Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A New Story From Begining to End ❯ Chapter 4 Part 2 ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

one-fourth vampire, just stepped to the side and was out of range, but Jou hadn't been so lucky, and was still in the line of fire when Yugi's hand hit. And Honda? Poor, poor Honda, he hadn't even known what hit him and he had got the full swing of it.

Not a second after his slap, his voice was roaring with anger. “What the hell do you want? Couldn't you see that I was busy?!” Yugi yelled but not a moment later, he had his back turned to them, with his arms crossed.

There was a moment of silence and then a snigger from Malik as he looked at the faces on the other two. Their jaws were dropped, and they we as bleach white as a vampire, it had been their first encounter.

Silently fuming Yugi's eyebrow twitched as his nails dug into his arms. Malik at this time was laughing hysterically and leaning against the stiffened body of the shocked Jou. All the while, a large welt was appearing against his exposed arm, and one almost identical appeared on Honda, only to how far it's extent couldn't be told first-glance.

“Y-Yugi-kun?” Jou said timidly trying not to set Yugi off again.

But, “What?” was all that was snapped back.

Straightening up at the point to the words, Jou continued, “w-what was that all about?” he whacked Malik hard on the arm to get him to shut up so he could hear Yugi, but it did little to change the fought chuckles that slipped.

“I don't know,” Yugi said hotly, “care to examine the facts? Don't you find it in the slightest, strange that I arrived late to a B.D. appointment, with a vampire no less, and then I totally freak out because of a simple harassment?” Yugi turned around and glared darkly at his friends.

“Erm…you know…I was going to ask about that, but ya…what about a harassment?” Jou asked trying to get the hate, and blame off of him in particular.

“You were in there…didn't you hear the conversation? The room was deathly silent, I never thought you of deaf, or is it more of the fact that your just that daft?”

Honda whom had time now to recompose himself had risen to his feet and was brushing himself off as he spoke. “What are you talking about Yugi? Your right the room was silent, deathly so whatever, but more importantly who was that vampire you were with, is that the same guy that your so mad about? Speaking of which, what are you so wrung up about?”

Yugi growled, “that vampire is just a freak, and what he did was-” Yugi quickly slapped a hand over his mouth and blushed. He was not about to let it be known that he was kissed…by a guy…a vampire no less…but by a guy was probably going to have the bigger impact…even if his friends were gay, they didn't know if he was or not and he liked to keep it that way.

Returning to the stance with his arms crossed, and his eyes closed he knew it would have much of an impact with a blush lighting his face. This is the moment that begun to interest Malik most, he had already stopped his laughing, and now he was ready to poke fun at an emotional Yugi.

“Yugi…you didn't…” he breathed purposefully putting on a shocked face.

“I don't know what you're talking about Malik,” Yugi turned away from him more to hide his cherry cheeks than anything else.

“What did you do to that poor guy?” Malik teased smiling.

“`That poor guy?' He says! What about me? I didn't fucking touch him! He was making the moves on me, ME!” Yugi had turned and was flailing his arms to make a point, but quickly recognized his mistake and stopped. Glaring he sighed and said though a strained, and shaky voice, “don't you say a word.”

“Oh? Do I even need words to ask?” Malik crossed his arms triumphantly; he nodded in his momentary optimistic narcissisms.

“What did he do to you Yugi?” Honda was smiling and leaning on Yugi like an armrest. ((I know all us short people know what I'm talking about there…-Cry-))

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Yugi mumbled looking down so that his face was shadowed enough for his blush not to be visible. He pulled out from underneath Honda, causing the older boy to stumble, but at Yugi's reaction, he rewarded himself with a laugh.

“Oh come on Yugi. You're acting like he tried to rape you. I see you still have your pants on so it couldn't have been all that bad.” Honda shook his head in disbelief but when he looked he quickly regretted his choice, Yugi who had moments before been hiding in the shadow cast from his own bangs, had met the taller gaze, and was doing his best to glare.

“Y-you just shut up while you're ahead.” He said wrathfully, before turning and beginning the journey to his school.

“Hey Yugi!” Jou called frowning slightly. “He didn't mean it.” And with that the three teens fallowed a fuming Yugi rather reluctantly, remaining several paces behind him as he walked quickly to keep ahead of them, arms clenched in tight fists to express his unspoken rage.

