Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A PAST TO BE FORGOTTEN ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

 

ONE

 

Thunder roared loudly outside as raid pounded down onto the city of Domino. Lightning flashed brightly through the black sky which seemed more an endless pit. Most of the power had gone out and people had in their frustration simply went to bed. But a certain few had not, one of them being the Motou residence.

 

Sugoroku had long since gone to bed leaving his now two grandsons in the living room. From the light of a few candles Yugi read Emperor: The Gates of Rome by Conn Iggulden out loud to the spirit. Yami, whom had gained his own body not too long after the incident with Dartz, was curled up on the corner of the couch his body wrapped tightly in a blanket much like Yugi's own. His eyes stared at the neatly knitted design of the blanket around him as he listened to Yugi's clear but quiet voice read the story out to him. The author, Conn, had described Rome just as he faintly remembered it so well that he was engrossed, besides that the story was wonderful and well written.

 

Yugi had loved the novel and adored reading out to the spirit who was always a willing and keen listener. This was probably the tenth book he had read out to the spirit since the incident with Dartz, which was almost six months ago. Rainy nights seemed to transpire quite often lately, or the two of them would have the house alone to each other frequent enough that they could get the reading done rapidly. Right now even through the pounding of the rain, the eerie flashing of lightning, and the constant roar of thunder outside the two of them managed to read on in the pale light of the candle.

 

““Tubruk,” came his father's voice.

 

Their area of the stands was torn between watching the fantastic display of savagery and getting in on the bet.

 

Tubruk frowned, his chin on his bunched fist. “Not yet. I cannot tell. They are too even”.

 

The two men broke apart for a moment, unable to keep up the pace of the first minuet. Both were bleeding and both were spattered with dust sticking to their sweat.

 

Alexandros rammed his blue shield up under the other's guard, breaking his rhythm and balance. His sword arm came up and over, looking for a high wound. The Italian scrambled back without dignity to escape the blow, and his shield fell in the dust as he did so. The crowd hooted and jeered, embarrassed by their man. He rose again and attacked, perhaps stung by the comments of his countrymen.

 

“Tubruk?” Julius laid his hand on the man's arm. The fight could be over in seconds, and if there was an obvious advantage to one of the fighters, the betting would cease.

 

“Not yet. Not...yet...” Tubruk was a study in concentration'.

 

A loud knock on the door caught Yami's attention and he was snapped out of his images and rose to his feet Yugi glanced at him questionly then heard the knock again. Heaving a sigh he placed his book mark in the book and rose to his feet, “stay here, I'll get it,” he instructed, Yami nodded and sat down while Yugi dashed off down the stairs into the shop.

 

Once reaching the bottom he glanced towards the door and jumped in surprise when he saw Joey, Anzu, and Honda standing at the door. Eyebrows soaring to the roof he glanced at the clock, it was nearly midnight. Shaking his head he opened the door and stepping aside allowed the soaking group into the shop. Their feet squished and squeaked on the floor from the rain water that drenched them Yugi watched as they stripped down their jackets and what not until all of them were in nothing but their now soaked pyjamas.

 

He heaved a sighed and scratched his neck, “what are you doing her at twelve o'clock at night,” he hissed as he locked the door and set the alarm.

 

Joey chuckled, “huh, yeah the phones are not working so we couldn't call yah Yug. We were all over at my place doing the project for social, and well when the power shut down the heat dropped cause of the fact that we are in the basement. Its like a freezer in there. Mt dad told us to come here while he went to a friends,” he expounded.

 

Blinking Yugi sighed, “Alright so long as you don't wake Grandpa. You'll have to listen to me read to Yami; I promised him we would finish the book tonight”.

 

“Oh,” said Anzu as she shivered furiously, “alright, which book is it”.

 

“Emperor: the Gates of Rome,” he stated, hearing Joey and Honda groan he smiled, “its full of gore and has some nudity”.

 

“I'm in,” exclaimed Honda, the group of them chuckled softly and turned at the sound of footsteps. Yami was striding down the stairs, as soon as he saw the rest of them he crocked an elegant brow and rolled his eyes, this could only spell trouble.

 

“I'll go get the towels for them, Yugi show them the laundry room, they need to dry their clothes before they are going any where else. It took Grandpa and I way too long to get this house clean today,” he stated sternly before heading up the stairs, Yugi nodded before showing the three to the laundry room, all the while trekking water across the tile floor.

