Here is chapter two, of me and my friend's first Yu-Gi-Oh fanfic. Anyway I hope you all enjoy this chapter as we tried to make it fun.

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh is not ours. Not the characters in the story. nothing. And we also have no claim to Yu-Gi-Oh abridged, even though we borrow their ideas too...

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*BANG BANG BANG*

Of all the things to rouse Ryou from his sleep at seven o'clock in the morning, the sound of mad thumping and banging was not on his list. He would have preferred to wake up to a steaming cup of tea. Especially after his long night trying to give a couple thousand-year old Pharaoh medical attention. Grumbling he climbed out of bed and walked out of the room rubbing his eyes. The thumping was coming from the closet where Yugi had trapped Bakura the night before. As he approached the door there was a sudden sharp jar that managed to make the hinges creak and cause the chair to jolt. The white-haired man was startled momentarily but recovered and went to move more stuff in front of the door.

Ryou was just finishing pushing a side table in front of the door when the sound of another person came from the other room. His patient must be waking up. He wanted more than anything to go back to bed but he knew he should see to the Pharaoh first. At least check on him and make sure he was alright. Besides he didn't think Yugi was ready to rouse yet anyway. Upon entering the living room Ryou spotted the Pharaoh, he was sitting up and patting his chest with interest. Ryou quietly approached the Egyptian and made sure to wear a warm smile that he hoped seemed unthreatening.

Pharaoh looked up as he felt a strange presence coming near. His eyes fixed on the white-haired demon, he looked like he had a spider in his pants from the nervous smirk on his face. He had been hoping this had all been a bad dream but it clearly was not. He had woken up in the strange room and now one of the demons was coming over to him, most likely it was going to make him take that strange drug again. He had his suspicions that it was that "drug" that had made him so sleepy the night before. His sore muscles tensed up as he prepared to fight the demon with everything he had.

Ryou watched as the pharaoh eyed him warily. "The Vicodin wore off on you a lot quicker than what was expected." Ryou raised and eyebrow at him before shifting his gaze to the pharaoh's lighter skinned twin, who was currently asleep in the recliner next to Atem. There was a content expression on Yugi's face that Ryou hadn't seen in a very long time. Almost as if he was finally at peace after so many years. Ryou wanted to study his expression closer, but right now the injured, suspicious and potentially dangerous pharaoh demanded his attention. Not only that but there was a very persistent Thief in the coat closet that was making quite a racket. The constant loud thumping and banging bearing witness.

The white-haired demon approached, and Atem readied himself. His fingers clenched and unclenched under the blanket that had found it's way over him some time in the night. His weapon of choice cleverly concealed. Never mind that it was his only weapon at this point.

Ryou walked closer still flashing that ridicules smile. He leaned over Atem wondering how he was going to get his question through to the pharaoh when nails sliced across his face. "Bugger! What was that for, Yami?" Ryou clutched the side of his face and felt a warm liquid on his fingertips.

Atem started cursing in Egyptian. He waved his fingers in the air like a cat and tried to sit up straight and winced in pain. With fingers stained with a demon blood the Pharaoh clutched at his bandaged chest digging at the white gauze.

"Good bloody thing the first aid kit is still out here." Ryou said to himself as he was now the one in need of it. He walked over to get some band aids for his face all the while keeping a watchful eye on the Pharaoh. Ryou backed up to the side table beside the couch and retrieved the first aid kit he'd left there the night before. He fumbled a bit with the kit as he continued clutching the side of his face but managed to withdraw a disinfectant wipe and started to clean the wound on his face.

Meanwhile Atem tore the blankets off his body in an attempt to get a better look at his leg. He had quickly realized that it was hard to move said leg and distinctly remembered that it had gotten injured the night before. With un-trusting eyes he scrutinized the make shift cast that now bound his fractured leg. He was very tempted to rip the strange contraption off his leg out of fear that is was something cursed and terrible. The cast was made out of cloth and adhesive strips that were not familiar to him. The material felt foreign and rough against his skin, and he wondered if maybe the demons had imbued a curse in the cloth.

Ryou was started as a sharp crack emanated from the hallway. Even Atem's attention was drawn to the noise and away from his bandaged appendage. The first crack was soon followed by another crack and it sounded a lot like the splintering of wood. The white-haired boy's heart began to race with fear. His breathing picked up and he frantically glanced around the room for a weapon of sorts. Ryou's eyes fell upon a butter knife sitting on the coffee table next to a used paper towel; it must have been used during one of Yugi's late-night snacks. He quickly scooped up the paltry excuse for a weapon and readied himself for Bakura. As he stood nerves on end listening to the horrid splintering sound of the door, Ryou began calling to Yugi frantically in an attempt to wake up his friend.

