Nevermore Chapter 2, a yu-gi-oh fanfic

So I decided to update since my creative juices were flowing and I thought I'd give you all a better ideo of this story. Oh. And you'll probably end up switching back and forth in between loving Yami and hating him. But we'll get to that in the later chapters. Anyway, hope you enjoy! And don't forget to review! ^^

"So, Yugi, you're coming to Otogi's party tonight, right?" Anzu asked as they walked to the lockers after their last class of the day.

"I don't know. Parties aren't really my thing and knowing Otogi, he's probably going to get drunk and hit on pretty much anything that lives and breathes."

"I think it's funny. Like that one time where he got so drunk he thought Tristan was a girl and tried to get all touchy with him. He, like, tried to grab his boobs and he was like 'oh my God, girl, you are so flat!"

Yugi chuckled. "Yeah, I guess that was kind of funny. But I don't know, Anzu…"

"Come on, Yugi. Please? It'll be fun. Look, if it gets to rowdy, we'll leave, okay?"

Yugi sighed and relented. "Fine. You know, you're lucky Grandpa is leaving for a dig this afternoon. I get the car for the weekend."

"Really? Great! We can go shopping then!"

Yugi grimaced, "Not exactly what I had in mind, Anzu."

As the two walked to the lockers, Yugi felt a cold brush of air dance across the nape of his neck. His skin prickled and a tremor ran down his spine. His eyes scanned the area, as if searching for some logical explanation for this strange sensation but there was no one around. The air was still, undisturbed; not even the leaves rustled.

"Yugi, are you alright?" Anzu asked.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. I just...I thought I-nevermind. Anyway, you were saying something?

"I was just thinking, do you think Atem is coming tonight?"

Yugi stopped walking and turned to Anzu with an arched brow, "Why so curious? You don't have a little crush on him, do you?"

"What?! Oh, geez! No!" Anzu shook her head before smiling knowingly, "If anything, I'd say Atem has a little something going on for you. Hell, Yugi, he was practically undressing you with his eyes!"

Yugi's cheeks turned a dark crimson as he looked away bashfully, "That is not true! You're the one that's the pervert! Stop reading your Yaoi mangas and fanfiction-Gah!"

Yugi stumbled back slightly as be bumped into something hard. He heard a slight grunt and cringed knowing he'd walked into a person.

"Are you alright?" Yugi's eyes widened. That voice. He'd just heard it a few hours ago in the cafeteria. His face burned a deeper red. "Yugi?"

"S-sorry, I guess I wasn't watching where I was going. H-hi, Atem." Yugi instantly perked up, a slight blush still evident on his cheeks.

Atem chuckled, his laugh as smooth as silk. "It's alright. However, you seem flushed. Are you running a fever?" He placed a gentle palm against Yugi's forehead.

Yugi gulped. Oh, God...he's touching me! What do I do?! "I-I'm fine. Thank you for your concern though."

Anzu then took this opportunity to butt in and flashed Atem a radiant smile, that Yugi, had he not had a preference for males, would've fallen head over heels for anyday. "So, Atem! Are you going to Otogi's party tonight?"

"Unfortunately, no. I have...'business' to attend to outside of town. Are you going, Yugi?" Atem smiled at Yugi kindly.

"O-oh, yeah. This one," He nudged a thumb in Anzu's direction, "Is forcing me to go. But it's a shame you can't make it."

"Indeed. It would've been nice to get to know you a little better." He winked and Yugi nearly had a heart attack. Damn, this guy! How the hell could he be so charming? Yugi once again concluded that this boy, Atem, was not Yami Sennen.

"Well, we best be on our way. Come on, Yugi. Let's get a move on! Nice talking to you, Atem! See you Monday!" Anzu grabbed Yugi's shoulders and ushered him away while waving back at Atem.

Atem waved back. However, just as the two turned the corner and disappeared from sight, his gaze fell towards the shadows along the walls. "Do you normally follow the boy like that?"

Suddenly, his duplicate materialized from the shadows. Crimson eyes met Atem's deep violet and narrowed, "Were you always such a damn flirt?"

"He's caught my interest is all."

"Dangerous game you're playing, Your Highness. I'd advise you not to get involved with him but I personally don't give a fuck."

Atem smirked, "Is that so? And yet you're following him around like a lost puppy. Honestly, your actions contradict your words."

"And you're starting to piss me the hell off." The other growled, "And I know for a fact that you wouldn't be as half the cocky bastard that you are now if it weren't for The Seal placed on you. But it'll fade and you're bound to fuck shit up."

