Disclaimer: *mumbles about the injustices of the world * -_-;

Warning: Chapter two ingredients:

1. A hint of lime… *Ians_K gets a slice of lime and is about to throw it in when some smaller print catches her eye* …try again… *OK…..she cuts the slice in half* …nope… *she cuts the half in half* ….ok….. *sweatdrop*

2. A pinch of Seto torture…. *stifling a sob she reaches into a jar and pulls out one Seto, throwing him into the mix*

3. A dash of Yami torture…*stifling another sob she reaches into a different jar and pulls out a hand full of Yamis, throwing them into the mix* (sorry guys ;-;)

4. Some black liquidy substance…. *throws it in*

5. Weirdness…..lots…..*sweatdrop*

6. OOC-ness on the side…..

Don’t know if the OOC-ness will be here but….just in case, also have tried to write something limey!!!! *go me* Weirdness abounds so tread carefully. Please R&R. Hugs to those that already have….I love you guys….^^….. Oh also adding AU to the mix since my muse has decided to redo everyone’s pasts!!!! Not that I knew what those pasts where in the first place…..well, this is getting kinda long so I’ll leave it at this.

/…./ someone’s thinking //….// yami’s thinking *****flashback***** ~*~someone’s dreaming~*~



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1 Darkness

Chapter II



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“Yami?”

“Hmmm….”

“Where are we?”

“Dreaming.”

“Oh….”

Darkness surrounded them. There was no light, the only sound was of their hollow footsteps echoing in the empty void that was their dreams. Out of the darkness shapes began to take form, melting out of the shadows, light against the dark.

As they continued to walk the void enveloping them began to warp and twist taking shape around them. Illuminated by the colossal figures that now littered its landscape. The tapering path on which they walked was flanked on either side by sprawling forests of massive stone statues. Statues that seemed vaguely familiar….

Curious Yugi wondered from the path he walked with Yami approaching one of the statues. As he reached its base and looked up he couldn’t help but release a small gasp of surprise.

“Gaia….” Glancing over his shoulder he called out to his other. “Yami, it’s Gaia!!”

Suppressing a small smile Yami began to pick his way through the pillars of stone, coming up to stand by Yugi’s side. Reaching out to run one hand over the cold, smooth surface of the monument, he gazed up at Gaia the Fierce Knight. After a moment he released a tired sigh, letting his hand drop back to his side he turned to face Yugi, who he discovered was already wondering over to another statue.

“Yami!! Yami!!” Yugi exclaimed excitedly. “This one’s the Baby Dragon! And look, over there…” Yugi turned and pointed to another nearby statue. “…the Time Wizard!”

Smiling affectionately Yami approached his ever-zealous companion, wrapping his arms around him to ensure that he would stay put. Lowering his head he gently brushed his lips over Yugi’s ear before whispering in a soft voice. “Yes, I know. They are all from the game.”

Leaning into Yami’s comforting embrace, Yugi looked in quiet awe around them. There had to be hundreds, thousands of statues surrounding them. /But, why….?/

“Yami…?”

“Hmmm?”

“Why am I dreaming that all of the monster are made of stone?”

Laughing softly Yami replied. “You’re not. This is my dream Yugi, not yours.”

Releasing his grip, Yami stepped back from Yugi spreading his arms wide to take in their surroundings.

“Welcome to my kingdom.”

“Your kingdom?” asked Yugi amused.

“Yes, my Kingdom.” Turning slightly Yami motioned for Yugi to follow. “Come there is something I want to show you.”

As they started to make their way back to the path a low moan permeated the air, growing in intensity until it reached a fevered pitch. Crying out Yugi fell to his knees, covering his ears in a futile attempt to drown out the sound. Vaguely he could sense that Yami had also fallen to his knees.

Suppressing a sob Yugi tried to pull into himself as the scream penetrated deep into his mind, into his very soul, chilling his blood. Just when he thought that he would surely be ripped apart the cry vanished. There was no fading or gradual impression that it was to end, it just stopped.

