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Chan: I didn't think anyone would actually like this one! But there you go!
Yami: Bad stuff happens to me!
Chan: Bad stuff happens to you in all my stories!
Yami: well der! We know that.
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Casey: lol how could you guess? Yes there will be Darkshipping.
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Yami: I sense bad things coming to me! It must mean you're starting the chapter! Noooo!
Chan: This chapter is actually set on the day Yami disappeared.
Yami: The bad things draw closer!
Chan: You're very right Yami…… (Voice fades out)
Chapter two
Butterfly
Normal P.O.V.
Yugi peered out of the game shop window at the street outside. The sky was a dazzling blue, without a hint of a cloud and the pavement was bone dry. No one was outside as the heat was too much for even children to play foot ball on the streets. Music was thumping from the stereos in just about every house in the neighbour hood. A crazy mix of rock, pop, rap, R&B and even New Age music, joined the laughter and arguments and the sound of too loud TVs in the City's sound track.
Yugi couldn't help but smile. It was September, but the summer still burned on. Yami had left school a little later than everyone else, but he'd be home soon….he always came home…..always.
Yami's feet slapped against the pavement, his shoes ending up small clouds of dust with each step. The sun glinted off of the millennium puzzle, his second most important possession in the world. It was strange; only two people knew what his most treasured item was, Yami himself, and the last person anyone expected him to have a secret with.
Sometimes you just have to think of someone and they'll turn up and this was one of those times. Just as Yami was passing by an ally-way, two hands shot out and grabbed him. He opened his mouth to scream, but before he could, he was slammed against the wall of a building and he saw who his 'attacker' was.
"Hello Yami."
"Bakura!" the tomb robber grinned and allowed Yami to throw his arms around his neck happily. To any one walking by, it was obvious to see how much these two meant to each other. Bakura put his hands on the young pharaoh's shoulders held him at arm length, scanning his eyes over him.
"You aren't wearing it today." He said, raising one eyebrow. Yami quickly shook his head.
"No, I am!" He gripped Bakura's fingers in his own. "I'm just wearing it on the inside of my shirt, so I can carry on wearing it at school." Bakura raised his eyebrows higher.
"Really?" Before Yami could answer or react in any way, his boyfriend pushed one hand under Yami's shirt and up across his chest. Bakura ran his fingers over the pharaoh's skin, enjoying the small gasps he got from him and eventually feeling cool metal press against the back of his hand.
With a smirk, he undid the pin and removed his hand, revealing a beautiful broach. It was in the shape of a butterfly and made out of solid gold. Silver streaks ran through it and a purple jewel was inlayed into each wing.
This was Yami's most special and treasured possession. He never let it off of his clothes unless Bakura was holding it. It had been Bakura who had brought it for him as a birthday present. It was their secret joke. One of Bakura's favourite nicknames for Yami was 'Butterfly' or 'My Butterfly'. Neither had any idea why or how this name started, but they both liked it.
A few months back, Yami had gone to the tattooist pallor after school and gotten two butterfly wings tattooed onto his back, one on each shoulder blade. Yami knew he'd be in trouble if Grandpa ever found out, but he really didn't care. He liked it, Bakura liked it, and it looked great.
Bakura seemed to be thinking of the tattoos as well because after pinning the brooch back in place he ran his hands over Yami's back, tracing the patterns hidden there.
"How is my butterfly today?" He inquired.
"He's great….What about his owner?" Yami smiled into the others eyes.
"He's great too….but he has to o now in case he worries his Hikari." Bakura had barely finished saying this when Yami flung his arms round him in a hug.
"Do you really have to go?"
"Yes Butterfly….I am sorry….Wait for me just round the corner from the game shop at the usual time tomorrow ok?" Bakura didn't need to ask. Yami always waited for him round the corner from the game shop an hour and a half before school so they could go off together on their own.
But Yami wasn't there waiting for Bakura the next morning. They gave each other a good bye kiss and went there separate ways. No one would ever guess that they were going out.
As he walked home, all Yami could think of was how he was going to go home and get a cool glass of lemonade. But he never got to the game shop that afternoon. He was just turning the corner into the game shop's street, when for the second time that day, hands grabbed him from behind. But this time it wasn't Bakura, and instead of being pulled into a side alley, he was dragged cross the pavement and into a car that was parked nearby.
A hand clamped over his mouth and nose and he instantly breathed in a thick, deep scent that made him drowsy. The last thing he saw was the game shop as the car screeched past. He had been so close… just a few more minuets and he would have made it home. But before he could carry on this train of thought, his mind gave into the foggy haze gathering round him, and his world went black.
End Chapter
Chan: well there you go! Please R&R!
Yami: O.o oh dear.
Bakura: (hugs him) awww he's so cute like this.