Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Memories of Shadow and Light ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

A.N. Yet again re-written with the help of Blood Moon, I have fixed my problems with her tutoring. Thanks to her any translations I use will be from the Hieroglyphs translation, and I have to thank her for most of the history too, so all praise Blood Moon! Thank you! ^-^ And, if it wasn't obvious, I do not own YuGiOh… though I desperately wish I did.

 

Chapter one

 

Hot panting breaths fanned over his skin as his sweaty body moved and arched up against the stronger and larger one above him. He gasped at the feel of the other's body, heated and tense like his own. Yugi gasped, unable to remain quiet as the larger hands moved, stroking and touching him in places never felt before.

Lips pressed to his and a powerful tongue swept in, loving him and conquering him. This kiss was hungry and hot, forcefully pressing his head back and into the silky sheets below him.

Yugi kissed back his arms raising to hold his lover against him, their chests pressing together snugly; bronze to alabaster. Yugi lifted his hand to run his fingers through the hair on the other's head, enjoying the charge that raced through him at the throaty groan his actions caused.

The lips left his to trail over Yugi's neck, gentle nips and licks that followed the natural curve of his body. Yugi arched up his breath a keening cry and he felt the lips spread into a wide grin. The person's rumble of humor ran over Yugi's flesh by their connected chests as the lips moved to his earlobe, nipping lovingly.

Yugi shivered, loving the feel, his body so close to its limits, he never wanted the sensations to stop. His chest was so full of suspended feelings, that his body burned from his ears to the tips of his curled toes.

He called out a again, wondering if it was even possible to feel so good, when the deep resonant voice tickled his ears, the foreign language ruddy in his ears, yet completely understandable, “Fall, my light. I will catch you.”

Yugi's eyes bugged open, the name of his lover shouted from his lips, and his violet eyes found and locked to the familiar set of crimson. His yami's darker face and complexion staring back at him.

His shadow side, smiled, his brow slick with sweat, his bangs clinging to the flesh. Yugi was for some reason pleased by the image above him, though somehow he knew he shouldn't be. Yet, the only question in his mind, was why the name he'd shouted not been Yami, but something else.

Something…

 

Yugi sat up in his bed with a cry of surprise, chest heaving as he breathed in the cool air of his bedroom. What was that?! Yugi shook, his body drenched in a cold sweat, from the nightmare he'd just woken from. I… was… was… with…

“ACK!” Yugi screamed, shaking his head violently trying to rid the sensual picture from his mind as once again his yami's sweaty, pleasured face filled his mind.

Aibou? What's wrong?

Yugi jumped in his place on the bed, his heart leaping into his throat at the sound of Yami's concerned question.

Aibou?

“I—I'm fine Yami. Just a … bad dream.” Yugi answered out loud suddenly fearing that by some fluke Yami would have seen it as well. What would he think of me then? It's not like I wanted to dream that!

Dream what, Aibou?

Again, Yugi jumped. He could sense that Yami was beginning to become worried for him and Yugi laughed, sending a calm and happy feeling through the link he shared with his other half. “It was nothing, just a dream.” Yugi said as he crawled from his bed stretching and moving toward the bathroom.

I guess… if you are certain.

“Yes, Yami. I'm perfectly fine.” Yugi quickly tried to change the topic not willing to stay on that for too long. “Isn't there a test today?”

In history, Aibou, and if I remember, you did not study last night.

Yugi laughed under his breath at the teasing tone that was meant to resemble his mother. “Aa, Aa, I remember…” Yugi responded good-naturedly as he opened the door to the bathroom, his school clothes in his arms. “I need to bathe now.”

Aa, I'll leave you then.

Yugi waited patiently until the feeling of Yami's presence faded before collapsing against the wall to his bedroom with a heavy sigh. There is no way I could tell anyone about that dream… it was just… too weird! Yugi thought to himself quietly incase Yami was still near enough to hear him. It was strange but, Yugi couldn't bring himself to call the dream sick, although, that was what he knew it had to be. Him and Yami having sex…

Yugi blushed darkly, swallowing hard a moment before shaking his head harshly and moving toward the shower and wrenching it on and pulling his pajama's and boxers from his body and jumping into the cold spray of the water, his hair bending down under the weight of the water. I am not gay!