“What…what was that?” Yugi finally managed to choke out shakily after a few minutes.

Yami dusted himself off before coming to assist Yugi to his feet.

“I…I wish I knew.”

Surprised Yugi stared up into Yami’s eyes.

“But, if this is your dream shouldn’t you know….?”

“Do you control every part of your dreams Yugi?”

“Well,…no….”

“Alright then, it doesn’t matter.”

/Doesn’t matter?!/

Yugi stared a moment at the already receding back of Yami who had begun to make his way back to the path. Glancing around him Yugi found that he no longer took comfort in the statues surrounding him and not wanting to be left behind in what now felt like a massive tomb he ran as quickly as he could to catch up.

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Minutes? Hours? Time seemed to stop as they made their way down the winding path. Their only witnesses the unseeing dead eyes of the monsters wrought in stone. Eyes that Yugi could swear turned to follow them as they trekked towards their destination.

Glancing over at Yami he wondered silently how he could be so calm. He himself was to say the very least, freaked. Yugi suddenly stopped walking.

“Yami. Yami I don’t want to be here anymore.”

Turning Yami regarded Yugi with a slightly exasperated expression. Seeing the hurt look that crossed Yugi’s eyes he sighed softly before giving Yugi a small smile.

“Don’t worry Yugi, you can go anytime you want to, just think of your own dreams and you’ll go to them.”

This seemed to comfort Yugi a little, for the slight frown in his expression vanished, replaced by a small smile of his own, albeit a hesitant one.

“Alright, how much farther do we have to go?”

Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Yami closed his eyes and lowered his head, seeming to give the question serious thought. Finally after a few minutes he answered in a grave voice. “Very far…. perhaps a little too far for you to handle.” Sullenly Yami nodded in agreement to himself.

Rolling his eyes Yugi stalked past the still nodding Yami mumbling something about an “arrogant, self-absorbed, lying….” The rest of the words fading as he continued down the path.

Smiling smugly to himself, Yami opened his eyes and turned to follow.

//Yami one, Yugi zero//

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/Finally!!/ Yugi thought as he saw something across the path in the distance. /That has to be the end./

After a few more minutes of walking they found themselves standing before a pair of massive wooden doors, their ebony surface streaked with rivers of crimson. Frowning Yugi walked around the doors, which seemed to be suspended without any support.

“Ummm…Yami there’s nothing here.” Getting no reply Yugi turned to find Yami staring at the doors with a slight frown pulling at his lips.

Almost hesitantly Yami reached out and ran two fingertips over the doors smooth surface, withdrawing them he brought his hands up to examine the bright red liquid that now adhered to his flesh.

//This shouldn’t be here. Just like that…that scream. Nothing should be here unless I let it. Not here.//

Seeing the frown on Yami’s face deepen Yugi came over to his side to see what had him so upset.

“Is…is that…blood…?” Yugi whispered shakily.

Solemnly Yami nodded his head in assent before absently whipping his hands on the side of his pants. Finding a clear spot on one of the doors, he stepped forward and began to push roughly against it. Begrudgingly and with a loud groan of protest the door yielded to him.

Stepping forward they found themselves transported to a darkened room. Cautiously Yami looked around the room, looking for anything that shouldn’t be there. Seemingly satisfied that all was as it should be he preceded further into the rooms’ confines.

As they silently began to make their way into the circular room shapes began to take form, varying in size and shape but all shining with the same luminous golden glow. Walking up to the objects Yugi let out a gasp of surprise.

“Yami this is gold, they’re all made of gold.”

“Not all of them…”

“What are they?”

“Prizes, for winning at the Shadow Games.”

Putting down an intricately carved statuette Yugi went over to stand by Yami’s side.

“They all look like gold to me.”

“Come Yugi.”

