Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Gravity of Love ❯ The Gravity of Love: Part 3 ( Chapter 5 )

Hey, Guys! Here is the second installment I promised you! I hope you like it and don't forget to R&R!

 

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Deep cerise danced with awakened embers as his eyes slowly swept the doors around the landing. Passing over each door in turn, Yami bypassed all doors before his cerise eyes landed on the final door to his right. Reaching out his consciousness he felt it brush against a life force that was soft and warm.

 

Letting the life force brush again his in turn, Yami let his eyes close contentedly.

 

A whispered sigh fell passed his parted lips.

 

“Yuugi…”

 

Opening his eyes half way, cerise eyes smoldered in bliss as he slowly advanced on the closed door. Reaching out he lightly grasped the knob before turning it gently and pushing it open ever-so-slightly.

Peaking inside he saw Yuugi lying on his bed with his torso facing away from him. Letting his eyes wrack slowly over his form, his brain slowly processed the deepened breathing and the relaxed posture.

 

Yuugi had fallen asleep in his bed.

 

Admiring the sight, Yami slowly allowed himself to slip through the crack in the open door, his torso brushing across it ever-so-slightly. Not wishing to disturb his charge, Yami quietly closed the door behind him, the knob turning somewhat as a soft click resounded into the silent atmosphere of the room.

 

He had indeed been hearing Yuugi cry out in his sleep for the last few weeks. At first it had only been at odd intervals, maybe once every three days, and then it became more frequent. By about a week and a half after the cries started, they were happening every night and Yami, nestled just next door, heard all of them.

 

For the first few nights, Yami had ignored them, respecting Yuugi's privacy enough to not barge into his room. However, after the cries had started becoming more frequent and Yuugi's lack of sleep at night had become apparent, his resolve had snapped, and he had started coming to his aid to soothe him back into a restful slumber. Thankfully, Yuugi had never woken to find him there; if he had, Yami feared that the boy would begin to not trust him and the distance between them would permanently increase. That Yuugi had remained in a semiconscious state, Yami was entirely grateful for, despite his guilt over that fact.

 

Yuugi's room was his haven. It was the one place in the house that he could entirely call his own. For Yami to be grateful that Yuugi remained asleep, trapped in the subdued throes of his nightmare, was despicable and selfish. This was still true if Yami was only grateful over the fact, because it protected their relationship from being harmed further by his being caught. Yuugi's room was his sanctuary. If he were to wake up and find Yami in it, he had every right to be mad and kick him out. To be grateful while Yuugi was caught up in the torturous world of his nightmares, hurting and afraid, was monstrous. It left a putrid taste in his mouth and made him hate himself with a fiery passion. He should be willing to sacrifice his relationship with his charge if it meant that the boy would be protected from undue pain.

 

Despite his guilt and rage at himself for being grateful during those times that he had ventured into Yuugi's room to calm him, it had not ceased to amaze him exactly how fast his charge calmed down in his arms. One minute the boy would be crying out, face twisting, desperately reaching for something only he knew, and the next he would be trembling quietly in his arms, softly enunciating his name over and over again, as if it was a mantra that was laced across the chords of time.

 

Every time he had held him, shocked crimson trained on his softly twitching face, he was completely floored at the effect he had on the boy. His charge did not trust people easily with all the pain he had gone through up to this point in his life and the effect he had on him only mystified him.

 

In the beginning, with his violent temper, Yuugi had been afraid of him. However, his trusting nature then had conquered every barrier that he had thrown his charges way. Shocked then just as he was now, he thought his charge must have been some divinity to put up will all that he had put him through. When the boy had begun to trust him a little more and had let him catch glimpses of his past memories, he was even more convinced that he was a gift from Ra that could only be cherished, if nothing else. The fast and faint glimpses of his charge's run-ins with various bullies, brutes that were twice his size, and the courage his young one had displayed in facing them, had convinced him of that.

 

Throughout battle city, their run-in with Malik, Marik, and Doom, and his quest through the imaginary world of the Pharaoh's memories, he had protected the little one with everything he had, convinced that he was a divinity, a treasure sent to him after three thousand millennia of darkness. However, after Isis had informed him, Yuugi, and their group of close-knit friends that he may not have been destined to stay in this world, his thoughts on the matter had begun to change. If he had been rewarded with Yuugi, a divinity, as a thank you for his stay in the millennium puzzle, why were the Gods threatening to take that divinity away from him? Yuugi was his reward for his past service to the Gods.

