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Chapter Five

Yami looked up from his morning make out session with Yugi, hoping that it would become a permanent part of their routine, as Tomoya bounded up a huge smile on his face. Reluctantly, Yami pulled away from Yugi, the smaller teenager slowly opening his eyes and looking disappointed. "Why did you stop?"

"Tomoya wants to talk to you." The bespectacled teenager gave Yami a smile of thanks before accosting Yugi. Yami sighed and rubbed his forehead, figuring that this was better than being glared at by someone that Yugi considered a close friend.

"It's amazing Yugi!" Yami listened with half an ear as they walked down the hall to their first period class, keeping close to Yugi. He gave a minute nod to Dartz as the man came into his line of vision, the two guardian angels following their charges down the hall.

While they had not spoken again since Yami had walked out of their meeting, they were still on good terms. Dartz accepted the unorthodox approach to his job without a question, seeming to have come to some conclusion that he had yet to approach Yami about. But at least they were silently civil towards each other.

"Yami?" He shook his head, dragging his thoughts away from his fellow guardian angel to look at Yugi. The teenager smiled, reaching back to hold his hand for a moment. "We're still going to visit Ryou this weekend, right?"

"Of course. Unless you want him to get mad at us?"

Yugi laughed. "Definitely not. He might send Marik after us."

Yami joined in the laughter, absently stepping to the side to avoid running into Dartz. The air was knocked out of him as he was pushed by a solid person, sliding across the tile floor before something heavy landed on him. Yami groaned, lying still for a moment before attempting to get up, only to have a hand land on his arm.

"Watch where you're going!" Yami looked up at the teenager who was glaring down at him, biting his lip to keep from yelping as the guy hauled him to his feet. Yami pulled away from his grasp, backing away as he rubbed his arm.

"It was an accident." He turned around, intent on catching up with Yugi and Tomoya.

"Hey!" Yami found himself spun back around, sure that there were bruises on his arm from the guy's fingers. He was shoved backward until his back met a locker, Yami arching to keep the lock from digging into his lower back. The guy leaned over, forcing him to lie flat against the locker. "You're that scum from across the river. I recognize your face, you were on T.V for a while."

"Let me go." Yami twitched in the hold, searching for a way out of this without inflicting damage. He had promised that he wouldn't get into trouble, but this was pushing him to his limit.

The guy laughed. "Why should I? You're just a piece of scum that wiggled its way up here. You don't belong here." Every word in the last sentence was underlined with a jab of the teenager's finger into Yami's chest.

Yami shifted, slapping the teenager's hand away from him as he glared. Did this guy honestly expect him to back down after this? He narrowed his eyes and shoved the guy back, fixing his jacket before walking off. He didn't flinch as the teenager's hand landed on his shoulder, staring straight ahead at where Tomoya and Yugi had stopped, the blonde holding Yugi back from entering the confrontation.

"Did you hear me, scum?"

Yami shook off the hand and continued to walk away, only partially listening to the teenager rant behind him. It was one confrontation that he knew had been coming, the people in this city didn't want him here. But he wouldn't be driven away.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

Yami didn't bother to glance over his shoulder, smiling at Yugi before reaching out to hold his hand. "I'll walk to you class, aibou."

Yugi gave him a smile of thanks, walking off. Tomoya was a step behind them, the blonde staring back at the teenager as he continued to rant about the scum from the other side of the river. He felt Yugi squeeze his hand reassuringly, a smile crossing his face. They both knew that he could care less about what he was called. He just worried about what it would do to Yugi since he was openly close with the smaller teenager.

He spent the walk to Yugi's first period class worrying over the problem, his eyes flickering to the golden band that he wore around his wrist as Yugi let go of his hand. Unlike Yugi, he was not opposed to using violence first and talking things over later. It would end badly for anyone who tried to touch his charge.

"Yami?"

"Don't worry about it, aibou." Yami leaned over slightly to kiss Yugi, pulling the shorter teenager close. Yugi wrapped his arms around Yami's neck, drawing the kiss out a little longer before pulling away. "Nothing is going to happen."

"But a still worry about you." When Yami went to protest, Yugi silenced him with a quick kiss. "It's my job."

Yami laughed before stepping away, watching Yugi slip into the classroom with Tomoya. The smile remained on his face a moment longer before the trudged down the hall to his own class, not looking forward to the round of insults he knew was coming.

Are you here?

Dartz shook his head at the words that were scribbled in the margin of the paper, sighing at Tomoya's obvious attempts to dodge work. The angel gently guided Tomoya's pen back to the margin, writing out his own reply before releasing the boy's hand.

Yes. Now concentrate on your class.

Why? It isn't that important.

Dartz rolled his eyes before making Tomoya's hand write his own response.

You can never tell. Just humor me.

Fine.