Yugi followed Yami through the stacks of golden treasures, moving steadily towards the center of the great chamber. There in its center stood two magnificent statues. One a great beast, its massive jaw frozen in a terrifying snarl, its gigantic wings unfurled around it, unmistakable in its identity. The Blue Eyes White Dragon. Wrapped within its protective embrace stood the second, a figure so known and loved by Yugi’s heart as to be known almost instantly. The Black Magician. Walking up to the imposing renditions Yugi hesitantly laid his hands upon the Blue Eyes White Dragons tail.

“They’re beautiful.”

“They were the last… I don’t remember much about when I got them…” Yami whispered sorrowfully. “They’ve always been my favorite….”

Suddenly Yugi jumped back from the statues as if he had been stung. “Yami, it moved…”

“Yugi, it’s stone, it can’t mo…”

A loud rumble came from the Blue Eyes White Dragon gaining in volume before subsiding. A cracking noise soon followed as chunks of stone fell, shattering from the Dragon, revealing blue scales underneath. The beast growled deep in its chest causing more of the stone to splinter into dust.

Completely free of its bindings the Dragon flapped its massive wings, lifted its head and let out a deafening roar. Turning its head it stared at them with cold eyes before turning to caress the statue of the Black Magician with such gentleness as was to be unexpected from a creature of its enormous stature.

Just as with the Blue Eyes White Dragon, small chunks of stone were slowly falling from the Black Magicians’ statue revealing the real thing underneath. Suddenly the Dragon let out a cry of rage and pain, convulsing in spasms of pure agony. Crying out in one last defiant roar before falling motionless to the floor. With the Dragons last drawing of breath the Black Magician was wholly revealed.

As the Black Magician awoke he turned to the fallen Dragon. Kneeling on one knee he ran his hands affectionately along its broad head before rising to face his observers.

As the Black Magician turned to face them he began to change. First his eyes once the color of pale ice turned a darker more alluring shade of blue and then his hair coming up shorter and turning into a rich brown. Throughout his expression remained the same, as it always had been and as it always will be. As one both Yami and Yugi took in a breath of air, for before them stood an exact replica of Seto Kaiba.

Unconsciously Yugi muttered aloud to himself. “I always thought he looked familiar….”

Yami just frowned.

In the middle of taking a step forward, towards them, the Black Magician/Kaiba froze, shuddered and wrapped his arms around himself as if for warmth. Taking a step back he turned his back to them instead and went to kneel by the Blue Eyes White Dragons head once more. Wrapping his arms around the beasts neck he glanced one last time back at them before closing his tear filled eyes and laying his head against the beast.

Instantly the Dragon and Black Magician splintered into tiny pieces and exploded outwards toward them. As the room also splintered it shattered, plunging them once again into darkness.

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“Where…?” Shaking his head softly Yami straightened to a sitting position. Looking around him he took in his new surroundings. He found himself sitting in a dimly lit room, which opened up on its far side to what looked to be a narrow passageway.

Yugi was nowhere in sight. Closing his eyes Yami concentrated on the essence that was Yugi, using their connection to try and locate him. //He’s not here. He must have gone back to his own dreams. Probably for the best.//

Releasing a sigh Yami slowly rose to his feet and started to move towards the only exit presented him. As he entered the narrow passageway he let his thoughts wonder over what had just happened. His dreams were becoming more erratic lately and this was beginning to worry him.

He was snapped out of his musings as the passageway dissolved around him leaving him in an empty room lighted solely by an enormous fireplace set into one wall. Before the fireplace stood a solitary chair, its back turned to him.

Recognition dawning on him, Yami couldn’t suppress the small smile that graced his lips as he walked up silently to the back of the chair. //Definitely for the best that Yugi went back to his own dreams…//

Reaching the chair Yami let the fingertips of his right hand trace lightly along its back as he moved forward to face its occupant. Seto Kaiba sat motionless in its embrace, his eyes closed as if in sleep.

Reaching out Yami ran his hand through Kaiba’s hair and around the back of his neck before letting it come up to rest gently against his cheek. Tilting his head slightly Yami regarded the unmoving man before him.

