Girl Trouble
Chapter Eight
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Title:
Girl Trouble
Author:
Sean Wright
Disclaimer:
I don’t own Yu-gi-oh
Hello
all and welcome to chapter eight.
I
must say this fic is not easy to write. I’m not a guy nor am gay. I don’t know
how guys, straight or gay, behave around each other. My brother gives me
insight on the guy speak but he cringes when I talk to him about the story.
this thing.
Enough
of that.
Enjoy.
Chapter
Eight
Jin and he prayed that Yami would not be coming home anytime soon. The last
thing he wanted was deal with a fight or a jealous Yami. He turned back to Jin;
They guy was checking out the card display with confused look on his face.
display where the new Duelist cards were. Jin looked up at Yuugi when went over
to him, he had to know why the guy had sought him out.
“You stalking me or something?” He leaned against the counter, far away
to stay out of reach and close enough to his baseball bat hidden on the other
side.
features and again Yuugi was blessed with that heart stopping smile.
“Actually, I’m here to get a gag gift for one of my roommates back at
the dorms, he’s really into Duel Monsters,” he said with an ofndednded shrug.
“But I didn’t know this was where you worked, Yuugi.”
“You’re at university?”
Jin
nodded, “Second year at KO U.” His eyes lingered over Yuugi’s face before he
reached out to trace the curve of Yuugi’s elegant chin with his forefinger.
“What about you?” He asked distractedly.
Yuugi
turned his back on Jin and went around the counter to an open display. “I’m
still in high school.” Yuugi picked up a pack of cards and
well. You know, the guy who trying to kill you yesterday.”
The
other youth made a dismissive gesture. “He didn’t do any serious damage, beside
I can hold my own.” He picked up the cards and turned the foil pack over in his
hands. “So how long have you been working here?”
is my grandfather’s shop.”
Jin
looked up interestedly. “For real?”
Yuugi
nodded. “You don’t who I am, do you?”
to hook up with but you’re tied down to some asshole who’s never heard of ask
first before taking a swing another.” He flashed Yuugi a lopsided grin that
instantly had Yuugi weak at the knees.
A
cute girl?
The
term caught Yuugi off guard. Jin didn’t know him; He saw Yuugi as the rest of
the world now did and what he saw was a girl. A cute fucking girl.
flatted by this constant attention. I get more than enough on a daily basis and
I am just fed up with people not respecting me or my relationship. So, man, if
you want to buy some cards, go ahead, but I really want you to leave.”
trying to disrespect your…God, I like you, and I want to get to know you…”
all, but I ain’t looking for anyone to hook up with on the side. You got me?
I’m with Yami Moto.”
placating gesture. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry about everything…” He handed Yuugi the
pack he had given him earlier. “But I was wondering about one thing, Yuugi.”
him a bankcard.
Jin
waited until Yuugi had finished and
handed him a small bag before he continued. He caught Yuugi’s chin in a gentle
yet firm hold. “I was wondering how you taste.”
Before
the boy could respond, Jin had captured his lips in an all consuming, mind
numbing kiss.
hill.
stranger, but was something else entirely when you start kissing that person
back and enjoying it.
been with Yami. It could have been that everyone he knew was either his closest
friends and like family to him or complete a-holes who only want to fuck up his
life and/or kill him. It could have been that he was looking for a bit of
normalcy in his life. It could have been anything, real or imaginary; yet it
was when Yuugi began to have doubts about his relationship with Yami he felt
the first real shaft of panic in go through his entire body.
simpler if he had never be given his puzzle, but it never would have been as
interesting nor would he have those who were his friends. Or Yami.
oblivious to everything around him except for the bullies and his solitude and
playing the Duel Monsters game. Who knew who his life would have turned out
hadn’t all that stuff happened to him and his family. Things might have different
and it was a good chance his life would have just become a longer, extended
version of the hell it was before he was shoved onto his current path.