~*~*~Scene Five Of Nine: Sour Aftertaste ~*~*~*~

Within no time, Yugi's full blown anger attack had subsided leaving him feeling guilty about his directed anger to his friends had done nothing. Though he wouldn't admit it, being angry with anyone really hurt him mentally. He would feel like he had committed a crime, and had given his friends reason to leave him and with his already pained state from losing his parents, the last thing he wanted to do was lose someone to his own temperament.

Even after an apology, and his friends blowing the entire anger things off he had felt like his stomach had crawled under a rock without him. Dwelling in depression though made him feel worse all over again though. He always felt that he was being to selfish, instead of worrying about the people who really mattered in his life, he was sitting there, swallowed in his own feelings of misery.

Yugi rubbed his eyes and yawned, it was still to young into the night to dwell on these feelings. He could do that later, in the sanctity on his own bedroom, with his own knife. He barely registered his friends beside him break into laughter, but was quickly returned to reality when he felt someone rest their hand on his shoulder. Blinking and shaking off his depression for a minuet, he looked up to see a smiling Jou.

“Something wrong Yugi-chan?” he asked, unable to hold all the worry out of his voice.

“Hu? Oh no…just…er…thinking is all.” Yugi smiled nervously and quickly drew an arm up to scratch at the back of his neck; attempting to hide his discomfort the question had caused him.

“Don't lie Yugi-chan. I've known you forever, now speak up. What's the matter?” Jounouchi demanded kindly.

“Well…you see-” Yugi began searching his mind for an excuse besides depression. But he was quickly granted one, and a familiarly annoying voice came into the picture.

“Oh there you guys are!” an ecstatic voice arose from several yards behind them.

`Thank god!' Yugi thought as he heard soft `ch' sounds come from the now thoroughly irritated group around him. Yugi turned with the rest of the group to find Mazaki Anzu running in their direction, in all her modified uniform glory-that would be of the skirt that didn't leave your imagination to do anything-and big-breasted might.

“Anzu-kun, so good to see you.” Yugi greeted, truly grateful.

“Oh, hi Yugi…” she said quietly before turning to her prime targets for today.

Batting her eyes flirtatiously at Jou and Honda, Yugi had to wonder what she saw in them-or to more accurately say Honda, girls seemed to avoid him like the plague- but whatever the reason it didn't much matter, he had gotten out of the dreadful conversation, and now he just watched as Anzu `worked her magic' so to speak.

He was amazed how quickly, and how long, unbearably long she could talk about nothing at all in particular and not run out of things to say that had to be a gift.

Yugi smiled and shook his head correcting himself mid-thought, `what a curse she has…'

Yugi wasn't surprised when her topic changed, but he was quite surprised as to what it had changed to.

“…you are both so talented! I'm surprised you two don't have girlfriends with the way you look. I bet the girls all flock to you.” She battered her eyes smiling before turning and putting her hands on her hips as she looked to Malik. “But you I can understand why you wouldn't have a girlfriend. I mean you're almost as tiny as Yugi!” Yugi scowled, that one hurt. “But you're not nearly as smart as him so no one that likes small, stupid people could possibly like you. But then there is also the fact that you almost look like a girl. The only girl that would go out with a girly guy is one of those lesbians in denial.”

`Like you?' Yugi thought evilly, not liking her habit of insulting his friends at all.

And so she went on. “…I bet your dick is smaller than a raccoons.” And on…“…You couldn't pay anyone enough money to even look at you.” And on…Yugi was amazed at how much self-control Malik had. “…When you're not at school you always dress like a faggot. Talk about a turn off!”

Yugi sighed and shook his head, `she's dead.' The last comment though did the trick, and had broken the thin ice in the very large pond Anzu had already treaded her self to the center of.

“That's it you bitch!” Then Yugi watched in horror as Malik lunged onto her, reaching into his pocket to grab a very shiny metal spoon. Yugi remembered once how Malik had gone off on what to do with a spoon. He vaguely remembered his comment of “gorging eyes out…feeding them to the ravens,” him and Ryou had seen the look on his face as he had said it at the time and that wasn't about to leave his mind. `Uh oh.' Anzu screamed.