“Kirei na…..” Yami whispered breathlessly, before slowly moving forward. //Hmmm…those armrests could be a problem…// Even as the thought formed itself the armrests dissolved, causing Kaiba’s arms to fall limply by the chairs sides. //Much better…//

That obstacle now out of the way, Yami brought his other hand up to rest on Kaiba’s shoulder, settling himself comfortably on his lap. Wrapping his arms loosely around Kaiba’s neck Yami leaned forward, brushing his lips softly against Kaiba’s ear he whispered. “Please…Seto…be here…be with me….”

As if in answer Kaiba’s hands came up to rest on Yami’s hips, pulling him closer against his own body. Yami let out a shuddering gasp as he felt Seto’s lips brush along the sensitive skin of his throat. Twining his fingers through Kaiba’s hair Yami pulled back gently forcing Kaiba to abandon his administrations with a soft sigh of disappointment.

Looking into Kaiba’s lust filled eyes it was all Yami could do not to completely break down. In a shuddering voice he sobbed. “Please…please don’t look at me like that. I don’t want to see that look in your…in his eyes unless its real. Please…please close your eyes…”

Compliantly Kaiba slowly closed his eyes. Pulling Kaiba’s head closer Yami rested his forehead against the others, suppressing another sob. His own eyes closed as well Yami slowly drew his trembling lips down to meet with Kaiba’s.

The kiss was slow, the soft caress of Kaiba’s lips against his own sending shivers down Yami’s spine. Hesitantly Yami sought to deepen the kiss, gingerly running his tongue along Kaiba’s lips requesting entrance. Immediately Kaiba’s lips parted drawing Yami’s tongue into his mouth. Yami moaned softly as his tongue danced slowly, sensually with Kaiba’s. Kaiba allowing Yami to determine how deep the kiss would go.

Unable to go without air any longer Yami broke the kiss gasping for breath. Running his hands softly along Yami’s sides, Kaiba gently nuzzled the corner of his jaw before planting butterfly kisses along his neck. Moaning Yami arched his neck allowing Kaiba better access, while pulling him in closer.

Yami’s breath hitched in his throat as Kaiba started to suckle and knead once more at his throat, while at the same time allowing his hands to roam slowly over Yami’s body. Stopping to play with the buttons along the front of Yami’s jacket, Kaiba gently bit down, gaining a surprised yelp from Yami, before slowly undoing each button one at a time. Kissing the small bruise forming from his bite apologetically Kaiba started to draw Yami’s jacket off of him, Yami releasing his grip on Kaiba’s hair long enough for the jacket to be thrown forgotten to the floor.

As Kaiba’s hands wondered over the tight fitting shirt Yami wore, Yami once again drew their mouths together. As they passionately kissed Kaiba slid one hand to the small of Yami’s back pushing forward, pulling them impossibly close. Shivering at the friction between their two bodies Yami attacked Kaiba’s mouth with bruising force.

When at last they parted Yami was left shivering with uncontrollable desire. As tears slowly slid from his eyes Yami wrapped his arms tightly around Kaiba’s neck, drawing him into a tight embrace. Burying his face in Kaiba’s hair Yami half whispered, half sobbed. “If only in my dreams, if only in my dreams….”

Pulling back to find Kaiba’s lips once again Yami was surprised to feel him disappear from underneath him. Closing his eyes in anguish Yami silently cried as he fell and awaited what his dreams would bring him next.

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Feeling solid ground beneath him once again Yami wiped away his tears with the back of his arm, before opening his eyes. Crying out in pain he immediately closed them. He kept them closed until the lights dancing behind his eyelids disappeared, then slowly opened them a little at a time. Unlike most of his dreams which where filled with dark rooms and shadows this place was pure white, blinding in its intensity.

Blinking a few times, allowing his eyes time to re-adjust Yami looked around him. As far as he could see there was nothing just the flat white plain on which he kneeled. Standing and wiping away his few remaining tears Yami started to walk into the void.

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After what seemed like a lifetime Yami spotted a darkness against the unending white. As he continued to move toward that beacon, it began to take on the distinct form of a body. Moving into a run Yami ran as fast as he could, coming to a sudden halt as he fell breathlessly to his knees beside the still form.

