Crimson

27; Hi guys, first addition on adultfanfiction though I am not new to this game. Hope you enjoy this first chapter


Yami decided to lie comfortably in Joey’s arms. A bed would not provide the same warmth and solace. He closed his eyes and allowed his body to relax after a tiring, distressing day.
Joey pushed the presents and balloon and party wrappers aside. He sat on the sofa in the quiet lounge. Everyone else was settled in bed and dreaming. It had been four, long, agonising months to get this far and still the shadows lurked outside and the chilliness of the night seemed to seep through every crack and crevice in the home.
Yami, his angel and partner had lost weight and now weighed almost five stone. Four months ago he had been involved in a terrible accident which would scar him for life. It happened in April when the mornings were bright and the weather was warm. Joey sat, rocking Yami in his arms. If it weren’t for Kaiba’s support, Yami would not be here. He thought back to how it all began on one April morning when it was in the holidays….

Four months ago

…. “Look, why don’t you just buy the stuff and meet me outside, okay?” Yami was growing very impatient as he held at least three heavy bags of shopping. He had no intention of holding it for much longer and his temper was very short. His strong muscles were determined not to give in even though his mind just wanted these bags to be thrown out the shop window.
Joey swiftly picked up a carton of milk, “okay, I won’t be long, just wait outside.”
Yami stamped out of the small building, sweating. It was one hot day. The news said there might be an earthquake later in the afternoon. Although no where near where they lived, which was very fortunate.
Placing the bags down at his feet he let go of the handles and massaged his left hand. Who knew his family could get through so much food! In less than a week!
His stomach rumbled. So much food made yearyearn to eat. The peanuts and crisps were staring at him from the confines on the bag, just begging to be eaten.
Yami licked his lips, scanning the streets for a cake shop. He had struck lucky. With the sparse loose change he had in his pocket a juicy donut would do just fine.
Joey stumbled out the shop beside him, a new bag carrying two heavy cartons of milk. “Sheesh, will you look at this stuff?” He gasped, “people will think we have twelve kids or something!”
Yami smirked, “good thing we don’t do this every week!”
“We might if Sugo continues to load us with chores.”
Yami dreamily nodded as his thoughts strayed to other things, “Well, I’m hungry. Let’s stop and have a break. There’s a cake shop just a few yards away. Wanna get something?”
Joey shook his head. “Nah, you go and buy yourself something. I’ll eat at dinner time. Go on. I’ll mind the shopping.”
“Arigatoo Jounouchi.” Yami brushed his aching hands against his pants before walking up to the shop that was selling some of the most luxurious sweets in all of Japan.
His mind was so adrift into what the shop might be selling today that he was a little to slow to register that a car waadinading straight towards him. In a blur of fear and panic, the Pharaoh had no idea of what was going on, but Joey did. He watched in horror as soon as Yami had headed to the shop as a car crawled up the sidewalk from the road and accelerated down the path. It narrowly missed Joey and a small girl who let out a shrill scream. Yami didn’t look in time to see the approaching danger. The raging car hit him full force in his back and flung him into a shop window.
“YAMI!” Joey screamed as his small buddy was thrown as if he had weighed nothing. The car charged down the street followed closely by police cars. Their lights flashed red and blue as they pursued the attacker.
Joey, forgetting about the groceries, ran to where his partner had been hit. Blood scored the path and had splashed up the walls of the building. Only moments ago Yami was right beside him, safe and sound. Joey hoped that this was all just one horrible nightmare. Everything just seemed unreal.
In denial and senseless, Joey dialled for an ambulance before even discerning the state the Pharaoh could be in. Hastily, returning the phone to his over-sized pocket, he ran over to the broken window and looked in. Yami lay on his side, panting sicklyood ood was pooling around his whole body and people were shouting and screaming. Children were crying. Others had also been run down and hurt, possibly dead by the mad car.
“Yami, baby, can you hear me?” The desperate blonde managed to choke out as he knelt beside the spirit’s bleeding body. Much to his distress, he got no answer, only the sound of panting lungs and spurting blood. Joey took his green coat off and tried to lay it softly over Yami’s tiny form. His eyes were screwed shut, mouth open. “Joey’s here,” But then he choked on a scream when he saw a sheet of glass from the window embedded in Yami’s slender chest, “oh Yami, answer me!”
He heard a siren. He prayed to any God out there that it was the ambulance. Someone must have dialled for one earlier than he did as it had come rather quickly. Behind it, yet more hospital vehicles followed. Alas, Joey could not smile as the much-yearned for vehicles approached his position. His baby was dying.
Joey turned back to Yami, sobbing. “Yami, the ambulance is coming. You’re gonna be okay.” Still, no reply. Joey bit his lip.
The white vans continued there way around the scene of the accident, assessing the victims. One van stopped in front of Joey and three paramedics came rushing out. They dropped beside Yami and began barking orders. They gently got him on a stretcher and covered him with blankets, Joey’s coat still clinging to his partner. With a heavy heart and tears in his eyes, the blonde got in the ambulance as his buddy was taken inside.
After that, Joey was in a state of shock. He could barely remember anything except the van rocking on its wheels, loud sirens echoing in his head, a paramedic helping Yami to breathe. His mind spaced out. All color drained from his face. He felt nausea in the pit of his stomach. He lost track of time. He did not know how long they were in the ambulance for. Did not know how long it would take them to get Yami to the hospital. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He did not know he was crying. He couldn’t feel the tears.
A sharp horrible image flared up before his eyes. It was that long slab of glass that had somehow wedged itself into the Game King’s chest. It was going to kill him. He edged nearer to Yami and numbly helped the paramedic connect Yami to a breathing machine. His lungs weriliniling. He recognised Yami’s body going into a state of distress. He was struggling to get air.
“He’s unconscious,” The paramedic’s face was hidden behind a mask. Blood stained his gloved hands where he had touched the boy, “how old is he?”
Joey gulped. He could not think. The question was so simple, why couldn’t he find the answer?
“I’m not sure…” Joey breathed.
The man nodded, “does he have a medical history of any kind?”
Joey grunted as tears made everything move in a gentle haze. Why was he asking him these things? Wasn’t it clear that he was in shock? Too scared stiff to think? That his baby was dying?
“I don’t know.” Joey held the King’s twitching hand that was coated in blood. He kept his gaze away from the paramedic to try and avoid his questions.


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