Yugi was the first to act, Jou and Honda just sat there smiling with the, `she-got-what-was-coming' sort of gleam in their eye. But as Yugi struggled to pull Malik back he called out to them.

“Jou---h-help!” and reluctantly, Jou dragged his feet over to help, obliging to the simple request.

“How dare she!!! Like being gay is a bad thing?!”

“Good morning guys.”

“Goddamn it let go of me!!! I'm gonna' kill her!” Yugi attempted to hold the hand with the spoon back, but with Malik being part vampire and all, to put it simply he was easily thrown off.

Yugi landed with a painful `thump' on the ground causing to lose focus for a moment. But when he looked up, he was greeted with the friendly face of his dear friend, Ryou.

~*~*~*~Scene Six Of Nine: A Midnight Snack and a Surprise ~*~*~*~

When Yugi heard the situation that Ryou was having, he was more than willing to help. It partly reminded him of his own situation that he could do nothing about with the Yami, but that didn't make it any more appealing then it had already been to help his friend. Ryou had always been good to him, and they had such similar personalities, in a way it made him feel like he was helping a brother.

When the midnight snack bell rang, the first place he made his way to was the library. It wasn't like he was going to eat a midnight snack anyway. Yugi wasn't all that big a fan of food, he didn't understand why but it was just not all that appealing to him. He went to the cafeteria every day, bought a lunch and sat down with Ryou. They'd talk and Yugi would mush his food around on his plate a bit, on some rare occasions he'd even have a bite of it, but really the only meal he cared at all for was breakfast. He didn't know why exactly, but it was the only meal he really ate.

Yugi smiled at the bookkeeper the recognized him from his constant visits before, and after school. He was a tall man, skinny, and very angular, his eyes were a deep black, and his hair was cut short, an autumn gold almost, a strange contrast to his eyes indubitably. He knew where every book was in the school, and that is all that really mattered. With Yugi always renting books, they had become quite friendly though the man never had interest in telling Yugi his name. He didn't even ask for his own, so they didn't really know each other, they were merely good acquaintances.

“Hey there, what are you doing in here during midnight snacks? You don't normally come in until after, or before school hours.” The man smiled, showing his pearly white teeth as he did so. For the record, this was man not beast.

“Oh I'm just looking up something…oh yes, and I won't be in this afternoon, I'm leaving early.” Yugi smiled and walked over to the counter brightly.

“Ah…a girl? I never saw you much as the dating type. Don't get me wrong; I just don't think you could handle being directed to as a pair of people instead of a person. You know I think you're adorable though so it doesn't really surprise me there that someone else would too.”

Yugi sighed and shook his head, with an almost pouting look on his face. “I wish it had been a girl. It's a vampire.” Balling his hands in lose, unexpressive fists he rested his elbows on the counter and his face in his hands.

“Really now?” The man smiled, “now who is this mystery person?”

Yugi thought for a moment, then smiled too, “If I told you, I'd have to kill you.” Innocent smile in place he laughed softly.

“Slightly clichéd, but I get the point.” He grinned after the seriousness had passed from his earlier comment then continued, “But I remember there being actual point to your visit?” It was more of a question than a statement, but it managed to bring Yugi back into the reality of his situation.

Yugi shot up and slapped his forehead. “Right, right, right. Sorry, I forgot. Back to the point of me coming, do you have a book of famous, wanted vampires?”

There was an interlude in conversation as the man thought for a moment. “Interesting subject. What exactly do you need it for?”

“My friend ran into a vampire tonight, and it sounded to me like that one wanted guy. Goes by the name of `The Tomb King' or something. I really only remember hearing about him when I was reading once. But I can't remember his real name. I don't even think I have the nick name right.”

“`The Tomb King'…” he said slowly, running the name through his mind. “I remember hearing something about that once. But there aren't really any books on that subject here. Check on line at the “Undead Database” it has all the information that you'll need. All you have to do is put in what you know about him. Even limited information is good there.”