few times. He was close to that point at thirteen. He had no friends, his ass
was being kicked daily coupled with the stress of his developing sexuality,
Yuugi felt messed up, confused, and alone. When his oji-san gave him the
he would never be tall, he was effeminate and without working out, he would
have been perfect fodder for the bullies or any freak out there that wanted to
toy with a short, gay kid who was kind of odd and loner.
for him; destiny had stepped in to change his life and given him Yami. He had
in Yami someone who had never judged him, who trusted him and loved him long
before they became lovers. He waugi’ugi’s strength, the pillar that he had once
clung to when the world became too much, but soon they became partners and
Yuugi found that he could stand at Yami’s side and they became equals. In their
relationship there was an understanding that could survive petty arguments,
mood swings, and changes. They were strong together. Their relationship was
built on a solid foundation of trust, acceptance, and understanding as well as
love. And if Yuugi was sure about anything in his life he was sure about them.
He knew they would survive the rough passages of time, he and Yami cared about
one another too much not to fight for their life together. They would stay
together. He and his Yami.
back to each other. They would better because of this experience and as corny
as it sounded, Yuugi knew their love would stronger as well.
place where his troubles began, three weeks to the day he lost his masculinity
and became a girl.
beside the water fountain. A cup of
black coffee sat between his knees as he watched the unusual light crowd in the
mall. There was no sales or anything, most were window-shopping of grabbing
snacks at the food court.
He raised the paper cup to his lips and took a long
sip of the foul brew. What the hell had possessed him to order black coffee, he
wondered for the tenth time.
Then he remembered, this was Yami drink of choice
and he had been thinking of Yami when he ordered it. Yuugi smirked at own own
carelessness as he downed the rest of it. Kami, what going on with him?
//I have
been asking myself the same questions?//
/Yami?/
presences of his lover in his mind, Yuugi turned around, scanning the area
around him as Yami allowed him to feel him. Almost immediately Yuugi’s eyes
landed on solitary figure sitting on the other side of the fountain with two
cups of coffee. Although Yami wore dark glasses, Yuugi knew without a doubt
that Yami was watching him. . /How
long have you been there?/ Yuugi asked as he started towards the Pharaoh.
Yami withheld his answer until Yuugi was standing
beside the bench he occupied. //You have not been available much this week,
Hikari.// Yami said as he made room for his light.
Unceremoniously, Yuugi dropped down beside him.
“Latte?” He held the beverage out even as he offered it. “No whipped cream,
extra chocolate.” Then he added, “It will wash away the sour taste of that
coffee you were drinking.”
A rueful grin crossed Yuugi’s lips as he ripped the
lid off his drink. “How long have you been here?”
“Long
enough,” was the evasive reply. Yami draped his free arm behind Yuugi’s shoulder
as he raised his own cup to his lips. //I though you and I should talk in
private and in a neutral area// he finally said. //You have been distant
all this week. Short tempered and confused.//
/Can you
blame me?/
Yuugi asked irritably. /I have a woman’s body or have you not noticed./
//I
have noticed.// His fingers shifted easily through Yuugi’s unbound hair. He
felt the boy relax and then tentively leaned into his touch. Yami frowned
slightly, for Yuugi’s hesitation did not sit well with him.
was so low and filled with the insecurities that were not projected on his
impassive features.
Confused, Yuugi said, /Huh?/
Yami didn’t answer immediately. He savored in just
being with his light. All the fear, tension and anxiety he had felt since
seeing Yuugi’s transformed body and going through this horrid week—Everything
was released once Yuugi finally relaxed and melted against his side.
/She came
to me here,/
Yuugi whispered softly.
//Who?// Yami asked distractedly. He did not want to think of
anyone else other than them.
/That
creature, the one who did this to me. She came to me here. I had just fought
with Kaiba./
//Why were
you and Kaiba fighting?// Yami demanded quickly. Red ire, like molten lava surged through his
mind at the mention of though of his dealing with that little toad. Just as
quickly Yami’s angry shifted to himself and he instantly blamed himself for not
knowing that Yuugi had needed him even
before this ‘creature’ had arrived. Damn it, he was becoming careless in this
time.
