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Chapter 3
Yami sighed as Seto left the room. Yami didn't need a bodyguard! He could take care of himself. He was the King of Assassins', for goodness sakes! He didn't need some worthless man following him around all the time. Yami glared at his desk.
His cousin could really be annoying sometimes.
What did he mean, it would be good to have someone close?! Nobody willing to take on the job was a good enough fighter anyway.
Yami looked up from his desk and glared at the huge grandfather clock as it ticked away the day.
He hadn't gotten a wink of sleep-not like he needed it- but he still couldn't help but think about that boy.
The boy.
Yami closed his eyes. The boy had breath-stealing amethyst eyes that glimmered in the moonlight like rare gems. He had his unique hair that still baffled him on its resemblance to his own. He was short, but then again, so was he. He growled just thinking about the horrid condition the boy's body had been in, and yet he had moved so skillfully.
The boy.
The boy who saved his life.
He hated admitting it, but it was true. He really should stop going out for his midnight walks. They always ended in disaster.
He would have died, if not been seriously wounded, if not for that boy. That was debt that one could never stop repaying.
But why did the one who had to save him have to be so damn cute?!
Slamming his fist into his desk, he leapt out of the imprisoning room and through the window to land on the street surrounding the guild. The sun was in the middle of kissing the horizon goodnight. Maybe today was a good day to check to see how the guild was doing.
In the blink of an eye, Yami stood in front of the guild's doors. The boy still lingered in his mind like a haunting ghost that didn't want to go away.
He'd have to ask who that boy was. Surely someone with his skills would have some sort of reputation. Plus, Seto knew everything.
Opening the doors with practiced ease, Yami surveyed the crowd which had gone completely silent and still at his appearance.
Now the fun would begin.
….
Yugi didn't dare move.
He didn't even blink.
Why was the room so quiet?
Just then, Seto, the man who bought him, walked into the room. He hesitated for a moment to see who everyone was looking at.
"Hello King Yami." He said in his proud voice.
"Hello Seto." Hawk like carmine eyes snapped to icy blue ones. The man's voice was a deep baritone. Yugi was mesmerized.
Wait- the King? As in the King of Assassins', the one and only leader of Birch, the Boss?
No.
"Well what do we have here?" The man-Yami-said as he approached the fight that had so abruptly stopped in the Arena.
"I've got an excellent slave fighter, sir." Ushio said, confidence dripping from his voice.
Yami gestured forward, allowing for the fight to continue. Soon, the hall was full of jeering and taunting once more.
Yugi had yet to move. His eyes were glued to Yami. As if feeling a gaze upon him, the king of assassins' looked up. Their eyes locked.
Yugi felt as if he were drowning in those dark, blood red eyes. They were surprised upon seeing him, but they soon become level and calculating. They beckoned to Yugi. He was trapped.
A roar from the crowd did not break their gaze. Ushio's slave had won yet again.
"There is not a slave in this guild that can beat him!" Ushio proclaimed.
It was then that Yami swung his head around and considered him.
"I do not believe that to be true."
The crowd fell silent once more. Ushio looked indignant.
"Who could beat me?!"
"He could." Yami smirked slightly and nodded in Yugi's direction. Yugi just stared, amethyst eyes wide.
There was a pause in the crowd, before everyone burst out laughing. However, upon seeing Yami's serious expression, the sniggers were wiped off their faces.
Yami looked over at Yugi expectantly, calling him over with his eyes.
Yugi dropped his broom and limped as if in a trance over to the Arena. Death glares stabbed at him. He looked up shyly at the man he had saved just the night before. He winked and nodded at the Arena.
Yugi gulped and nodded, blood sticking in his throat.
He slid down the side of the Arena, stumbling a little when he reached the bottom. The crowd laughed at this, and people began to jeer at him.
Yugi looked across the Arena at the well-built, stocky form of his opponent.
He glanced up at Yami one more time. He was met with hard eyes. The man above him nodded. He carried his name on his shoulders. The trust in those eyes made Yugi blink.
Yugi looked back at his opponent. He wasn't ridiculous tall, but he was taller than him. Muscles rippled underneath his torn shirt. He had small, beady scheming eyes that glared down at him, laughing silently. His short brown hair was matted in sweat. There wasn't a single cut or bruise on him, unlike Yugi, who was riddled with wound after wound after wound.