 

As the duel of destiny happened, Yami remembered how he had watched the boy he had watched grow up rage against him, drawing duel monster card after duel monster card in the heat of battle, in a mad attempt to win. He had remembered parrying his charge's blows and pushing the boy to his limit, raging against him in turn, just to have a chance at the life he had sacrificed three thousand millennia ago, a life with his charge by his side. He remembered knowing that his charge was not divinity, but not caring, as he had accepted that, in all the years he had known him, the boy had proven to be more precious. He remembered drawing the three Egyptian god cards, seeing the smug look in his charge's eyes as he did so, and being taken aback when his charge destroyed them, leaving him with only a small number of life points remaining. He remembered his charge playing him like a harp in the final minutes of the duel, anticipating his every move, and setting up traps and wielding a strategy that had him virtually trapped. He also remembered that one of the only things going through his mind in the last minutes of the duel was the question why.

 

He was fighting to win the duel so he could remain with his charge, but Yuugi seemed adamant for him to lose, almost as if he wanted him to leave. In those final moments he remembered feeling somewhat betrayed and sad over this fact as he had thought his charge cared, but, just as Yuugi was about to deliver the final blow, he had begun to understand. Before Yuugi had made the finishing blow, he had faltered violently. Tears had sprung to his eyes and he had been unable to move. Seeing the sorrow in his eyes, coupled with the devotion and the extreme grief, he began to understand that Yuugi was only fighting so hard, driving himself to the limit, because he thought it was what Yami wanted. He was fighting for him, to give him exactly what it was he thought he wanted when everybody else had shunned him in the past. Upon this discovery, he had smiled softly and, when the final blow did come, he welcomed it, for it was the proof that his charge, his divinity, cared.

 

He remembered how his charge had collapsed to his knees, letting out a heart-wrenching sob, as reality and the consequences of his actions finally sunk in. He remembered how he had quietly walked over to his charge and knelt at his feet, how those exquisite amethyst eyes had raised, full of tears, to meet his own soft crimson. He remembered reassuring his charge that everything was going to be alright, that he was not going anywhere, and watching as his charges eyes filled with confusion. He remembered gathering his charge into his arms for a brief hug, before letting him go and walking over to Isis. He remembered explaining things to her, that this was not what he wanted, and her being terribly shocked. He remembered her response:

 

“Oh, Great Pharaoh, do you not wish to return to your people? To live the life you were denied three millennia ago?”

 

And he remembered responding:

 

“No, I do not. They were a part of my past life. The people that surround me are a part of my present one and…,” looking over at his still-sniffling charge on the ground, “some of them still need me.”

 

And, as an afterthought, eyes softening, his gaze still lingering on his charge as Jou helped him to his feet, “I need them too…”

 

He remembered her following his gaze and smiling softly when her eyes landed on Yuugi, fully understanding the situation and responding in kind:

 

“Very well, my Pharaoh. I will contact the Gods. They are sure to understand with all you have done for them and grant you a body in turn.”

 

He remembered nodding and gazing at her with a fond smile, before turning and walking back over to his charge, Yuugi's gaze turned to Jou as he approached. He remembered sorrowful amethysts turning in his direction as he got within 6 feet of him, quick steps heard as Yuugi ran over to him and met him half-way, sinking into his warm embrace. He remembered his words:

 

“Please don't leave me. I know I won and, by that fact, you have to leave, but, please don't go! I know I'm being selfish, but I just can't deal with losing you! We have grown so close in the past couple of months! Please don't turn your back on that!”

 

He remembered responding, whispering into his long, silken, ebony tresses, as he clung his body close to his, savoring his warmth:

 

“I am not going anywhere, Aibou. I am staying with you. I have no wish for the life that is hidden behind that door. You were mistaken. I was fighting for my right to live here with you and your friends.”

 

He remembered Yuugi looking up at him, the tears staining his cheeks causing his alabaster skin to shine lightly in the dim lighting, and he remembered clearing the tears away, a tan hand coming to stroke his right cheek softly once he was done.

 

“I am not leaving, Aibou, that I promise you.”

 

And he remembered how his charge had gratefully relaxed into his arms at the declaration, his cheek resting against his chest, as he sighed contentedly.