Tomoya rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the teacher up front, Dartz smiling at his charge before returning his gaze to the window. Rebecca's birthday was tomorrow, and he had yet to talk to Atemu about it. He sighed, he would probably have to pay a visit to the teen and ask.

The angel perked up as he sensed Atemu near, walking over to the window to look outside. He smiled as he saw Atemu wandering over the grounds, settling at the base of a tree close by. It was a golden chance. With one final look at Tomoya to be sure that his charge would be alright, Dartz walked through the wall and out into the schoolyard.

Immediately Atemu looked up, Dartz imagining he might have seen something similar to disgust flash across the teenager's face before Atemu sat up. But it was just his imagination. The teenager smiled before craning his head to look back in the classroom, spotting Tomoya before shifting to a more comfortable spot.

"Atemu, about what I said on the roof-"

"Don't worry about it." He dug into his lunch, waving Dartz's concern away. The angel hesitated at the words, not sure that they were completely sincere. But at least one of them was making the gesture to continue on friendly terms.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his head, turning slightly so he could still see Tomoya, the blonde totally focused on his work. "Can I ask you to do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Could you keep an eye on Tomoya Saturday?"

Atemu paused in his eating, raising an eyebrow as he looked up at the angel. "Is there a reason?"

"It's my daughter's birthday." There was a hint of regret on Atemu's face, the teenager looking away for a second. When Atemu looked back, there was no sign of the emotion. Dartz nodded to himself before shifting so he could see Tomoya out of the corner of his eye. "I haven't missed one since we adopted her."

"Adopted?" Atemu laughed and shook his head. "It's a shame that I didn't know you before you died. There are some kids I know of that could use a home. Unless, you wouldn't like scum?"

Dartz shook his head. "I don't think my wife and I would have minded, we just have always wanted children. It can just never be our own and we tried so many different ways." He sighed, a fond smile on his face. "It was Iona's idea to adopt. She said that there were already so many kids who needed a home. So we found Rebecca. Sweetest child in the world."

He heard Atemu give a soft chuckle, turning his head so he could look at the teenager as he spoke. "I could try and convince her. I've figured out how to interact with things here. Rebecca always has wanted a sister."

"Send her to me and I'll take her there." Atemu stood up, gathering the trash from his lunch and beginning to walk back to the building. "Just warn her that these are children who have lived their whole lives in the slums, but they are good kids."

"Thank you, Atemu." The teenager gave a nod, a genuine smile crossing his face as he walked back into the building, Dartz remaining outside for a while longer. He tipped his head back, closing his eyes as he imagined that he could feel the sun against him, but it was just his imagination.

With a disappointed sigh, Dartz turned to walk back to Tomoya, shaking his head. Hopefully Iona would be willing to trust something that she found in his handwriting. His wife, although she had been raised in Domino, had always hated the distinction between the people that was made. And, maybe, she could help another child.

He slipped back into the classroom, walking back to Tomoya's seat. He shook his head as he saw that Tomoya wasn't paying attention again. Dartz leaned over the paper, sighing when he saw another note for him waiting.

I've been meaning to ask, what are you? If that's not too rude.

Dartz gently guided Tomoya's hand over to the margin of the paper, ignoring the look of relief that spread across the teenager's face at the motion.

I'm your guardian angel.

Tomoya's response came as soon as Dartz moved his hand away.

Where did you go? I thought you had left.

I was talking to another guardian angel.

Alright.

Tomoya focused on his work then, seemingly happy with the information that he had been given. Dartz relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief before finding a place to stand in the classroom, partially alert for any threats to his charge as the teacher droned on.

Yugi jumped as someone hugged him from behind, relaxing into Yami's embrace as the taller teenager pulled him away from his locker. "Hello, aibou."

"Hello." Yugi craned his head back, pointing at the still open locker. "I was doing something."

"And now, you are doing something else." Yami smirked, but still let him go, leaning against the next locker as Yugi rummaged around for the remainder of what he needed before the two of them could head home.

Yugi slammed his locker shut, waving at a morose Tristan and Joey, the two teens having managed to get themselves into anther detention before heading towards the exit with Yami. Tèa had dance after school today, so that meant that she wouldn't be walking back with them either. That just left Tomoya, who was fidgeting outside as he waited for them.

The blonde teenager waved as he spotted the two of them, nearly bounding over as Yugi and Yami walked out of the building. "You will never guess what has been happening to me."

"Really? What?" Yugi blinked as he saw Yami look at something just behind Tomoya, the taller teenager doing that a lot lately. Yugi squeezed his boyfriend's hand, hoping that everything was alright. With a look that promised explanations later, the three headed towards their homes.

"I have a guardian angel." Yugi felt Yami lag for a second before he fell back into step, Yugi shooting a long look at Tomoya. While he didn't know the rules that the guardian angels followed, sure that Yami was breaking most of them just out of spite, he was sure that the charges weren't supposed to know. And, if Yami's reaction was anything to go by, he could be right with that guess.

"Really?"