Yugi stood there trying to convince himself that the dream had not been the cause for his current condition. No, it just couldn't be that, after all, he loved Anzu… right?

 

^^^^

 

The school room was a buzz with the news of the day. The continuous hum from the other students drowning out the inner thoughts that filled Yugi's head. Why… why did I dream that?

Yugi sighed in annoyance not liking the way his own mind tormented him with the fact that he'd had a very arousing dream of himself and his darker spirit friend. I mean… Yami… doesn't even have his own body… so why would I dream of… of… Yugi suddenly sat up straight a puzzled look on his face. Does that make it…

“Masturbation?” Yugi asked aloud to himself, and was startled when someone answered his question.

“Yeah, when you grope yourself for a pleasurable experience. You know what that is right Yug?” Jonouchi's voice startled the smaller boy, and he turned around with wide eyes.

“Huh? Jonouchi, when did you get in?”

The taller teen grinned, taking the bate and dropping the topic. “Just now, got caught up in some wild story on the street.”

“Really?” Yugi asked, sitting back into his chair more fully with a smile glad for an excuse to stop questioning his own sexuality. It must have been because of the conversation with Jonouchi last night… yeah that was it.

Yugi smiled finally putting that matter aside. Jonouchi had been teasing him the night before when Honda, Jonouchi and he had been watching the Video Girl film. His teasing being focused on Yugi's innocence which had brought up the mention of Yami being his darker side, and how Yami had probably had a few sex slaves while in his life as Pharaoh, and then the two had had a very serious conversation on his yami's sex life which, of course, had embarrassed him to no ends. It had ended with Yami coming out and telling the other two to butt-out of his personal affairs, which of course had ended in a duel match, to which (of course) Yami won.

Yeah, that dream was brought on because of that conversation… nothing more. Yugi smiled wider, almost feeling like thanking Jonouchi for his help when he caught the tail end of his friend's long drawn out, one-sided, conversation.

“… so I was thinking, y'know, that sounds a lot like Yami, I mean, the Pharaoh of nameless Shadows? How much more evidence do you need?”

“What?!” Yugi asked, hands splayed across the desktop. Jonouchi blinked, confused by Yugi's reaction, but replied none-the-less.

“The new mummy your friend Yoshimori dug up. C'mon, everyone's talking about it. Weren't you listening?”

Yugi sat back with a light flush of embarrassment for being caught not paying the fullest of attention. “Sorry, Jonouchi… I… had a bad nightmare and was kinda still thinking about it and… well…”

“Bad dream, huh?” Jonouchi asked, placing his fingertip to his lower lip in thought. “What was it about?”

Yugi turned the color of a pickled plum in less than forty seconds. “Th—th… that's… uh… well, you see… it um…” Yugi swallowed hard when Jonouchi leaned in closer ready to begin the long drawn out method of prying the answers from him, when Yugi was saved by the teacher walking into the room and calling the class to attention.

“Damn… talk to you at lunch, Yug.” Jonouchi moved back to his seat with a wave, and Yugi managed a small wave in return laughing to himself in relief.

That was close… guess I need to stop mentioning it… Yugi stood with the rest of the class, bowing low before re-seating himself to begin class. His eyes strayed to the back of Anzu's head. He gazed at her as she worked away, studying hard as usual. If she wants to get into an American school… she'll have to work hard... Yugi made a sad face wondering, just how much longer he'd actually have with her, and if she'd ever look his way in return. If she goes away to America… then, I won't see her ever again. Will I?

Yugi turned his attention back to the teacher, who was diligently explaining the rules of the test he was about to take. A test he already knew he was going to fail. Why can't we have a test on ancient Egypt? I could pass that… Yugi complained lightly as the test was shuffled back toward him.

The Test on the Boshin Wars.

How exciting…

Yugi passed the papers behind him, already fearing the first question. He'd been learning how to speak Ancient Egyptian, what Yami called “Sekh Shat” (also known as Hieratic and later in written terms as Demotic), and hadn't even thought of his own history, for which, now, he was suffering.

