted yet again, "Didn't you hear me? Do it, now, Yugi! You will not get another chance; I'll make sure of that! No…! Ah, please!"

He grasped his hair and fell onto the floor, chocking and coughing. He curled up into the corner and almost shrunk into the wall, shaking his head and whispering to himself, reprimanding himself, loving himself. A moment passed and time almost stood still. Not a word was spoken, and the only thing that could be heard was quiet sobbing from the corner.

"… Please…" Yugi gently stood up, letting the bed make a small bouncing noise from the relief of no more weight. He took a step and got no further as poisonous words stopped him.

"You're making a mistake. Don't come any closer, Yugi."

The shaking had stopped, Yugi noticed, this made him think twice. The shuddering, the crying had all stopped. The teen's back was still to the room and his blue uniform was wrinkled, he noticed also. There were so many things in that instant that he noticed about his longtime classmate and 'friend' and the confidant whom he never told anything to. So many things. For instance, he wore a ring on his right hand. And how shiny his hair was. And how thin he was… malnourished, even. So many things.

"Please. Can we talk…? I-I'm sorry if… if I've upset you, I just…" He took another step. But he didn't move, didn't speak. Yugi unknowingly stepped on the screwdriver; feeling it under his foot, he lifted his leg and his gaze flickered from the tool to its owner. To its owner who had seemingly stopped all functions. "Please." He repeated, waiting for a reaction.

A motion was made. He stretched out, balling his fists and stretching them towards, the door and keeping his legs tucked under himself. No sound was made as his pale hair slid down the side of his back and fell to the floor as he rolled over, hair being tucked behind him. His bangs hid his chocolate eyes, but Yugi felt his coffee orbs starring right into his amethyst. His hand held up his head as his other made small circles in the carpet, moving round and round in the same small oval, etching it with his fingernail.

His mouth was a thin line, fractured and smiling and frowning and smirking all at the same time as the line formed a small circle and closed again, opening and closing, moving in different directions, sometimes teeth would flash or a candy pink tongue.

Yugi watched his mouth, heard his words, didn't move, couldn't take his eyes away from this new person. These new mannerisms that were not those of his companion's, this new mindset, these new words.

"Yugi…" Those lips moved again, "Yugi, you couldn't do it, could you? You couldn't kill me? You didn't have to kill me, you know… you could've run… could've run for help and told everyone that a madman was in your house, threatening you… could've told them that Tea's madman had come to…"

A sharp intake of breath was all he could produce at that moment. Yugi's eyes widened and his lips trembled, his fists shaking as he took a step back. A whine that wasn't meant to be heard was spilled out of his throat, followed by a sob. He took another step back, "W-Why?"

The teen stood up, not wasting anytime in taking two steps foreword to the boy who was almost falling back onto the bed now, his whole body quivering in contrast to his body which was composed and moving stoically across the room.

"It's so easy to ask questions, isn't it, Yugi?" He spat, taking another step and watching with slight amusement as the boy fell backwards and scrambled onto the bed, trying to escape. He bent down slightly were Yugi once stood and picked something up, rising again and carelessly twirling the tool between his fingers. "It's so easy to be a victim, isn't it? At least that's what you believe… because you think you've never been a destroyer, don't you?"

He sobbed again, backing up until his head hit the headboard and his companion grinned, baring pearly, gorgeous fangs and crawled onto the baby blue sheets after the boy, the screwdriver firmly grasped in his right hand.

"Well, let me tell you something, Yugi. You all have been destroying me for years now. And it's about time you knew what you were doing to me all along. While you were laughing." He was right up on the boy now, leaning his face into Yugi's while he trembled underneath him, whimpering as he could feel his companion's hot breath on his face. He almost buried his face in the crook of the younger boy's neck as he whispered, "While you each took pleasure in each other's bodies… I suffered. We suffered. And because of that, Yugi, you will receive nothing… but a secret…"

His head jerked up, his crying silent but loud, his eyes wet and dry. He mouthed, "What…?"

"Do you want to know my secret, Yugi?" His hands wandered across the boy's chest, playfully teasing the hem of his shirt and dragging the screwdriver's head in a circle on the skin above his heart. He smiled and purred into his neck, "My… my secret is that… I'm not Ryou."

The clouds turned faster and faster, spinning for the world that was still beneath them, looking up in awe and wonder as the grey sky pulled together into one giant cloud, veiling the sky and cloaking it in darkness. As everything boiled just above the surface, a lone raindrop fell and hit the window pane of a house, on a street, in a town. Beautiful, sad, pretty, time goes on and blood spilled and slid down on the other side of that rain splattered window.

A door to a Game Shop opened on a street and a boy stumbled out of it, his shoes splashing in a puddle just outside of the building. He quietly shut the door behind him as he stepped off the porch and looked up to the sky as raindrops fell down onto his skin, seeping into him, sliding off of him, washing him from the place he had just come from. As he looked up, the rain noticed its drops were not the only sources of liquid on his face. They were accompanied by delicious, salty tears that leaked out from him.

"… What… what did I…"

Mmm… Oh, sugar, you have no idea how good that felt. Or… heh. Or maybe you do know how good it felt. Did you like it? Did it make you feel inside as it did me?

He starred out into the mist that was created by his lover's happiness and tenderness, whispering to himself as he walked out into it, his eyes blank and tears running down his cheeks to mix with the raindrops.

What's wrong? You seem so sad, sugar. And I thought this was what you wanted? It was, wasn't it?