Atem appeared to understand the urgency of the situation. He took notice in the fact that the white haired demon had retrieved some sort of weapon from the table nearby and was now taking a defensive stance with eyes toward the sound of destruction. Atem wondered briefly what had happened to the Theif Touzouku, and it seemed that his question had been answered. He also took note that it seemed as if the demon's were just as frightened of the thief as he was. Not that he would ever admit that the Theif King frightened him, but without his powers and being severely injured, Atem had to face the fact that Touzouku could actually kill him. And that his only line of defense at this point was the pathetic looking demon version of the Theif King, said boy seemed to be protecting him. Then he heard the white-haired demon cry out, cry out as if scared and desperate. Atem was unsure of the language and truly had no idea of the words these creatures spoke but to him it sounded like a name, and since the demon kept throwing glances at the creature that looked like him, he could only assume that it was the other demon's name. Maybe with two demons they would have a better chance combating the thief? As much as the pharaoh hated the idea of having the other demon awake, he knew these strange creatures were his last line of defense, so he decided to help.

"Yugi!" Ryou called, "Yugi, Wake UP! PLEASE!" Ryou Bakura was frantic, he was so unsure of what to do at this point. He could now hear Yami Bakura swearing in his Egyptian language and it sounded like the Yami had figured out how to either bust a hole in the door or at least get it slightly open, because he was a lot less muffled. "YUGI! HELP!"

"Yogi!"

Ryou snapped his head around and stared at Atem. The Pharaoh had called out to Yugi also. Well he hadn't really said the name right but it was close. Did Atem finally realize that he and Yugi were here to help?

"Yo-ugi!" Atem tried again. "Yougi!" He reached his hand out to try and touch the small demon's knee. He missed and winced in pain from the movement. "Yougi!" He searched about him and found a few soft cushiony things that appeared optimal to throw while causing the least amount of injury. He hurled them at his demon look-alike, but still nothing. Meanwhile he could hear the smashing getting louder. Desperate now the pharaoh started to inch himself across the couch in order to reach this "Yougi" better. Despite the pain he stretched over the end of the couch and latched his hands on the demon's clothes. He then began to shake him violently all the while yelling the thing's name.

Yugi was slowly coming to realize that his world was shaking. Everything had been so dark. So dark and deep and restful, And his Yami was there, yes he had found his Yami again. He dreamt that he was safe in his Yami's arms and that all was right in his world once again. But now that world was shaking, and Yugi was realizing that it all was a dream, Atem was not back, Atem was in the afterlife, living in peace, finally resting after so long, And Yugi was in college living a normal life, going to become something. He wasn't quite sure yet, but he would do great things like his grandpa, and the shaking he assumed was probably Ryou trying to wake him for class. Yugi always stayed up too late studying, Ryou was always the good boy, going to bed early so that he could wake up in the morning. Yugi felt so tired he could almost laugh at himself for taking that Vicodin. What a silly idea that was! Taking Vicodin that late at night when he had known full well he had to get up in the morning for class. It was an early lecture today, and there would be a test in the next class, Yugi had studied hard for that test, and He hadn't even finished reading the chapter in his physics book because Yami needed medical attention. Yeah that was why he had taken that Vicodin, and it had been great because he had inadvertently gotten to kiss his Yami, something he had wanted to do since Battle City, and had regretted having not done everyday since his Yami had left to the... after... life...

Atem was still shaking the little demon frantically. He continued to call to it hoping that it would wake up. He wondered why the demon seemed to be so out cold, and wondered if it was because of that medicine or poison he had made the demon ingest. Atem quickly concluded that, that was the reason and doubled his efforts. And was extremely startled as the small demon opened it's large, beautiful, intoxicating amethyst eyes and gave out a surprised yet frightened cry. The pharaoh was so stunned he released the demon and toppled off the couch making horrible howling sounds of pain in the process. To move only inflicted Atem with more pain so he cringed and willed himself to stop flailing about, pain or not. With heavy breathing through clenched teeth he was finally able to calm down and most of the pain subsided. When he was able to focus once again he opened his crimson eyes and found he was staring into those beautiful toxic lavender eyes of his look-alike.

"I'm still dreaming.." mumbled Yugi. He was leaning over the edge of the chair and staring down at crimson eyes... eyes like jewels crafted straight from the purest of blood. His mind felt foggy and clouded, it didn't help when all he could hear was a loud thumping and crashing, and maybe someone calling his name... maybe, it didn't sound quite right. "Ryou stop banging around! I've got a headache!" Yugi rubbed his eyes while half consciously yelling at his roommate.

