Let me be with you

WARNING: This chapter contains sexual behavior, horrific descriptions, and contains some very mature situations and conversations. You have been warned!

 

Let me be with you

Chapter eleven

 

By Pixiedust291

 

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                Yami stirred as he heard the faint annoying chirping of a bird. He rolled over in his half-woken slumber and snuggled into the cushions of his soft bed. He didn’t want to get up. He was sure he didn’t have any classes today, and he didn’t think he had to work at Mai’s restaurant, so he saw no reason that he couldn’t sleep in this morning. But that bird…that bird’s chirping was like someone drilling a jackhammer two inches from his head. He covered his ears, wishing the worm-eating beast would cease its cries to the rising sun. His ears hurt, his head hurt, his whole body hurt, but he couldn’t remember why. He groaned, opening his wine colored eyes to stare blankly at his alarm clock, which flashed the numbers 12:00pm over and over. He sighed and rose from the warm cocoon of his blankets, then looked down and blinked at his jeans. That was strange. He could have sworn he had gone to bed in his pajamas…and where the hell was his shirt? Yami shrugged, thinking himself just forgetful and nothing more. After brushing his teeth, combing his hair, and applying a rather unhealthy amount of hairspray, Yami entered the living room and turned on the TV. He wanted to watch the news while he cooked his breakfast. As the egg in the frying pan sizzled, Yami flipped through the channels and landed on the news. On the screen, a guy with spiky brown hair beamed and gestured to a large building.

 

“Thanks, Tea. Hi, I’m Tristan Taylor. In today’s news, the Industrial Illusions Corporation has agreed to hold an actual meeting on the delay and output of the latest persocom model. Yes, fans of this corporation’s products have been practically palpitating for the new Millennium Lover series. The corporation itself has set up high expectations by saying that this model will be practically human.” The camera then moved to show rows upon rows of seated people as they looked expectantly up at a blank stage. Yami gazed at the screen with a confused expression. Why were all those people there for just a conference about the production of another sex doll? From what Yami observed, that’s really all persocoms were. People treated them like emotionless computers or meaningless sex objects. Yami leaned back his head. He recalled having a conversation with a persocom once. She had acted human enough, and Yami just couldn’t believe she was a program. He stilled when the scent of burnt proteins hit his nose. Yami cursed as he finally noticed the black edges on his egg. Great, now he would have to eat burned food. Jeez, he never was really any good at cooking. It was then that the phone rang. Turning off the flame he walked over and picked up the receiver.

 

                 “Hello?”

 

                “Hi Yami, it’s me, Mai.”

 

                “Oh! Hi Mai, something wrong?”

 

                “Yes, I was just wondering when you were going to come into work today.”

 

                “What?! Oh my God, I work today?” Yami turned to look at the clock then then the calendar on the refrigerator.

 

                “Yes, you were supposed to be here an hour ago.”

 

                He mentally cursed “OH! I’m so sorry, I’ll leave right now!”

 

                “Okay, see you in a few.”

 

                Yami hung up the phone and shoved the egg into his mouth. He cringed at its uncooked consistency and heat as it burst on his palate. He dashed into his room, stumbling out a few moments later with his shirt on backward, two different socks, and one shoe on. He tripped over the couch as he tied his laces, then sprang to his feet and shut off the TV. He then grabbed his coat and wallet before slamming the door and dashing down the hall.

 

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                Yami jumped from table to table, taking orders, serving food, and writing checks. Yet, as he grinned and smiled at his customers, an ache settled in his heart. He didn’t know why it was there, and he worried it wasn’t so much an emotion but rather a fatal heart condition. He rounded the corner, hooking his Palm Pilot to the main computer once more.

 

                “Hey! Good to see you again!” called a hyper girlish voice. Yami turned to see a girl dressed exactly like him with long blonde hair and a bandanna. Her blue eyes gazed at him, filled with humor and delight.

 

                “Um, hello. Do I know you?” Yami asked, his brows furrowed.

 

                The girl snorted a laugh. “Of course you do. You came into the clothing store a few days back, remember? You had that furry man with you and that absolutely adorable boy. I believe he was your lover, correct?”

 

                Yami stared at the girl as if she were mad. “What? I haven’t gone shopping with Jonouchi anytime recently, and I most certainly do not have a boyfriend.”

 

                “But that boy—he dressed up in a Lolita summer dress. And I saw how your face went bright pink.”