 

In that instant he had to coax his young charge to relax, but in those instances where Yuugi had been crying out, all it took was Yami to touch him and he instantly calmed down. This not only flabbergasted him, because of the wide birth his charge gave him when he was awake, but because his touch had never been able to calm the little one this fast in all the time that he had known him. It usually took minutes of Yami's best efforts to calm him down, it never happened instantly and without effort.

 

As his effect on the slumbering boy began to become a familiar, Yami's shock melted away and he begun to thoroughly enjoy the time spent with his slumbering charge. In a few cases, he had become so relaxed that he had even fallen asleep, only to wake groggily a couple of hours later and berate himself for his stupidity. He partially forgave himself, however, for he was hard pressed not to enjoy the intimate time, especially with how his charge had been acting around him when he was awake. The fact that Yuugi seemed to avoid him when he was awake made him feel all the more guilty, because it made Yami feel as though he was taking advantage of the situation. If Yuugi didn't want to be around him, maybe he should leave the boy to his own devices. But it was so hard for him when his heart hurt every time his little one cried out in pain.

 

Watching the boy slumber now and seeing the twitching that he had become so accustomed to whenever he saw the little one sleep, he sighed lightly, feeling the familiar ache swell in his chest. Rounding the bed, he sank down into a kneeling position as he gently swept the blond locks out of his charge's cherubic face. Gazing at him lightly, his ruby eyes filled with hardly-suppressed pain. His charge was crying in his sleep, long streams flowing from his closed eyelids, down his cheeks, to be absorbed by the soft sheets on which he slept. With the dampness of the sheets, Yami could tell that he had been crying for a while now.

 

Wanting to comfort his charge and yearning to touch him, Yami again rounded the bed. Yanking off his shirt and discarding it in the far corner of the room, Yami started to work on his pants. Unclamping the belt buckle and undoing the zipper, Yami let the soft folds of fabric pool lightly at his arched feet. Stepping out of them and kicking them to join his shirt in the far corner, slanted ruby eyes turned to survey his charge.

He was now donned in only black silk boxers, the attire he usually wore when sleeping. Stepping around the bed fully, now on the side closest to the door, Yami hesitated slightly. Even if Yuugi was in his bed, he really had no right to sleep with him. He should move Yuugi to his own room, not sleep in the same bed as him.

 

However, he knew what would happen if he did. Yuugi would cry out in his sleep if he wasn't in his presence and Yami, for once, wanted to prevent the nightmares from even happening. Of course he was risking Yuugi being mad at him and not trusting him, but if allowed his charge to get one restful night of sleep, it was worth it. He could always program his inner clock to go off early, so that he could quietly move his charge to his own bed in the wee hours of the morning. Rationalizing this and trying to deny his own desire's play in his decision, Yami slowly turned around, his torso facing away from the bed, as his eyes stayed trained to his charge. Lowering himself slowly, he let his weight sink as gradually as possible into the mattress, hoping against hope that those eyes he was watching would not open. When his weight was fully depressed and the little one behind him had not even twitched, Yami sighed in relief. Letting his upper body fall to the left, his torso still facing away from the bed, he let his head sink into the soft pillow that rested there, before bringing his legs up to rest on the mattress. Having broken his gaze on his charge during this endeavor, Yami slowly turned over, so his right side was resting on the bed instead of his left. Seeing that his charge still hadn't stirred, he closed his eyes in gratitude, thanking whatever God was listening.

 

Opening his eyes and taking in his little one's delicate form, he was again met with the insane desire to touch him. Struggling with his desire and finally realizing he couldn't deny himself if he hoped to get any sleep, Yami finally succumbed to it.

 

Inching over to his charge's side, he hesitantly wrapped his arms around him and brought him close to his body. Feeling the fabric on his back brush up against his tanned chest lightly, the ex-pharaoh of Egypt let out a contented sigh, before spooning the boy's body against him, his strong arms encircling his waist. Nuzzling his face into his charge's ebony locks and smelling a scent that was akin to dew leaves and fall, Yami felt the throes of sleep begin to claim him. He relaxed fully into his light's touch and with a quiet murmur of his charge's name, succumbed to the welcoming darkness of slumber.

 

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Hey, guys! I hope you liked this chapter! I just wrote it tonight! 6 pages in 3 hours, Wow! So please review! I didn't get a lot of reviews last time! For those who did review, thank you! They are much appreciated! I need to know if people are still interested in this fic.