The Dead of Night
Chapter 2
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Feed me, heal,
Temporarily pacify
this hungering
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His whole body
ached dully, head thumping when he came round, his eyes still blurred. The
dizziness hadn’t worn off either, but he could see vaguely straight and the
room he was in was visible. His clothes felt damp, especially his trousers. He
noticed someone in the far corner, lying on their front in a puddle of various
disgusting bodily fluids that had involuntarily exited their body, and grimaced,
making an unsteady move to stand. He forced his eyes to stay open, resisting
the urge to just slump to the floor again and made his way to the door, opening
it after numerous attempts to grasp the door handle.
The outside
corridor was empty. The music had stopped which meant it was past two o’ clock
at least.
Entering the main
area, he found it practically empty, aside from the members of staff dotted
about packing away pieces of equipment, cleaning up, washing glasses…
“Are you alright
there? You don’t look too well.” Yuugi looked in the general direction the
voice came from. “There are taxis outside if you need one. You definitely look
like you need one…”
Yuugi nodded his
thanks, staggering to the door, stopping halfway to get his eyes to centre on
the exit. Once outside he searched out one of the taxi’s
lined up along the street and rushed for the nearest, feeling his stomach turn
over in response to his haste. Hopping inside, he leaned back into the
comforting warmth of the seats.
“
didn’t hear it, but he felt the car moving. Not soon enough it stopped and Yuugi
dug around in his pocket, surprised to find his wallet was actually still
there. The driver opened the car door for him and Yuugi, who had been leaning
against it, almost collapsed onto the pavement. He pulled a few notes from his
wallet, holding them out to the driver, but instead of taking them his wallet
was snatched from his hand. “H-hey…what are you…d-doing…” Yuugi slurred, weakly
attempting to take the wallet back. He was shoved violently to the floor
landing on the cold stone pavement, sharp pain shooting up his spine in
objection. The rest of his body’s pain intensified, whilst the taxi drove away
with his money, his phone card, his keys and his favourite pre ore of his
friends.
He could barely
take anymore, but at least he was home…
He looked up expecting
to see the store, instead finding that he’d been dropped off several blocks
away from it. With a loud wail he burst into tears, curling his arms around his
legs. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.
Again he dragged
himself from the floor, barely caring about the rip that seemed to have
materialised in his trousers and the graze on his hand that was bleeding quite
badly. Taking a juddering breath, he made his slow way home.
He would have
screamed in relief when the store came into view had his better instincts warned
him against it. Shakily he reached for the door knocker and rapped it
lightly. He didn’t care how much trouble he was going to be in. He just wanted
to go to bed.
Moments later it
opened, and there stood Yuugi’s jii-chan, visible
relief washing over him as soon as his eyes settled on the boy.
“Yuugi-kun!” he
rasped, ushering the boy inside, “thank god you’re safe!”
The smaller
didn’t have the energy to speak, not even enough to cry. He fell into the old
man’s arms, clutching him tightly and Sugoroku held
him, helping him to walk.
“Where have you been?!”
he asked softly, no hint of anger in his voice, “when Jounouchi turned up
asking if you were here, Yami and I were out of our minds with worry!”
Yuugi’s eyes
snapped open. Yami?! He was
going to be furious.
“Where is Yami…
the couch. Sugoroku sat beside him, briefly examining
the grazes on his hands and the cut above Yuugi’s eye that he hadn’t even
noticed.
“He’s been out
looking for you for the past four hours,” the old man answered an cue cue, in
walked the shadow, wrapped up in a
scarf and jacket, eyes filled with worry and anxiety that evaporated as soon as
he saw his hikari.
“
rushing over to embrace his little light. His fingers combed through the teen’s
hair, cupped his head in his hands, roved over his shoulders and arms, just to
make sure he was real. “Are you ok?”
Yuugi shook his
head, regretting the action almost immediately. He felt dizzy again, and
wanting the comfort of his other self he swung his arms around his neck,
sobbing into his shoulder. Yami, one knee balanced between the other’s legs,
held him tightly, picking him up in his own arms so he could gather him into
his lap, cradling him to his chest.
Sugoroku
sat opposite, taking a
deep breath. “Yuugi, where have you been?”
“I – I went to Revelation
w-with Jounouchi-kun…” Yuugi whispered, feeling Yami
tense beneath him. That wasn’t what Jounouchi had told him…
“You went where?!”
