Let Go

Okay, so all prblems are solved so weekly updates are coming again. I actually forgot that I already put this chapter onto ff.net weeks ago so I’m updating chap 4 on Wednesday to get back ^^; forgive me for that okay? I had a lot on my mind. Anyway, enjoy the chap and R&R!
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Worsening

“So in short, you two want all of us to come live in Yami’s house so we can do most of his work so he won’t get stressed out and in the end, won’t go on a killing spree?” Ryou raised his eyebrow at Bakura and Mariku, both sitting lazily on a couch opposite him. Malik scowled in Mariku’s lap – where he had once more been forced to sit by his look-alike – as Seto and Joey looked thoughtful.

“Basically,” Bakura shrugged, “If we manage to keep him relaxed there’s a chance that his human side will suppress the bloodlust. At least that’s how much information I could get about half-breed demons. It doesn’t happen that much and a human with demonic powers like Yami has never been around, but I’m hoping it will be the same for him.”

“It could work, though his job will inevitably take its toll on him.” Seto leaned back in the chair he was sitting in. “But I suppose it’s better than just sitting back and not doing anything as he goes into his bloodlust. What did Yuugi say about the plan?”

“He agrees that it would be better if as much work as possible is taken away from Yami.” Mariku hugged Malik closer to him, very much aware of the fact that he could spend more time with Malik if they started living in the same house. “There are more than enough rooms anyway, though I wouldn’t mind sharing.” Mariku grinned at Malik and the other shivered. Malik would definitely say it was out of disgust, but a small voice in his head would most likely contradict that by saying he really enjoyed that idea.

All angels glanced at each other – Malik being the exception as he was trying to get free from Mariku’s death-hug – before nodding in silent agreement. “Sure, I’ll go ask God if we can but I think he’ll agree with the idea.” Seto stood up and walked over to the door. He was sure God would agree with the idea, and just hoped that Yami wouldn’t be too irritated, by now to not want them around.

“So how’s he been doin’? It’s been a week since his first signs showed so…” Joey shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he glanced at Bakura and Mariku. Mariku actually stopped his teasing of Malik and stiffened slightly as Bakura scowled. Not good signs at all.

“He’s getting worse. The stress of the wedding, combined with the enormous amount of work he’s getting at the moment, is stressing him to his limits. Not to mention that he’s subconsciously feeling the threat of Tsumi and is responding to it. His demonic side is getting excited by the challenge.” Bakura glared at the floor, a look not many would want on them.

“So how long do you think he can last?” Malik took his chance now that Mariku was distracted and ripped himself from the other’s grip – Mariku sulking now that Malik was no longer there – before looking back at Bakura.

“I don’t know. In one week’s time he’s gotten so annoyed that even Kumiko seems to want to keep her distance, and that’s saying something with those two.” Bakura sighed in annoyance, “I don’t think he’ll last too long.”

All sighed and leaned back in their seats. Malik sat down next to Joey with an actual defeated look on his face. If Yami went into his bloodlust… he didn’t even want to think about that.

An awkward and heavy silence fell over them as they waited for Seto to return. Joey was fiddling with his robes, Ryou was playing with his hands, Malik was glaring at the wall opposite him, Bakura was doing pretty much the same, and Mariku…well, he was humming. This time though, it wasn’t a happy tune.

It wasn’t until an hour later that Seto returned, his face not betraying anything of the conversation he’d just gone through. All looked up at him, trying to find any sign of the answer they wanted to know, but none showed. Seto simply sat down in the chair he’d been sitting in prior, a serious look on his face.

“Well, what happened?” Joey was never one for patience, and this whole ordeal was making his nerves stand on edge. He wanted to know what was going to happen and Seto was postponing a very simply answer far too long.

Seto gave the blonde a quick annoyed glare before refocusing his attention to the entire group. “God thinks the idea itself might work, but also thinks it could be dangerous if we fail. Not only would we most likely be killed, but Yami could easily come up to Heaven and kill everyone here.” He let the information sink in for a second before continuing, “He’s given us permission to go live on Earth for the time being, but he cautions us. We don’t know much about the mortal culture and we can easily stick out. And that has to be avoided at all costs.”

Relieved sighs were heard now that Seto had finally said they could go to Earth. Sure, it would be hard for the angels to adapt completely to the mortal culture, but if Bakura, Mariku, and Yuugi did it, so could they. The fact that demons kept a much closer eye on humans and that Yuugi had been studying the mortal culture for a long time before he went to Earth seemed to be of little importance to that statement.