Yugi paused, then glared at him, “and how do you expect me to get into the Undead Database exactly. Do you think I haven't tried? I have tried before to see about some people and my name is restricted. I can't get in. I've even tried under different names, and fake names, but it says; `Access Denied. Mutou Yugi: Code 189965 Restriction.'”

The man laughed, light reflecting off of his glasses in strange places giving a demonic sort of air, his sadistic laugh even managed to slip sharp chills down Yugi's back. “You really are smart to have figured out about that. But I have gained access. I'll get on for you, but you must promise me not to go looking into anything but what you need for this guy. Understand?”

Yugi looked at the man that he had known for several years like they had never met before he seemed like another person, and this new person was slightly frightening. Frightening in a way like sleepless nights as you conscious is haunted with the dreary thoughts and reflections of nightmares. He couldn't tell at all what was going through this other's mind, and something told him that he was more complicated a person than he had given him credit. Managing a small nod, his voice rang out in a calmness that was not his own. “I promise.” The response came to easily to be the truth for him, yet he knew he would obey the request. Even with that thought floating around in his head, he couldn't help but feel that it was a lie, like he himself made this promise. The thought of it no being him who had made a promise with his mouth was an unnerving one. In a sense it made he himself have a thought of not being alone in his body flicker, and it left room for his flickering sanity evident, and once you note the possibility of your own insanity, you begin to doubt everything you know about yourself.

But the man that had once seemed so friendly and inviting to him didn't give him a second for himself to doubt truth to Yugi's words. As though he saw it sufficient to accept a lie. But the fact the he didn't recognize it made Yugi think of how easily others would believe, and accept his lies for truth. Now comparing this truth to the thought of not knowing himself or others as much as he would like, he doubted there was anything more fearful in his world.

“Very well, then I guess the only thing keeping you from your knowledge now is me. So, let me just bring it up now.” The man smirked and walked out from behind the desk, walking to a long desk attached to the wall, it was lined with computers, all set up formally with it's black monitors, mice, key boards, and head-phones. Yugi had always wondered why the standard color for these things were black, but it didn't seem to mean much at the moment. Then again, the thought of a putrid green computer, piss yellow, and other such fascinating examples of why such colors that should have never been made, were in fact made. Black was probably one of the few colors tolerated by most, to near all.

Yugi glued his eyes to the screen, and listed with opened ears as one of the things he had always awaited was near time to happen. Once the screen appeared that said enter user name, and password, he watched having never seen anything further than this (and the rejection notice after it, but that didn't seem to count as further to him, backwards possibly, but not further). He watched, transfixed and barley noticed as the name that was typed in.

“User-Name: Assistant 189676

Password: ************”

Yugi looked at the length of the password and mentally cursed, the chances of finding the answer to something as long as that; were minimal to none. `Why couldn't it have been a reasonable amount of lettering, like a six letter password could have been better but a 1…2…3…12 letter password? It seemed a bit of a stretch if not a paranoid precaution to take.'

A screen then popped up, much like the one he had grown accustomed to seeing but much more pleasing, in plain black bolded text, something as uninteresting and dull as a white background fronted with just as simple text, had brought a joyous sensation like the fluttering of nerves with a tingle of accomplishment filled him. He almost forgot of the promise instantly.

“Welcome, Assistant 189676.”

“There you go. Remember, if you do anything bad it's my name you're running through the dirt.” The voice was soft and right in Yugi's ear as he noticed that the man was already standing. Which reminded him…

“What's with the SN?” He asked, more interested in something so simple than he would have liked to admit.

“What do you mean?”

“Your SN seems a bit dull don't you think? I mean I always imagined that your name was creative, that can't be your real name. Why did you have to change it? This sort of thing always requires real names.” Yugi admitted that there was childishness to the question but just the same, he cared for the answer.

The question was greeted with a simple laugh, “Then I guess I made to many assumptions, you see there are more complexities to this system then you know of. It doesn't allow just any person to join. You must be of the undead, or be a serf of a great person.”

Yugi's eyes widened, “You're a serf? What are you doing working here?”

He laughed again, and the action made Yugi feel more foolish each time he heard it. “Yes I am a serf, but if you don't mind keeping a secret, I am more than a simple serf. I work directly to the orders of the Yami. I was sent here for a mission for him several years ago, and asked if I could stay for a couple years. I am actually leaving next week.”