Yami gasped. Yuugi buried his head in Yami’s chest so he wasn’t forced to look
at his other self, nor see the anger and disappointment in his eyes.
There was no worse feeling than disappointment. “Yuugi, I told you not
to go there!”
“But I –I thought
Jounouchi told you-”
“Jounouchi told
me you went to Millennium, not that awful place!
is an over eighteens club, what the hell did you think werewere doing?” Yuugi
whimpered, desperately trying to remember what happened after he had that drink
and before he got in that taxi. He felt Yami’s arms tighten around him and
sigh, that feeling of safety overcoming him.
“What happened to
you?” he asked, rocking him gently, rubbing circles on his back.
“I
can’t…remember,” Yuugi replied, eyes closing, “I just…I only had one drink…I
felt dizzy so I was going to call a taxi b-but the next thing I knew I was in
this room and I blacked out.”
“Shit.” Yuugi
felt his heart tug. Yami only ever swore when he was extremely angry or
distressed. “Yuugi – did…did anyone…” He couldn’t
bring himself to say it. “Let’s clean you up
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The
bathroom tiles were icy cold, but Yuugi felt too numb to notice the stinging.
Yami eased him onto the toilet seat, turning around to dig in the bathroom
cabinet for the first aid kit. After setting it down on the edge of the sink,
he turned the bath taps so he could clean his
It wasn’t
long before the cuts and scrapes were tended to, the cut above Yuugi’s eye
plastered and the grazes on his hands cleaned – a healing cream applied to ease
the stinging.
“I don’t want a
bath…” Yuugi mumbled. Yami tipped his head up.
“That’s
irrelevant, you need one.”
“I want to
sleep…”
“You’re in no
position to be making demands,” Yami snapped, undoing the button on Yuugi’s
trousers. Yuugi groaned in objection, pushing Yami’s hands away. Frowning, he
took both of the small wrists in his one hand, completing the rest of the job
with his other. Releasing the restrained wrists momentarily he slipped the
shirt off his shoulders, tossing it in the direction of the laundry basket.
“Take those trousers off,” Yami ordered. Yuugi didn’t comply.
“Please Yami; I
just want to go to bed.”
“You can go to
bed when I say,” Yami said calmly, gripping a bundle of the material clinging
to his Light’s legs and pulling, sliding the trousers from around his waist and
down past his ankles. He could sense Yuugi’s distress and met the youngster’s
eyes. “I’m sorry, aibou,
but its better you get cleaned up now– I want to check you over…”
“What are
you talking about?” Yuugi replied, a sense of apprehension embracing him. Yami
took a breath.
“Yuugi, I think
you might have been given rohypnol – which means someone
may have…taken advantage of you.”
Yuugi laughed
nervously, “Yami, no one took advantage of me-” he paused, a memory flashing
into mind. That man. The one
at the bar…
“You don’t know
that, aibou.
Anything could have happened to you during those few hours.” The very thought
made him sick. He had to check. He had to know.
Yuugi felt
frustrated. He didn’t want to think about this. “Yami, I’m telling you, nothing
happened to me…”
“At least let me
check.” Yuugi’s face scrunched up.
“No!” he said,
guessing how it was Yami intended on ‘checking.’ How utterly
degrading. “No!”
“Yuugi, please,
you could be hurt without realising it. You could have been given any manner of
diseases - ”
“Yami, I was not
raped!!” Yuugi all but screamed, tears brimming. His voice softened to a
whisper, “I don’t want you to do anything.”
“
“NO!” Yuugi did
yell this time, “I’m going to bed!” He barged past the taller, only to be
halted by slim fingers curling around his arm. “Yami, let go!” Before he knew
what was happening, he’d been lifted off the floor and dumped into the hot
water, still in his boxers. “Yami!!
What the hell are you doing!!?”
Yami gripped his
shoulders and dunked his hikari’s head underneath the
water. Yuugi came back up spluttering, arms flailing whilst Yami squirted a
small amount of shampoo onto his palm to wash the dirt and grime that had
accumulated in Yuugi’s erratic hair, only Yuugi was being less than
cooperative. He lashed out at the hands massaging his head, crying out in
anguish. Yami ignored him and picked up the shower gel, smothering a wash cloth
in it.
“Here,” he said,
holding it out, “are you going to wash yourself, or would you like me to do
that too?!” Yuugi glared at him fiercely and snatched it from his hand. Now he
was dripping wet, he might as well have a bath. Growling inwardly, he lay back
in the water to relieve himself of his sodden black boxers, swishing them
around in the water before throwing them violently at Yami’s chest
with his shirt. Without needing to be told, Yami exited the bathroom, keeping
the door ajar and stood just outside, leaning complacently against the wall of Yuugi’s
bedroom.