“Well, I guess we’re packin’ den.” Joey got up with a large grin plastered to his face, glad that he was finally going to be spending time with his best friend again. Even though they saw each other weekly now, he still missed the time they used to spend together before Yuugi went to live on Earth.

As Seto gave a curt nod, all angels left to go and pack their stuff. Bakura and Mariku gave each other a quick glance, before Mariku grinned and followed Malik, a merry tune once more coming from his throat. Bakura scowled at the idea of having an overly happy Mariku around him now that Malik was going to be living with them, but supposed it couldn’t be helped.

He quickly glanced around him before going into the direction his own little look-like had gone, a small smirk playing on his face. Although he wasn’t as obvious with his feelings as Mariku was towards Malik, Bakura had to admit to himself that he might’ve fallen for his quiet look-alike – something he would never admit out loud though. Only small glances and maybe certain dreams at night could betray his feelings, but all seemed to go unnoticed by the others.

The smirk on his lips widened as he saw Ryou not far ahead of him, completely unaware that Bakura was following him. Bakura grinned; he was going to have some fun before Yami killed them all for having invited the four angels to come live with them.
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Yami rubbed his temple in annoyance as he walked to his front door late at night. Work had been trying to kill him for the past week and he swore it was succeeding. He’d become more irritable and moody, so much that even he had noticed. For some reason he couldn’t stop himself though, and he had no idea what to do about it all.

With a soft groan he opened the door to the house, wanting nothing more than to take a long hot shower to try and relax some. Just some peace and quiet and no one yelling at him because the paperwork wasn’t done yet. Like he could help it if everyone suddenly had so much of that paperwork for him.

As soon as he entered the house, and walked into the living room, he stared blankly, seeing not only Mariku, Bakura, and Yuugi there, but also Joey, Malik, Seto, and Ryou. It wasn’t their get together night right? He couldn’t have actually forgotten that much in all his stress.

“Yo!” Yami stared blankly at Joey grinning at him before the blonde went on his way upstairs. What he was going to do there? Yami doubted he even wanted to know.

After standing in the doorway for about a minute, just staring as all angels moved about with stuff, Yami finally decided he needed an explanation. He glanced around until he finally found Yuugi yelling something at Malik – he didn’t really care what – and walked over with a scowl on his face. This was going to interrupt with his relaxation plans, and he really needed to relax.

“Aibou, what’s going on?” Yuugi turned to face his lover and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Yami’s eyes narrow somewhat at the guilty look on the other’s face, “Yuugi?”

“Well you see… they’re going to live with us for a while to take some work off your hands since you’ve been stressing so much…” Yuugi gulped and tried to think of a way out of the house. Yami was going to explode in his current state, he just knew it.

Yami stared for a few seconds before glancing around at the angels walking around noisily. He looks back at Yuugi, his eyes narrowed even further, “You think that inviting some of the most noisy people of all time to help with work will help me stress less?” His voice was low and had a slight growl to it. Yuugi hoped with all his heart that Yami wouldn’t be too far gone to actually attack yet.

“I’m sure they’ll be quiet and-“Yuugi was interrupted as a crashing sound from upstairs was heard combined with yelling from both Malik and Joey. Yuugi laughed nervously again and he glanced up, no longer willing to continue that statement as Yami growled and glared up the stairs.

“They’re leaving, now.” Without giving Yuugi any time to protest to the statement, Yami walked away to take the long hot shower he wanted. Yuugi sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Of course the others weren’t leaving, they needed to be there, but he would really have to talk to them about being a little more quiet…

Never mind, this was going to be impossible. Joey and being quiet? No way in Hell was that ever going to happen. And he didn’t really see Mariku going easy on Malik now that he had so many opportunities to molest the angel.

Everyone was going to die, painfully.

Yuugi let out another sigh as he shook his head and went upstairs to beg and plead with the others to be quiet if they wanted to live. He only hoped it would work.

After some begging, pleading, and since that didn’t work, screaming, everyone agreed to try and be as quiet as possible. Yuugi let out a sigh of relief as he walked down the hall. Just before he could turn the corner and go downstairs again, he bumped into Yami who was standing in the hall and scowling in the direction he’d just come from. “Why are they still here?”

Yuugi gulped at the irritation in Yami’s voice, “Like I said, they’re here to help. I told them to be quiet so don’t worry.”

Yami’s eyes narrowed further as he stared into the hallway before turning his gaze to Yuugi and sighing, trying his hardest to just relax a bit and not snap for once. This cost him all his self-control these days, but he managed to calm down after a few seconds.

