Oh God, I'm so sorry for taking so long to update! I had so many school tests and a writer's block, but here it is! Finally! (So sorry guys. And it got long again. Sigh.)
dragonwitch250, thanks! Here's the next chap! ;)
Howl3, hehehe, I've always thought about how anyone would know Yami's sex without Yugi around if he was in 'shadow form' like in this fic! ^-^;. Hahaha! That would have been priceless, but he needs to learn how to talk first! He will gradually turn in his real self, but he has a lot to learn and needs to see Yugi at least one time until then. So yeah, it will take a good while, especially since I want to add some orphanage!fluff before Gozaburo arrives. (I kinda wonder how long he will be around too. :p)
This one will be probably the last one before Gozaburo appears.
(If anyone wants to play the game Yami plays in this chap, just google: Circle the Cat . It can help you to understand what the heck Yami did down there! xD)
Warnings: Gore. Not THAT bad but. Gore. Bad language. Angry Yami.
It has been some months.
Seto and Mokie quickly become accustomed to add Yami into their routine.
They would wake up, go brush their teeth with the other boys, get back to the room and play jokenpo to decide who would take Yami in the backpack in the morning. After that would be the recess, where they would take the time to stop and study what exactly their dark ghost was. At lunch Yami would switch backpacks and would get a bit of the two brothers' food before they get back to class. After school, everyone showered and spent the rest of the afternoon doing whatever they wanted. Seto preferred to study the best ways to challenge his new 'father' but he also used this time to bathe Yami every once in a while, with the gardener's hoses. The spirit didn't like it at all, but the boys had fun playing with the soap and laughing at the hilarious sight that was a wet Yami.
The days were being much brighter for the two orphans. Having this new 'pet' to distract them and play with helped to keep their stress levels very low. Besides that, Yami made them feel safe. Even with the many horrific killings that were taking place uncomfortably near- and sometimes even inside-the orphanage, they weren't afraid to go out and play outside, especially now that everyone else was terrified with the situation and they had privacy enough to let Yami out to get some fresh air.
"Where did Yami go?" Seto asked Mokie, sighing when leaving his chair. He was reading about this Gozaburo guy for months! Even after having studied him and his strategies to the point of exhaustion, the old man seemed to have no weaknesses! With a grunt of disgust, he threw the book 'Best Chess Players of All Time' with violence on the old man wasn't so high in the rankings for nothing.
"He's sunbathing on the roof." Said Mokuba, distracted with the Little Red Riding Hood puzzle he was assembling. "I left him there since no one is going out to play or see the sunset anymore." The boy rolled his eyes. "It's like they think that the murderer will sudenly jump out the wall and kill them or something!"
Nodding to the little boy, Seto left the room through the window, which had become a more frequent route for the brothers than the door itself.
The blue-eyed boy climbed up the fire escape attached to the building's side. Getting to the roof, he saw his pet ghost stretched across the wooden extent. "Yami!" He called, approaching him.
Two golden eyes opened lazily, blinking. Slowly, the dark being stood up, stretched and wrapped himself around the smaller being, purring as a sign of affection. Smiling, Seto pushed him lightly. "Come on, let's go down, it's getting late."
Yami entered the smaller's backpack with a disapproving groan, but without much resistance. The brown-haired boy got down quickly but wasn't able to return to his room before a voice made him stop.
"Hey kid!" Seto winced before slowly turning to the policeman who ran up to him. "Uhhh ... Yes sir?" He murmured, holding the straps of his backpack tighter.
The man shook his head and scolded him for being out of his room at the nightfall. "There is a violent killer in the neighborhood." He emphasized. "For your own safety, stay inside the building. Me and my colleagues are investigating a new case, right next door. If you see something or someone suspicious don't hesitate in calling us."
Seto nodded quickly, wanting to get back to his room as fast as possible. Yami was already twitching nervously in his backpack and he didn't want the spirit to get angry. Once the policeman had finished speaking, the boy went out as fast as he could.
The man grabbed his arm. Before any of them could do anything, a loud growl was issued by the kid's backpack. Seto pulled his bag to his chest, thanked the police and ran to his room before the man could say nothing else.
'Locking' his room's door, Seto leaned against the wall and sank down to the ground, panting from running so fast. Mokuba, who was still trying to piece together the last pieces of the puzzle, looked at him.
"Nii-sama? Is something wrong?" The boy asked with concern. "Where's Yami?"
The boy with blue eyes opened his backpack, and the spirit came out like a whirlwind, prowling the room like he was extremely stressed about something and making the bedroom's temperature decrease with his bad mood.
"Grrrr ... gaaaargh ..."
Startled, Mokie attempted to calm the creature, without success. "What happened Seto? I've never seen Yami act like this!"
"I don't know! He seemed calm a few minutes ago but-" The small kid stopped to put his hand on his arm, which was throbbing slightly. He slowly connected the dots and murmured, embarrassed: ". I think... he thought that... that guy wanted to hurt me..."
"Huh?"