Atem's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Is that supposed to be a threat?"

"No," The other scoffed and rolled his eyes before those crimson orbs flashed back to him, "It's a warning. Your power could be a danger. Not that I give two shits of what happens to the boy, but it would grately affect me if something should happen to him. Somehow, someway, people will find a way to pin it on me. So, I already have enough shit on my 'juvenile record' and I don't need another murder to go on it."

"You really killed your father?"

"About high time, right? The bastard tried to attack my mother. I did what I had to and killed him. The asshole got off too easy if you ask me. If my mind had been more clearer at the moment, I would've done more than kill that son of a bitch. I would've destroyed him."

"Your violent tendencies aren't very becoming of you. You weren't originally like this and both of us know it." Atem leaned against the lockers casually, "You've changed quite a bit."

"What the fuck did you expect? For me to go prancing around in a fucking meadow, singing God damn happy tunes? You've got to be fucking braindead to think that."

"Such vulgarity, too." Atem clicked his tongue, "Understandable; this world has gone to Hell, that's for sure."

"Damn right. Five thousand years and this is what happened. You know, as the Millenia go by, the more fucked up this world becomes. And with that, the more bitter I get."

"You're still a good man. Regardless of all that's happened. I hope you know that."

The other smirked bitterly and laughed sarcastically, "You've seriously lost your Goddamn mind. I'm not good anymore, Atem. I'm not. My life has gone to shit. Has been going to shit for the past five millennia. This world...it's a fucked up place. It's not what it used to be."

Atem stared at him for a moment before nodding slowly, as if understanding him, "And that is why you watch over the boy. Because he reminds you of him. You want to protect him from this world because you could not do it in the past."

Crimson eyes flashed slightly before dying out. The teen growled and turned to walk away, "This has nothing to do with him. Anyway, do me a favor, Atem, and stay the fuck away from me and never mention him again."

A cloud of black smoke surrounded the teen as Atem watched him. He sighed, "You've always been a horrible liar...Yami."

Yami's hands clenched into fists before the clouds consumed him. Just as the smoke dissipated, a raven shot out from the smoke, it's wings beating slightly as it took off into the cloudy gray sky.

Yugi was pretty sure that he did not belong here. He was just about ready to bolt it out the door as soon as he stepped foot into Otogi's house-and would have too, had his best friend, Anzu not grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back into the house.

Bodies. There were bodies everywhere, crowding the average size house. There was hardly any breathing space left and Yugi felt claustrophobic. His face scrunched up in disgust as he witnessed the crowd of hormonal teenagers grind against each other to the beat of the pounding music. This was definitely not where Yugi belonged.

No. He belonged at home where it was nice and quiet and where he could curl up on his bed and read a book. Yes, that is what he desperately craved at the current moment. Not this mess of sweaty, obnoxious crowd of teens. A few bodies bumped into him and all he could do was try to keep his balance in attempt to keep himself from being trampled upon. He pushed his way through the crowd until he came to the staircase. He sat on the third step and leaned against the bars of the railing, watching as the people danced and chatted loudly amongst themselves. He shut his eyes for a moment and tried to tune everyone out.

Just as everything was beginning to fade away, a cold chill, much like the one he experienced earlier brushed lightly across his cheek, falling down his neck. His eyes snapped open and he was jerked back into reality; the loud, rambunctious music and chanting flooding his ear drums. His eyes scanned around him frantically, though he did not know what he was looking for exactly. He knew, just knew something was not right here. This hadn't been the first time he felt the sensation, heck, it hadn't even been the second. He had felt it ever since he set foot in this town.

Domino seemed to be playing tricks on him. There were times when he could swear he had seen shadows move from the corner of his eye or he'd feel as if someone, or something was watching him. It made him feel on edge and normally resulted in him sleeping with the nightlight on. Pathetic for a senior in high school but it made him feel safer. He always felt safer in the light. The darkness seemed all too dreadful.

He sighed and rested his chin in the palms of his hands, his elbows resting on his thighs. Boredom soon overtook him. He really had no idea why Anzu insisted on him coming to Otogi's party when all he normally did at parties was sit on the side in hopes that it would all be over soon so that he could go home and curl under the covers in bed.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed and quickly fished it out of his pocket, thinking that it was his grandfather. However, he frowned when he saw that it was from an unknown number that simply said, 'Hello.'