Yuugi, sensing where Yami’s thoughts were headed. /Kaiba
is not the issue nor is he important. Nor do I blame you for what happened to
me. That thing would have gotten to me even if Kaiba hadn’t provoked me./
//You are
right, Hikari.// Yami murmured as he pressed his lips to Yuugi’s temple.
pain with interest, Yami promised silently. The little shit’s life could now be
counted in hours. Yami was going to have his freaking heart for this latest
bout of insolence. //Tell me about
the ‘creature’ as you call it.//
/There
isn’t much else. She sat down beside me and we started talking. I don’t recall
much about the conversation but somewhere down the line we started talking
about Duel Monsters. She asked me to play—I remember saying that I was meeting
you but after that nothing except…/
//Except
what?//
A shiver race through the boy’s body as the memories
came back to him.
He had realized too late that he had been duped. But
there was no escape from the game. If he lost, he suffered. If Yuugi forfeited
the game then he would be tortured and if by some miracle he won, Yuugi would
have still been hurt. His host had been determined to bring some harm to Yuugi
no matter the outcome.
“You have
lost.” Her voice the only sign of another as the last of Yuugi’s Shadow
Monsters faded away.
destroyed right before his eyes and Exodia the Forbidden One never had a chance
to be formed. The cards drifted slowly from his hands as Yuugi fell to the
ground.
“Arrogance?” he whispered. He did not understand. He had just wanted to
play...But not with her. “No,” he shouted at her. “This was not what I had
wanted. I refused to play. You forced me into this game. This is not right!”
and laughed at the fierce some pride in his lavender eyes. “I did not make you
summon the creatures hidden within the Shadows.” She saw the confusion in his
eyes and laughed. He did not understand nor know of what she referred. “Your
arrogance was showing me your monsters. The sight of them was as good as you
verbal acceptance of my challenge. For that, you will pay.”
intention to offend anyone….
“Of course!” She exclaimed loudly, “We never mean to offend anyone. But
you,” she turned blazing eyes on him. “You defied yourself and this sacred
light by bringing that accused darkness into it.”
“I—“
Hands grabbed the sides of his head and he started
into the most frightening depths of a depravity before he was thrown carelessly
to the ground. Yuugi pushedselfself up only to have the breath knocked out of
his body as a sudden weight fell on him pinning him to the ground.
“I. I. I.
I. I. I… you what?” She screamed in his face. “You are a perverted soul,
corrupted by that faithless cur of long
dead Kemet.” Then hoiceoice softened and the weight on his chest lessen,
“It is of little wonder why he wants you. Why he is obsessed with you.” Her
hands trailed gently over his face and hair as she continued in her quiet tone,
“You are beautiful. Your crystalline soul is a treasure, a thousand times more
brilliant than any stars. The innocence of your heart is very pure and dazzling
and filled with the warmth of the sun.” Just as suddenly her hands tighten on
his cheeks, squeezing the bones until Yuugi let out a strangled cry in
protest. “Yet you allow that foul
creature of the Shadows touch your light. He has corrupted you with pleasures
of the flesh. He has tarnished your brilliance with his polluted aura and you
have allowed him to do so without a single care as to who this tainted one has
done to us.” She threw herself way from him with a violent thrust, leaving him
to moan and gasp painfully on the frozen floor while she danced around him.
from the twisted agony that he had been placed in. His puzzle had been removed
from his grasp by cold hands, leaving him alone, cut off from Yami to be sucked
further down in this white nightmare.
psychotic angel continued to dance around him, caught up in the wild abandon
she had created for herself as she screamed curses at everything.