 

Yami appeared moments later holding three large towels and three hoodies that would easily fit the three. Heaving a deep breath Yami ran his hands through his hair, “do you three want something hot to drink, there is tea and hot chocolate in the pantry,” he said.

 

“Hot chocolate please,” said Honda.

 

“Make that two,” said Joey.

 

Yami glanced at Yugi and Anzu, Yugi shrugged, “tea I guess for the rest of us, anything is good,” he said, Yami nodded curtly before vacating the room and heading upstairs to the kitchen to make the drinks.

 

“What is wrong with him today,” asked Joey in a whisper, “he does not seem to be in a great mood”.

 

Yugi crocked a brow and smirked, “if you had just spent all afternoon helping your Grandfather clean a house and shop that had been absolutely covered with mud you'd be pretty grumpy too if three people just came in tracking mud and water into the house”.

 

Nodding in agreement Joey rubbed at his hair furiously with the towel, “I see your point”.

 

Taking their turns the three of them changed in the privacy of the laundry room before coming out wrapped in towels with the hoodies covering their upper bodies, they had nothing else to wear until their clothes were done drying. Slowly they made their way up the stairs and towards the warmth of the fire, sitting down upon the carpet or on the couch.

 

Hearing the sound of something dropping to the tile floor of the kitchen and a frustrated and pained groan Joey rose to his feet, “I'll go check on him and make sure he hasn't burnt his hands off”. Yugi nodded encouragement at him before picking up the book and reading over what he had just read to the spirit.

 

Entering the kitchen Joey had to resist the urge to laugh at the sight before him; Yami looked a little bit too miffed to be aggravating at the moment. The spirit sat upon the counter, his white pyjama's covered with the powdered hot chocolate; Yami glanced at him and rolled in eyes before scooting off of the counter. Brushing the powder off he turned his gaze back upon Joey, “something you want,” he asked seemingly trying to get into a better mood.

 

“Just to help if it's wanted,” he said putting his hands in the air.

 

Sighing Yami smiled at him, “that would be the first good thing that would transpire today,” he said, Joey chuckled before coming over to him and retrieving the container of hot chocolate from the floor placed it on the counter. Yami grabbed the broom and dust pan from the corner, sweeping up the mess while Joey finished putting the powder into the two set out cups for him and Honda. The sound of the kettle screeching reached their ears, Yami sighed deeply and heading to it pulled the plug.

 

Watching as the spirit began to pour the steaming water into the five cups he noticed the dazed expression in Yami's eyes, and the fact that his pupils were dilated like a cats in the dark. Narrowing his eyes he stepped forward and forced the spirit to face him once he had placed the kettle in the sink. Staring into the spirits deep crimson eyes he blinked in confirmation once his eyes spotted the small bruise upon his friend's brow, “what happened,” he demanded.

 

“Nothing why,” Yami asked moving away from him and beginning to stir the drinks.

 

“Because no one gets a concussion that easily, especially you,” he stated firmly as he leaned against the counter, his gazed locked on the spirit who seemed to be trying to avoid him.

 

“Does Honda like sugar in his hot chocolate, I know you do,” Yami said trying desperately to change the subject, seeing the glare that he was receiving from Joey he heaved a heavy sigh before taking the tea bags out of the three cups and dropping them in the garbage can. He turned his gaze upon his friend, “Fine, nothing significant happened, but something did”.

 

“What did,” Joey demanded persistently.

 

“That I'll keep to myself,” Yami grunted before removing a tray from one of the cupboards and placing all of the cups upon it.

 

“Yami, did someone hurt you on purpose,” Joey snapped blocking the spirit from leaving the room.

 

Crimson eyes narrowed angrily before picking up the tray, “like I said, how I got this Ra damned concussion I will keep to myself, and Yugi does not need to know that I have it, got it Joey”.

 

Grabbing the tray and removing it from Yami's grasp Joey placed it on the table, all the while blocking Yami from leaving the room, when he turned his attention back to the spirit Yami had his arms crossed firmly and he was gazing heatedly out the window. Heaving a deep sigh Joey scowled, “if I promise not to tell Yugi, will you tell me”.

 

Glancing up at him thoughtfully Yami rubbed his pounding temple, “I don't think I should Joey,” he said with uncertainty, “my problems I will deal with on my own”.

 

“Not with me as your friend,” Joey said stubbornly.

 

Yami heaved a deep breath before leaning against the counter again, “Joey, please just drop this,” he pleaded.

 

“No,” Joey snapped, “something happened to you, something bad and I wanna know”.