“Do you have to
stand right outside?” Yuugi called to him, though he sounded more mournful than
irritated.
“I’m here in case
you need me,” Yami replied, turning his head to listen. He heard Yuugi snort, “
it’s no use acting so resentful, I’m doing this for your own good – just like
telling you not to go in the first place was for your own goI caI can’t believe
you were so stupid.”
“Don’t you think
I know that!?” It was easier for him to shout at his yami
when they weren’t face to face. “I’ve had the most terrifying night of my life,
and all you can do is tell me how stupid I’ve been! I
was mugged by my taxi driver and then thrown out into the cold blocks away from
home! I don’t need any more grief from you!” And then there was silence. Not
even any splashing. Yami peered around the door. Yuugi’s eyes were
bloodshot, tears spilt from them, tears he’d tried to suppress and forget. He’d
failed miserably.
“Oh,
began, moving into the room to circle the teen in his arms. The least he could
do was comfort him, even if he was furious. “I’m so sorry. I’ve been a complete--”
He stopped to sigh. “Please forgive me.”
“It was awful…I
tried calling you but you weren’t answering me…”
“I didn’t know
you called me!” Yami said, dragging the wet bangs from Yuugi’s face, “you know
I’d have come to find you if I had.” Yuugi nodded, “I wish you’d told me where
you were going at least.” The Shadow picked up the flannel that had been
discarded and began to rub circles over Yuugi’s back with it.
“You wouldn’t
have let me go,” Yuugi said, purring softly in the back of his throat. It felt
nice to have someone touching him so gently, no force or malice behind the
contact. It made it all the more special that that someone was Yami. He closed
his eyes, leaning forward over his knees, for the first time that night feeling
calm and relaxed. He absentmindedly wondered what time it was.
He heard Yami
chuckle and turned his head to look up at him, leaning on his knees.
“Are you enjoying
this?” Yami said, wiping some foam against his nose. Yuugi’s features wrinkled
cutely and Yami laughed. “I should do this more often. It’s the first time
you’ve been quiet in weeks.”
“Is not,” Yuugi
snorted, resuming his relaxed position, prompting Yami to continue rubbing his
back.
“
couldn’t get any cleaner.” Yuugi let out a muffled whine from the niche his arms
had created on his knees. “What did you say?”
::
“Well I gathered
that. I think you’re clean enough – you can get out now.” Yami moved to hook
his arms beneath his hikari’s
and lifted, taking great care not to let his eyesder,der, and handed the teen a
towel to dry himself with.
Hit with a sudden wave of dizziness he slumped backwards into the s
the one’s he loved, to lift him up into them. The
tiredness had returned full force, accompanied by an unsettled feeling in his
stomach. “You feel sick.” Yami guessed, sitting him on the edge of the bath. Yuugi
nodded groggily, feeling his insides lurch.
“I just need a
drink of water,” he concluded, yawning. Yami gave him a sceptical look.
“I’m not so sure
you should have anything to drink at all,” he said, drying his little Light’s
hair lovingly, “who knows what you’ve taken. If anything we should call a
doctor and have you looked over.”
“I haven’t taken
anything,” Yuugi said obstinately, doubting it elf.elf. The thought of
admitting he’d been drugged was frightening alone, but the thought of admitting
he might have been abused whilst lying unconscious was horrifying. He
wanted Yami to tell him everything was going to be fine, that he was sure nothing
bad had happened. Why wasn’t hnsolnsoling him? Why was he scaring him like
this? Sensing the question, Yami spoke in a patronising tone. “I’m not
saying this to frighten you aibou, I- I just want to make sure nothing did happen
to you, regardless of what you might believe.”
“What do you
mean, might believe!” The harshness of Yuugi’s own voice made him feel
woozier. He closed his eyes, taking a breath before continuing. “Yami, if I’d
been…been….” He made a bizarre gesture with his hands, “Then I think I’d know!”
“Not
necessarily,” Yami said, scowling, but not at Yuugi, “Yuugi, please, please let
me just make sure you’re not hurt anywhere else. I’d hate to think I’d missed
something happening to you because of your embarrassment. I’d never forgive
myself for being so careless.” Yuugi’s jaw dropped in disbelief.