Weak from fear and cold, Yuugi struggled
held him down on the ground. He was so cold, shivering in this brilliance that
could have rivaled the winter’s sun for all the heat it produced. Yuugi closed
his eyes as the light was blinding him
with its painful intensity every time he tried to move.
him. She had become bored with her game and the Shadows were no fun when they
could not come into the light. The look on her face reminded Yuugi of a child
who had been denied a favored toy; But the madness in her eyes reminded him
that this was no child. She was very powerful, cunning, and deadly. She wanted
him to suffer for some offense that he did not consciously commit.
Her cold eyes lighted upon him as feral grin that
almost rivaled Yami’s sent a shaft of cold fear throughout his body. More
afraid now than he was before, Yuugi renewed his futile struggled against his
invisible bonds.
settling on his waist as she planted her hands on both sides of his face. She
leaned forward, her shimmering lips just a breath away from his own and she
smiled.
“A life
for the light,” she breathed across his lips.
Yuugi jerked violently as he tried to turn his face
away, but she caught his chin with her dainty fingers and exhaled again.
Yuugi’s eyes began to tear as the acidic smell of her breath assaulted his
nostrils.
“I hear
your soul calling out to him, yet he will never save you. How can he save you
from yourself?” She lowered her lips to touch his, when Yuugi tried to up away,
she merely laughed before moving over to place wet, butterfly kisses over his
cheek. All the while, Yuugi lay there, a helpless prisoner, screaming in
agonized pain as the acid from her mouth covered his skin.
Yuugi tried to scream but all that came out was
hoarse rasp. Her touch was like fire on his flesh; the wet trail she left was
burning worst than anything he had ever felt. He thrashed about, trying to push
the woman away, but she just laughed in his face.
says to you. Biaw? How possessive of him. How dare he claiming you as
his when he never had the right? However, it shall never occur again, pretty
one. You now belong to me. Mine from the beginning of time.”
yours.”
hand and forced him to meet her gaze. Madness danced merrily in her eyes as she
lowered her lips to his. Just before she touched him, she whispered, “You are
not listening to me, sweet one, you have always belonged to me.”
“Please,” he croaked. “I don’t know what—“
“A life for the light,” she chanted, her voice a singsong as she moved
down his body. Her searing touch was melting the flesh from his bones, her
strong hands kneade eve every muscle. She was a sculptor with her clay, molding
and contorting his body all the while
Yuugi was pleaded for mercy and begging for his own death.
it, bathe in his light.
terror. His body was on fire; it felt as if he was dying. He wanted to cry, she
told him he could. She wanted to see his tears, but she was not going to stop.
Not yet.
“One body,” she was lost it now. She gloried in every sound and tear.
The light of pushed at the darkness that was wrapped around his soul, breaking
through until the shadows gave way and Yuugi’s power poured through and reached
out—for the darkness.
“No!” She screamed, rage showed in her face. Her fingers latched onto
Yuugi’s chest and poured every once of her hate and disgust into him, almost
suffocating him from the sheer force of her power. “The Darkness has to lose
his light. Why can you not understand this?” Why couldn’t he believe it when
she said he was hers?
“He bathes in your soul.” Fanatical eyes gleaming as she licked Yuugi’s
tears from her fingertips. “He basks in your light. But never again, my sweet
one.” She lowered her head to nuzzle Yuugi’s chest. The boy screamed in agony.
down, her painful lips touching his left ear. “You are mine.”
They sat side by side in silence. Yuugi had finished
with his tale, but the horror of it and what had been to him was yet to be
cleared from his mind as he sat clinging to Yami. As for the former Pharaoh it
was like he was in Tuat once again. Sometime during Yuugi’s narration,
Yami had pulled the boy into his lap. Now he clutched Yuugi to his chest and
tucked the boy beneath his chin and his hands moved mechanically over Yuugi’s
left arm and back.
It could have been anyone.