"Yugi, I'm not bloody banging on anything. Bakura's in the closet and he's almost broken out. What are we gonna do?" Ryou was frantic, a lamp wasn't going to cut it this time. He really wished Yugi hadn't been drugged so bad, maybe then they might have stood a chance.

Atem suddenly started yelling at them in Egyptian. Ryou gave him a blank stare because he understood nothing, and Yugi still seemed quite out of it. The Pharaoh continued to yell in an attempt to make some kind of point but even he was realizing that it was of no use. The demons did not understand him, well at least not the white-haired one. The demon that looked like himself seemed to have a primitive understanding of him. Maybe this was his chance, if he could communicate with this demon maybe just maybe...

Yugi blinked several times still trying to clear his unfocused vision and put some order to his drugged brain. He felt warm hands against his face, soothing warm hands that made him feel a smoldering heat in the depths of his heart. He could get lost in that feeling, and he would have if not for his head being lifted and someone yelling at him rather loudly in Egyptian. If he understood correctly they were saying something about danger, and death, and thief. It took him several minutes to process these things and their meanings, he really was lacking in Egyptian, Yugi considered taking classes next term, it might be beneficial. All of a sudden his mind was jolted from is drowsy state as he registered pain, he swiftly fell backward and tumbled off the chair and onto the hard floor. "Ooooww~!" he whined Yugi looked up at the assailant and finally recognized it as Yami. "Y-yami! You are here! This isn't a dream!" Yugi sat up and rubbed the side of his face, his dark had struck him really hard.

Atem was relieved as it seemed the little demon before him had finally come to his senses. He began desperately telling the little one what was happening and that the white-haired demon needed help. In his fear and desperation Atem barely felt the pain from his various wounds, instead he was trying his hardest to get the demon on his feet. The demon looked a little confused but it seemed that the situation was dawning on him as he slowly got up and called to his friend.

"Ryou, that's Bakura isn't it?" Yugi was referring to the sickening crack that came from the hallway.

"Yeah, might be nice if you grabbed something and helped, he'll be here any minute." Ryou called back. His hand was shaking but he held the butter knife at ready and had grabbed a book to throw at the thief as well.

Atem yelled to them in Egyptian again. It was supposed to be words of encouragement but all Yugi made out was something like, "Do not have mercy on that thief. Use your demonic powers. Demons like yourselves should have no problem with this wretch." Yugi came to the realization that Yami thought they were demons, and if he remembered correctly Bakura had called them that too. A plan suddenly formulated in Yugi's mind...

Yugi swiftly grabbed the knife out of Ryou's hand. His roommate fixed him with an appalled look but was not given the chance to dwell on that as Yugi suddenly grabbed him and held the butter knife to his friend's throat. "Play along." He hissed in Ryou's ear. Ryou let out a whimper and was about to ask what was going on when Bakura suddenly appeared in the entrance of the room.

The Thief King scanned the room and his eyes quickly found the Pharaoh on the floor, and the two demons standing a few feet away. His quick eyes assessed the situation and came to the realization that one of the demons had a knife to the other's throat. Touzouku raised an eyebrow at this, what was this farce carried out before his eyes? Why was the Pharaoh spawn holding a knife to the thief's own demonic look-alike?

Yugi suddenly yelled at Bakura. Using his best Egyptian he attempted to explain to the Yami what was going on. "He die! You die!" Yugi jabbed Ryou in the throat for emphasis, and heard his friend give out a pained yelp. "You die, he die! He die, you die!" Yugi looked over at the Atem for help, He hoped at least one of the yami's understood. Atem must have realized what his demon was trying to say, because his eyes got larger.

Atem yelled at Bakura too. "Touzouku! Heed that demon! He is speaking your death! If your demon is to perish you will also. You have been tied it seems to your mirror!"

Touzouku looked incredulous. "What is this?" he gestured his hand at the demons. "Mirror's summoned for our own demise? Are you mad Pharaoh?"

"You can test them Thief, but it will be at your own risk. Tell me, are you willing to attempt it?"

The Thief King glanced back and forth between the Pharaoh and the demons. He did not want to believe that his life was reliant upon such fragile looking creatures, but with no proof other wise he was forced to take their word. "What will they have me do?" He asked the Pharaoh.

"Peace!" Yugi shouted in Egyptian. "No harm. No harm anyone!" He loosened his hold on Ryou.