What year did the first battle of the Boshin Wars occur in?

Yugi blinked.

I am so dead… Yugi was suddenly glad that his mother was away visiting his father's parents as well as some old family friends. If she was around to ask about this test, not to mention when the grades came out, he really would be dead.

Yugi felt his insides drop, wondering if the dream that morning had been a sign that his life was going to hell in a hand basket, and if King Enma was going to pop up and tell him that he was going to suffer eternity in hell.

It would most likely be a visit from Aker. Yami's voice made Yugi jump slightly and he had to keep himself from talking out loud to his darker self. It had become a habit to speak to him like a normal person, but out loud during the middle of a test would not be well, not at all. Gee, thanks, the god of the underworld…

Isn't that who your King Enma is?

Yugi tried not to roll his eyes and sighed, his eyes darting to the clock on the wall wondering how much time he had left. I'm trying to test here Yami…

You don't seem to far Aibou. Would you like me to help?

It was salt in the wound, knowing that his yami from ancient Egypt knew more about his countries history than he did. Another glance at the question, and one more at the clock and Yami's help was looking really good. No… thanks anyway Yami. Yugi said, feeling a little saddened at his decision, yet somehow lightened by it. He never had felt right about cheating, it just wasn't right, and using Yami to improve his grades was worse than cheating. It was using someone else to gain status, and that made Yugi feel sick.

Yami chuckled from inside his head and Yugi made a face. Yami?

Nothing Aibou, you're just too good.

Yugi sat up confused, tilting his head to the side slightly as his inner self continued to laugh with in his mind. Yugi rolled his eyes and stared back at his paper and the first question again. Oh man, was it… 188- no 187- oh man… this is not going to end well…

 

^^^^

 

The house was quiet as Yugi sat in his room at his desk chair fiddling with the millennium puzzle. One socked foot was propped up on the seats edge near his rump while his other foot dangled toward the ground. His white sock had pulled a bit loose over the day, and an inch of the material drooped past his foot to brush the ground where his toes could not. It bugged him how he had yet to have his growth spurt. Anzu stood nearly a foot and a half taller than him, and she was not the tallest girl in their class either.

Yugi sighed, pushing on the puzzle's edge (one of them, that is) and knocking it over onto its side displaying the eye of Ra to him.

Aibou? What is wrong? Yami asked silently with in Yugi's mind, speaking in his native Egyptian language. Yugi clearly understood him, though it took several moments for him to think over the words, and shrugged his shoulders replying in the same tongue, “Nothing much… really.”

But…? Yami asked, not dissuaded by Yugi's words. Yugi sighed again, Yami truly knew him much to well.

“It's just… Jonouchi…” Yugi paused and released a big sigh. “Can you… come out, please?” Yugi asked reverting back to Japanese. “Oneigai… Yami.”

There was a moments pause before a slight discomfort came over Yugi, as if he was being pulled apart, but it wasn't painful, just annoying. Yugi made a face and then it was over and standing beside him was a much taller `him', but of course it was not.

“What is it, Aibou?” Yami asked, his deep voice seeming to echo in the otherwise silent house. Yugi turned to look back at their puzzle (after all, it belonged to both of them, though in this form Yami appeared to have his own, Yugi knew it was just a shadow image of his own looks. Yami was from Egypt after all, and Yugi just couldn't believe that Yami had his skin tone after living in Egypt all his life).

“Yami… you, don't remember all of your past right?” Yugi asked cautiously, knowing that this topic was a sensitive one, for both of them. Yami was silent another moment before speaking.

“Yes, that is correct. I do remember most of it… though the end of my life is a complete blank. Why?”

Yugi chewed the inside of his cheek in apprehension, his fingertip toppling the puzzle once more. … It's a stupid question… right? I mean the only hint we have is… the name… and … well…

A warm hand covered his own, and Yugi blinked, looking up, startled, to find Yami's warm red gaze on his own. “Aibou, I can't help you if you do not tell me what's wrong.”