That though rocked Yami to his very core. Yami had a
list of enemies from his past from all ranges of life starting from the moment
he first allowed the Shadows to mix in his soul as a boy that could have
circled the globe twice. He had offended the Gods, priests, sorcerers, and
witches that wanted to see him tortured for all eternity. He had walked
roughshod and killed his rivals. Anyone who spoke against him never lived long
and he made it a special point to have all the members of his enemies families
killed just so he could have avoided something like this from happening.
However, never in all his years would Yami have dreamed up a something as cruel
as this. He had been blessed with an inventive and daring imagination, but this
surpassed even his most malicious endeavors.
Neither spoke, both young men were still wrapped up in their own thoughts to
think of anything else.
nightmare had drained him and when he got home all he wanted to do was sleep.
fallen asleep in his arms. Then he lay
there another hour just watching Yuugi sleep. Fear clutched his heart every
time he thought of leaving his light.
Hours later Yami was in the middle of his workout.
He came to the gym to take out his aggression on the machines and hopeful wear
himself out that the imagine of that fiend slithering down Yuugi’s body would
disappear from his mind. However,
pounding his fists into a punching bag still could not wipe the memory from his
mind. The horrors that Yuugi had lived through was enough to drive anyone mad
and Yami was close to it.
“Well this
is turning into a familiar sight, Pharaoh?”
turn around. “You have stooped to breaking into gymnasiums to irritate me,
Bakura?”
darkly. “I noticed your motor car out front and decided step in for a brief
chat.”
“How lucky for me” Yami growled as he slammed his right fist into the
bag and then his left.
“Have you spoken to your hikari?”
it did nothing to release his tension, but now he had a face he could mentally
beat into oblivion. “Yuugi told me about the creature that attacked him.” He
said shortly.
“And?” Bakura inquired impatiently.
tightly. “I don’t know.”
it in place for Yami. “What?” When Yami did not reply Bakura went on. “Pharaoh,
I like to think that understand you after a these last years of peace between
us. This is the first time I have ever heard the slightest bit of doubt from
you.”
Yami viciously slammed his fist into the bag,
managing to rock Bakura on his heels. “I am not in doubt of myself, Thief.” He
snarled. “I just need some time to think. My list of enemies is greater and
more diverse than yours. I cannot just pick one at random and obliterate them.”
“Why not
destroy them all?” Bakura was naturally
curious.
Yami glared at him, coldly. “It not that simple. The
gods of this world would not take to kindly to my tearing the celestial plains
just to kill the old gods of Kemet.”
“You
believe it was our Gods who attacked your light?”
The expression on Bakura’s face was skeptical.
“Pharaoh, I was not apart of your inner circle or your court. I was one of
those insignificant lives that you and your proud princes mistreated, stepped
on, and killed for pleasure. Yet as part of the huddled masses in the shadow of
‘your greatness’ I heard the same rumors about you.”
menacingly on Yami’s brow as he stared coldly at the thief.
gutter trash.” He reached out and grabbed the front of Bakura’s dark blue
hooded jacket with his tapped hands. “I am still your lord and master. I hold
your life and that of your hikari’s in the palm of my hand. Offend me, Tomb
Raider, and I will end your meaningless existence.”
and the Queen as well as your brothers and sisters.”
my mother’s only child.”
“You had
issues with your father and his second family?” Bakura sneered. “You are truly
a spoilt little throne born brat aren’t you.”
“What is
it that you think you know, vermin, aside from that came from the palace
gossip?” Cold ruby eyes stared contemptuously at the man, then without a word,
Yami let Bakura go. The other collapsed to the floor, panting. Yami sat down
before him with knees bent and rested his arms over them.