“Yami?” Yami looked into worried amethyst eyes and sighed, smiling a little to try and reassure the other he wasn’t mad.

“I’m just stressed, Yuugi. I have no idea why I’m so easily annoyed these days but I don’t think them being around here will improve my mood much.” Yami nodded his head in the direction of the other angels. Yuugi relaxed from his tense position. He’d been afraid Yami might actually attack someone, but it seemed that Yami had gotten control of himself again.

“They promised to be quiet and they’re here to take some of that stress away so don’t worry about them.” Yuugi felt slightly guilty for not telling Yami the whole truth about why he was so stressed, but he and the others had decided not to. Yami would just say it wasn’t that at all, so what was the point in it?

Yami just nodded at the comment before smirking, “Well there is another way to help me get rid of some stress.” Yuugi blushed at the purred words, spluttering out excuses that he had to help the other’s get settled in. Yami ignored it, throwing Yuugi over his shoulder and simply walking towards their room saying Bakura and Mariku could help the others.

The four angels and two demons in the mean time were looking for Yuugi. Needless to say, within minutes they stopped looking as they heard what was going on in Yami and Yuugi’s room.
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A crash was heard before two platinum blondes raced through the large mansion, the first one yelling at people to help him, the second grinning madly and trying to catch the first. It had been a week since the group of angels had moved into the mansion to try and take some stress away from Yami.

Yami swore they were only making it all worse.

Although the angels helped Yuugi arrange the wedding and he didn’t have to do anything but give his opinion on certain things, the angels and demons argued fiercely over several things. Yami’s headache had drastically increased because of this and his temper had only worsened further.

Another reason was that the angels had promised to take care of things like cooking and cleaning. This would be great except none of them really knew anything about the appliances they had to use for this and ended up destroying one thing or another trying to get what they were doing done.

The last thing was the fact that the angels knew almost nothing of human culture but couldn’t be discovered. Every time one of them went missing or even said he’d go out for some reason Yami worried about what would happen. One of them could easily slip up with their meagre knowledge of this world and that could cost them all big time.

On top of these problems his work had gotten even more hectic than before. Some other company had managed to fuse with some smaller ones and now threatened their position in the stock market. A rivalry had started between the two companies and Yami had to try everything he knew just to keep them the largest one.

The little bit of stress relief he’d always found at home with Yuugi and Kumiko had been reduced. Yuugi was still there but was very busy with the wedding and trying to cover up for the other angels if they did something wrong. Kumiko seemed to be more out of the house than in these days. Yami had heard her talking enthusiastically about a boy she was hanging out with and by the tone of her voice, she’d fallen in love with him. Yami figured she spend most of her time with him now.

All of this together made his stress level rise all the more. Even when he tried his hardest nowadays he couldn’t stay calm for more than a few minutes before snapping at someone. He was surprised no one commented on it and just let him go on, but in his moody state he couldn’t really bring himself to care about it. All he wanted was for it all to stop. A long vacation to just relax and throw all his worries aside sounded very tempting, but with his company in the position it was in, he couldn’t afford one.

Everyone around Yami could sense the bloodlust rising. Yami’s temper was flaring and now he was being challenged by not only Tsumi, but this new company as well. Although the company had nothing to do with actual fighting, it was threatening a position Yami had gained and no demon liked being surpassed once he’d claimed such a high rank.

All swore they were trying to help Yami as much as possible, but knew their arguing was driving the other insane all the more. The idea of going back to Heaven had already come up, but they knew that without them around, the tasks they’d taken over from Yami would bring about the same end results. They were all becoming more pessimistic about Yami getting through this period without actually going into his bloodlust, but kept trying nonetheless.

After seeing Malik race into the living room where he’d just sat down to get away from everyone for a while, Yami shot up with a snarl on his face, his eyes turning the deep shade of garnet in anger, “If you don’t get the hell out of here right now I swear I’m going to kick you out the painful way!” Malik’s eyes widened as he quickly turned around, racing past Mariku who had just entered as well and dragging him along. Yami was in no state to be bothered, and Malik wanted to stay unharmed. He might hate running away from a fight, but in this case he’d gladly make an exception.

Yami growled in irritation and fell back onto the couch, his head in his hands as he tried to calm himself. ‘Get a hold of yourself, Yami. You’re going to kill someone at this rate.’

Yami grimaced at that thought. He felt the urge to at least hurt and possibly kill someone far too often for his liking, but he just couldn’t suppress the urge. He’d had to rip himself away from his friends to be wreck something other than them multiple times just so he wouldn’t give in.