“Careless? Yami,
this is my body!” he growled, shoving his hands away from his head. Bitter
tears stinging his eyes, he unsteadily walked back to his room, the s
“You’re just
prolonging the inevitable,” he murmured, watching Yuugi stamp around the room,
staggering here and there along the way, “and will you calm down and stop
making so much noise! Jii-chan
is trying to sleep. He’s hardly had any-”
Because of you
– the unspoken words
echoed in Yuugi’s mind and he halted in his frenzied actions, lowering himself
down onto his bed.
“I’ve been such
an idiot, haven’t I?” he murmured numbly, reflecting upon the night’s events.
He glanced at his alarm clock.
would be time for school in three hours. That fact depressed him further. Only
three hours of sleep. Damn Thursdays. Yami pulled back the covers of Yuugi’s
bed, gesturing for the teen to climb inside. He considered following, but thought
it unwise judging by Yuugi’s current reaction to him. He had a strange feeling
there was something Yuugi could remember only, had felt burdening the
unfair. Maybe that had made him so hostile and uneasy; keeping secrets from
him. He let it go for the moment. The whole night had been a raucous of
emotions. Adding to it would only succeed in making a bad situation worse.
He’d gotten
used to Yuugi’s temperament, his raging teenage hormones and the erratic day to
day behaviour. Sure, to everyone else he was calm, sweet; the lovely boy
everyone who knew him loved, but to Yami he was something quite different- all
those things and more. He was Yami’s whole world. Even now they were separated;
the focus of his existence lay solely with Yuugi and probably always would, no
matter what. He knew him better than he knew himself. Yuugi wore his heart on
his sleeve. He was strong, enduring, a survivor, and for that Yami was proud,
so proud, sometimes his heart wanted to explode with emotion, explode with the
pain of keeping his feelings locked away inside. No. He couldn’t spoil it all -
he couldn’t spoil the perfection. The perfection and the pain
Was it even
perfectanymanymore though? The relationship had begun to drift. That night had
proved it. Yuugi was hiding things from him, refusing his help, pushing him
away. Something was missing, something important to them both, vital to
their relationship.
Yami sat beside
his aibou, entwining his hand in his. “You
were being a good friend. Jounouchi couldn’t ask for one better than you.
Sometimes I just wish you’d say no though, for both your sakes.” Yuugi nodded,
leaning against his darker half’s shoulder sleepily. Yami turned slightly to
press his other hand to his hikari’s forehead, “how’re you feeling now?”
“Awful,” Yuugi
sighed, smiling lazily, “can I go to bed now please?” Yami jerked his head
slightly in affirmation, tugging the covers up over Yuugi’s shoulders as he
slipped between them, tucking him in gently. Yuugi closed his eyes, and for a
lingering second Yami watched him contentedly.
“Hmm?”
“Would you stay
with me, just for tonight, to talk to me while I’m going to sleep?” Yami smiled
warmly, nodding, “of course aibou. Anything you ask.”
There was silence for a few moments longer.
“Yami…”
“Yes
“Would you…lie
next to me? I know it’s not fair to ask but I just need this. I…need to
know you’re right here, so you’re there when I wake up…” Yami almost laughed at
how ridiculous the statement was. Why would he ever leave him?
“Are you sure I
wouldn’t make you uncomfortable?” Yuugi opened his eyes sleepily.
“Positive! Please
Yami…I need you to do this for me.”
Did Yuugi feel so
insecure and unsafe without him, or would anyone have sufficed at that moment.
Had he been Jounouchi, or Anzu, Ryou or Honda – would
he have asked the same thing?
Without another
word, Yami peeled back the covers and slid inside, fully dressed aside from his
shoes. He expected the teen to turn his back to him, but instead, he snuggled
into the crook of Yami’s arm, draping the duvet across them both. His breath
tickled Yami’s collar, but it was a nice sensation, calming, soothing.
“I do love you,
peach smelling shampoo. Yuugi ‘
“Love you too,”
he replied before sleep claimed him.
But Yami didn’t
sleep. He couldn’t stand not knowing. If Yuugi had been abused, assaulted,
raped- any of those- he didn’t know exactly how he would react. The very
thought of anyone touching his little Light in that way made him burn with
jealousy and rage. He wouldn’t, couldn’t
let them get away with it, but how could he convince Yuugi that
something needed to be done. He knew he was frightened. Yuugi was brave, but
not beyond fear. The same notion stood for him. He had to do something and it
had to be done soon.