Yugi flushed darkly, his heart pounding in his chest. What… what's wrong with me?! Yugi yanked his hand back and looked away from his startled (and slightly hurt) other half, suddenly very grateful that Yami wasn't using their mind link at that moment, being as polite as he was. I'm not blushing! I'm not attracted to Yami! And I am NOT gay!

“Aibou?” Yami's voice was slightly flat, not exactly saddened but different enough so that Yugi could feel the difference.

“G-gomen ne… Yami… kun.” Yugi added unintentionally placing the distance between them with the formal attachment.

Yami blinked at the additive and frowned slightly, crossing his arms waiting for Yugi's explanations and he didn't have to wait too long.

“…Jonouchi said that… Professor Yoshimori discovered a new Mummy in Egypt… a Pharaoh… and he thinks… that it might… be you and—“ Yugi was cut short as his Grandfather's voice called up the stair well.

“Yugi! Phone call!” Yugi, twisted toward the door and blinked wide violet eyes before turning back to his dark counterpart.

“Go. I'll wait here.” Yami replied with a tight smile, and Yugi flinched lightly at its cold tone.

Yami was upset.

Not pissed, not sad, but upset.

Yugi nodded and stood quickly leaving the room, keeping his eyes to the floor. Why? Why am I acting… like… ARGG!! This is so stupid! He is Yami! He is my friend, the dream was just a dream! I am not queer, and Yami isn't either!

Yugi paused at the bottom of the stair well, his eyes suddenly the size of dinner plates as, what little color he had to his face, drained quickly from his cheeks. … or is he?

Yugi shook his head violently, his hands raising in fists near his shoulders. No, stop it! He's your friend, and he is as straight as I am! With a nod to himself, Yugi walked out and into the front room when the phone was. His Grandfather stood beside it with a large smile.

“Who is it?”

“Yoshimori-san.” Yugi blinked (again) and picked up the phone with numb fingers, some what dreading what the Professor had to say.

“Moshi, Moshi?”

“Aa, Yugi-kun, this is Yoshimori-san. Sorry, to bother you, but there is something I wish to show you and your grandfather—your friends are welcome to come as well—tomorrow afternoon at the Museum.” Yoshimori sounded rushed, and more then slightly scared, and it caused Yugi's stomach to drop. Last time he'd gone to see him, the man had been turned into a living puppet.

“Uh… okay… but why are you asking me?” Yugi asked hesitantly, and heard a deep sigh from the other end. Why am I not liking this? Yugi shifted his weight to his other foot and waited.

“… I'll explain that tomorrow, but I have one question Yugi…”

Yugi gulped.

“Yes?” His heart fairly thundered in his ribcage, and instantly he felt the gentle pulse of Yami's presence in his mind, warm and soothing, easing his fear. Yugi grasped onto that strength and held tight, clinging to his other self as if he were to let go he'd be lost.

And in a way, he would be.

“This may be a silly question, but…” Yoshimori paused as debating on weather he should ask his question of not, and Yugi felt his heart rate quicken. He had never been one to freak easily, but for some reason, his entire being seemed to beg him to refuse to go, to run away and hide from the man on the other line. Yugi shook his head forcing himself to relax. It's nothing Yugi, you're just over sensitive, that's all. Yugi breathed out and stood taller with a forced smile. Yeah, nothing was wrong, Yoshimori just wanted to show off some more Egyptian artifacts to him and his friends, and with a steady nod to himself Yugi relaxed.

“…does the name, Yami, mean anything to you?”

Yugi dropped the phone.

 

He would later recall his grandfather calling after him as he bolted up the stairs and into the sanctuary of his room, his old weathered voice apologizing to Yoshimori, but at that moment he heard nothing, the question tumbling through his mind, ringing with a loud clarity that shattered the safe security that Yami brought.

“Aibou?!” Yami asked, once he'd slammed into his room, his face drenched in sweat, his heart racing, his mind in a panic. “Aibou, daijoubu ka?”

Yugi didn't answer as he sat in his own terror stricken mind. He knows! He knows! Screaming through his mind.

Yami winced slightly from where he stood at the loud screams, his own concern rising swiftly as Yugi refused to respond, but Yugi was oblivious to it all.