Yugi blinked. That's all he did. What else could someone do faced with such information?

~*~*~*~Scene Seven Of Nine: Discovery ~*~*~*~*~

Yugi was in aw of the database he had waited years to see. It had been only a minuet; two at most and in that time he had typed in “The Tomb King” and was instantly faced with more facts than he could have hoped to find.

`The Tomb King' had of course been incorrect; big surprise there. But he found was he had been damn close. `King of Thieves' He had been born in the Sexton Era in the Content of the Brujah, at the age 20, he had been kidnapped and brought to the Sabbat who had sold him to Caitiff of the Camarilla's Clans, and it was them who had turned him.

His parents had died when he was young, age five in his human years from the same Violation that had caused his parent's death, but it had had surprisingly no effect on his youth. He had never been an example of a good person. The description almost reminded him of Malik with lack of sleep set aside the entire thievery subject.

He spent his first years as a vampire on the verge of insanity. The fact that he had been turned weighed on his conscious almost as deeply as the fact that his master raped and left him. Sires to a new vampire are important influence and his leaving him affected him for the worse. But with a master without a clan, and himself without a master, he had been categorized as a Caitiff. Thirty years after being turned, his life had been changed with him meeting the man he had blamed for everything.

It was unknown how he had managed to do it, but he had killed his sire. At that time he had awoken from his dream, and gone back to his ways before he was a vampire, with an increasing amount of severity. Before he had never considered breaking any of the Violations, he merely went about being as naughty as he could with minor punishment, but he took a list of the Vampire Violations, all of which only applied to the vampires, (different than the ones that Yugi had memorized but still similar to it in content) then he began going one, by one down the list, he make a large public mockery of each and escaping each time extravagantly making an exit.

Yugi smiled at his style, he had to admit; it was creative. If he had guts enough, he could do the same with the limiting human violations, maybe he could knock some sense into his kind enough for them to revolt? Though he doubted it, it was the most tempting thought he had had in a long while. Something leaving him almost giddy on the inside.

His last appearance had been seventy years ago with the slaughter of 100 vampires at a convenient store. At this discovery, Yugi couldn't help the sadistic laugh that escaped him. He could feel the bookkeeper's questioning look burn into the back of his head, but he didn't turn.

Finally discovering a picture of him with the name “Bakura” labeling the bottom, he quickly pressed print. Ryou was now probably dieing of curiosity. Or at least, he should be. With a guy like this fallowing you, few wouldn't be anxious as to his next appearance. Yugi's best guess was when this `Bakura' guy finally decided it time to take Ryou, it would only be after the torment of him, and in front of everybody for all the world to see he was going to have a pet.

Yugi smiled as he logged off and ran over to the printer to grab the printed picture. This entire theme of Bakura, King of Thieves reminded him entirely of a spoiled child, showing off to the world that he could do as he pleased, when he pleased, fuck all of them around him that dare say different.

Smiling quite evilly to himself he waved to his dear ol' bookkeeper and went on his marry way. Not able to help himself from the words that escaped his lips.

“Bakura-sama doesn't know what he's gotten himself into. Once the initial shock has subsided, and Ryou-kun is back on his feet, the King of Thieve is going to be at his mercy and is going to regret anything he did to him.” Yugi laughed the entire way to the cafeteria, knowing that he couldn't tell Ryou the entire story, yet.

~*~*~*~*~Scene Eight Of Nine: Waiting Is More Torture Than Hell ~*~*~*~*~

The talk with Ryou had been short, for some reason Ryou hadn't been at all interested in what he had to say, that or he was really good at playing like that was the case. After he had said the name, it was like Ryou had gone into another world entirely. As much as he tried to continue the conversation, Ryou just nodded when he asked a question and said, “Uh hu.” every once in a while. Needless to say, the conversation ended in silence.

Now Yugi had always liked silence, it gave him time to think over things he had learned, think of what he could do to the vampire race, and all the thoughts that occupied his mind at that point in time, but now his mind had been sent on vampire stalkers like Bakura, and his own Yami problem and didn't want to change anytime soon. And so the saying goes, `a watch pot never boils' so it also goes for waiting to batter a kiss stealer. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to do something about it.