Seto spent the next few minutes explaining to his little brother what had happened. Mokuba's eyes widened with recnoziment.
"Dawww, he's worried about you!" Teased the little boy. Seto rolled his eyes.
"This killer thing is more serious than I thought. These cops are practically living with us." The older one changed the subject while making the spirit stop moving around the room, drawing him to the bed with some honey cookies. When Yami was close enough, Seto began to stroke him in the back of his head, knowing that this would calm the ghost down.
"That's because there have been many murders around here, and all the victims were people who came here at least once during the last few months. Teachers, staff, some bullies ..."
"Only people who deserve it, huh?"
"Nii-sama!"
"Mokuba, you know that all the victims weren't good people. The boy who stole your lunch, the crazy teacher who used to slap me, the janitor who locked people in the supply closet ... even if they didn't deserve to die, none of them was a saint." The blue-eyed boy said, a frown marring his features.
The dark ghost began to purr on his lap.
Someone tried to open the door that wouldn't open because of the heavy chair that was holding it's handle.
"Argh, not again!" Cried a young voice behind the door. "Seto! Let us in! You're pissing us off already!"
Yami desperately crawled under the covers while Seto got down the bed quickly. "I'm going!" He complained, pulling the chair with some difficulty to let his roommates in. The two boys entered grimacing, and the smallest one immediately began to complain:
"Why you always do this ?! This room is for all of us! It's not as if we had something to hide!"
"Me and Mokie just like to have privacy, that's all. You and the others are out all day anyway, why we can't even lock the door in peace?"
Sighing an angry sigh, the bald boy ran his hand over his smooth head. "You know what? We'll just get our earphones and get out. wants to give another talk in the refectory tonight."
"Oh no ..." Seto and Mokie groaned simultaneously. Mrs. Meishin was an extremely superstitious woman who insisted that the several heinous murders that were happening in the neighborhood were a work of ghosts and evil spirits. The lectures she gave in the refectory were usually just nonsense as ways to defend against spirits or the like. The brown haired boy shivered as he remembered that this sort of thing could actually hurt his newest friend.
"You better hurry up, we should be there a few minutes ago." He said the other boy, narrowing his eyes to Seto. The blue-eyed kid smiled an embarrassed grin before grabbing his backpack and throwing it under the covers of his bed. Those cookies should keep Yami at bay until the lecture ends.
The two young roommates looked at each other and shrugged before leaving. Mokuba was still trying to complete his puzzle, muttering angrily.
"C'mon Mokie." Seto insisted, pulling the little boy away from the game.
The lecture went as normal. Incenses, coarse salt, garlic, holy water ... the woman again dictated the 'weapons' available and how to use them. The brown-haired boy was about to fall asleep when she called a man to stand in front of the kids.
"Children, this is Kyandoru. The best hunter of supernatural beings who I could find. He'll inspect the rooms and expel whatever is the thing that is killing our loved ones." The teacher said with a frightfully akin to relief tone.
Seto could feel ice knives tearing his chest.
Looking at Mokie, the blue-eyed kid noticed that his little brother had the same horrified look on his face.
"Yami!"
"Inspect all the rooms... it won't be necessary, Miss. Meishin." The blond man said while turning on a strange device that looked like a measurer. "I already know that whatever it is, is in the east wing of the building. A large concentration of paranormal activity was concentrated primarily in this region, and that's where I will start hunting." Kyandoru turned and headed straight toward Seto and Mokie's room, who were looking at him with wide eyes.
All children were anxious, wanting to follow the hunter, but the woman didn't let them leave the room. Mokuba looked at his brother, who was sounding buckets with wide eyes filled with fear. He narrowed his eyes.
"GAAAAAAAH"
The brown-haired boy jumped when his younger brother suddenly fell to the ground, screaming his lungs out. For Seto was obvious that the boy wasn't hurt, but soon everyone had approached to see what was happening.
Quickly realizing what Mokie was doing, Seto smiled and ran after the hunter while no one was looking. "Thank you Mokie..." He thanked as he ran desperately through the halls.
When he arrived in his room, the door was already open. He bursted in his bedroom as a scream sounded through the walls.
The blond man had thrown Yami's blankets away and was holding a long iron bar, coated with salt. His green eyes were focused on the ghost, who had adopted a threatening position on the bed, the tips of his fingers becoming sharp and his black teeth getting frighteningly pointy. A deep and hate-filled growl was being emitted from the spirit's chest, and his golden eyes shone with anxiety and irritation. The room was freezing, but what actually made the little boy shudder was the noise of all escape routes slamming and bolting around the room, locking them inside.
"Ghn!" The hunter shook the dangerous piece of iron towards Yami as fast as he could, but the spirit shot out of bed as a dark smoke, curling up around the man's legs and making him lose his balance.
"Gah!" Kyandoru growled as his back hit the frozen floor. Gritting his teeth, he struck the dark being that had towered over him with the salted bar, tearing a hideous cry of pain off the creature who was pushed by the blow. A wet sound echoed in the room when the soft body crushed against the wall. Yami leaned weakly on his huge black hands, a gruesome golden cut caused by the harmful salt now open on his belly, making the liquid gold inside his body drain quietly to the cold ground. The precious substance froze instantly. A miserable sound was emitted from the being's throat, but he rose again even so, his eyes burning with fury.