“Seto…?” Yami asked as he reached out a shaky hand towards the sweat soaked figure.

Just as he was about to touch Kaiba’s shoulder, black pools formed on either side of Kaiba’s chest, causing Yami to pull back in surprise. Out of the pools a black liquidy substance rose taking on the form of hands and arms. As these arms wrapped possessively around Kaiba, the rest of the shadow persons body emerged under Kaiba’s own, lifting him to float high in the air.

Holding Kaiba’s limp form firmly against its chest the shadow person turned its head to nuzzle Seto’s neck, before gently beginning to nibble at his ear. Seeing Yami bristle slightly out of the corner of its eye it turned its head, drawing its lips into a smile and addressed him in a decidedly male voice.

“Welcome King of Games.”

His jaw clenching in anger Yami demanded. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“You don’t remember me? Well, I guess we never did formally meet. If you really must know, my name is Runihura.”

“Runihura….” Yami whispered, closing his eyes in thought. //Why does that name sound so familiar//

“You still want him don’t you?” Startled Yami’s eyes flew open lighting once again on the figures before him. Smirking Runihura turned once again to Seto, running his tongue along the arch of his neck. “Your greatest…prize…”

“My prize?” asked Yami dumbfounded.

His lips twitching in amusement at Yami’s loss, Runihura planted a light kiss on Seto’s shoulder before replying. “Come now young Pharaoh, don’t you remember anything?”

After a moment of silence he continued, his voice no longer filled with amusement but with a bitter coldness that seemed to chill the very air around them. “You wanted him since the first time you saw him. Wanted that which was not yours to have. An exotic beauty he cast a spell on your heart. For him you played the Shadow Games…for him you became the King of Games. You wanted to impress him with your skill, show him you where worthy of his attention. You the Heir Apparent, not yet Pharaoh, pining for his attention, his…affection, like a love sick dog.”

Pausing a moment to warp his arms more fully around Seto, Runihura scowled down at Yami. “And of course whatever Prince Naeem wanted Prince Naeem inevitably got. On the day of the final game he was promised to you as the prize, should you win. One that you would never collect.”

His voice rising in anger, Runihura spat venomously. “How dare you think that you could take him from me!! He was…..is mine. Now and forever.

Pausing he nuzzled Seto’s neck affectionately as if to verify his own claims. Seeing Yami about to speak, his own face red with anger, Runihura continued in a softer voice, effectively cutting off whatever the young Pharaoh might have voiced.

“I remember…after that day…after you found out that his heart would never be yours…you destroyed the Shadow Game…used your magic to lock it away into the Millennium Items. You didn’t live long after that…you died a much more peaceful death then you deserved, much more kinder than the fate you choose for him.”

In a thoughtful, curious voice he asked. “Tell me…what did you feel when you went to claim your prize…when you saw what awaited you…?”



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Pulling back the tent flap he was assaulted by the coppery smell of blood. Everything was streaked crimson. He could feel the sand sticking to his feet as he stepped forward. There was blood everywhere, so much blood…so much blood….



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“Noooo!!!!” Yami screamed, grabbing his head. He could smell the blood, he could smell it…. //No!! I don’t want to remember…I don’t want to remember…..//

Pleased by Yami’s reaction Runihura continued, while absently running his hand up and down Seto’s chest. “He will never be as he was before, never to cast his spell on you and never to be caught in your treacherous grip. The Dragons Keeper is mine…you may have his body for a time, his heart perhaps for even less….but make no mistake young Pharaoh, I always get what’s mine, and his heart will always belong to me.” Roughly Runihura rammed his hand through Seto’s chest pulling his heart out with a sickening sound, Seto crying out in pain as he did so, tears falling from his closed eyes.

“No!!!!” Yami screamed, reaching out as Runihura released Seto’s body, before starting to vanish.