Touzouku didn't seem to like these conditions. He glared menacingly at the Pharaoh and also at the demons, he had no idea the extent of these demon's powers and what purpose they served. Purpose besides an eminent ticket to death.

Yugi released Ryou, who now turned to him and said, "What exactly is going on here! You just grabbed me and held a knife to my neck! I cant understand Egyptian, Yugi!" His white-haired friend was quite flustered as he flung his hands about and moved from one foot to the other not quite sure what to do. It was just a butter knife... but still with enough force even a spoon can be deadly.

"I'm sorry Ryou, I had to act fast. I'm using the fact that we look like them against them." Yugi was now speaking in Japanese again. "I told them that if you were to be killed, Bakura would die and vice versa. Also the same for me and Atem."

"Oh? Is that all?" asked Ryou sarcastically. He rubbed his neck to get the feeling of the knife away from it, then snatched the utensil out of Yugi's grip. Ryou waved the knife around a bit out of nervousness as he took several steps away from Yugi. Atem was still on the floor but was now trying to crawl back on the couch, even so he kept a watchful eye on Yugi and Ryou and...

"GAH!" Yugi hit the ground hard as Bakura was suddenly on top of him. There was a rather excited and crazed look in the thief's eyes as he suddenly held an old style dagger to the young man's neck. Yugi felt cold fear grip his body as the metal pressed against his skin. White teeth flashed as Bakura grinned evilly.

"Time to DIE Pharaoh!" howled the thief in his own language. "You made a serious error placing your life in something so~" he almost whispered that last word, putting soft melody to it as if savoring it. "~fragile."

"STOP!" screamed Ryou. He may have screamed it in Japanese but it was desperate and shrill enough to get both the Pharaoh's and the Thief's attention. Both Egyptians turned to see what was happening. Thinking fast Ryou held the newly acquired butter knife to his own throat. "Kill him and you die!" Ryou threatened uselessly. Even though the Egyptians did not understand his words, Ryou's motives and actions spoke enough. Bakura took on a defeated look and slowly pulled the knife from Yugi's neck. The white-haired thief said a few things in his own language that didn't sound terribly polite and got off of Ryou's roommate. Ryou kept the butter knife against his own neck, feeling rather silly for it, but thanking the heavens that this actually worked. "Sit!" he commanded, he pointed at a chair.

Bakura fixed him with a look but appeared to understand Ryou's simple command. The thief took a seat and growled under his breath. Atem who had been startled by the sudden assault to is demon, recovered and pulled himself onto the couch not far from where Bakura was. Bakura was livid and only glared at Ryou with a severe intensity, while Atem had an expression of mild relief.

After a good ten minutes things seemed to have settled down, Atem was resting on the couch Yugi had gotten off the floor and was now rummaging through the first aid kit for something, and Ryou was now standing uselessly in the middle of the room clutching a butter knife and trying to understand what was going on. Bakura was still sitting in the chair glaring and hating the world and all its contents, but he remained obedient. And for that Ryou was glad, finally calming his nerves Ryou shoved the butter knife in his pocket as if sheathing it and gave a "HA!" It felt good to know that he was now in control of the situation.

"I want some tea!" announced Ryou. "He looked over at Yugi, "Would you like some tea? Because I want tea, I want it right now." Ryou marched confidently into the kitchen towards his objective.

Yugi was a little dumbfounded by his roommates sudden declaration, Ryou hadn't even waited to hear if Yugi had wanted tea or not. But he quickly shook off his confusion in favor of glancing warily at Bakura who had now fixed Yugi with a very... mean... look. Yugi backed off a little holding some gauze he had obtained from the first aid kit in hopes that he could change Atem's bandages.

"Don't you even think about it!" Yelled Ryou as he poked his head into the room. He pointed the knife at Bakura who was sporting a defeated look once again. Ryou watched as the thief settled back into the chair grumbling but being obedient. When he was sure the thief understood Ryou resumed his quest for tea, and returned to the kitchen.

Yugi approached Atem carefully with the gauze clutched tightly in his hands. As gently as he could, he said, "Me help," in Egyptian in hopes that his Yami might understand his intentions. Atem seemed to understand but was skeptical in how Yugi planned to help him. To answer his Mou hitori no Boku's questioning stare, Yugi pointed at the sjredded bandages on Atem's chest and raised the gauze to show him it was the same material. Atem had been digging at the bandages earlier, and now they weren't being as effective as they should.