“Aibou, who knows what?” Yami all but screamed and Yugi turned panic-stricken eyes to him, “Yoshimori-san… I don't know how, but he knows! He knows Yami!” Yugi couldn't explain why this news scared his so badly, some part of him knew that it shouldn't, but at the same time, he just couldn't control his fear. Somehow his Oji-san's friend had found out about his other half, and that meant he knew of the shadow games, and that of course meant that he also knew of the secrets of the Millennium Puzzle, and that meant—

He began to shake and tremble, and his breathing quickened. Yami's face became stern as he moved forward towards Yugi, who was currently sitting in a curled position on the floor, arms locked around his knees (he'd slid down the closed door when he'd entered) and Yami kneeled in front of him, placing one hand on Yugi's shoulder.

Hush now, Aibou. It is all right. I am here… see? Everything is fine, but you must calm yourself before you start to hyperventilate. Yami's warm presence filter through out his body as his shadow side willing plunged into every corner of Yugi's distraught mind, bent on comforting him in anyway possible.

Yugi wasn't sure where Yami had learned the word hyperventilate, but assumed it was another plus for the dark Pharaoh when he possessed Yugi, gaining all of Yugi's knowledge and then some. But, somehow, his words were calming. Probably due to the fact that the voice echoed through his mind, forcing the blind fear back as Yami's room inside his soul, opened slightly, pulling the negative feelings from Yugi and into the darkened room.

Yugi suddenly started to cry. He wasn't sure why he did, he just was, and somehow, Yami seemed to understand and simply sat there with his hand on Yugi's shoulder until the tears passed.

“G-gomen… ne… Y-yami. I don't …. Know… what's… what's wrong with me…t-today.” Yugi sniffled rubbing disgustedly at his tears. Great, not only am I a midget, I'm a crybaby too…

Yami chuckled, and Yugi realized that they were still linked and felt his cheeks heat. “You are not a crybaby, you simply had to many surprises in one day Aibou. That is completely understandable.”

Yugi managed a weak smile and a nod, rubbing at his cheeks once again still brooding over his emotional trauma, and fairly bruised ego. First I'm dreaming of… that. And now I'm acting like… this.

Yugi felt Yami stiffen and realized briefly that his yami was still deeply connected to his mind and feelings, and Yugi quickly stopped thinking of that.

After a moment Yami squeezed Yugi's small shoulder to get his attention. Yugi looked up with wide amethyst eyes, still feeling rather foolish when Yami spoke.

“Sorry, for probing Aibou, but, with all your panic, I caught most of what's been troubling you when I entered your soul room to calm you.” Yami said softly.

Yugi had to smile at that. Yami started to stay away from his thoughts after he'd `peeped' in on one of Yugi's fantasies of Anzu. Yugi had never been so angry in all of his life. After the screaming had been done, Yami seemed to stay clear unless the thoughts were directed to him.

“That's all right.” Yugi smiled, not noticing how his darker side quirked an eyebrow in amusement.

Then the weight of that statement sunk in.

Kuso… Yami can't mean… he wouldn't half…

“… What all did you hear?” Yugi asked, deathly white. Yami grinned and moved his hand to ruffle Yugi's hair playfully.

“Everyone has dreams like that at some point in their life Aibou. It means nothing. Though I am flattered… Aibou.” Yami laughed out right, his teasing hitting home.

Yugi turned bright red, and would have started to yell had Yami not then turned serious and sat back on his haunches arms resting on his knees. “Though, this business with the “Pharaoh of Shadows” does interest me.”

Yugi looked at his knees and nodded his head, his get still cold with a fear he could not explain. For some reason, he did not want to go to Yoshimori's, but that was just silly, right?

“Aibou, I wish to go.”

“You think it will help you with the gaps, huh?” Yugi asked, and Yami nodded.

“If it is indeed, me, than I believe it should help at least a little.”

Yugi felt the knot in his stomach twist painfully, and he forced a smile. “Okay then. I'll tell Jonouchi, Anzu, and Honda tomorrow and we'll all go together.”

Yami turned and returned the smile. “All right then. But now, you need sleep.” Yugi rolled his eyes standing up and moving to his bed.

