Stolen Innocence

Summary: A vicious attack leaves Yugi broken, but Yami's determined to pick up the pieces. Yaoi
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh
Pairings: Mainly Yami/Yugi, some side-pairings
Warnings: Yaoi, non-con, bad language
Disclaimer: Don't own shit - poor me. Except Hiroko, Yoji and Kaori…they're all mine, and I'll kill anyone who tries to steal them. I own Tenchi too, but you're welcome to him. He's an asshole
Author's Note: I may have to up the rating to an M at some point – if all goes to plan, there will be gratuitous violence and a possible lemon ahead. Also, I may start having difficulty in updating soon. I'm back at school now, and they're giving us so damn much homework! :sobs:

Yugi felt extremely strange when he woke up the next day, and it took him a moment to pin down the change. For the first time since…what happened…he felt completely safe. He opened his eyes and saw familiar tri-coloured spikes. Yami, looking suspiciously innocent in his unconscious state, still had his arms wrapped protectively around his hikari even in sleep. Although he flinched away from all other human contact, Yugi did not feel even slightly uncomfortable at the pharaoh's touch.

Yami stirred a little, slowly opening those brilliantly crimson eyes. He looked at Yugi and gave the slightly dazed smile of someone unable to believe their luck.

"Good morning, aibou. Feeling any better?"
"Well…yes actually," Yugi replied, sounding rather surprised about the fact.
"Good."
"Yami, I…" Yugi frowned; "Did you mean what you said last night?"
Yami looked completely blank for a moment – clearly it was too early in the morning for him to be functioning properly. Then understanding dawned; "Of course – every word."
"Good," Yugi said enigmatically. Apparently satisfied, he went back to sleep, leaving a tired and confused Yami wondering what the hell had just happened.

XxXxXxX

It was around late morning or early afternoon that Yami finally convinced himself it was a good idea to get out of bed. Yawning hugely, he eventually made his way to the kitchen. It was only with the aid of a possibly lethal dose of coffee that he managed to get his mind to produce anything even vaguely resembling coherent thought.

Yami winced a little at the bright sunlight streaming in through the kitchen window. He hated mornings.

The letterbox rattled, and a brown manila envelope dropped onto the floor. He looked suspiciously at it. Surely all the mail should have been delivered hours ago. He wandered over – coffee in hand – and picked it up. There was no address, just his name scrawled across the front in vaguely familiar handwriting.

"What's that?" Yugi asked, looking down at him from the top of the stairs.
"Hmm…let's see," Yami said as he opened the envelope. Inside was a file, and a handwritten note. He leafed through the file first; inside was a detailed dossier – address, medical history, date of birth, everything – on someone named Kojiro Shotaro. Laying the file aside, Yami lifted out the note:

Yami,

DNA testing is a wonderful thing, isn't it? This is your man. I have to have a copy of this file on the Police Chief's desk by tomorrow morning - so if you're making your move, it'll have to be tonight. I'll be hoping to hear about lots of blood by this time tomorrow, and I'll do all I can to make sure your name stays out of it.

Good luck,
Hiroko

Yami stared at the note for a long moment, an evil grin slowly spreading across his face. Yugi jumped as the former pharaoh let out a whoop of malicious glee, punching the air in triumph (And spilling a great deal of his coffee in the process, but that was the least of his concerns). Yami gave his bewildered hikari a sunny smile as he passed him on the way up the stairs. He felt happier than he had for a long time. He glanced at the note again – he owed Hiroko big time.

I'll be hoping to hear about lots of blood by this time tomorrow…

Well, that was the least he could do. There would be blood. Lots of blood.

XxXxXxX

"Are you sure you'll be okay on your own?"
"For the thousandth time, yes, Yami," Yugi replied patiently. Having had the plan explained to him, the usually peaceful hikari was completely in favour; "Besides, Ryou's supposed to be coming over – I won't be alone for long."
"Fine. I'll be back by morning." He brushed a light kiss over his aibou's cheek and walked out into the deepening night.

Yami absently checked his pockets as he walked purposefully through the streets. He had extorted a rather nice selection of painful-looking pointy things from Bakura, accompanied by a mutter of; 'you'd better damn well know how to use them, Pharaoh'. He chose to take that as the white-haired thief's own socially maladjusted way of wishing him good luck.

He tested the edge of something that bore a vague resemblance to a scalpel, and gave a satisfied grin as blood blossomed from where it had sliced open his finger.

He was going to enjoy this.

TO BE CONTINUED
Hehehe…Yami's not much of a morning person, is he? I didn't mean for it to happen, but coffee is becoming quite a recurring theme in this fic…
Well, what do you think? I know it's a bit short, but if you hated it, I actually have an excuse this time! I'm very sick right now, and I feel like shit. I'm afraid this was the best I could do

Review or else…I could easily put your details in that envelope, you know…