 

“What if I don't want you to know, or anyone to know,” Yami hissed in both aggravation and desperation, “what if I wish to keep this to myself”.

 

“When you're being endangered then yes it does,” Joey said crossing his arms, “others should know so that they do not think something different of you when you turn up in the hospital after school. Guess what they are going to think”.

 

“That I decided to fight with someone larger than myself,” Yami stated, “I know this already Joey, now please drop this, my head is pounding as it is”.

 

“Not until you tell me,” Joey insisted.

 

“Just stop it Joey,” Yami snapped loudly not caring if the others heard, “drop this cursed subject and leave it, if I wished for you to know about what transpired then I would have already told you, just, leave me be”. At that Yami turned his back to him and faced the opposite wall, one hand over his temple.

 

Yugi came into the kitchen at that moment and Joey signalled for him to leave, reluctantly the teen turned and left the room leaving the two of them alone again. Blinking Joey strode forward and placed his hands on Yami's shoulders, the spirit jerked away from him. The motion sent the spirits head spinning and he dropped to the floor, moaning as his head began to ring from the abuse. Kneeling down Joey reached out to him with a hand, Yami brushed it roughly away before trying to rise to his feet, his spinning vision caused him to be unsteady and he only ended up back upon his rear.

 

Shaking his head Joey rose to his feet and grabbing a cloth from the counter wet it with cold water before kneeling back down beside his friend, Yami eyed him heatedly before his expression turned to slight fear and pain as tears welled up in his crimson eyes. Joey gently placed the cloth over his friends brow, Yami didn't push him away as he gently helped him into a sitting position, once that was done he kept his arm around Yami's strong shoulders, “now what happened”.

 

“It all happened so fast I can barely recall what happened. I stayed later today to help Coach Gaudio clean up the gym, in short I was the last student and he was the last teacher to leave the school. I said my good-byes before I started to head home, that's when it happened. Just after I left the vision range of Coach Gaudio four maybe five men jumped me, where they came from I cannot tell. They wanted nothing from me, no money or jewellery. Heh no, they tried to shove me into a nearby black van. If Gaudio had not heard the commotion and come to my aid I would be gods knows where, either beaten or dead,” he expounded lifting his gaze to Joey's face, “happy now”.

 

“That you answered yeah,” said Joey as he helped Yami rise to his feet, “but not with your answer. Gramps should at least know what happened, so should the police, if there is a group of thugs out there trying to kidnap people then there's a problem, especially for you, you got away”.

 

“Gaudio told me to phone the police, but I do not want Yugi to know what happened, I do not need him worrying over me,” Yami stated resting the side of his head against Joey's shoulder, “he needs to worry about his schooling, not about me”.

 

Joey scowled, “no, he needs to know, and you need to be fussed over, did you receive any other injuries,” he asked immediately running his eyes over the spirits form. Sighing deeply Yami moved his arm and lifted his shirt up to reveal a few rather large and black bruises. Biting his lip Joey gazed hard into his friend's eyes, concern showing heavily, “we are calling the cops right now, I don't care what you say”.

 

Yami whimpered, “Joey no, wait till the morning, besides the power is out remember, and it will be for a while”.

 

Crocking a brow Joey grunted, “The rain is your saving grace, but as soon as the power comes back on we are calling the police up and you will be telling Gramps when he wakes up. Till then lets get those drinks to the others then I'll treat your head, come on,” he said smiling and heading towards the living room grabbing the tray as he went. Yami smiled at his form warmly before following him, ignoring the questioning gaze of his Aibou.

 

--I'll tell you in the morning Yugi --he assured the young teenager before he followed Joey to the room that he and Yugi shared. There Joey wrapped up his torso with tensor bandages and forced him to lay down with a cold cloth on his brow, “thank you Joey”.

 

“What are friends for man,” Joey said playfully, “I've had to deal with a lot of concussions and this is the best thing that works for me. Sleep buddy, we'll go to bed as soon as our drinks are done”. Yami nodded before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep, smiling at that Joey immediately draped two more blankets over Yami's form before leaving the room.

 

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Mokuba lay stretched out on the backseat, a blanket covering his sleeping form. Seto glanced back briefly at him and smiled affectionately; his little brother had fallen asleep while he worked at Kaiba Corp. finished off the final details on the virtual game he had been furiously working on for the past few months. Luckily for him he had it all saved onto a disk when the power shut down. Even in the high tech office he ran the power would still shut down on them like it did the rest of the city.