 

                “You must be mistaking me for someone else. I don’t know any cross-dressing boys and I was not in any clothing store in the last week. Who are you, anyway?”

 

                The girl frowned and looked hurt “I’m Rabecca, Mai’s cousin. But I already told you this. I’m here babysitting the kids upstairs.” She pursed her lips “And I’m sorry but not many people have that hairstyle, so it was you.”

 

                “I’m sorry, but I’m still sure you are mistaken.” was all Yami could say. He disconnected the computer link and then walked back out into the crowd of hungry people. Yami let his mind mull over all events in the past week—he had gotten the job from Mai, went home, went to his classes, cleaned up his apartment, and…and…he couldn’t remember doing anything more. This worried him. All he could remember was doing the exact same routine for days in a row until now. He gasped as his head surged in a spasm of pain. God, he had a headache.

 

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                Yami dropped his stuff aimlessly on the floor. “I’m home!” he called out into the empty room. He stopped, and stared at his feet. Why had he just announced his arrival to an empty house? He had never done that before; and why was he filled with a deep emptiness and longing? As if he expected the cold, soundless walls to great him with warm, loving arms. He shook himself, taking off his shoes and going to the kitchen. Either he was losing it, or he needed help, and quick. He prepared dinner, burning half of it, and ate at the counter, the light from the stove being the only thing that illuminated the darkness. He felt the darkness close around him, as if it seeped through his skin and almost joined the emptiness in him. Yami lifted his head and looked out at the window. It was snowing. Little powdery white flakes floated gracefully in whimsical dances just in front of the glass. Behind them was the black abyss of night, and above them, the starry sky peeking through gray Atems. He stared at the snow. It seemed to be taunting him, playfully cheering that it knew something he did not. He shook his head, dropping his chopsticks, and headed to his bedroom. He put on his pajamas and curled into his sheets, shutting off the light and forcing his eyes closed. The pajamas seemed to burn against his skin as if in protest. Yami groaned, tossing and turning in the bed. For some reason he felt uncomfortable in the middle of his own bed. He moved to the side and the burning subsided to a dull ache. That did it, he made a mental note to see his doctor tomorrow.

 

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                Yami sighed as he gazed out the window of his room. He sat on his bed, unashamed of his nudity, as he let the warm spring breeze waft in and brush his skin. He laughed as the cherry blossoms skipped along the air currents, their fragrance filling the air and calming the soul that inhaled them. “Yami,” came a voice that filled Yami’s very being with a delectable tingle. He turned and smiled down at the teen, that looked much like himself, who lay next to him. The boys haunting violet eyes were filled with such warmth and contentment, Yami couldn’t help but smile back. He bent his head and captured his lips in a chaste kiss. The boy beamed in response, laughing as he rolled over on his side. The white blanket slipped down to reveal a slender chest and stomach. But it was not the revealed skin that captured Yami’s attention; it was the pair of pink rosebud nipples that had him entranced. The pink buds, sensing his intense stare, hardened and grew brighter. The boy laughed, lifting his hands to pinch the dots of flesh himself.  “Yami…do you want to touch them?” the kid asked in a most sensual voice. His eyes had darkened a shade, the black pupils dilated in an expression of utter lust.

 

                Yami gulped, his cheeks aflame. “Yes.”

 

                The boy merely smiled and let his hand tug down the white sheet all the way off his body, revealing curves, hills, and warm skin. His body was truly a work of youthful art. The boy ran a hand over his stomach. “My body is yours, Yami, as is my heart. I will have no other but you. You must see this.”

 

                Yami shifted as his erection grew under the sheets. He leaned forward and cupped the teens face in his hands “I know that, because I feel the same way.” The boy’s face was lit with pleasure.

 

                “Say it.”

 

                Yami rolled his eyes. “I love you, Yugi. My Hikari.”

 

                The boy blinked, his eyebrows furrowed. “Hikari?”

 

                Yami chuckled “You don’t like it, do you,” he sighed.

 

                Yugi shook his head. His hand circled around Yami’s neck and brought him down a hair’s width from his lips. “Quite the contrary, I like it.” Yami smirked and captured their lips together, tongues meeting as their bodies spooned to one another. Yugi moaned as their erections brushed and then rubbed against one another. Yami could tell he was hot and more then ready for him, but still, he wanted to take his time. He didn’t want to run the risk of hurting Yugi more then needed be. Yami broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Yugi’s neck, his breath tingling his skin. Yugi moaned and pushed against him. His lips, so pink and full, were parted in an open-mouthed sigh as he exhaled in small gasps. Yami reached the boy’s nipples and pinched the sensitive skin with his fingers before stroking the abused buds with his tongue.