Yugi texted back:

'Who is this?'

Not a minute passed before he received another text, 'Take a guess.'

Yugi's lips twitched in mild amusement. Oh, so this stranger wanted to play games, huh? Well, he was all for games, 'Have we met?'

'Obviously, if I am texting you.'

'Hmm...I know you, huh? Are you at Otogi's party right now?'

'No. I am...elsewhere. I believed we've had this discussion before. Big enough hint for you?'

A smile curled up upon Yugi's lips when it finally dawned on him who exactly he was texting, or rather, who was texting him. His fingers danced across the keyboard in skilled movement, 'Atem? How did you get my number?'

'A little birdy told me.'

Yugi rolled his eyes, 'Oh, really? Stalker much? If you wanted my number, you could've just asked, you know?'

'Ah, but where's the fun in that?'

Yugi giggled to himself as he continued to text Atem throughout the night, the party long forgotten. However, half way through his currently text, his phone began to glitch out. He frowned and tapped the home button on the phone repeatedly but his phone simply would not respond to him. He groaned and stuffed his phone back in his pocket in defeat. Well, so much for that distraction. And then, a soft, almost distant chuckle touched his ears and he tensed up.

He looked behind him but saw no one there. Nothing but shadows.

Yugi bit his lip and slowly stood up from the stairs. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable sitting there by himself. His eyes searched the crowd for Anzu until he finally found her dancing with Otogi. He once again made his 'dangerous' trek through the maze of people before reaching her and tugged on his wrist, "Anzu, let's go home. I'm tired. This party just isn't for me."

"Hey, Yugi." Otogi grinned, "Listen, if you want, I can take Anzu home. It's no problem. No alcohol here this time so it's safe to drive."

"Are you okay with this, Anzu?" Yugi was silently pleading for her to say 'no', not wanting to drive home by himself so late at night, especially past the Old Cemetery.

"Yeah, it's fine. Are you okay getting home on your own, Yugi?"

"I guess so. I'll call you when I get home, I guess."

Anzu nodded and resumed dancing with Otogi. Yugi sighed and managed to make it outside to his car. He quickly got inside and started the engine. The car gave a loud roar, the motor shaking violently for a second before settling to a milder rhythm. His grandfather's car was an old 1989 Toyota Tercel that was once a light blue but had faded to a rusty gray. Yugi always pestered his grandfather of getting a new car but was always met the reply of, 'As long as it runs, this metal box ain't going nowhere.'

Yugi blasted the radio has he drove home, trying to take his mind off of the darkness surrounding him. He was doing well in ignoring it all until the horrible screeching of his car caused him to panic slightly. The car sputtered and slowed down and Yugi was doing everything in his power to keep the car moving. His foot slammed on the accelerator repeatedly but he had no luck. The car rolled a few feet before coming to a dead stop in front of-much to Yugi's dismay and horror- the graveyard. He gulped and looked around the dark, empty road, dimly lit by the headlights of the car. Why? Of all times, why?!

His fell against the steering wheel as he tried to gather himself together, holding onto the small sliver of sanity he had left. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. It was then that a tapping sound caused him to jolt upwards. Yugi gasped and looked at his window only to meet a pair of gleaming crimson eyes. Oh, dear God, he's come to kill me… Was Yugi's only thought as he stared into those all too familiar crimson orbs.

Yami's lips moved but Yugi frowned, as his voice was blocked out by the glass. He took a chance and rolled down the windows slightly, "Car trouble?"

"Y-yes…" Yugi stuttered and gulped.

Yami stared at him for another second before sighing, "Pop the hood. We'll see what we're working with."

Yugi did as he was told. He thought about what he was doing for a moment and bit his lip. What if this was Yami's plan? What if he was planning to get Yugi comfortable around him so that at the very last second, he could strike and stab him or something? But...what if Yami was actually trying to help him?

Yugi took another deep breath and stepped out of the car and walked over to Yami, who was standing over the hood of the car, his flashlight pointed at the various gears and such in the car. "You got a toolbox on you?" Yami asked.

"Wh-what?"

"Do you not speak English?" Yami grumbled, "Do you or do you not have a fucking toolbox?"

"I-I don't know."

"Fucking hell, you're useless!" Yami exclaimed before walking over to the passenger side and yanking the glove compartment open and pulling out a small toolbox. "Looks like that old man was smart enough to keep a toolbox in the car for you."

"You know how to fix cars?"