"I-I never wanted to kill Yugi…" He whispered to himself as he continued through the rain, others giving him strange glances as they passed him by with their umbrellas and ponchos, going into their warm houses while he was barely clothed in proper attire and trudged around in the weather, his lips moving but no one around, "I never wanted to kill Yugi, he did nothing wrong, he… he wasn't like—"

Like who? The others? Tea, perhaps? Well, let me tell you something, sugar. He was in love with her, was he not? Oh, let me rephrase that. Those urchins don't know what 'love' is… He was in lust with her. And that makes him just as bad as her, do you not agree? And besides…You did this for the best. Why did you do it, sugar?

He sobbed, choking it back and took in a deep breath, looking up into the sky and relaxing, slightly, letting his shoulders drop, "To… cleanse the world… Make it pure. Taking the dirty ones away so…"

So?

"So we can be together…" He said through more rain. His tears had been consumed by the rain that had become a waterfall since he stepped out of that building and headed down the street. The roads were being washed of all debris, old newspapers, candy wrappers, cigarettes and, just as the roads were being cleaned, so was he. "It's been so long since I last saw you…" The whisper kept getting lower and lower until he only mouthed the words, "I didn't think you were coming back. I-I didn't think you were coming back to see all that I had done… for you…"

The thunder clapped above him and sounded throughout the entire neighborhood, throwing out the power on a few streets and letting it flicker on the others. He walked out of the street and into the grass on the side of the road where a park was. The uncut weeds were slippery and wet, coming up to his knees and drenching his pant legs, though his clothes were already as if he'd just gone swimming.

Feeling an urgency to feel his lover's touches again after so long an absence, he stopped in the middle of a patch of grass and immediately started taking off his shoes, followed by his socks. This was the first time in nearly two days they were able to feel each other again, see each other, hear each other, and though he'd gone so much longer without the one he loved, this time he was desperate. During this day and a half, so much had changed, so many things needed to be done, needed to be figured out that there was one thing he valued and wanted more than anything else.

Following the jacket was the shirt. Both were cast carelessly onto the grass by a growing oak tree, both articles of clothing receiving limited amounts of rainwater to wash the bloody stains away.

His hands moved down to his belt and then his zipper, taking it down slowly and soon casting those away as well. Oh, if only his father could see him now. Wherever he was, whether on another expedition or in a whorehouse, he hoped his father knew that he was happy. He was happy when and only when he could be intimate with his lover, in private or public, it made no difference to him. Though, late at night when those hands touched his back and sweat coated his body; late at night, he wished the whole world would know about their love. And know that he would kill for his lover.

Blue lightning flashed in the distance and an echoed of thunder accompanied it as the rain pounded harder and harder on the world below, on the boy below, in the grass arching into the rain as it continued to pour into him. Soft moans escaped his lips and an intense blush covered his cheeks as another bolt of lightning flashed and its color echoed on his pale flesh, his skin glowing a passionate blue. The rain fell relentlessly, vigorously, painfully and bruised his body as he arched up again, screaming.

.0.0.

As the rain continued to fall, beating on the ground intensely, Malik looked up to the sky from under the awning of the house. Ever since the other day, he'd felt something strange. But, of course, what happened the other day was strange. For as long as he'd lived in that neighborhood, no one was ever murdered. There was never anything like that in this sleepy little town where everyone was friendly, where everyone was sweet to one another.

But his friend never saw that. Malik knew how his friend's mind worked most of the time and all he ever saw of the world was an abomination. A disgusting, sickness that everyone had. No one was nice, from his friend's point of view. No one was sweet, no one was clean. To him, there was an incurable illness that everyone had and no one could cure. He wondered now if he had that illness. If his friend thought he was disgusting.

"… But… No, he doesn't… I-I'm like the only person he talks to… The only person he tells his true feelings to, he couldn't…" He looked away from the rain for a moment, fixing his eyes on the porch. He'd had enough of the rain for one day. It always made things look so dreary, so bleak when, in actuality, things weren't all that bad. He wished his friend could see that. His friend had an abnormal obsession with the rain, and though he loved his friend dearly, he had a right to say that the way he felt about this weather certainly was out of the ordinary.

He remembered one time when they were just sitting out in the park, talking around sunset. They were on swings, not really swinging but having fun and just enjoying each other's company. Sometime during their conversation, a raindrop fell on Malik's shoulder. He'd mentioned this to his friend and he'd looked up to the sky and whispered something and almost started crying.

Malik just didn't understand him sometimes though he always tried his hardest to accommodate him to the best of his abilities. And though he was a little odd and hated most of the world, Malik thought he was a magnificent person despite what some might call flaws.

But now there was this new thing.

This thing that his friend was acting so strangely about. Skipping school, and that screwdriver in his back pocket… He'd lied to himself all afternoon, telling himself that his friend couldn't have done what he thought he had. When he knew he had. And when he had run off, Malik hadn't been able to find him, though he tried. Going down street after street, calling his name. But after an hour, he decided that his friend would have to return home sometime. And so that's where Malik had gone to wait for him.

He jerked his head up, hearing a new sound other than the pounding of the rain. His eyes widened involuntarily as he saw his friend coming up the driveway with his clothes all bundled in his arms and his shoes, loosely on his feet. He looked up at Malik, his face pink and his breath ragged.

"H-Hello… Malik…" He smiled.

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…There's this new sensation I'm feeling…

What do you think it is?

I…I'm not sure just yet… It's something wonderful…

Do you sincerely believe that something so wonderful would come to you at a time like this, sugar?

I do. I sincerely do.

Then there's something I've been meaning to tell you…