I just reformated this chapter. Tell me if its screwy. Love you guys.
I don't know why I wrote this. It's like a harsh reality fic. I don't know. I don't know what prompted this. Perhaps I have some subconscious psycho problem in me or something.
This fic features: Kleptoshipping, Puzzlshipping, Tendershipping, and Ryoux?
WARNING!!! There will be no lemons but I will be getting pretty graphic. Sorry for all those that don't read this in time. That's why this is rated M for MATURE!
Remember: This is a sequel to Kleptoshipping. So if you don't know what's going on... that's why.
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Chyaputa 1: I Want to Know Your Fears
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Yugi watched that head of white hair bob up and down, the single pale hand attempting to tie a shoe.
Yugi stared for two minutes before coming to his senses.
"Here, I'll help you, Bakura-kun," Yugi said, practically falling to his knees to lace up the sneaker.
Bakura Ryou's big brown eyes blinked. Then he smiled. "Thank you, Yugi-kun."
Yugi gulped, hiding his face downward at that ragged old shoe.
It was his shoe too, after all.
Yugi gulped again as his own stubby fingers worked on a knot.
"So… they're letting you go home?" Yugi asked.
Bakura Ryou shrugged. "I suppose. There's not really a reason for them to keep me any longer, is there? They've done all they can for me at the moment."
Yugi did not want to stand up but he soon found the knot tied. When he got to his feet his eyes jumped immediately, irresistibly, to the solid white cast that lay reclining on Bakura Ryou's lap.
It was only his wrist. Nothing serious. After all Yugi hadn't hit Bakura that hard…
"What about your chest? Aren't they wondering what happened?" Yugi asked.
Bakura Ryou looked down at the heavy bandages on his midriff. "They figure my 'pendent' cut into me when I fell down the stairs." And Bakura Ryou smiled a little, directly at Yugi this time as though they were both in on a secret joke.
It was a secret, but it wasn't a joke.
Yugi couldn't stop the nausea in his throat; he had seen those wounds before they had been sewn up and disinfected by the hospital. "But that deep…?"
"It was an accident," Bakura Ryou repeated.
That was their story.
There was a hand on Yugi's shoulder. And Yugi almost jumped. "Yugi-kun, it's ok. I'm alright."
Yugi found protests leaping from his mouth. "But I didn't mean for this to happen- I didn't think- if I hadn't-"
Bakura Ryou smiled. He had a very comforting smile. Not at all like his… "Yugi-kun, I don't want to know."
Yugi's jaws clamped shut.
Bakura Ryou settled calmly, as he did most things in his life, back onto the pillows of his hospital bed. "I'm used to it. I know he does things that I'm not aware of and I don't want to know about them. I trust that he won't go too far."
Yugi wobbled on his heels. This situation needed a whole lot of trust.
Then Bakura Ryou leaned forward and slipped off the bed, his feet landing on the floor. "After all, it's not only my body, is it? I can't just keep it all for myself."
And he smiled.
Bakura Ryou got in a car with his broken wrist, his torn-up chest, and his golden Sennen Ring and went home.
Yugi took the bus.
/It was nice of you to visit./
Yugi blinked. Slowly and deliberately. "I suppose…"
/Bakura-kun's got enough problems with that villain. It was nice to remind him he's got friends./
Yugi felt a shrug coming on but he let the urge pass.
There was some thoughtful silence when Yugi chose not to respond to his darker personality's comment, and Yugi tried not to think about certain events and life…
The bus was rattling along and Yugi was reminiscing.
Then he felt it.
Yugi looked down at the folds of his pants between his legs and he groaned. "Greeeeaat…"
He put his knees up on the seat in front of him to hide his impulsive erection. They happened without warning nowadays. The littlest thing would get him aroused, unlike a two weeks ago, before all this happened…
His other half was very, very silent.
Yugi tried to think about dead puppies. Dead puppies drowning in their blood. Blood…
Yugi tried not to think about blood seeping onto the front of his T shirt from a pressing, torn-up chest.
Dead babies then. Clean dead babies.
His problem finally, and gracefully before his stop, faded away.
Yugi got off the bus, walked up his street, entered the game shop, greeted his grandpa behind the counter and went up to his room. Then he flopped down on his bed with a sigh.
"Glad that's over," Yugi said to the room. Not only to the room.
/Aibou/
Yugi sat up expectantly. "What is it, mou hitori no boku?"
Yugi was surprised to find an arm come from behind him and wrap itself around his shoulders. A transparent arm.
/You said you love me, right/
Yugi breathed down at that encircling arm. "Yeah, I did. And I do."