“My father was weak,” Yami told him. “His second wife was a Sumerian
whore and their children whalfhalf-bred bastards; but they were never really
that important to me until that woman tried to steal my throne. I decided they
all had to die then.” He removed the bandana from his head and used it to swipe
at the sweat dripping from his chest. “Before that woman came and started
breeding my father’s bastards, Memphis everyone feared me. No one would risk my
displeasure, even my father would not dare cross me, for he, the foolish
Pharaoh, feared the power of the Shadows.” He met Bakura’s curious eyes. Yami
flashed him a grim smile. “But I was a good ruler. I knew that, you as one of
my subject knew that as well. I put Kemet beforl ell else, even my own life. It
kills me to know what befell her after my passing. Had I produced an heir, my
kingdom—My kingdom became a slave after my containment. She was robbed of her
dignity and pride by those unscrupulous wretches who cowered before those
useless nothings who dared to think of themselves as gods. For their weakness,
Kemet lost itself and was controlled by the scrambling locus from the north and
east. Her treasures were gone and my Kingdom is nothing of but dull, cracked
shell of her former self. For her peace, I went into the shadows. I entrusted
Kemet future in the hands of a new dynasty. My compromise with those cowards
led to the destructions of my nation and my people.”
“Even with all this, you will not hold our Gods to be responsible for
what befell your light? ”
Yami shook his head, “What I am saying is that have
long list of enemies. That rabble just happens to be there. If history was to
compare my enemies and numerous atrocities with the petty tyrants of the who
came after me, Hitler and Stalin would be looked upon as malicious little thugs
at play.”
“Who’s Hitler?” asked a puzzled Bakura.
“It questions such as that is why you and Marik should joined me in receiving a
modern education.”
“Bosh.” Bakura snorted. “I was never one for such frivolous acties.ies.
Tis for those with can waste their days quoting dead men and making speeches.”
“You are right in some respects.” Yami scratched at his hair. Absently,
he noted that it was getting too long. In already reached the middle of his
biceps when it was down, in a couple months it would be touching his elbows. He
would have it on the morrow. “You do understand, Tomb Raider, that in this day
and age, it is a necessity to know more than how simply read menus and write
your name and address.”
“If it requires more than those basics, I leave those concerns to my
light.”
“You should not make yourself solely dependent on Ryou, Tomb Raider.”
Yami told him. “As he grows older and becomes more worldly, he will expect the
same of you. Yet if you refuse to change, to grow with him, and make a place
for yourself in this new world, you will lose your light and sink back into the
ring.”
“Do you harbor such a dreaded fear for yourself, Pharaoh?”
fears. I am completely independent of Y and and he… He depends upon me.”
“You will
never change, Pharaoh?”
Yami gaze settled on the ring about Bakura’s neck.
He could feel the dark magic of trapped within the golden prison clamoring
against their bonds. “That’s where you are wrong, Tomb Raider.”
“You are
the same self serving tyrant of centuries ago.”
“It is
something you will never understand as long as you remain as you are.” He
looked away from the ring and it’s bearer as he stretched out on the mat. “All
I want is Yuugi being there when I want him, which is all the time. Yet this
boy, this beautiful young man, he loves
me unconditionally and completely knowing all my faults. Would you like to know
where the irony lies in all of this?” A bitter cle ele escaped him.
“If serves to make you miserable, then of course.” Bakura quipped.
this drama is that I worship him. He is the only person I felt this way for in
my long life. Had I any doubt of either of our affections, they have been
eradicated. Yuugi and I will survive this. We have already made amends and our
relationship will be stronger, in the long run.”
“Pharaoh,” the Raider inquired cautiously, breaking the heavy silence that had
fallen over them.
“Yes?” Beyond the doors of the room they occupied, people were still
only with their insignificant lives without a true care in the world. Yami both
resented and envied them. How dare they be happy and monotonous while he and
his light suffered? The selfish masses, nothing interrupted their idiotic lives
except the occasional earthquake or bad weather or an especially heinous act of
terrorism. Other than that nothing shook their safe little worlds. Just a week
before, he was apart of that same monotonous little bubble: Going to school, do
stuff for dueling tournament and promotion, seducing Yuugi, making love with
Yuugi, falling asleep with Yuugi in his arms and then starting over.
be with him, to touch him, kissing him…he just wanted to be with him. He wanted
his Yuugi.