 

Turning a corner he gazed briefly at the game shop, he could see the light from candles gleaming through the bay window on the top floor. He chuckled; his friends must all be there wreaking havoc on Sugoroku. Blinking he thought over that last sentence when he came to a red light, yes his friends, his close friends of the past six months since the incident with Dartz, his very close friends.

 

Letting his gaze wander while he waited for the light to flash green in the pounding rain around him he spotted something through the screen of water. Along side the Game shop in the alleyway was a black van, a mysterious looking one at that. It's windows were tinted black out of what he could see, and the front lights were surprisingly dim. Narrowing his eyes he stepped on the gas pedal when the light turned to green, but he did not continue to the mansion, instead he drove up alongside the game shop.

 

Stepping out into the pouring rain he dashed back to the backseat of the car, gently taking Mokuba out he closed and locked the doors before dashing towards the door and under the shelter of the overhanging roof above him. Knocking on the door he waited. Eventually he spotted Yugi coming carefully down the stairs, he looked shocked to see him standing there but hurriedly unlocked the door, shut off the alarm, and let him inside.

 

“I wasn't expecting you to come here Seto,” he said taking the CEO's jacket and hanging it up.

 

Seto smiled brightly at him, “there seemed to be a gathering here so I decided to join the fun”.

 

Yugi chuckled, “well Grandpa and Yami are asleep already, Joey said that he had a headache. The rest of us are having some hot chocolate and tea before we hit the sack”.

 

“Hmm, sounds like a plan,” Seto said as he began to follow Yugi upstairs, briefly he glanced back over his shoulder at the door, his eyes narrowed as he watched the van drive out onto the street and around the corner. Hopefully they would not be coming back, who ever they were. Heaving a sigh he turned his gaze back in the direction that he was heading in, stepping into the living room he smiled at the others while Yugi dashed off to grab a blanket and pillow for the two of them. Sitting down by the fire Seto kept Mokuba in his lap, “how is everyone here,” he asked.

 

Joey chuckled and patted Seto's back, “peachy,” he said before leaning back against the wall, “what brings you here, doesn't the mansion have power”. Seto shook his head in response as Yugi returned to the room, thanking him Seto laid Mokuba down on the floor overtop of a blanket that Yugi had laid out for him.

 

“Nah,” he whispered before removing his sweater, leaving him in nothing but a thin tee-shirt, “the power in the entire city is out. Even at Kaiba Corp. even the back up system would not work. So I simply decided to go home when I saw all the shadows moving around in your house, I had figured that all of you were here so I invited myself”.

 

Placing his cup on the coffee table Honda released a yawn, “well we should turn in, I'm guessing that it is almost one, we need to change first though”.

 

“Your clothes should be dry, go get them and I'll set up your beds for you,” said Yugi as he rose to his feet, the group nodded their thanks before heading down the stairs to the laundry room. Silently Seto and Yugi set up all the bed upon the floor, by the time the three had come back up the stairs Seto and Yugi were already laying down and nearly asleep. Crawling into their beds they blew out the candles then fell asleep, the sound of the rain lulling them to sleep.

 

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A rather loud roar of thunder snapped him into alertness; his head began to pound immediately and groaning he sat up in his bed. Heaving a deep sigh he glanced up at the sunlight, the rain had not lessened over time, it had only increased in its pounding. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes Yami rose his feet before glancing over at the alarm clock, it was one thirty, he had only been a sleep for a half hour, forty minuets maybe. Grunting he strode to the door, he felt too awake and his head was throbbing too much to fall back to sleep on his own.

 

Stepping into the hallway Yami glanced down towards those sleeping in the living room; he smiled to himself as he stared fondly at each of his friends. All of them had been through so much together; they had survived some of the most heart wrenching and breaking events that could possibly transpire with a group of average teenagers, considering certain things. He heaved a sigh, he cared about all of the so much, he could never forgive himself if he hurt them.

 

Yawning he continued on his walk, eventually finding that his feet led him down into the shop and up to the glass front door. Hugging himself for warmth he stared out onto the street as far as his vision would permit with the pouring rain, and the fact that the streetlights were not gleaming overhead.

 

The sight was mesmerizing and surprisingly relaxing, taking in slow and deep breaths Yami felt his headache slowly lessen, the throbbing was not as intense and the pain in his chest was nearly forgotten as he focused his mind and his gaze upon the falling droplets of winter rain that reminded him so much of cold tears cascading down the tanned cheeks of someone he vaguely remembered from his past. Who, he did not know.