Seto couldn't prevent a small cry from escaping his throat as those menacing eyes turned to him. Yami's face went from deadly hatred to terror and anxiety just as golden eyes met blue gems. "Ghraah...!"
The blond man laughed when he was finally aware of Seto's presence. "Watch and learn boy!" And he shook his weapon again, striking the ghost in the arm while the creature was too busy looking at his little friend in fear and shock.
A painful roar crossed with a wretched cry echoed in the dark room. Laughing, the hunter pulled the iron bar from Yami's flesh, leaving the spirit torn and trembling on the ground while he cleaned the stick golden liquid away from his bar with a white cloth. "These are my favorites." He said. "It's always more fun to finish them yourself- and manually."
Seto wanted to deny it, he wanted to ask the man to stop, but no word was rising in his throat. The deep cuts... the horrendous injuries on his newest friend left him paralyzed. He didn't want to lose him. He couldn't lose him.
Pictures from his parents after the accident flashed behind his eyes again. The lack of an arm. The cuts on the belly.
Feeling his friend's fear, Yami's bulky body became hard and spiky as a third eye blinked bright on his forehead. The atmosphere of the room became just as dark and dense as the deepest ocean, and all that was still visible were several geometric shapes... hexagonal shapes, whose edges shone with a yellow glow across the entire dark room's lenght.
The place suddenly seemed much, much bigger.
With an insane smile, the hunter took a large bag of salt off the bag he was carrying and threw a handful towards the creature. Yami dodged it, and all the hexagons where the salt touched became completely colored with a golden color, forcing Yami to a certain direction. "Heh!" Kyandoru scoffed. "You're the type who likes to play little games? I don't need to lose time with it to blow you away!"
Seto observed trembling while the hunter tossed more and more salt in the towards the spirit, who avoided it easily, never touching the hexagons where the salt settled. Before long, it became obvious that this was a game that the hunter could ever win. With a few drops of sweat running down his face, he turned to Seto, and smiled.
"Sorry kid. I need to buy some time."
With those words, he ran to the boy who was huddled against the wall and threw him toward the ghost roughly- a distraction so he could straighten his weapons properly.
The blue-eyed child reached the bulky black body with a scream, finally regaining his senses. A sigh escaped his lips as he turned to his pet, a huge smile opening across his face.
"Yam-" Seto stopped when he saw the crazed look inside the normally warm yellow eyes. The sight of so much anger in such a gentle being left the brown haired one with a cold shiver down his spine. The creature's third eye flashed with rage and hatred as he wrapped the small body protectively with his gluey body, dark tentacles crackling on the floor. An animalistic growl was thrown towards the hunter, drops of black saliva staining the ground like water while the spirit slowly, ominously got out of the playing board that had been completely colored, announcing his victory it the moment Seto was thrown in the game.
The blond man was apparently setting an water gun... whatever it was, it didn't stop the gigantic creature of darkness, which carefully let Seto leave his dense body before moving to give the hunter his well deserved punishment.
Kyandoru was waiting for it.
"Holy water, bitch." He muttered as he aimed directly between the spirit's eyes with a manic smile. The ghost's golden mouth opened even further, sharp teeth on display, ready for slaughter.
"STOP IT!"
Seto wasn't sure for whom he was saying it.
Yami hesitated, but the hunter didn't miss a beat.
The holy water trickled harmlessly by the creature's face.
"I-It did nothing ?!"
The already strange features of the ghost became distorted with rage. With a furious roar, Yami grabbed the man's leg before he could escape and bit him down hard on the stomach. The creature's mouth was so big that it was able to hold the hunter's entire upper body up and inside as he shook his head from side to side, reveling in the blood that began to fill his mouth.
The blue-eyed boy who was huddled several feet behind had his eyes wide with fear and terror. "S-STOP!" He cried, hiding his head between his legs to try to drown out the man that was being split in half horrifying cries of pain. "STOP!"
For the first time since they met, Yami hearkened not.
Crushing one leg of the hunter who was desperately trying to kick him away on the ground until satisfactory crack sounds reached his ears, Yami turned his head so hard he tore the man in the middle, spreading his interiors all over the room. Red covered the floor and walls. The ghost spat out the man's upper body away, and it struggled for a few seconds with gurgling screams before actually dying.
Golden eyes admired his work before the massive body shook up like a wet dog would do, spreading even more of the hot liquid over the previously impeccable room.
With a happy huff, he turned to Seto, his bright eyes blinking innocently.
Aaaaand, cliffhanger. Sorry ;-;.
(I'll try to don't do it again!) I still have many tests to go (Physics...*shivers*) so don't hope to see me again soon. I'll try to show up here again as fast as I can, but don't wait for me! (T-T)
(Any guesses of why the Holy Water didn't work in our beloved pharaoh? :)