But
what?
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All too
soon the piercing beep of Yuugi’s alarm clock hastened Yami from restless
sleep. With a grunt of disapproval, he leaned over his still snoozing
smacked all of the buttons at once, instantly silencing the infuriating piece
of technology. Yuugi moaned softly, burying his head face first into his
pillow. “Time to get up already?” came the muffled voice.
“No, go back to
sleep,” Yami answered, disentangling himself from Yuugi’s arms and legs which
had unconsciously curled around him in his sleep, “you need to rest. School is
out of the question.” Yuugi would have disagreed had he the energy, but instead
he settled for a quiet, ‘k’ Yami only just caught. If Yuugi had been given
as he was awake he would drag him to the doctors, kicking and screaming if need
be.
“Can’t you stay
and keep me warm, it’s cold in here,” Yuugi muttered, now turned over onto his
side, eyes still closed. He shivered dramatically to prove his point. Yami’s
lip curved upwards and he leaned down to press his lips to Yuugi’s forehead. It
felt as if the night before was just a nightmare.
His
felt cold. He felt suddenly guilty for not offering to warm him, but Yuugi’s
store. Said grandson was gazing up at him imploringly and Yami almost relented.
“Go back to sleep, aibou,” he ordered
tenderly, fingertip trailing his cheek, “you had a rough night. I’ll take you
to the doctors this afternoon when you’ve rested.” Yuugi didn’t seem to show
any signs of objection, but in his state, Yami didn’t expect a reaction.
That reminded him;
there was somebody he needed to speak to. Jounouchi was not going to get off
lightly for causing this to happen to his aibou.
He may have been his friend, but what he’d committed would be an inexcusable
act to any other and he wasn’t even sure if he had it in him to forgive Yuugi’s
best friend. He picked up the phone on Yuugi’s bedside table, pressing the
“Ugh…hello?” Jounouchi’s sleep-ridden voice mumbled down the other end.
“Jounouchi, it’s
Yami,” he whispered so as not to wake the sleeping teen.
“Yami! Is Yuugi back; is he ok?!”
“He’s coping, if
that’s what you mean,” Yami replied, undeniable harshness in his voice, “no
thanks to you.”
“Yami, I-”
“You lied to me
Jounouchi, both of you. How could
you let him go to a place like that and then leave him by himself!?”
“I’m sorry Yami,
really, I-”
“He was drugged,
you know – and then as he was trying to get home he was mugged and where the
hell were you? Then when you
realised he was missing, you didn’t even tell me where you’d really been! Do
you have any idea what could have happened to him while you were doing god
knows what in that place? Did you ever stop and think of whether he even wanted
to go in the first place?” There was silence on the other end, in which Yami
calmed his breathing, craning his neck to check Yuugi was still sleeping soundly.
“You have a lot to answer for Jounouchi. If…if anything did happen to
him then I’ll hold you accountable for it – do you understand me?” Silence
again. “Katsuya?”
“…I’m really
sorry,” and the other put down the phone. Yami felt his blood boil. How dare he
hang up…
“You had no right
to do that.”
Yami swivelled in
the chair to look at Yuugi, surprised to find him sitting up with his legs
crossed and arms folded in a manner he was so fond of. “I had every right. I’m
not stupid aibou; I know you only went because he begged you to and
therefore he is partly to blame. If he was anyone else I would have done far
worse by now.”
“Jounouchi-kun
isn’t to blame. He didn’t force me to go.”
“You can never
say no to him; I’m fully aware of that. You don’t seem to understand the
seriousness of the situation.”
“Stop talking
like that. Have you ever considered that I might just want to forget all about
what happened and get on with my life?” Yuugi growled, shifting to sit up on
his knees. Yami remained silent. “No, because you never listen do you? We
always have to do things your way because of course; you always know what’s
best!”
“Calm down
fell silent, his whole body as well as his voice, quieting. Sometimes the shadow
struck fear into his heart; the ancient pharaoh part of him neither dared to
talk about, festering just beneath the surface of Yami’s unconscious mind. Or
so Yuugi thought.
“I don’t want
this to be happening,” Yuugi whispered. Yami frowned.
“I know, but it
has and we have to deal with it.” The fact that Yami had said we brought
cheer to his heart.
“I don’t want to
speak to anyone about it. I can’t…”
“You have to,”
Yami spoke softly, comfortingly, persuading Yuugi to lie back in bed again to
sleep, but he was no longer tired. The effects of whatever he’d taken were
gradually starting to wear off.