The Pharaoh stared coldly at the gauze, assessing it, then he turned to stare at his demon, scrutinizing him with his crimson eyes. Finally Atem deemed his demon's intentions harmless enough and made a gesture that granted the demon permission to redress his wounds. He was slightly started at the small creatures eagerness as it happily bounded up to him and began removing the older sweaty bandages. Atem came to the conclusion that his demon was a generally happy creature from the way it seemed pleased by such little things.

Atem winced as cold hands made contact with his skin, it was painful, just the temperature difference was noticeable. The demon however misinterpreted Atem's flinching and drew his hands away carefully and began a quiet chanting of some kind in it's own language. The Pharaoh could almost scold himself, he must have given the demon the wrong impression, so he reached out and took the creatures hand. "I'm fine." he told it in his simplest Egyptian. "Cold." he added as an explanation.

"You're cold?" Yugi asked in japanese. Easily forgetting the obvious language barrier. He quickly yanked the blanket out of the chair he had been sleeping in the night before and draped it over his Yami. Atem however was quite startled and at first slapped at the blanket in defense.

Then he realized it was a normal blanket and that the demon had misunderstood him. He gave out a sigh, and gripped the demon's hand tighter. "No. Cold." he insisted jabbing at Yugi's hand with his finger. The demon must have finally realized what he meant because it's eyes widened and its mouth formed a large "O." Atem smiled at the demon as it sheepishly grinned and placed its other hand playfully on the Pharaoh's side. His smile only lasted a moment as he was suddenly offended by this and smacked the demon's hand away. He gave it a warning glare and it understood and became serious.

The thief King who had been watching the exchange at first with an expression of curiosity, had become amused. Then his mood quickly shifted to disgust as it seemed the Pharaoh and his demon were getting close. He looked away in distaste and wondered where his scrawny little light-skinned demon had run off to. He was half tempted to get up and go search for it, but remembered that he had been ordered to sit. And as much as the curiosity killed him to go find out what the demon was up to, he also favored his life too much to risk putting himself through the demon's wrath. He wanted to believe the demons valued their own life, but he couldn't be positive and thus refused to chance the possibility of causing his own death.

Ryou returned about ten minutes later with a tray of mugs. Each mug had Earl Gray tea in it and was just about finished in the steeping process. He eyed Bakura warily as he passed the thief and set the tray on the coffee table in front of the couch. There were four mugs but he doubted if the Yaml's trusted him enough to actually drink it. But Ryou's mommy had raised him to be polite and the polite thing to do was to offer your guests a drink... no matter how unexpected they were. Yugi was thrilled though and grabbed a cup of tea with lots of enthusiasm. He wasted no time shoveling several spoonfuls of sugar in it and then taking a generous sip. Atem was watching him with much interest and curiosity. Yugi's enthusiasm was dampened slightly as he realized what kind of tea it was, but he still enjoyed it even though it was not one of his favorites.

Ryou fixed his own cup of tea adding a bit of cream and taking a sip before turning his gaze to Bakura. Bakura was watching them with a very skeptical look and Ryou decided to be as nice as possible and shoved one of the mugs toward the thief in an attempt to convince him to drink it. Bakura refused to trust the demons and instead dumped the cup of tea on the floor in a blatant display that he did not trust them and would therefore not consume the substances they offered.

Atem out of spite seized a cup of tea and took a large sip of it, just to tease Touzouku. After getting a good taste of the substance that entered his mouth, the pharaoh had to fight off the urge to cough, and forced a swallow. Then he smiled smugly at the thief. Touzouku just glared at him and crossed his arms over his chest.

Yugi noticed the exchange and also picked up on the apparent distaste Atem had for the tea. He felt bad that he could not explain the tea to his Mou Hitori no Boku, but opted for pushing the sugar and cream towards him instead. Atem eyed the sugar and cream before turning his gaze to Yugi. He must have remembered that Yugi had put the sugar in his own tea because Atem reached out his hand and sampled both the sugar and the cream with his finger. Yugi watched as a look of approval reached his face and was relieved when Atem began doctoring his tea and testing the flavor.

Ryou was tired and was having trouble keeping his grip on his tea. Periodically he placed the cup on the coffee table before snatching it up in favor of sipping it again. He had stayed up too late the night before and hadn't gotten nearly enough sleep before Bakura had woken him up with the incessant pounding. After several more cups of tea he felt his nerves calm enough and against his better judgment he began nodding off. He really hoped Yugi would be alright and that Bakura would heed his warnings and not try anything because he was really tired. The last thing he remembered before sleep claimed him was Yugi giggling at something or other and then he was gone.

Thanks for reading, and I hope to update this again soon. Please leave a review and tell us how we did so my friend and I know how to improve our story. Much appreciated. thanks. ;)