 

Closing his eyes for a brief moment he locked his thoughts upon that dream that had been constantly filling his head at night, a dream that felt so real he swore that those skilled and gentle tanned hands were from a real person, someone that loved him and that he loved in return. Beautiful widespread and strong yet gentle hands constantly caressing him, soft and moist lips exploring his body. But the feature that he remembered most was a pair of warm and caring cerulean eyes, the love shining in them so brightly that he swore he melted under the gaze of whom ever they belonged to.

 

Heaving a sigh then wincing he opened his eyes and returned his gaze back to the street. As soon as his eyes had adjusted to the light again a figure dressed entirely in black passed by the doorway, he was there one moment then gone the next, his walk was slow almost mesmerizing, but clearly he had an agenda.

 

The rapid pounding of his heart echoed in his head as he stared out into the darkness searching for the figure that had just passed by him, making his mind tell him that it was playing tricks upon him. Just as he was about to confirm to himself that there was no one out there three more figures passed by, but instead of disappearing they stopped in front of the door and peered in. Yami covered his mouth as to hold back a scream, turning he nearly tripped over his own feet as he scrambled to a hiding place. He could not see the faces of those men, but he still knew who they were.

 

Dropping down in the stairwell he pressed his back against the wall and peered fearfully over his shoulder at the men standing at the door. More joined them as he watched all dressed in black, all of their faces masked and their eyes veiled over. His heart was pounding heavily, the sound filling his ears and drowning out the sound of the rain and thunder outside.

 

A flash of lightning illuminated the men, Yami took that brief second to count how many there were, eight in total. Biting his lip he slowly rose to his feet keeping his back pressed firmly against the wall, he needed to get upstairs and wake someone up. Once he reached the halfway point the deafening sound of a gun sending several bullets reached his ears along with the shattering of glass. Holding back a cry he bolted up the rest of the stairs and dashed into the living room. Grabbing the door that blocked off customers from entering their home he slammed it and locking it slid to the ground, his back pressed against it.

 

Hurried footsteps and angered cries reached his ears, giving out a small whimper he cradled his knees against his chest and bowed his head, why did they have to come here why.

 

Joey and Seto were at his side immediately, the others were slowly and groggily rising to their feet just as bodies slammed heavily into the thin wooden door, shaking Yami and nearly throwing him off balance. Knowing what was going on Joey forced Yami to his feet and pulled his to him, “hide,” he hissed, “hurry get into a room, lock it and stay there dead silent now”.

 

Seto was the only one that stayed as the others made their way silently to Yugi's and Yami's bedroom, the CEO stared at the door in shock as he heard men pounding on it on the other side, throwing their bodies against it in an attempt to gain access to the house. Turning his gaze to Yami he found that Joey was leading him towards the bedroom, his head buried furiously in Joey's torso and his fists clenching desperately at his shirt, his body trembling in fear.

 

Following the two they entered the bedroom and closing the door locked it tightly, Sugoroku stared at Yami and Joey questionly, “what is going on here,” he whispered as Joey forced Yami to sit beside Yugi where the young teen immediately wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

 

“Joey, tell them, I can't,” he muttered as Seto sat beside him holding him tightly.

 

“After school today Yami got jumped, they tried to force him into a vehicle but Coach Guadio came around the corner and saved him. I am assuming that these are the same guys,” Joey explained, Yami nodded his head furiously in confirmation as all eyes turned to him.

 

A loud bang rang out and the door in the living room burst open, most likely in splinters by the sound of gunshots. Yami never remembered being this terrified, he felt no comfort holding onto Yugi, instead he clung to Seto desperately holding back tears of fear as his hikari held him from behind whispering comforting words to him through their link.

 

Heavy footsteps echoed through the house as all of them remained as silent as they could become, the men outside spoke in a heavy language, Arabic by the seems of things. They bellowed at each other, bickering and swearing before all went quiet. For a moment the group prayed that they had left and they were now alone, only for someone to pound heavily on the door outside all the while yelling out in his deep and spine chilling voice, “Pharaoh Yami I know you are in there, come out now, come out you coward I saw you at the door trying to get away I know its you, come out”.

 

Yami whimpered into Seto's shirt and pressed himself more so into Seto's chest, the CEO held him tighter, protectively as the pounding increased. He could feel his small friend trembling in his arms as cold tears soaked his shirt, biting his lips he resisted the constant urge he had of kissing away those tears, he did not know if Yami had the same loving feelings towards him as he did to the small teenager. Seeing Yami look so frail and frightened struck a cord in him, he had never seen Yami like that, at least not that he knew of.