“Aa, Okaa-san…” He could feel Yami's glare as he returned to his place inside Yugi's soul just as his door opened and his grandfather walked in, looking pale and worried.

“Oji-san?”

“Yugi, Daijoubu ka?”

Yugi nodded with a smile, “Daijoubu… I just was startled when Yoshimori… mentioned, Yami.”

“Nani?!”

Yugi rolled his eyes, getting the feeling that he was never going to get to bed, before sitting down and explaining the whole ordeal to his grandfather. (Omitting his sensual dreams, his ominous feelings, and the latest conversation with Yami of course.)

 

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The museum was the same as the last time they'd been their, silent, cold, and dark (save for the few lights left on that illuminated the small display before them.

Yugi stood between Jonouchi and his Grandfather (Anzu had to cancel due to her prior engagement with work, and Honda had to get home to watch his nephew but promised to meet them there later if he could get out of it) with wide eyes. His palms sweaty and his heart racing. Why am I so scared?

Yugi asked again for the millionth time that day. He simply could not explain it, and Yami had given up after the first fifteen guesses.

Now, as Yoshimori guided them through the place explaining the oddities of the find, Yugi suddenly had the strongest urge to turn and run.

Fast.

“… but you see, the name of the Pharaoh, was spelled out-in hieroglyphs-to make the sounds `ya-mi'. Piecing it together it makes our word yami. But it was after we un earthed the sarcophagus that I realized that yami was a name.” Yoshimori paused in front of a glass case where inside was the golden painted sarcophagus. The dazzling paint still beautiful even after a millennia beneath the sand.

Yugi looked over the piece with a fascination, recognizing the face instantly. It was truly amazing, the like-ness that the mask held to the old Pharaoh's true face. Yugi smiled, some excitement easing his fear for the briefest of moments. Yami… this is supposed to be you. Yugi thought excitedly, feeling as though he had somehow helped his other self reclaim some of his still hidden memories.

I know…

Yami sounded distant, and Yugi let him be, pressing his face close to the glass, his exhalation causing the clear barrier to fog up. … You look kinda constipated… Yugi grinned when the Ancient Pharaoh started to swear at him in Demotic. He had meant to leave his yami alone, but the thought had just sort of struck him as true. After a moment of silence, Yugi heard Yami's deep aggravated voice reply in his head, sounding a bit surprised.

… You're right… It does… doesn't it?

Yugi laughed to himself, to which the rest of the party wrote off as simple excitement and ignored him all together.

“How did you figure that out, doc?” Jonouchi asked, leaning over Yugi, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “That Yami was a name I mean.” Jonouchi stood on his toes trying to see around the Pharaoh, as if looking for a “My name is Yami” poster somewhere on the sarcophagus.

“The markings right there, where the Pharaoh's name should be carved…” Yugi moved his eyes to the indicated spot, and suddenly felt his world stop spinning, “It's written in Japanese symbols. And it reads—“

“Yami… and… Yugi…” Yugi's voice was no louder than a whisper in the room, but to the other's it fell like a bomb, and just like one, it exploded quickly after impact.

“WHAT?!” Jonouchi yelled, practically shoving Yugi out of the way to read the text for himself. “Kuso! You're right!” Jonouchi looked back at Yugi with a narrowed gaze. “But, how the hell…”

`There's more.” Yoshimori began, and all three turned to him expectantly. Yugi's taxed fear returning with a vengeance. “When we brought the sarcophagus back, and opened it… we found, two bodies.” Yoshimori's eyes strayed to Yugi, and Yugi gave a little jump suddenly feeling as though he were free falling. “One's, exactly your size… Yugi.”

Yugi swallowed hard, and turned fearful eyes to his grandfather, who in turn turned to his friend with a soft glare. “Yoshimori-san, this proves nothing, the size and or height of a mummy.”

Yoshimori nodded his blond head with a sorrowful smile on his face. “I know Sugoroku, that was why I ran a DNA test on some of the bone tissue that was still, amazingly, viable.”

The air had suddenly turned tensed and heavy, as the impending doom fell ever faster toward them, with each person desperately trying to deny the truth.