He took a step forward, the man did nothing.
"Come on, hurry up with the fighting!"
"Knock him out!"
"Show that puny little boy whose boss!"
Yugi looked straight into the man's beady eyes, and closed his own. He took a breath, erasing the pain that gnawed and chewed and burned.
When he opened his eyes, they were so highly attuned he could have seen dust on the man's nose- bright amethyst splintering into an explosion of detail. The only sound he heard was both of their breathing, his heartbeat, and the man's shifting feet. The roars of the crowd were no more. He had a bad left ankle, Yugi observed, and his right shoulder is weak just below the pressure point, probably from a previous fight based on the hairline scar that only he could see. The smell of sweat and blood filled his nose. He felt it.
He was the behind the man in a flash, kicking him in the left ankle. The man grunted in pain, leaping to his right to avoid Yugi. Yugi merely used his momentum to flip off the nearly vertical Arena wall and shoot behind him. Swiftly, Yugi swung his hand down hard on the scar he had noticed before. The man screamed in pain and grasped his shoulder as he fell to his knees as he put to much weight on his injured ankle.
Finishing the job, Yugi swiftly knocked him out with a chop to the back of the neck.
He blinked, and his senses calmed down. The adrenaline lingered, however. The room was fatally silent. Yugi looked up.
The dark eyes of Ushio were narrowed angrily at him, fuming. All the other assassins' held mixed expressions of surprise and hatred. Yugi's amethyst gaze finally landed on Yami's crimson eyes.
A smug smile was tugging at his lips.
"You," Yami said, nodding at him once more. "Come with me."
Yugi leapt gracefully out of the Arena and followed him. Eyes stared. Yugi bowed his head as he was led up an enormous flight of stairs. Upon passing through several hallways, they came to a large door with the millennium puzzle etched in its dark surface. They entered.
It was a study of some sort. A huge desk sat opposite a large grandfather clock. A stubby chair sat opposite a long, open window that expanded the length of the room.
Yami sat down at the desk and stared at him. Yugi shifted uneasily under the frank scrutiny. The silence was as fragile as glass.
"Please, sit down." Yami shattered the glass.
Yugi looked at the short chair and sat down, facing Yami.
The silence rebuilt. Yami continued to look at him, emotions flitting in his eyes. Yugi recognized anger, and he felt that all too familiar fear yank at him.
"What's your name little one?" The deep baritone resonated in Yugi's lungs.
"Yugi." He whispered.
"Do you know who I am?"
Yugi nodded, too afraid to speak.
"That didn't seem the case last night."
Yugi nodded again.
Silence.
"You saved my life without knowing who or what I was, didn't you?"
Another nod.
Yami's eyes were ablaze. Yugi almost whimpered, and he bit his lip. He was going to die now, wasn't he?
Silence once more. But Yugi only had to look into those red eyes. They gleamed with anger, cold and deadly.
Abruptly, Yami stood up and looked out of his window, as if deep in thought.
"Who did that to you?"
Yugi blinked. What did he mean? He then looked back down at his wounds. Oh. That.
"People." Yugi whispered quietly.
"From the guild?"
"Yes."
The last ounces of adrenaline that had thus far kept Yugi from giving into severe exhaustion were dripping away. Yugi's mind silently protested with his body. He must stay awake, stay alert. This man in front of him could kill him in a heartbeat.
Not like he would have a choice anyway. He was a slave after all.
Yami turned around to face him just as all of his energy was zapped out of him. Yugi crumpled out of the chair and onto the floor.
"Yugi!"
Yami was beside him in an instant. Yugi propped himself up on his elbows, weakly smiling.
"Sorry master. I did not mean to do that."
Yami helped him up back into his chair, but the boy really needed a place to lie down. Picking him up bridal style, Yami carried him into the adjoining room, which was his bedroom. Yugi weighed close to nothing, Yami observed.
Eyelids were veiling amethyst, and before he had even lain him on his bed, the young one was asleep.
Yami half smiled-half frowned at the boy. What was he to do now?
Striding out of the room, he searched for Seto.
Maybe having a bodyguard wasn't such a bad idea.
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