“I can’t go back
to sleep. I want to talk to Jounouchi-kun,” he said, fingers curling around the
phone, but before he could dial the number Yami’s hand had covered his,
preventing him from picking up the handset, “Yami, you can’t stop me from
speaking to my best friend.” Yami nodded. That was never his intention.
“I just wanted to
say that you shouldn’t entirely relinquish him of blame. He needs to know he
can’t act so recklessly and not expect consequences,” and he released the
phone, stepping away from his Light, “I’ll leave you to talk.”
Yuugi watched him
leave; confused by the expression on his face, an expression he couldn’t read.
“Hello?” Yuugi
jumped, oblivious that the other end had even been ringing.
“Jounouchi-kun?”
“Yuugi!?
filled with doubt.
“Hai,” Yuugi
replied, twisting the curly cable around his finger, “whatever
Yami said, I’m sorry.night – you asked me if I wanted to leave and I lied and said no when I should
have said yes. Please don’t hate me…”
“Yuugi…Yami was
right. It was my fault. I don’t deserve a friend like you.”
“That’s not true!
You know you mean the world to me Jounouchi-kun. I’d do anything just to see
you happy.” A voice echoed from the other end, one Yuugi recognised as
Jounouchi’s father. He sounded furious.
“I’m sorry, Yuugi,
I have to go. I’ll call you later when dad’s gone out, ok?” He hung up before Yuugi
could respond. Placing the phone back on the receiver, he slid out of bed,
pulling on a loose jumper. He still felt awful, like there was a pneumatic
drill on overdrive in his head and his stomach only needed the smallest excuse
to make him heave. His limbs still felt slightly heavy, a familiar dull ach
from the night before lingering throughout, but the room wasn’t in motion and
his eyes could focus on one thing at a time without difficulty. He needed
caffeine.
Yami wasn’t in
the kitchen where he’d expected him to be, but he was glad. Another
conversation about it all would drive him insane, and that was what he was sure
to get. Sighing, he flicked the switch on the kettle and proceeded into the
living room, slumping down onto the couch with a heavy sigh. Daytime television
was dull. It wasn’t worth watching, but he really had nothing better to do so
he switched it on, finding mild amusement in the Learning Hour on
channel four.
He couldn’t shy away from the fact that he was petrified.
Even though he had no direct affirmation, he felt used, he felt like some
dirtied rag to be thrown away. His body felt different in a way he couldn’t
explain. Perhaps it was psychological. He couldn’t bring himself to see what
exactly might have happened to him whilst bathing that morning in case he
should encounter something he didn’t ever want to see. He shuddered, curling up
into a tight ball, a cushion propping up his head on the arm of the chair. A
sob escaped his lips. Was not knowing worse than
finding out for sure? No news is good news, so they say.
“Is everything
ok, Yuugi?” Sugoroku said, head peering around the living room door. Yuugi
wiped his eyes frantically with his sleeves and nodded, but the old man was
unconvinced.
“You know, Yuugi-kun,”
he said, sitting down beside him, “there’s no better way of dealing with
feelings than talking about them and I know you might think I’m just your
interfering old grandfather, but I’ve lived through a lot of things – I know
how hard growing up is.”
“Jii-chan,” Yuugi
whined, burying his face in the cushion, “this isn’t going to be the start to
one of these birds and the bees talks is it because believe me, I’m well
informed already.” Sugoroku frowned.
“I was going to
say, that if there’s anything you want to talk to me about, you can,” he said,
almost sadly. Yuugi forced a smile.
“I know
jii-chan…”
“You don’t always
have to tell Yami. I’m here for you too.” Yuugi laughed inwardly. It seemed
lately he hardly told Yami anything. “I just feel like I’m losing you to him. I
know you can make your own decisions, but…”
“You’re not
losing me to anyone!” Yuugi said, wrapping his arms around his grandfather,
“I’ll always, always be here for you.
I wouldn’t ever leave you.” How he wished he knew that for sure. Sugoroku
sighed, pulling back.
“I don’t know
what I’d ever do without you.”
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Authoress notes-
when he gets worried about things. There is going to be more of a story
development, but I didn’t want to overload the chapter too much. One of the
main focal points of the plot is coming up soon…involving further twisted-ness
and cruelty on my part *snigger* but I’m sure I can find a few moments for
fluff…..somewhere……..
Now I just have
to get Lion King Songs out of my head