“I’m going insane, I swear.” Yami shook his head and took a deep breath before he heard the front door open and people coming in. He recognized Kumiko’s voice easily, happily chatting to whomever she’d brought home, but didn’t know the voice answering her. It was a male voice though, so he could only guess this was the guy Kumiko had been ranting about so much.

The door to the living room opened as Kumiko and the other boy – Ayashige was it? – came in. Yami tried his best to calm himself so he wouldn’t scare his sister’s crush away; Kumiko would never forgive him.

“Yami, I thought you’d be at work.” Yami turned around and managed to smile with all his effort at his sister’s somewhat reluctant form, the boy she’d been talking with standing slightly behind her.

“I had to get away from an hour or I would’ve jumped out of the window.” Although his voice sounded joking, Yami swore it was the truth.

Kumiko relaxed somewhat at seeing her brother in a seemingly good mood. She thanked God for the timing Yami had chosen for that good mood, as she was sure Ayashige wouldn’t have reacted well to the moody Yami that had been around for the past two weeks.

She turned to her friend and smiled as she pointed at Yami, “That’s my brother, Yami. He’s been taking care of me for practically my whole life.” Kumiko turned back to Yami and smiled at him, “this is Ayashige-kun. He’s the boy I told you about.”

Yami nodded and got up to shake the other’s hand. As soon as their hands touched an unknown feeling surged through his veins and Yami jerked back, glaring at Ayashige as alarm bells rang loudly in his head. He didn’t know how exactly he knew, but this boy was no good. There was just something very wrong about him.

Ayashige blinked as Yami jerked back so suddenly, before slightly backing away at the glare suddenly being aimed at him. Kumiko looked between them in alarm, trying to figure out what had gone wrong before turning pleading eyes onto Yami. They were unseen as Yami’s eyes narrowed further.

“Who are you and what do you want with my sister!” Ayashige cowered under the intense gaze and looked at Kumiko in panic. Kumiko shot him a helpless expression before once more looking at her brother.

“Yami, he’s just someone from school. What’s go-“ she was cut off by the same glare Yami was giving Ayashige. She couldn’t get another word from her lips as soon as Yami looked at her. Never had Yami glared this intensely at her before.

Yami’s gaze went back to Ayashige, “I don’t know what you want but I know it’s not good. Get out!” Ayashige backed away further, glancing from Kumiko to Yami in fear. Kumiko gave a last desperate look at her brother to try and calm him but to no avail. She bit her lip as she turned to Ayashige and gave him a look that clearly stated he should leave before something happened.

Ayashige gave her a worried look, obviously concerned if she’d be okay with someone like Yami. Kumiko just smiled weakly, “Go, I’ll be fine.”

Reluctantly the teen turned away and left the house. Yami’s temper calmed somewhat but didn’t leave. What was Kumiko thinking, hanging out with a guy that so obviously was no good!?

“Why did you do that?!” Kumiko looked at Yami angrily. Yami had seemed perfectly okay just before he shook Ayashige’s hand. Then he’d suddenly rounded on the boy as if he was the devil himself. Kumiko’s confusion was overruled by her anger. She didn’t care why Yami had done it, she only cared that he’d done it.

“He’s no good; I can’t believe you were hanging out with him. He could’ve hurt you!” Yami quickly sensed if Kumiko was in any kind of pain but only felt anger radiating off her. The hurt he was trying to find was there as well, but it was not physical.

“No good? He’s just someone from school! You’ve been acting like a jerk for the past two weeks and now you even scare off the guy I like! How could you!” Tears ran from Kumiko’s eyes, not only because of hurt but mostly because of anger. Yami might’ve just ruined her chances with Ayashige and she would never forgive him for that. Never.

“I forbid you to see him again!” Yami’s eyes narrowed, “I don’t want you getting hurt and I know there’s something about him that’s wrong.”

Before Yami could say anything else Kumiko slapped him across the face. Yami’s temper temporally faded as he stared in shock at his crying sister. Only now did he realize what exactly he’d just done, and what it must mean for Kumiko.

Any attempt to apologize was ruined as Kumiko looked up at him with furious eyes, “I hate you!” Yami froze as Kumiko ran away to her room, tears still streaming down her cheeks as she sobbed. Yami just stood there, staring at the spot Kumiko had just been in as he fully processed what had just happened. Kumiko had slapped him, and then told him she hated him. Never before had they been in a real fight, but it seemed this one would last for quite a while. Kumiko was never one to say something like she just had.

“Fuck.”
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