 

                Yami’s eyes fluttered open to gaze stupidly up at the white ceiling that was painted in rays of morning sunlight. His breathing was heavy, and upon lifting the covers, he decided he should go to the laundromat today after his classes.

 

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                Yami chewed at the eraser on his pencil. It was not that the human ecology class assignment was really hard, even with the hum of the dryer buzzing in the background. If anything, he found everything in his major to be rather insightful. But his mind was only concentrating about twelve percent on the paper in front of him. The rest of his neurons were buzzing about his dream. “Why did I have a dream about some barely legal boy? And why was it a wet dream? I have never had shota tendencies before? Could it have been something I ate, or was it just my mind relieving some unknown stress from my body?” he thought to himself. His mind could remember clearly every detail of the fantasy. How the boy’s body had moved, like silk on the wind. How his body had felt so right pressed up against his—all supple, warm, yielding flesh. Yami shook his head vigorously. God, he was becoming hard right in the middle of the laundromat. He took deep breaths, and conjured up a vision in his mind that had always worked to shatter any libedo. He envisioned Jonouchi, naked, on a bed, with an almost predatory gleam in his eyes. In response, Yami’s body went cold with dread and his erection vanished, gone completely. He sighed in relief. Worked every time. A woman next to him coughed. Yami froze and looked to see a very old woman, around maybe eighty, sitting a seat or two away from him. Her gaze was calm and wrinkled her smile small. She gave Yami an almost all-knowing grandma look. Yami’s face went bright red as he buried himself back in his studies.

 

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                That night, Yami did everything in his power not to go to sleep, as his fear of having to go back to the laundromat plagued him. He did not want to risk anyone recognizing him with the same soiled sheets. Besides, Yami had learned that stains such as his were a bitch to get out of thick comforters. Eventually, however, after watching countless hours of television on the couch the heavy lids of his eyes closed.

 

                Yami didn’t know why he was running, but he could hear the cries of an animal in pain just ahead. He was dressed in an overly large white t-shirt that read the numbers Puzzle-TSI. He had nothing else on—no shorts, underwear, socks, or shoes. His feet throbbed as he ran on white tile floors that were slick with blood. He stopped in front of a large panel door with a combination lock. He gazed at the numbers, bewildered as to what combination would unlock them. Then his hand seemed to move of its own accord and punched in 7669. The numbers shimmered, then changed into the word “snow”. The door latch opened. Yami opened it ever so slightly and wiggled past, shutting it behind him. On the inside it was dark, and Yami’s hand fingered for a light switch. Light immediately blasted into the room and his eyes widened at what he saw.

 

There were rows and rows of cylinder tanks filled with green liquid. Inside were animals—dead animals. The labels on the tanks read different numbers, such as #464 or #423, but all had the same three letters at the end, RTS. Under the labels were charts that read “Mutant unable to survive change of cellular structure. Subject was terminated.” Yami could not believe what he was seeing. He walked down the rows, his eyes almost emotionless. All manner of creatures were in the tanks. Dogs, cats, rats, bats, chinchillas, ferrets…it was like the monsters who did this really didn’t care about the subjects they were testing. The next horror that befell him chilled him to the bone. Humans…there had stopped being animals in the tanks and now there were humans. Yami stumbled back on his feet and clenched his hands over his mouth, fighting the wave of nausea that came over him. It was then that a heart-wrenching scream resounded on the metal walls. Yami shivered, gulping, and looked down. Just at the end of the wall a few feet away was a window. Yami shakily got to his feet and stumbled over, his hands touching the glass in an almost timid gesture to stabilize himself. But nothing could prepare him for what was beyond that glass.