“Remember…his heart will always belong to me…”

Reaching Seto’s body Yami frantically turned it over. There was blood everywhere, spreading from the gaping hole torn in his chest, staining the ground a bright red as it fanned out around them. Tears falling uncontrollably from his eyes Yami cupped Seto’s pale, colorless face in his hands and closing his eyes placed a small kiss on his cold lips. Pulling back Yami drew Seto up against him, holding his head against his chest and wept.



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Yami awoke disoriented with a start crying out as something tangled around him, before falling off the bed to land hard on the floor. Recognizing his surroundings he let out a shuddering sob, before curling into a ball and continuing to cry.

“Wha…?” Yugi muttered sleepily as he sat up, wiping away the sleep from his eyes. Looking around and seeing nothing he decided to go back to sleep, he had been having such a wonderful dream… As he began to slip back into sleep a soft sound caught his attention. Opening his eyes fully he listened and soon heard it again. It sounded like someone crying. Rolling over Yugi peered cautiously over the edge of his bed.

“Yami…?” he asked hesitantly. “Yami what’s wrong?”

Getting no answer he tiredly wiped at his eyes again, before slowly climbing out of bed to kneel by the huddled figure on the floor. Although them separating into two forms wasn’t ordinary while they slept it did happen on occasion, so Yugi wasn’t too surprised to see Yami. He had awakened a number of times to find him sleeping beside him or moving around their room that their being separated like this no longer bothered him. However, finding Yami curled up into a ball on the floor crying wasn’t something he ever expected to see.

Laying his hand gently on Yami’s trembling shoulder Yugi asked in a more gentle voice. “Yami, what happened? Please tell me what’s wrong.”

All he got in answer was another sob and a feeble attempt to shrug off his hand. Not dissuaded in the least Yugi reached out with his other hand, trying to get Yami to uncurl so that he could see him better. After a few minutes of gentle coaxing Yugi was able to get Yami to relax enough to pull him up into a sitting position.

Reaching out Yugi ran his hand along Yami’s cheek brushing away the tears that traveled down his face, only to have them replaced by fresh ones moments later. Not knowing what to do Yugi gently pulled Yami close against him, hoping that his embrace would comfort Yami like Yami’s did him. Reaching up Yami fisted the front of Yugi’s nightshirt firmly in his trembling hands, holding onto that comfort.

“Yami please tell me what’s wrong.” Yugi whispered as he slowly ran his fingers soothingly through Yami’s hair.

Yugi sighed after a few moments of silence, thinking that Yami wasn’t going to answer. Pulling him into a stronger embrace Yugi barely made out the soft murmur of words hidden under Yami’s sobs. “you’re wrong….you’re wrong..….”

“Yami, who’s wrong?” Yugi questioned softly. Receiving no reply, he decided to try something else. “What are they wrong about?”

Yami’s answer was swallowed by another fit of heavy sobs as he dug his face deeper into Yugi’s nightshirt. Patiently Yugi tried to pull Yami back a little, repeating his question. “What are they wrong about Yami?”

Choking down another sob Yami answered. “He…he already has….”

“Who already has..?” Yugi asked, with the slightest hint of anoyment in his voice. Closing his eyes Yugi took a deep breath. “Yami, who is ‘he’ and what is it that he has already done? Who’s wrong?”

“He’s….he’s already cast his spell on my heart…” Yami whispered, clinging to Yugi more fiercely has a new wave of tears stole over him.

Resting his head on top of Yami’s, Yugi let out a soft sigh. He didn’t need to ask who ‘he’ was again. ‘He’ could only be referring to Seto Kaiba. Closing his eyes all Yugi could do was hold Yami close, offering his comfort to his darker side, and wait for his tears to stop.

Gradually the trembling of Yami’s body lessoned, having run out of tears to shed along time ago. As Yami slowly began to drift back to sleep, exhausted, his body began to loss its solidity, soon disappearing entirely.

