Warnings: Mild Cursing, Blood/Violence, Death

Prompt XX: Glass

He wasn't back yet.

Yami paced the room and took a seat on the bed a moment later. He was dizzy from turning so fast. His eyes stung for a single second where the air had whipped against them. He tapped his foot, then forced himself to stay still. The clock in the corner was glowing red, the numbers flickering as another minute passed. He drew his legs up, wrapping his arms around them. Another minute passed. Yami buried his face in his knees and swallowed a moan.

Yugi was fine.

Yugi was fine.

Yugi was fine.

Yugi was—

The clock flickered again. He trembled and got to his feet.

He was fine.

He was fine.

He was fine.

He. Was. Fine.

But what if he wasn't?

Yami threw the door open before he could stop himself. The glass rattled in its pane and he shivered as he closed it behind him again. The woods were unnaturally quiet and the dark felt as if it were clawing at him as he looked around. His eyes adjusted quickly, absorbing and drawing back the moonlight where it could amongst scattered branches as he hurried forward. The shortcut through the woods would get him to the game shop faster.

And Yugi had to be at the game shop.

He knew that.

He had gone after his grandpa.

He'd come to find him.

So he had to be there.

And if he wasn't, Yami didn't know what he would do. He'd have to change and go after him. He'd search until his paws bled. He'd search until he couldn't walk anymore and his paws wore to his bones. He'd search until his limbs became stumps. He'd search until his stumps wore down and he came a little worm with sleek black and silver fur. He'd search until he died of exhaustion.

He didn't care.

He had to find him.

It was really hard to breathe for a moment. Yami tugged at the collar of his shirt. He dodged a branch that threatened to tangle his hair. He jumped over a small root. He panted for air, narrowing his eyes. The moonlight made his stomach roll. The dense clouds overhead made his eyes strain slightly. He swallowed hard and narrowed his eyes.

Unconsciously he reached for the hem of his shirt and knotted his fist there. His fingers turned white from strain. His breathing grew more gargled. His belly tossed again. His mouth felt dry, pasty. His heart lurched and danced in his throat. He swallowed hard.

He rounded the corner in a sprint. His sneakers were heavy, thudding against the pavement. He was breathing harder. Every exhale was visible. His heart thumped in his throat. His fingers were shaking.

Yugi had to be there.

He had to be there.

He had to.

He just fucking had to.

He wouldn't have gotten hurt or caught or anything. He was too smart for that. He was Yugi. Yugi was smart and kind and cute. No one would want to hurt someone like him. He was too good a wolf for that. And he would know how to get out of a bad situation and save himself.

And if he didn't, Yami would help him. He'd save him if it was so bad and then they'd run away together and—

Glass crunched under his shoes.

He faltered, startled.

And then he froze.

The windows were busted. Each and everyone of them was destroyed. The glass was scattered about in shards of varying sizes. The panes were littered with what remained. No piece in the wood structures were large enough to even scrape skin should someone crawl through. They couldn't snag hair. They could pull clothes. They could only cut on contact…

Yami could smell blood the moment he got within a foot of the door. But it didn't smell fresh. It was dried or drying, old and stale and the smell cloying. His nose felt clogged and swollen shut now. And he didn't see any on the windows or door.

He swallowed hard.

Was that a good thing or a bad one?

Yami faltered and slowed down, glancing around. No one seemed to be nearby, although he could hear someone sniffling. He didn't know if he heard someone blessing internally, or if it was just someone crying. He didn't know what he was going to find when he rounded the corner and stepped inside.

He drew in a deep breath and swallowed as he came forward.

When he turned head and looked inside, his heart stuttered to a stop.

Yugi was sitting there in the dark, a black stain against the floor. It took Yami a moment to realize why he could only see his eyes when the other boy lifted his head slightly. His heart skyrocketed to twice its usual rate. He stumbled a step, glass crunching under his sneakers again. His mouth was dry again, tongue glued to his palate. His hands were shaking as he crawled through the bottom window of the door. His palms scraped and bled, shards digging into his skin. His jeans tore and ripped.

He scrambled forward, ignoring the rapid flares of pain and tingles that crashed through him. His veins itched beneath his skin. His fingers felt numb. He got to his side and shivered.

Sugoroku's lifeless eyes seemed to peer at him in the dark.

His insides felt scraped and hollowed out.

When he looked at Yugi again, the blood smell made his head spin.

The smaller boy was silent for a long minute. Then he shifted his weight. He inched closer to him, moving his grandpa's head from his lap. He got to his side, peering at him. For a long time be was silent and didn't make a move. And then he breathed out roughly.

His fingers found Yami's shoulders, pulling and tugging him closer.

But where Yami expected him to draw him into an embrace, Yugi hovered inches from his face. His exhales were hot and laden with the smell of blood when he growled, "If I ever see Atem again, I'm going to rip his throat out myself."