“Pharaoh.” Bakura called him for the fifth time.
His daydream of a very compliant and wet Yuugi was interrupted but that white
haired freak. “What the hell do you want?”
“There was rumor, during the war…”
himself, Yami snapped. “Go on.”
spoke. “During the Shadow War, you turned against Ra.”
replied. “It is true.”
attacking your hikari?”
yet he highly doubted it was them. “As I told you before, they would not.” he
said finally.
“You seem certain of this?”
“I am. That rabble feared me and the Shadows when I lived. Even now, in
their weak and powerless states, they cower in terror at my current existence.”
“Then who has done this?” Bakura had to admit that he was slightly
worried himself. To challenge the Pharaoh was insane, the man was the vessel of
the dark magic and was the most powerful sorcerer
“Does it matter?”
face. Bakura was top of him before Yami could react and the suddenly enraged
former thief had pinioned him to the floor. “It matters,” Bakura voice was
thick with emotion and he was shaking with rage. “It matters because I lost my
father at Suten-henen (Herakleopolis) and was made an orphan because of
your damned Shadow War.”
rolled to his knees. “I warned you, Tomb Raider, to never touch me again.” He
growled.
his eyes. “You owe me.”
“I owe you nothing.” Yami shot back.
“Your lust for power killed my family. Unlike you, Pharaoh, I
cared for my parents and siblings.” The former thief snarled. “I did not want
to lose them.”
“My intentions were to free Kemet from that lot of miscreants who dared
to call themselves gods.” Yami roared at him.
“You allied yourself to Set and damned us all to Tuat,” Bakura
rasped. “You condemned us to darkness and torment. Damn you, Pharaoh, I was
sacrificed for your greed.”
“I was betrayed.” Yami told him. “I was betrayed long before I became
Pharaoh.”
“Who could betray the child of darkness?” the thief sneered.
“That bitch.” Yami said spitefully. “My father’s wife and my royal
stepmother. The whore who wanted to put her misbegotten brat on my throne. She
tried to take everything from me including my life. She had convinced my father
that I was evil and that I was mad. My father fell for her tricks; even the
gods believed her lies and soon, no one trusted me. How silly of them. They had
forgotten who I was.” He glanced down
at his watch then stood up. “Believe this or not Bakura, you not sacrificed for
something as simple as greed. The Shadows and I chose you to be the guardian of
the ring.”
“What?” the spirit cried in disbelief.
“Everything that I have ever do and shall continue to do has been
meticulously though out to the most minor detail.” Yami walked over to his
black gym bag and scooped it up. “I did not become the ruler in Kemet by being
sloppy.”
“I don’t understand?”
“I though you knew everything about me through the rumors, thief.” Yami
flashed him a cocky grin as he removed the tape from his hands.
“You can go straight to hell.” Bakura growled.
“I’ve already been there and it was an interesting place. Bad décor, yet
what would one expect for the land of eternal suffering and damnation?” Yami
replied nonplussed. “And I will gladly sent you and that bleached blond freak
there for an extended stay and dip your worthless little lights in that fiery
river.”
“When you refer to your hikari, don’t you mean ‘she’?”ura ura asked
maliciously.
on my way home, maybe I should pay a little visit to that sniveling, servile
bitch you call your hikari.”
Pharaoh. Your displeasure is with me.”
Something
in Yami snapped. He threw his bag
across the room and plowed into the wall. “Every goddamned thing in this
forsaken world fucking displeases me.” He fell to his knees as he continued to
pound the wall. “Yuugi is an innocent. He should not be forced to suffer for my
actions. I had done unspeakable things to many innocent people. I walked
roughshod over everything for I wanted
to rule my kingdom without fear of those pathetic curs and that foreign witch.
I did what I believed to have correct thing to protect myself and my kingdom. I
am not sorry for a damned thing I had done. I admit to killing my father and
the bitch and their child. I admit that I condemned hundreds of my own people
death. Yet it had to be done for Kemet future. I had to do it.”
