Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Bittersweet Goodbye's ❯ Alone ( Chapter 6 )

Bittersweet Goodbye's

By: Lady Jade

Warnings: I don't own Yugioh. Damn. Anyways, I'm not making any profit off this, and my hat is off to all the talented ppl who worked so hard to make Yugioh successful. If you sue me, all you'll get are my student loans. Have fun This is Yaoi boys and Girls. Boy boy interaction. Explicit stuff. NO kiddies or ppl with heart conditions. Swim at your own risk

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Love

- Wataris_Girl

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Everything came back in shades of gray. He felt like he was still floating, or maybe reclining. Listening he could hear the strong beating of a nearby heart, and smell a minty cologne and the nip of winter air, that promised more rain, maybe snow. Aural senses coming back a little more, he could hear Tristan's voice, the words were garbled, but it was definitely Tristan. There was the soft brush of jean jacket against his cheek. Someone was carrying him. Taking a deep breath that ended in a near sob, Yugi was certain of his guess. Tristan was carrying him, no mistaking that cologne.

"It's ok Yug', almost there buddy. Just hang on and try not to move. The nurse gave you a shot and told us to take you home. You might be a little sleepy…"

He tried to reply, he really did. The only sound that came out sounded more like a whimper. There was the jarring of Joey walking up stairs, but Yugi felt to weak to open his eyes.

"Tristan, get the keys Bakura gave me out of my back pocket?"

"Hey Yug'." Tristan chattered as he rummaged into Joey's pocket. "You are crashing at Bakura's with us for a while. It will be the gang here with you, but no one else. Bakura's dad is outta the country for a really long time. And none of our parents mind."

/Yami?/ His mind voice was barely a mewl.

//Aibou…I am here. You should rest.//

/Rest?/ he echoed blankly.

//Sleep. It will help.//

/I am tired, and I feel funny. I got a shot? What was in it?/

//Sleep Aibou./

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The fierce tapping of shoes on concrete announced that Tea and Bakura had arrived belatedly.

"Sorry guys!" Tea heaved.

"We had to explain to the principal where Yugi would be and stuff." Bakura gasped. "Yugi looks terrible! Is he going to be ok?" The white haired young man's chocolate eyes were wide and filled with worried tears.

"Yah." Tristan stated as he pushed the door open, shifting Yugi so that he didn't drop him while he opened the storm door.

Yugi mewled again. It made everyone wince. Bakura eased through the door next, beckoning everyone, and showing them where to dump their shoes and coats.

He stood. Brown eyes worried.

"What can I do to help?" He asked quietly as Joey shifted his bundle.

"Well," Joey said. "He's cold, can you strip to your under shirt and pull him really close, uh, how about the couch?"

The normally shy young man scrambled to comply, struggling out of his uniform shirt until he was in just a thin t-shirt. He then leaned forward to take Yugi from Joey. Joey shook his head and motioned for Bakura to have a seat on the couch, which he did.

"Get comfortable." Joey said gently as he waited for Bakura to scramble into a comfortable position.

"Here." Joey whispered calmingly, both for Bakura's sake and Yugi's. Yugi had fallen asleep. No need to wake him. He lowered Yugi to the white haired young man's chest, then rolled him onto his stomach until the sleeping duelist's cheek was resting over Bakura's heart. With a little more arranging, Joey managed to wrangle Yugi from His school jacket, and pull his shoes off. Bakura was looking at Joey faintly pleadingly.

Joey smiled and helped the shy duelist place one hand at the small of Yugi's back, then helping the other twine itself tenderly in Yugi's hair, and then he backed away, letting Tristan past him.

Tristan hadn't been far, having hunted up a blanket, he slipped past Joey and covered the two up, noticing the slightly calmer look on Bakura's face. It had been a good move on Joey's part. Now Yugi was warm and resting, and Bakura wasn't crying helplessly for his friend. It had been a good combination.

"Tristan, will you stay here with Bakura and Yugi?" Joey asked.

"Yeah, uhm sure, but where you going?" Tristan asked as he slid down against the foot of the couch, resting a reassuring hand over the top of Bakura's and nestling closer to Yugi as he settled into a comfortable position.

"I am taking Tea, were going by her place to grab her a change of clothes and a toothbrush, and then going to Yugi's to get him some of his stuff." Joey dangled Yugi's house key off of the end of the dualists wallet.