Yugi shook from with in, cold and terrified. Yami… I don't like this… Yugi thought to his other self. The darker one seemed as shocked as the rest, barely managing to state Yugi's nick-name.

Aibou…

“Yugi.” Yoshimori's eyes fell on to him at once and Yugi jumped hands shaking at his sides, “The DNA was a perfect match… with yours.”

His heart stopped in his chest and he began to back away, his hands raised up in defense. “N-no… how could I… I mean…” Yugi shook his head as Jonouchi looked at him in complete confusion, his grandfather in fear, and Yoshimori with sadness. “I'm alive now! How could I be that Mummy I-“ Yugi's screaming was cut short quickly as his mind suddenly reacted to the sixth sense of his, his arm hairs raising on end.

He stopped walking backward, frozen in his place.

A sharp pulse rocked through his body and crashed into his heart causing it to flutter erratically for a moment. What?!

Cold terror raced up his spine, as survival instincts kicked in, screaming at him to run, escape, hide! Slowly he turned, his ears filling with blotted noises, and broken sentences.

Jonouchi's voice seemed to echo back to him from far away as his vision became distorted. Before him, in a glass case rested to perfectly preserved mummies, one seemingly wrapped around the other in a protective embrace.

A scream tore from his throat as a burning raced through his body, it tore at his mind and heart and Yugi reached up grabbing his head in both of his hands as he lost control over his entire body. What—what's… Yami! Help me! Grandfather! Jonouchi! Somebody!

A soothing deep voice whispered in his ear, though there was no one there, “Hikari… I like that word… it fits you. My Hikari.” The voice fumbled over the foreign word and made Yugi shivered as blackness seeped into his vision.

Aibou!?

The shout was whisper thin in his ears, and Yugi tried to grasp the sound even as his chest constricted and his breathing stopped. Am I dying?

Yugi lost consciousness.

 

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Yami felt a searing heat burn its way through the body he shared with Yugi, and with the heat came a sharp agonizing pain. Yugi's fear immediately over whelmed him and Yami quickly send out his mind to try and comfort Yugi, but the moment his mind touched Yugi's he was thrown painfully back to his place in his soul room.

Aibou!? Yami screamed mentally when the boy's scream erupted from his mouth. Yami felt his own panic rising and bolted for the door to his soul room. If he could not reach Yugi from where he was, he'd enter Yugi's soul room and get to him through there.

The door was burning hot to the touch as if Ra himself had set it aflame. Yami let go of the handle a moment and another cry entered his mind, this time a plea, a plea for help.

His help.

Yami threw the door open cringing at the pain and stepped into the hall, but Yugi's soul room was closed and a bright light seemed from beneath the door.

Why is his door closed, if he is in control of his body? The prospect made Yami's blood run cold and he swallowed hard.

From inside the room Yami could hear Yugi screaming, and Yami jumped forward toward the door.

Yugi!

The light seemed to expand suddenly, exploding outward and blinding him. Yami threw his arms up over his eyes at the intensity, the light burning at him, and tearing at his arms as if drawing him in. Why is this light.. so familiar?

The screaming faded along with the light, and slowly, Yami let his arms drop. He opened one eye carefully, and then dropped both arms quickly, staring, unbelievingly at the empty space before him.

What in the name of Ra…

Yugi's door, his room of the soul, was completely gone.

 

 

^^^^

 

Jonouchi shook Yugi's shoulders harshly, his heart in his throat. He was terrified, and that was a feeling he did not like, at all. “Yugi! Wake up man!”

“Yugi, what's wrong?” Grandfather Muto asked from over his shoulder, and Jonouchi felt a weight press down onto his shoulder.

“What the hell just happened!” Jonouchi turned on the Professor, his eyes blazing in angered fear. Twice he'd met this man, and twice something had gone terribly wrong. If Yugi is hurt, I promise I will kill you. Jonouchi thought unconsciously holding his dearest friend closer to himself, in an attempt to protect the smaller boy.

“I don't know… he just stood next to the—“

”Don't give me your bullshit! Where's that freaky Egyptian guy, huh? Where's he hiding and what is he after now?!” Jonouchi bellowed, half rising to his feet ready to pummel the guy, knock out a few more of his teeth, when Yugi shifted in his arms, groaning.