 

Just then the door was bashed off its hinges, wood splinters showering the floor before what remained of the door followed it, thudding against the ground loudly. All eight men stormed in, sleek black guns pointed forward angrily in their deeply tanned hands.

 

“Get up Pharaoh and surrender before I hurt one of your little friends,” snapped the leader of the group, the same man that had yelled through the door.

 

Seto growled angrily and held Yami tighter as the former Pharaoh prepared to stand, turning he stationed Yami behind him before he faced the intruders, “you will have to go through me first”.

 

“Seto don't this does not involve you,” Yami pleaded preparing to stand up only for Seto to rise with him and keep him pressed against the wall behind him.

 

Removing his mask a rather handsome man smiled at them, his cheek bones high, his face angular, and his eyes dark and venomous, “I see that you are still loyal to the brat Seto,” he chuckled running his hand through his shoulder length black hair, “I'm not surprised, do your other feelings still rage strong”.

 

“What is your name,” Yami demanded forcing his voice to sound unafraid and strong, “how do you know about Seto's past life and my own”.

 

The man smiled, “my name is Toran Demyosnai, I am the right hand man of the man whom seeks you Yami-Atemu. I know because of where I grew up, a small village that protects the Millennium Items. They are no longer protected, there are only three items that we do not have”.

 

“What have you done to Shadi and the Ishtar's,” Yami demanded, now angry, “bastard what did you do”.

 

Toran smiled devilishly, “what we needed to do to gain those items of course, now,” he said pointing his gun threateningly at Seto, “I would suggest you allow the Pharaoh to come forward like he wishes priest, that way there is no bloodshed and broken hearts tonight”.

 

Growling Seto reached back and grasped Yami's wrists, “shoot me and maybe I will”.

 

“Kaiba stop,” bellowed Honda as he held Anzu, “do you want all of us to die”.

 

“Seto move, now,” Yami snapped trying to wrench his hands away from the brunette, “let me go”.

 

“I'm not letting them have you,” he growled.

 

A shot rang through the air and Seto dodged to the side bringing Yami with him as Toran fired impatiently at his head, “come forward now Pharaoh with the puzzle and rod, that way no one gets hurt”.

 

Nodding Yami pulled away from Seto, when the CEO moved to pull him back he sent him a heated glare, “don't Seto,” he snapped before grabbing the two items off of the desk, draping the puzzle around his neck and holding the rod firmly in his hands Yami strode up to Toran hiding his fear as best he could, “touch them and you will feel my wrath,” he threatened.

 

Chuckling Toran lowered his gun, with a simple movement Yami found himself pulled against the man, his back against the taller mans larger and leaner frame. One burly arm held him across the torso while the tip of the guns barrel was pressed firmly to his temple, “you struggle and they die, understand that,” Toran whispered vehemently in his ear, Yami nodded furiously, “good, move out”.

 

Joey rose to his feet immediately and restrained Seto from following them as they vacated the room, dragging Yami with them, “if you go after them he'll die or be injured and you know it. Mokuba sent a distress signal the police, it'll be fine”.

 

Joey had been correct in that statement, though vaguely. Once Toran and his men stepped out of the door with Yami in their grasp the flashing lights of police cars met their gazes. Yami had been able to pry himself away as Toran was forced to turn his gun upon the police. From there he hid in the alleyway his body becoming drenched with rain and muddy water while a furious gun fight ranged around him. The sounds were deafening and he sat trembling in fear against the stone wall of the game shop.

 

Even though the police had the element of surprise, they did not win. All of the men were able to escape into their van parked around the corner and speed off.

 

An officer came around to where Yami sat hugging himself when the others were led downstairs by other police officers. The man was kind and spoke gently to the spirit coaxing him to stand upon shaken limbs before wrapping a warm blanket around his shoulders as the rain subsided to a sprinkle. Yami was shaking horribly from both fear and the cold when Yugi and Sugoroku wrapped their arms around him tightly.

 

A/N: I've had this idea for the longest time, I love it. And as for Crimson, I am sorry to those who actually did read it, but I could not continue it, all my ideas and love for the story left halfway through the chapter and I sat there looking at it for Ra knows how long trying to think of something that I found interesting to write about within it.

 

And sorry about the fact that the ending is rushed, lol, I got desperate to finish this obviously really long chapter.

 

Anyway, please review for this one; I would really appreciate some feed back, thank you.