"I nabbed his wallet when he passed out, didn't want it to drop when I was carrying him."

There was a universal nod of understanding.

"Take my spare key again, so that you can get back in." Bakura whispered as he rolled his eyes so that he could make eye contact without moving or waking Yugi.

"Good Idea."

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Yugi woke slowly. Something was different. He just couldn't put his finger on it. Everything felt really fuzzy. But he was so very warm. His fingers brushed a strand of silky hair. It was really long. He blinked thoughtfully and slowly opened one eye. He was looking up into worried rich brown. Why was he sleeping on Bakura's chest? He let his fingers reflexively stroke the hand full of silky silver. It was comforting. Bakura felt so safe and strong. He wondered when that had happened. Like maybe when he had grown and nobody but Yami and grandpa had noticed… Bakura was solid and oh so safe. Why did he need to feel safe? Why was he at Bakura's house?

"Yugi, hey…" Bakura's voice was heavy with worry, sorrow, and sympathy. "Are you feeling ok?"

Yugi had to stifle a cough. He felt really weak and wretched, and he was pleasantly surprised when he felt gentle but strong hands start to rub his shoulders.

"Mhhh…" he sighed aloud. His back really hurt, and the touch helped. Someone else was sitting beside Bakura, perched on the edge of the couch.

"Tristan?" The sturdy hands definitely belonged to the spiky haired duelist.

"Hey Yugi, how do you feel?"

Yugi thought about it for a minute. What actually hurt the most?

"My arm hurts."

"Oh, man, were sorry about that, the nurse insisted that she give you a shot for your nerves, and your fever. Two shots. Same arm. Bet it hurts like a…" There was a cough to his right. Yami Bakura and Yami Yugi sat like identical statues of each other, one light, and one dark. Their knees were touching, and they almost appeared to be getting along, except for Yami Yugi, who had his finger raised in a half reprimand that, surprisingly, seemed to be aimed at Tristan.

"What Yami? Its not like he hasn't heard it before, and from higher sources!"

"Good point." Yami sighed while looking slightly chastised.

Yugi chose to ignore the trivial argument, and feeling slightly good enough to look around, was having a little trouble remembering how he got where he was. Why was he sleeping on Bakura's chest, with Tristan rubbing his back? Why were both Yami's together, apparently willingly enough, and not fighting. Whatever he had been given a shot of, had apparently been strong stuff. Why had he needed a shot for his fever and his nerves? Everything was SO strange… He settled against Bakura, turning his head so that he could watch Yami, and at the same time, be a little closer to the soothing sound of Bakura's calmly beating heart. He almost remembered, the looks on their faces were so tragic…what had happened…

Yugi stared at both Yami's quizzically, both of them looked away, almost unable to meet his dazed violet gaze. Like they didn't want to do anything to remind him that… and then he remembered. He remembered why he was here. Why everyone was gathered around him watching him carefully; watching him like he was a bug on a pin. And the pain ripped through him. It made his Yami gasp and lean against Yami Bakura for support, and Tristan stop his back rub. Absolute silence ruled.

"Bakura." Yugi whispered, his small voice cutting the stillness like a knife.

"Yugi?"

"Could you hug me really tight?"

"Yes…why though?"

"Because I am going to cry."

"Oh Yugi." Bakura whispered as he pulled Yugi into the hollow of his neck, letting the smaller duelist knot his fists in his t-shirt. The sobs that started were so violent that Tristan curled up on the small space between Bakura's hip and the side of the couch, draping himself over the white haired boy and Yugi, providing some support. Yami crawled over, and then hauling himself up carefully, he moved to curl up at the foot of the couch, resting his cheek against the top of Bakura's thigh, the gesture allowing him to touch Yugi's back.

If Bakura was uncomfortable with being in the middle of a group hug, he never showed it, however he did gesture at his hesitant Yami that it was ok to come comfort Yugi as well. The white haired reflection of Bakura moved up to rest his cheek against his Aibou's, and drape one arm protectively around the top of the couch, comforting his sensitive partner who was currently beset by everyone's grief. He to gazed sadly at Yugi. He knew he was thinking what everyone else was thinking. This might be the last and final loss for Yugi. He was completely alone now, aside from his Yami and his friends. It was heart wrenching, even for a cold ex tomb robber. Maybe it was worse because Yami Bakura knew all too well how sad it was to be alone.

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