“The gods tried to kill you?” The soft question hung in the tense air.
father wanted to kill me. I did not worship the Gods and had no use for their
priests or anyone who worshiped them. I though it odd that I, who as child
played with magic and who was blessed with a power that rivaled the Gods,
should I bow and scrap before them. Them or anyone for that matter? Ra and the
others abandoned me and embraced that bitch’s child because he chose to bow
down before them. No one was going to take anything from me. The Shadows
protect me from harm and promised me eternity. I did not need the Gods in my
life nor did I need them in Kemet.” Slowly, he raised his face. Bakura would
have gasped, but he held his emotions at bay. Yami’s face was the same; it just
beneath the surface Bakura saw the Shadows and the Darkness. Black magic.
Cruelty, malice, and greed. “I am so far beyond the Gods reach…”
hikari.”
“They would not do something as foolish. That rabble fears me.” Yami
told him for the third time.
“Then who has done this?” He hated to admit, but the Pharaoh revelations
and his strange behavior had disconcerted him. All this talk of Gods and
betrayal had unsettled the brash and fearless Tomb Raider. However, now he
found himself wanting to laugh at his own ignorance. For years he though he
understood the Shadow Magic. Apparently he knew less about than that idiot Pegasus
or the lunatic. Moreover, it looks like Marik did not know much either. Scared
text his ass, Bakura scoffed. Foolish temple guards and priests, they had no
idea of what it meant to control the Shadows Magic.
It was hard for him not to be since the fool always wore that blasted Sennen
Ring. Normally it would have amused him to have the Tomb Raider cowering in
fear of him, but tonight, it did not matter. Yet the greedy little gutter trash
did surprise Yami with his persistent questioning. Everything deem eem to lead
back to Gods of Kemet. Yet he would have know had them moved against him or
Yuugi. The Sennen Puzzle would have destroyed them if they had come within the
range of Yuugi’s spirit.
cowards in Sekhet-hetep (Field of Peace) who had attacked Yuugi. Then
who it would have been someone or something coming for him since he conquered
death. But who? Who was insane enough to do this?
reached up and tucked his hair behind his ears. “I’m going to head out, thief.
Do you want a ride home?”
disbelief, which quickly became disbelief. “No offense, Pharaoh, but you have
more mood swings than that lunatic Marik.”
laughed. “What is that saying—Ah, I needed to vent and to my everlasting
surprise, you listened, even when I threatened to kill your hikari.”
needed to ‘vent’ so I chose help you out, this time, Pharaoh.”
back into a standing position. “Man, I need to get laid.”
then, shaking his head wildly. “Oh, I’m not going there.”
contemptuously at the slightly bedraggled white maned man in the old work out
clothes and well-worn running shoes. “You twisted little prick. You think I
would lower myself to fuck you? Hell no. I would never feel clean after the
act. Goddamn Nile river trash. I would cut my own dick off before I touched you
in a sexual manner.”
angry. “What? You think you’re too good for me?”
“Honestly? Yes.” Was the blunt reply.
egotistical son of bitch, not that I would want to sleep with you at all, but
you would damn lucky to get a piece of this. Motherfucker.”
Yami
snorted. “Lucky if I walked away without an STD, you nasty looking,
white-haired, inbred…”
“Inbred!”
Bakura screamed. “Inbred…”
“Yes, you
do know the definition of the word—“ The former pharaoh sneered.
inbred you fucking bastard of incest!” The thief was actually foaming at the
mouth. “Screw that. I am going to kick your ass.”
cocky grin on his face. “Come on, bitch.”
Bakura growled, “I’m going to fuck your pretty face
up, your Majesty.” And with that, the white haired youth lunged to his feet.
With a harsh cry, he charged the seemingly unprepared, somewhat thinner, and
shorter man.
Yami’s cheeky grin became feral sneer. It had been a
long time since he had been in a good physical fight. He was going to enjoy
this.
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