 

                A scream tore its way from Yami’s lips as he jolted up in his bed. His eyes were dilated, and his body was covered in a sheen of cold sweat. He covered his mouth and bolted to the bathroom. After his wave of sickness dissipated, Yami leaned his forehead on the cool bathtub. His body shivered as his veins ran cold. How could his dream be that horrific? For beyond the window, he had seen the same boy from before, cradling a crying man with long white hair to his chest. The man’s legs were stained with blood, and he had multiple bruises on his body, as did the boy. Each was bound in handcuffs. One of the boy’s hand was filled with glass shards and blood. Near them lay a broken syringe, the pink liquid inside burning the floor as it fumed in smoke. A few feet away there had stood a man in a black lab coat. His voice was gruff as he said, “Millennium Puzzle, you are trying the company’s patience. Just because you are the only one showing profitable results on this project does not mean you get special treatment.”

 

                The boy looked and gazed up at the man in the cloak. His eyes—the amethyst depths that had looked at Yami with such love—now looked at this man with undeniable hatred and malice. “He is progressing too! Just more slowly! Besides it’s your fault, you’re the one who did this to us!” The man laughed. His voice had frozen Yami’s spine. “You know, when we kidnapped you worthless brats I had no idea it would be this ridiculous. Fine, keep your precious friend. After all, he’s the only connection you have left to your feeble life outside these walls. But do remember, lives here are so easily extinguished, like a candle.” Yami cringed and turned back as another wave of nausea overcame him.

 

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                Yusai stirred from his sleep, his hand feeling the absence of Atem’s body from their bed. He rose and combed a hand through his black hair, yawning. He looked around the bedroom to see Atem, in his bathrobe, looking out the screen door of the balcony. “Atem, why have you left my bed?”

 

                “I had a dream, Yusai. A most frightening dream,” Atem replied in almost a whisper.

 

                “Is that why you are in my bathrobe?”

 

                “Sort of. The robe I took for comfort.” Atem turned and smiled at him then. “Your smell comforts me.”

 

                Yusai chuckled at that. He rose from the bed to go stand next to his lover, his hands came to the other’s shoulder. “What was your dream about?”

 

                Atem’s face became troubled. “Do you remember when you first started to create me? How you worked so hard, and then came to a stopping point?”

 

                Yusai’s body went rigid “Yes,” he nodded “but why are you bringing this up?”

 

                “Do you remember why you stopped?”

 

                “I realized for my dream to come true—to make a computer with emotions—that I technically could not make it all machine. I realized that to create what I was striving for, I would have to combine human DNA with machine. I stopped because I was hesitant on whether it should have been done or not. Not to mention how I was going to find an animal specimen whose DNA accepted the change. I knew it was impossible.”

 

                “But you did it.”

 

                “Only because one of my old girlfriends came to me, said she was pregnant, and was going to have an abortion. I realized this was my only chance. I didn’t want to kill something already so complicated as an adult human. But if I were to train an unborn child, whose brain neurons were so easily swayed, and cell purpose not fixed yet, it might actually work. I did not explain to her the extent of what I planned to do, and I am not proud of that, but she did give me the fetus.” He looked away “And I found my success. You already know how my actions haunt me.”

 

                Atem nodded; still, the worried expression on his fine features. “Yes, and you had planned on it being an almost exact copy of Akiza so you could have her back from the dead.”

 

                “True. I did not expect the combination of DNA and machine to only truly be compatible with male genes. So I was surprised when your fetus self became male. However, in the long run, you have brought me more pleasure than Akiza ever could.” Yusai stroked Atem’s cheek.

 

                Atem smirked at him. “I know, but still, I’m rather annoyed that you wanted me to be a girl,” he said jokingly. “But that’s not why I asked you those questions. I know you stopped your research after me because you knew how dangerous your find was. So you hid it away. But, my dream. It was about a company trying to do what you did. But with teenagers and adult humans.”

 

                Yusai stopped, staring at him for a while before relaxing. “It was a dream, and nothing more.”

 

                “They were torturing the subjects, Yusai. I saw how they started on animals and worked up to humans. You said yourself when Yugi and Yami were here that something was going on because Yugi is indeed like me.”

 

                “Yes, however, he inherited more computer capabilities then you did. When I created you, I tried to make you as human as possible. Obviously, the person who created Yugi is more determined to make him a machine…which will eventually unravel his DNA nucleotides.”

 

                Atem nodded. “I saw Yugi in my dream. Covered in blood and screaming. I think something really bad is going on, Yusai, and I feel we should get to the bottom of it.”

 

                Yusai stared at Atem, not really sure what to do. “All right, I’ll call Yami—” The doorbell rang, sounding through the house. Yusai looked toward his closed bedroom door. “Who could that be?”