Then so…the minuets ticked by at the slow pace of two steeps backwards as he watched the clock.

Ryou seemed to notice this, though he said nothing. Giving Yugi his much needed space in exchange for not being yelled at. The tension in the air around him had bubbled to a boil, yet the pot was not ready.

He looked back at the time with renewed hope, but nearly yelled, as it had been a total of one minuet since he had looked to it. `A new record…' he thought bitterly as he slammed his head against the desk, not noticing the pain it caused him to do so.

`Yami would pay dearly for this, oh yes he would. And how sweet the satisfaction of it would be.'

The teacher came over to him in confusion of the desk head-slamming ordeal. But before Ryou could warn her, or him for that matter she tapped him on the shoulder.

“Mutou Yugi-san, is something the matter?” She asked looking like a cat peering to see what was coming. `Oh yes,' Yugi later thought. `Curiosity killed the cat, indeed.'

“What the hell do you want? Can't you see I'm agile? Don't you understand these symptoms? You're a vampire aren't you? Why don't you see what's fucking wrong with your head and not your fucking mouth, or is that to complicated a feat for you, you maniacal beast that should be seen as what you truly are, a thing that defies nature! How dare you interrupt my sulking session! Can't a fucking person have their own fucking peace!!! Why if I had a shovel I'd-”

At this moment, Ryou intervened and wrapped one arm with much difficulty around the middle of his flailing body, the other going straight to his mouth to stop him from digging a hole any deeper with it.

“H-he's had a rough day…” Ryou tried to explain, not knowing at all the reason, but figuring it the thing that says all possibilities.

Yugi moved his mouth so that he actually could say something with out it being muffled. “I'll say if I've had a fucking bad day or n-”

Ryou now had him wrestled to the floor and was sitting on him using both hands to stop the words from coming out.

“P-please excuse his rudeness…he's just rather upset.”

Yugi pouted and stopped his struggling. Their teacher, having still been the process of accepting such a burst of anger to come of such a small, quiet, kind being, that she just rose her eyebrow and shook her head. There were giggles around the room, and Yugi understood why. Blushing he motioned with his head for Ryou to get off of him so he could get up.

Jumping to his feet he bowed deeply and apologized. “G-gomen nasi….”

She looked at him a second and decided to ignore the entire thing by going to the front of the room and continuing her lesson. Yugi returned to his seat thanking Ryou for his heroic save and completely down-casting his face to hid his embarrassment. Well, at the least he wasn't angry anymore…but there would be more time for that later.

~*~*~*~*~Scene Nine Of Nine: Later ~*~*~*~*~*~

Well, when the bell finally did ring expressing the end of the school day Yugi hadn't killed anyone. Still quite embarrassed by his outburst, few saw him at all. He'd apologize again to his teacher after every one left. But to more important matters fist.

Yugi watched as Ryou attempted to push all his things into his bags, he wasn't surprised when some of them hit the ground. As he was picking them up, he seemed to notice Yugi standing behind him. Looking over his shoulder he stood up when it was all in his bag, and gave Yugi a slightly nervous look, one that clearly read `don't hurt me' returning his anger of his situation with the Yami just as quickly as he had lost it before.

“Yugi? Something wrong?”

Deciding now was the better time to go off he retorted hotly, “HAI! On my way to B.D. today I ran into this stupid vampire and now he's going to talk to me on my way home. I can't walk with you tell every one for me would you?” He would have put more emotion into it, but he was pretty sure he had gotten all his anger out as he was thrashing about in Ryou's hold.

“Tell them what?” Ryou asked understandably. `Probably because he had a similar encounter,' Yugi thought.

“Just that I have to talk to someone and I'll see them tomorrow.” He nodded finding it good to have restored his composure once again.

“Okay,” Ryou nodded in response.

“Ja matta ne…” Yugi waved and ran out the door before another word could be said. Bowing to the teacher just out side the door and apologizing as deeply as before, he saw Ryou turn his back. He felt a flood of pain fill his body. It seemed to believe he would never see his friend again…and if he did, it wouldn't be the same Ryou. Guilt and strain was injected into his blood stream, he was just about to steep back into the classroom when he felt two arms wrap themselves about him.

