-Title - Righteous Demon
-Rating - T
-Warning - Cussing, demons, slightly dark, yaoi, lemon in later chapters.
-World - Alternate Universe: AU
-Parings - Yuugi(Yugi) Mutou/Yami Yuugi(Yugi) YamixYuugi(Yugi)
-Summary - YugixYami, Yuugi finds himself in a house, being protected from hells demons by his "righteous" protector. Originally inspired by Too Bad by Nickelback. *NOT SONG FIC* YuugixYami

Hey people! This is a test, to see how I write with Yu-Gi-Oh, well... Yeah, leave a review if you like, go away if you hate, flame if you must. ^^ I will use any of it. Just please flame on the story itself, not the pairings. Thanks! Oh yeah, and did I spell Aibou right?

Yuugi gripped his jacket, tugging it closer to his chilly form. Shivering, he continued walking through the freezing rain. Hurrying, Yuugi spotted a house; the entire thing looked like a spook house, the large gate open to strangers, but the door closed tightly. With teeth chattering and numb fingers, Yuugi knocked on a dark, ebony wood door, knuckles rapping and causing an echo to rebound.

The door creaked in on itself, hanging loosely off its hinges. Surprised, Yuugi took a step back. Yet the cold wind had a vice grip on him then, and shoved him inside, icy fingers digging into his skin and forcing him to either shut the door or surrender to it. Yuugi's hands worked blindly on the wooden door, trying to battle the wind.

Finally, the door gave in and groaned. Yuugi was flung back, a cry torn from his throat. Landing none-too-softly on the hard tile floor, Yuugi scrambled away, fear etched into his face. The gale was unearthly now, the color of the skies an unnatural fuchsia blend, and the winds were hellish demons, biting, scratching at his skin. Yuugi's cries for help turned into sobs, begging for someone to help him.

Tears mixed and mingled with the winds torrents, drying them into freezing droplets. Those that did run down his face and escaped fell to the floor, or onto coat sleeves. Curling over onto himself, Yuugi pressed into the fetal position as tightly as he could, hoping to dull the cold.

Then it was gone.

All the cold, all the bitter and hard movements were just gone. They'd disappeared, and Yuugi took a moment to wonder, was he dead? No, there was still pain from the scratch on his leg, a dull throbbing coming from his continuing to numb fingers… so, what had made the sudden change. Glassy eyes, half-lidded and scared looked up to find a tall figure above him.

The taller had a similar build to Yuugi, in fact, it looked exactly the same from the back. Yuugi's eyelids began to droop, yet he held on to see his saviors face. When the man turned around, Yuugi's eyes rolled back, and he fainted. This man was a copy of himself.

The man sighed, reaching down and picked up the small boy. His arms wrapped protectively around Yuugi, tightening their grip when a loud BANG was heard at the door. Warm breath fanned blond bangs which hung droopily around the boy's face, his hair fallen back from the constant wetting it had received. The man smirked, though the gentleness in his eyes was evident.

This boy, this Hikairi was special. The man carried him up the stairs quickly, hearing the door fall open again. Backing up into his room, the man set the boy down, and grabbed up his things, among which was a golden crown adorned with the Horus eye, a golden pyramid puzzle also holding the Horus eye in its center, and chains wrapped from his right arm to the left side of his chest. The man closed his eyes, upon opening them; they were crimson, glowing from pain.

Pain can be beautiful, and this man descripted that very statement.

Leather clad pants and boots, the man left the room, sliding down the stairs until meeting the end. On the end were imps, demon scavengers who fed off the weak. Growling at them, a flash of golden fuchsia forced all the weak demons to disintegrate. Growling in irritation, the man let his crimson eyes trail over the two left standing.

One took on a human form, eyes an off color, hair white, long and spiked at the ends. The other was like a wolf, jaws dripping with saliva, teeth sharp. The human was stronger, that was obvious. Any demon knew if they appeared as a human, they were higher on the chart. How they dressed normally told you the rest. If they-the demon-were to dress in kings robes, or wore any artifact of high-power, it would rank them.

This man wore the Pharaoh Atem's crown, along with a puzzle only the heirs to his throne could hold. The other only wore one artifact around his neck, and that was a pendant of thieves. It was ranked higher than an ordinary demon, but low enough that the man didn't feel any reason to fear the other demon. The man turned his back, a sign of disrespect. The animal snarled; spit drooling over the stones of the tile.

"We wish the boy." The man turned violently, his cold crimson eyes calculating the advantages and disadvantages in a fight.

"You may not have him," The man snapped, "He is my property!"

The white haired boy gave a bittersweet laugh, "He was mine first, but ran away."

"Then you mistreated your servant," The man took a step forward, "He is mine now, he came to my house out of his own free will, you have no right to detach him from me."

"Ah, Yami Atem, how much of a mistake you make," the other demon, the wolf demon barked, "He was also mine, I was on his trail for days on end."

Yami's face contorted into revolution, "Whose power do you control, and where do you reside?"

The question was directed to both, and the white haired one spoke first, "I reside in Domino city; it is my dominion to pick off one person every century for my enjoyment. That boy was my choice." Eyes flashing towards the wolf, "As for my power, I shall let you think on that."

The wolf snarled, snapping and biting the air, nose high as he sniffed. Licking along his chops, the wolf growled, "I reside in the forest, just east of here. Any who wander there are up for my picking. I also am forbidden of having more than one a century." Sniffing the air, the tongue lolled to the side, "That boy ran into my domain under his own mind and I chose him."

Yami was disgusted; these two were horrible, creatures. So what if they were all demons with hell's fires to behold, it didn't mean to squander your millennia on souls. His first thousand years had been such, and now he refused such a simple delicacy. Instead, he raised the soul, preparing them and then after their prime, he enjoyed the feast splayed before him.

"This is my domain," Yami's voice was low, warning them, "I have the power to get rid of any vermin in my grounds with a flick of my wrist, now I suggest you leave," crimson eyes grew brighter, "before you join them."

"How many souls do you enjoy then pharaoh?" The white-haired boy mocked, "Millions on millions a day I guess, no limitations. Peh, how I wish I had such a high-rank."

Yami's hands clenched, it was true, no limits were set on his soul intake unlike these two. Turning on his heel, Yami flicked a middle finger up at them. Without looking back he yelled, "You're burning in hell anyway, why should my new Hikairi be forced to join you?"

With that he left the demons to go and check on the boy. This Yuugi boy… Settling down on the bed, Yami rested his hand in hair spiked unmistakably like his own. His Hikairi was finally back, or so it seemed.

Settling down next to Yuugi, Yami let his arms wrap around the others waist. A soft sigh escaped Yuugi's lips, and Yami rested his head in the crook of the boys neck. His Hikairi, iie, his koi. Lightly, Yami nibbled on the boys neck. Biaw.

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Translations:

Japenese:

Hikairi -light
Aibou -partner, companion, person whom one depends upon
iie -no
Koi -love

Egyptian:

Biaw -mine