Frowning at the dampness that still clung to his shirt Yugi got up and started to make his way over to his dresser to fish out a dry one. Wincing slightly at the painful ache in his limbs from staying in one position for so long, he started to worry at his lower lip. He was worried about Yami, ever since Seto passed out in class a little over a month ago, Yami had been more distant. He hardly showed interest in anything, not even at the prospect of a game…

Rubbing his temple tiredly Yugi gathered his stuff and headed for the bathroom. Maybe a nice shower would help to clear his head and alleviate some of the tension in his aching muscles.

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Standing under the warm spray of water Yugi’s muscles started to relax, letting go of the tension and stiffness that had filled them. Turning his face into the spray Yugi wondered for the hundredth time that night about what could have made Yami, who was always calm and collected, so upset. Yugi had never seen Yami cry before and the intensity with which he did so tonight worried him even more.

Closing his eyes Yugi reached out, brushing his senses across the cold barrier that guarded Yami’s consciousness. Concentrating on that contact he lightly pushed against it. He could feel Yami’s defenses raise against his intrusion, before recognizing him as being no threat and subsiding, allowing him entrance.

As the barrier dropped he found himself in a dark room. Yami seemed to like dark places; why was beyond him, he couldn’t imagine living in such a place. Yami on the other hand was quite at ease with the dark. Perhaps it was out of some twisted sense of humor on Yami’s part.

Finding what he sought, Yugi made his way over to the still form laying on a bed of pillows in one corner. Kneeling down he gently caressed the others cheek. If Yami felt that gentle touch he gave no outward sign. Yugi regarded his relaxed features for a moment, hoping that Yami’s seeming tranquility was real and that he would be plagued by no more disturbing dreams this night.

Opening his eyes, allowing the vision to fade, Yugi turned his attention to the central cause of Yami’s recent distress. He had known for a long time now about the feelings that his other held for Seto Kaiba. He even encouraged them. It would be good for Yami to have someone of his own, someone to love. And he loved Kaiba, there was no denying it.

Yugi’s lips twitched in the hint of a smile. When one actually thought about it, they’d make a really cute couple. They both enjoyed games…although Kaiba was somewhat of a sore loser…and they both had a ruthless rather sadistic side…which Kaiba would probably win out in…coupled by a sensitive side…which Kaiba only showed to his little brother and then only marginally….. Well, at least they’d make an interesting couple anyways. Chuckling to himself Yugi reached over and turned off the flow of water.

The only problem he mused as he started to dry off, was that at the rate those two were going they would never even be a couple. He remembered asking Yami along time ago why he wouldn’t just tell Kaiba how he felt about him. Yami had simply replied that it didn’t matter, that Seto would only see him as a rival, as the one person he had ever lost to. Yami was probably right.

As it was Yami kept his feelings hidden and Kaiba remained clueless. For being so damned smart Kaiba could really be dumb sometimes. And now that Kaiba was sick…

Yugi shifted uncomfortably as he finished changing into his clothes and headed back to his room. Come to think of it, Kaiba had been out of school for a long time. Yugi hoped that nothing was seriously wrong with him and that all of Yami’s and his own worrying was for nothing.

/If you knew something was wrong, you should’ve gotten some help. You shouldn’t make Yami worry like this…/

Crawling back into bed Yugi wondered what he could do to help. Maybe he should visit Kaiba tomorrow to reassure Yami that he was fine. He could go after school. Yes, that’s exactly what he would do.

/Don’t worry Yami…/he thought as he drifted off to sleep.



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Ians_K: Ok, that’s chapter two. Hope you liked it. It was actually supposed to be much longer, this scene only the very tip of chapter two, but it demanded that it become chapter two sooooo I let it. ^^; I don’t know if I’m very happy with it, I’m not sure I got across what I wanted to….. What do guys think?

Yami: Ummm Ians_K?

Ians_K: Yes, Yami?

Yami: You know that one line…..does that mean that I’ve actually had Seto’s body in the past? *Smiles hopefully and looks over to Seto*

Seto: *Blinks*

Ians_K: *smirks and walks away*

Yami: Hey was that a yes or a no?!!

Seto: *sweatdrop*