Had that been guilt he felt? Certainly not, it was gone to soon to have been, and for the most undoubtedly not last time of the day, red anger filled his body. He swung around, broke free from the grasp of the other, and glared at who he knew to be the person he had been waiting all day to see.

Grabbing his wrist he pulled him down the hallway, and pushed him out the door that lead to the outside. Slamming the door behind him he didn't even give the wind a chance to run genteelly over his heated skin before putting all his might into his hand, and slapping the Yami.

His face had fallowed through with the hand and his eyes were…well…like a lot of people that day: surprised. He stood there for a second unmoving as Yugi huffed out his anger.

“H-how dare you!” he said in seething anger. “How dare you kiss me and run like that.” Yugi crossed his arms and breathed heavily.

`Now that! Is exactly what I have been waiting all day to do!' Yugi thought gaily. Sweet satisfaction…

Yami finally turned his head, with a blank unreadable expression. He lifted his hand and touched his cheek. It looked as though he hadn't at all expected to be slapped. Yugi smiled. `Good.'

“You look surprised.” Yugi stated. “What were you expecting?”

Yami smiled and leaned forward his face was inches from Yugi's, and he blushed at the look on his face. Being so close to the person he was supposed to hate the most was hard work when he looked so mischievous like that. It made him want, to understand the Yami.

“I have, in all my afterlife, never been slapped.” He said it so calmly, so coolly, so simply Yugi was the one to be surprised. It was shocking to know someone who was now the oldest being on the planet had never been slapped.

Yugi blushed and push him away, not liking to be so close out of fear of being found out he mumbled, “well someone had to knock some sense into you! And you deserved it anyways. You shouldn't steal kisses and run. It's bad.”

Yami raided an eyebrow and smiled knowingly. “I'll keep that in mind for next time.”

“Will you now?” Yugi glared sharply.

“Oh yes, had I known you would have been so upset about me going away without a proper good bye I would have stuck around for a proper kiss.”

Yugi's face ignited in flames of embarrassment now. “T-that's not what I meant!!!” He said defensively.

“Oh? So what did you mean?” Yami looked at him calmly.

“T-that doesn't matter.”

Yami smiled viciously, “oh yes it does.”

“Stop saying `oh' before every sentence!!!” Yugi pouted, that was something that was beginning to grate on his nerves. “And why the hell not.”

Yami tisked and shook his head, “Yugi-chan you really need work on your manners. I personally detest foul language.”

“Good for you! And I `personally detest' that `oh' thing you keep doing so we're even. Happy?” Yami gave him a `no not really' look and Yugi continued. “But you didn't answer my question. So stop avoiding it an tell me why it matters that you know what I meant.”

Yami kept a straight face and said in an anticlimactic sort of tone, “for next time.”

“There won't be a `next time' if I can help it,” argued Yugi.

“Unfortunately for you, you can't,” there was a to serous facial expression, and his voice didn't help much either. Suddenly Yugi understood why he was as powerful as he was. Hesitantly, in a attentive, on his toes way.

“W-why not?”

Yami smiled, fully aware that was going to be the next question asked. He answered completely in a nonchalant way. “I, being the Yami and all, have speed up the process of acquiring surfs to make my life easier.” He took out a piece of paper, and the fingers of dread were interlaced about Yugi's body in a paralyzing grip. “Mutou Yugi, from this day forward, you are my faithful servant. Understand?”

Yugi let his jaw drop, but no words came out. Oh, he understood all right. And that is exactly why he was going to fight with every ounce of his being. `Good luck Ryou; sorry you'll have to figure out the rest for yourself. Let the gods be on our side, and forgive me for not being there.' As the thought faded into his mind he knew his world would never be the same.

~*~End Chapter 4~*~

To Be Continued…?

Important Author's Note: Sorry it took so long for me to update, truthfully I forgot about it. I am sorry to say that even though this is being updated, it is going to be temporarily discontinued. I have several fanfics started but my life is very busy right now, so I am going to limit what I write.Once I can get more organized, I'll try and get back into writing it. I just wanted to get this up so everyone knows; I didn't even finish editing this. I have no clue if it is worth posting or not.