"It's not true, it can't be!"
Sneakers that had been hanging limply (sometimes twitching in nervousness) met with the ground with a defiant stomp. Yugi's chair screeched out its displeasure at his bottom's sudden and forceful exit. Never had the little Hikari been so angry. How dare they!
Ryou wasn't faring much better, though he managed to retain his dignity and not throw a hissy fit, doing his British ancestors proud. "Our yamis are no angels" at the hard inflection, both girls simply raised an eyebrow "but they have never caused us any on toward violence…not since they acquired bodies and a social life anyways…" The memories of Bakura's tyranny made Ryou wince, wondering if he really had lost his mind when he started to carry a torch for his violent, psychotic yami. He might as well just take that torch and set himself on fire.
Findel stared at the hikaris before her, one looking like a puffed-up, tri-coloured kitten and the other the very picture of reprimanding indignity. Good, they still had spirit in them, she could work with this. A quick glance to her partner confirmed they were on the same wave length. Naya leaned forward and pinned the hikaris with a bored look that somehow inspired good behaviour.
A few minutes of this standoff continued on before Yugi slowly sat down, dropping his head in minor shame though his fury still burned at his neck. What the self-proclaimed angels were saying couldn't be true! If it was, it would mean, it would mean!…
Shivering, Yugi couldn't even finish the thought.
Findel figured now was the best time to use tact, "What exactly has your panties in a bunch? The fact that your yamis are poisonous to your existence? Or is it perhaps the tiny, hardly-worth-thinking-about technicality that we have to wipe their souls off this plain?"
Giving Findel an approving look for being the PR wiz of the two, Naya continued, "We never said they were doing it on purpose. It isn't a conscious act of obliteration, so if you are feeling all offended over that, then calm the fuck down." Frowning when the two boys remained unresponsive to their sound persuasions, Naya was getting ready to unleash a verbal tough- love hurricane when Yugi's tiny voice rang out between the foursome.
"Which means we would consciously be destroying two people who are innocent of any wrong doing. And not just any people, but the ones we love." Yugi raised his head, tears adding an almost dreamlike outline to his cherub cheeks. His eyes crinkled around deep pools of amethyst; the colour looked as if it was ripping itself apart, a mirror of the state of his soul. To ever hurt Yami, his beloved dark…Yugi could never do it. He would sooner die!
Looking at the angels, now cowed by this small boy's pain, tortured amethyst silently begged the dealers of death to understand. At his side, Ryou closed his eyes in shared understanding and reached out to embrace his small friend. At the sudden shift in air Ryou's eyes snapped open, only to widen further in surprise. Yugi's own shocked orbs stared out at him over the crook of Findel's arm. The hikari was deeply ensconced in the tightest hug he had ever received.
Neither boy knew what to do. For so long, they were the only ones to offer each other comfort that this new source of kindness seemed alien. A soft hand covered Ryou's own and he hesitantly met the deep stare of his proclaimed guardian angel.
"It's okay, Yugi." Ryou shifted his gaze from the hold on his hand (which he still had not been able to label good touch or bad touch) to Findel whose young face was lined in remorse, her eyes unseeing. "I forget that part of your brilliance is your humility and kindness, young one."
Yugi, who had not been able to find his voice in the midst of the unexpected human (sorta) contact, had lain like a lifeless ragdoll against Findel's chest. He was just digesting the discovery that he felt no heartbeat, when Findel's arms released him. Kneeling before Yugi, she took his smaller hand and clasped it between her own, looking at him with determination that hovered over devotion.
"I will never make you do anything against your will. I am here to help you and I will find a way to make you happy. I care not for these yamis, but if their continued existence is that important to you than I promise I will try to find a way through this mess." Here she tucked a strand behind Yugi's ear, her eyes soft and kind. Never had anyone looked at him in this way and Yugi felt his cheeks redden under the attention. He did not, however look away.
Ryou started when he felt Naya's hand upon his knee, and looked down to find her also kneeling before him. "If we do this however, you must promise to trust in our wisdom and give your selves over to us. We can only help you if you let us." Some part of him registered the familiar feeling of foreign magic humming in the air and a bond being struck. Looking to his friend, Ryou was not surprised to find Yugi staring back at him.
Really. What choice did they have?
"Yugi."
"Ryou."