Jonouchi turned his attention back to his friend calling out, “Yugi? You all right man?”

Red eyes blinked open.

What the… Jonouchi blinked and leaned away as the boy sat up on his own, looking around the room in near terror.

“Yugi?” Grandfather Muto started to talk but choked on his words when those crimson eyes turned to him.

“No, Muto-san.”

This time it was the professor who gasped, obviously confused as to what had just happened. “What's going on? Why are Yugi's eyes red? Is that an Egyptian accent?!”

But Yoshimori's questions where the last thing on Jonouchi's mind as he turned angered eyes to Yami, grabbing him by the shoulder to get his attention.

“Yami, where is Yugi? Why are you here?”

Yami seemed confused by the question and blinked at him before his gaze became unfocused and his eyes shifted back and forth, as if searching for something.

“Yami?!”

“Yoshimori, please relax, I'll explain everything, in a minute, okay?” Grandfather Muto said, taking the whole ordeal rather calmly. Yoshimori was about to complain some more when Yami's eyes suddenly flicked back up to Jonouchi's with a look that made Jonouchi sick.

Fear.

Yami was scared.

Jonouchi's heart leaped into his throat, his limbs turning to ice as he waited for the red-eyed Pharaoh to explain himself. When he finally did, Jonouchi wished he hadn't.

“He's… he's gone.”

 

^^^^

 

The air was cold, but quickly warming. Light dawned on his face as a light wind drifted by, causing his hair to shift restlessly. A soft tinkling sound brushed by as granules of sand tickled his face.

Yugi shifted slowly, his whole body on fire. Oww, what happened, Yami? Yugi asked as he managed to sit up fully. A cold nothingness resounded through out his body. Yami? Yugi asked beginning to panic at the empty feeling in his soul.

Still nothing.

Yugi opened his eyes quickly, looking around his at the miles and miles of sand dunes. The wind pushing and moving the particles giving it the appearance of moment, like the sea. On the horizon, like a golden plate, the sun rose, casting vibrant colors across the dark sky and warming the icy air around him. Where… am I?

Yugi shook, swallowing hard and stood to his feet. “Yami?... Yami, please answer me! Yami!” His voice echoed tirelessly on the barren wind and Yugi felt hot tears sting his cheeks. “YAMI!!!” The scream was bitter on his lips, as it tore from his throat to shatter the wind with his despair and terror.

He was utterly alone.

 

 

~~~~~~~

(End Theme: “Night Flower”)

 

ai no kuni wo samayou

watashi wo mitsuke dashite

tsubasa ni wa mada

surikireta hazu no kokoro   kakushite

 

watashi no mune wo someta

ikusen no hanabira wa

kanashii kurai   anata wo koishiku saseru

mou ichido

 

sugaritsuku shunkan

surinukeru maboroshi

anata no subete wo ubai saritai

 

itetsuita   NAIFU kazashi

ai wa mau   yoru no hana wo chirashite

 

aishite, iyasarete, tokihanatsu - kokoro sae...

motto hageshiku kanjite

 

sadame nara

yasuragi mo, nukumori mo iranai

 

itetsuita   NAIFU kazashi

ai wa mau   yoru no hana wo chirashite

 

kowashite, kizutsukete, tojikomete - kokoro sae...

motto hageshiku aishite

 

 

A.N. well, this was longer then I thought it would be. ^-^ please let me know what you think of it, I really like feed back. ^-^ also, if my writing ever seems to dull, or does not meet my usual standards please let me know. I hate it when I read a fic and it starts off so well and then flops in later chapters (writing wise), so let me know if that happens. ^-^ Thanks.

See you next chapter! ^-^

 

Lechan

 

P.S. I've decided to make each chapter like an “episode” so the ending theme is there. ^-^ I leave no claim to the song, it's from the Anime Series Key: the Metal Idol, and I felt that the lyrics fit this story quiet nicely. This is an “edited” version I “made” the full length song will be shown at the end, in both English and Japanese. The English Translation to this song will be shown at the end of Chapter two. ^-^ Till then.