Tomoya nodded, digging around in his backpack to pull out his notebook. Yugi took the offered object, flipping open to the most recently used page and staring at the two styles of handwriting that were in the margin. One was obviously Tomoya's, but the other wasn't even close to his friend's usual handwriting. "Your angel wrote this?"

The blonde teenager nodded before accepting his notebook back. "Yeah. We've been talking for a couple of days now, although I don't know its name. It's great!" Tomoya was quiet for a moment. "Oh, and I was wondering if you were doing anything this weekend, Yugi."

"Sorry." Yugi looked up at Yami, realizing that his boyfriend had stopped glaring at the space around Tomoya to actually look at the teen.

"He could come with us. I don't really think Ryou would mind."

"Bakura might."

"I can handle Bakura." Yugi chuckled at the eye roll that Yami gave with the response, giving a nod before finally looking over at Tomoya.

"Only if you want to."

"Where are you two going?"

"The other side of the river." Tomoya gave him a surprised glance, his mouth falling open in shock. Yugi shook his head with a laugh at the look, forcing himself to calm down. "It's not that bad, just visiting some friends of Yami who helped me hide out. I promise you that it's nothing bad."

"But my parents…" Tomoya bit his lip before giving a nod. "I trust you, Yugi."

"Don't believe the stereotype." Yugi shook his head, squeezing Yami's hand. "After all, Yami didn't turn out too badly, now did he?"

Yugi saw Tomoya blush at the wink that he threw his boyfriend, about to strike up a new conversation when he yelped as Yami slid his hand into Yugi's back pocket. The short teen glared at Yami. "Get it out of there."

"You don't complain any other time."

"When do you…" Yugi glared at the smirk that Yami had on his face. "When I'm asleep?!"

"No more than you do, aibou." Yugi blushed at the statement. Apparently Yami hadn't been asleep those few times.

"You two sleep together?!" Yugi jumped as Tomoya spoke, Yami's hand sliding from of his back pocket with the move. A blush spread across his face at the look that Tomoya was giving him, turning his head so he could hide against Yami. His blush grew as Yami laughed.

"It's become habit. Aibou doesn't sleep well unless he has something to cuddle with."

Yugi elbowed Yami, dropping the taller teen's hand and beginning to walk faster. He could still hear Yami laughing behind him, Tomoya starting to chuckle as well. Yugi turned around, speaking without any real malice. "You're sleeping on the couch then, Yami."

"That threat doesn't work, aibou. At least not yet." Yami sauntered over to him and grabbed Yugi's hand again, swinging their joined hands between them. Yugi could still hear Tomoya laughing from his place behind them.

Tomoya walked back into his room, stretching before flopping down on his bed, reaching for the comic book he had left on his nightstand. He flipped absently through the pages, finding where he had stopped the night before, ready to immerse himself in the comic when he noticed that there was a new message on his paper that he had left there.

Tomoya rolled himself over, one finger marking his page in the comic book as he ready his guardian angel's message. You alright going with them tomorrow?

Sure. Yugi hasn't lied to me before. He placed the pen down, watching it rest for a moment before some force picked it up again and began to write.

I have somewhere I have to be tomorrow.

You won't be there? Tomoya picked up the pen and scratched out his reply even before the angel had set it back down.

No. I have prior commitments.

With who?

My family.

Tomoya rocked back, still holding the pen that he had picked up with the intention to respond. He stared at the angel's answer for a long while, not quite sure what to make of it. He couldn't see the angel, which meant that others wouldn't be able to see it either. And if the angel had a family, it meant that the angel was the soul of a dead person. Tomoya could bring himself to demand that the angel abandon its plans just because he suddenly felt safer with it around.

Tomoya felt something tug on the pen, the angel obviously wanting to write something. He gently brushed it off before leaning forward, writing his own message before handing the angel the pen. It's alright with me. You deserve the break.

He might have imagined the chuckle that came from thin air around him before the pen was put back in motion. But I haven't done anything.

Oh well. Vacation time in advance.

He laughed this time as well, sure that he heard another laugh that seemed to come from a great distance. The pen hovered in the air for a moment before coming down onto the paper. I have one last thing to ask you, then you can go back to your comic book.

Alright.

What's in that blue binder?

Tomoya looked at the binder on his desk, realizing for the first time that he still had it out. Inside there were all the clippings from newspapers with his notes and pictures from when Yugi had been kidnapped. Mementos from a time that was long since gone and was better forgotten. He couldn't think about the time in his old city without remembering the abject misery he had insisted on being in. Things that should be forgotten.

Their conversation stopped after that, the angel seeming to disappear while Tomoya reclined on his bed, opening his comic book and smiling as he started to read. He had missed this in his misery, the ability to get away from reality. A page was turned carefully with a chuckle, Tomoya not noticing the blue binder falling open on the desk as the angel began to carefully read through the first two articles before shutting the binder with a sigh.

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