Yugi looked into Findel's odd eyes and came to a decision. He would no longer be weak. When Findel drew him closer he did not resist, the binding magic already pulsing through his blood. "Do you accept my terms and give yourself to me?" As the magic pulled harder on his mind, Yugi was dimly aware that the girls were doing the freaky synchronized act again, Naya having questioned Ryou in perfect cadence with Findel.
"Yugi. Do you?"
He felt the magic tense, and the world seemed to hold its breath. His lips knew what to say before he did.
"Yes. I give myself to you."
A triumphant smile ripped across Findel's face before she pulled Yugi against her, fastening her mouth over his, imparting her magic into his core and sealing their bond. Yugi heard the roar of magic in his ears and felt the magic tighten around his mind and heart. He could feel her there inside him. So familiar and yet so different.
It was of course slightly jarring that in this haze, both hikaris should feel the very familiar wall of magic they had come to acquaint with the Shadow Realm.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!"
Ripping himself away from Findel's restraining grip, Yugi looked behind her, only to hold tighter to her shoulders in reflexive fear. At the edge of the movie theater food court stood one pissed off dark pharaoh. A snarl carved up his face like a gorgeous Jack-o-lantern, the magic he unconsciously (or rather, Yugi hoped it was unconscious) called forth whipping his hair and assorted leather buckles about with growing fervour.
Yugi could now see why the Egyptians worshipped the pharaohs as gods.
Also, he will need to find a new pair of pants soon...
Turning to Ryou – only Ryou wasn't there.
Both he and Naya were gone. Balking towards the spot they once stood, Yugi jumped as he felt Findel rise beside him, mutterings of "Leaving me to deal with this shit. Stupid cow." – spilling forth from her lips. Tossing a haughty look at the wormhole of rage behind her, Findel raised an eyebrow, a long smirk growing on her face.
"Problem?"
Yugi was pretty sure he just had a heart attack, and from the look on Yami's face, that would probably be a blessing. The food court suddenly felt very, very small. As he felt Findel's fingers grip possessively on his neck, Yugi felt an unexpected calm come over him. He looked to the girl towering over him in shock. She was using the bond to penetrate his fear with her own sense of calm…STRANGER DANGER!
As Yugi's mind performed its own version of Mind Crush on itself, the two not-fully human beings continued their heated standoff. Yami could not believe the nerve of this over the top trollop. He could not believe this day. He had been over half of Domino trying to hunt Yugi down until he finally gave in and used their soul bond to find his wayward hikari.
Imagine his surprise when he walks into the Megaplex food court to find his – HIS hikari verbally GIVING HIMSELF TO ANOTHER-THAT-IS-NOT-YAMI-WTF! When the trollop pulled Yugi into a kiss which the pintsized light did not beat off with a stick, well…something just kinda stopped working in Yami.
Oh, yes. His humanity.
"I believe that it is now time for Yugi to go home. His grandfather will be worried." Each word managed to strain itself through Yami's gritted teeth, visions of a green head on a pike swimming through his vision when the girl made no move to release Yugi. The food court suddenly felt very, very large.
"I was not aware that Yugi had a curfew. He's never had one before." A grip tightens on the back of a young boy's neck. Your move.
A perfect eyebrow twitches. "And what do you know of Yugi's life?" Showed you.
Red lips curve around a sharp smile. "More than you." Come at me, bro.
Studded boots march across the food court, consumers of movie and over-priced food fare pausing to watch the showdown. Each tensed, waiting for the "Draw" one old man even going so far as to eating his popcorn, hand mechanically shoving the exploded corn into his overjoyed maw.
Findel was gearing up for a good bit of centuries old bitch slappin' when Naya's annoyed voice ripped across her mind.
*Get over yourself, already! Scabbard it, dumbass, we got work to do!*
Eye twitching in an uncomforting way, Findel release Yugi right as Yami walked up to her, spinning around and turning her back on the enraged pharaoh.
The room gasped. Grandpa missed his mouth.
Ignoring the shivering waves of frustration and pissed off-ness behind her, Findel pinned Yugi with an intent look. "We will meet later. I –" Vicious glare at the handsome man behind her. "-Promise you that."
Pecking the little light on the forehead, Findel rose to her full height, quirking a mocking brow down to the pharaoh, and stalked off in much the opposite way she entered the theater.
Yugi looked at Yami.
Yami looked at Yugi.
Yugi wished he had a new pair of pants.
Thought I was dead, didncha?