"If I didn't, do you think I'd be helping you right now? Or are you just assuming that I'd purposely fuck you over and kill you like I know you're thinking right now." Yugi flinched at the bitterness in Yami's voice and suddenly felt guilty.

"S-sorry. I know you're just trying to help."

"Great. Now shut the hell up and let me work."

Yugi bit his tongue to refrain from firing back. He had the tendency to do that. He shivered slightly as the wind gusted by, ruffling his hair. He wrapped his arms around himself, rubbing his shoulders, trying to keep warm. Yami's eyes flickered towards him for the briefest second before he stopped what he was doing, muttering under his breath. He shrugged off his black leather jacket and draped it over Yugi's shoulder, shocking the smaller teen.

Yugi's lips parted as a soft gasp left his lips.

Yami rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Don't think much of this. I honestly don't give a shit about you. I just thought I'd do my one good deed of the day."

Yami's words cut Yugi deep as he flinched back and watched Yami work in silence. His eyes slowly trailed down the road, dark and daunting. Peering into the darkness of the Old Cemetery gave Yugi a sudden uneasy feeling. A moment later, Yami sighed deeply and slammed the car hood down. "There. That should about do it-" He stopped short as his eyes scanned the trees, narrowing as they did.

Yugi noticed and followed Yami's gaze. "Wh-what is it?"

"Nothing. Get in the car."

"But-"

"Get in the fucking car, Mutou!" Yami hissed.

Yugi immediately obeyed and got into the car, turning the keys in the ignition. The car came to life and he let out a sigh of relief. "It works! Thank you-" He trailed off as he lifted his gaze and found the road empty;Yami no where in sight.

Yugi stepped out for a moment and looked up and down the road. Where did he go? His brows furrowed in confusion. There was no way Yami could move that fast and yet, he was no where to be found. Had Yugi imagined that all? He gripped onto the jacket draped around his shoulders and the unsettling feeling returned. No, it was not a dream. Yami was here. Yami had helped him and then...disappeared. Just like a ghost.

Yugi shook his head. No, no! Don't think such things. Just get home, Yugi, and forget about this! He got back into his car and shrugged the jacket off, throwing it into the passenger seat. He then sped down the road back into town. He quickly parked the car in front of the house and cut the engine. He sat in the car for a moment, thinking about what happened. Yami had literally appeared out of nowhere and disappeared in pretty much the same fashion. Either Yami was a magician or he was something else entirely.

Violet orbs wandered over to the house to his left and saw that all the lights were out. No one was home. No one was ever home. There were only a few occasions that Yami would actually be home. Yugi didn't know where Yami went or spent his days, all he knew was the the teen was a walking enigma. He was a mystery; a dangerous one at that and Yugi couldn't help but find himself fascinated. Yugi had always loved mysteries but this one-this one seemed more deadly. Yami was unpredictable, Yugi knew that. However, could it be that the 'psychopath' was more than just that?

It was then that Yugi realized that he had never regarded Yami as ever being human. Then again, what kind of human would kill their own father in cold blood and commit the other horrendous acts he was rumored to have committed? Rumors…. are they all just rumors? Yugi didn't know. All he knew was what people told him and the one event he happened to have witnessed himself and even that was a bit fuzzy. He hadn't seen the murder take place, merely heard it and then had seen Yami get taken away.

Was Yugi wrong about Yami? Was everyone wrong about him? Yugi frowned and shook his head. Why was he even thinking this way? Just because Yami helped him one time, he's suddenly having doubts about the older boy's track record? Yami, himself had said that he didn't care about Yugi. He was just doing his 'good deed' as he put it. That thought once again sent Yugi back to the point of Yami being a good guy at heart, just misunderstood.

He groaned and palmed his forehead. All of this was giving him a headache. He exhaled and stepped out of the car, draping the jacket over one shoulder. He glanced at Yami's house once more before going inside his own, gripping Yami's jacket tightly. I'll have to make sure to give this back…

But who knew that, that by doing such a simple act would cause a chain reaction of events that would lead him to great danger…

When The Darkness Comes by Colbie Caillat

Underneath the echoes

Buried in the shadows

There you were

Drawn into your mystery

I was just beginning

To see your ghost

But you must know

I'll be here waiting

Hoping, praying that

This light will guide you home

When you're feeling lost I'll leave my love

Hidden in the sun

For when the darkness comes

Now the door is open

The world I knew is broken

There's no return

Now my heart is not scared

Just knowing that you're out there