That arm extended down Yugi's chest to his stomach; its illusion softer than nothing. /Do you… want to try something/
Yugi was a little concerned. His other self had never acted like this before; his voice had never sounded so delicate.
Yugi turned his head, in search of his other half's face. "What, mou hitori no boku?"
The transparent image of Yami no Yugi held its lips on Yugi's shocked mouth. It was a kiss with air.
Yugi thought he was starting to understand… "Mou hitori no boku?"
/Could we…? Just try/
Was he begging?
Yugi felt fear. "S-sure." After all, he would do anything for his other half.
/Let me have your arm. /
It was a request, Yugi didn't have to obey but as he saw that ghostly arm fall into his he knew he could not stop it.
The feeling and control left his entire right arm and shoulder, cold diffusing into his chest and neck. It was not comfortable.
Then the arm-that-used-to-be-his rose alien-like; the foreign fingers touched the skin on his face.
/Close your eyes. /
To keep the illusion, right? Yugi closed his eyes.
The fingers that drifted over eyelids and a nose and cheeks weren't his; Yugi tried to ignore the recognizable bitten stubs of cuticles. Then the fingers-that-were-not-his touched his lips; they dipped inside the cavity to prod Yugi's soft tongue. Yugi fought to disregard the familiar taste of his own fingernails. The hand fell to Yugi's neck and Yugi breathed.
Then the fingers drifted inside Yugi's collar, tugged at the neck hole, stretching it to reach for Yugi's chest.
"Mou hitori-"
/Shhhhh… /
Yugi trembled and hurt as the fingers teased.
'How far will you go?' Yugi wondered and knew his other half could hear this thought.
/How far do you want me to go/
Yugi bit his lip.
/Lay back. /
They were such gentle instructions and yet Yugi followed them blindly, under the hypnosis of fingertips. His back hit his covers and the mattress creaked. The fingers were under the shirt, toying with his tender nipples. They drifted downwards…
Yugi's breath hitched.
"Do you love him, Yugi-kun?"
Yugi shivered as that small sweaty hand fumbled around on his flesh. "Y-yess," the boy hissed, eyes scrunched up.
The fingers were too hasty. They plucked at the zipper to Yugi's jeans.
"Mou hit-" Yugi tried but again was shushed.
Was this possible? Could he do this?
"Do you think he loves you?"
"Y-yes," Yugi argued.
Yami no Yugi controlled the hand that slipped down passed the rim of Yugi's boxers.
"How frustrating."
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Knock, knock.
"Yugi?"
Yugi flinched. He was surrounded by messy blankets and musty sheets and erotic illusions. The stench of his body. And a sticky foreign hand.
"Yugi, dinner's in five, ok?"
Yugi brought his teeth away from his sore lip. "Ok…"
As his mother walked away and her footsteps disappeared, the hand tugged at his core once more. Yugi groaned, unprepared for such a vicious strike.
"Mou hitori no boku, you are-" Yugi gasped as the hand yanked him.
But his other half hadn't said anything in a long while.
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"You're late, Mutou," the teacher scolded as Yugi fell through the classroom doors.
Yugi scratched the back of his head and gave a silly little smile. "Sorry, Midori-sensei. My alarm didn't go off."
The teacher scrutinized him critically. "I don't need to hear your excuses. Sit down, Mutou."
Yugi scrambled to his seat, well aware of the eyes of the class all around him. His body was still jittery, pumped with hormones from his and his darker half's surprise morning session.
They had gotten much more creative since their first trial and as they got more creative their sessions became more frequent; it didn't help that Yugi was so easily excitable these days.
Yugi desperately crossed his legs as effectively as he could under his desk, absolutely refusing an accident to come poking out in the middle of class.
As he dug through his bag for paper to take notes, Yugi noticed he didn't have a pencil.
He turned immediately to his right. "Bakura-kun, do you have a pencil I could-"
Without looking at him, Bakura tossed Yugi the writing utensil on his desk.
Yugi stared at it, then at his white haired friend.
And from behind a fold of hands, Yugi spotted a grin on Bakura's pale features.
"There you are, Yugi-kun," he said.
And Yugi stared back. There he was.
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This is so weird. So different from all my other fics. Actually the first fic I ever read about YugixBakura was very happy, totally the opposite of this.
But I hate depression stuff, so are going to be some happy innocent moments in this fic too. Just to break up the depression. So don't worry.
This story, unlike its predecessor has more than one chapter. It's going to be pretty short though, nothing epic. I'll probably update spastically when I feel like it since I'm focusing on Contamination right now. (shrug)
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