Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Bittersweet Goodbye's ❯ What To Do? ( Chapter 7 )

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

Please review. Note: All flames will be used to line the cat box. Don't waste your breath Please review. I get five reviews, you get another chapter. Works good for me, helps me get some feedback as a writer. Thanks everyone, hope you enjoy. This is my first attempt at a Yugioh yaoi, so bear with me ^_^

Love

- Wataris_Girl

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Tea and Joey had been back for nearly an hour, and no one had really moved. Tea and Joey had just calmly accepted the situation they came back to, they were currently sitting one on each side of Yami Bakura. Tea was sniffling, and trying to hide it. Joey was just unabashedly crying. They all were at a complete loss, not only to help Yugi, but themselves. No one could bear the loss of the elder Mutou; there wasn't one of them that he hadn't helped through a tough spot when a hand was needed. It was surprisingly Yami Bakura that had the brainstorm of the group. Standing and detangling himself from his Aibou, he wandered into the kitchen.

Picking a box of Kleenex up off of the table and rummaging through the fridge for sodas and the cupboard for a bag of chips. He returned to the living room with his offering.

"I know no one feels like eating, but nibbling some chips and drinking some soda has to be better than nothing."

Everyone stared at the poor white haired Yami like he had grown a second head.

"Who are you, and what have you done with Yami Bakura…" Tea accused. "Cause that's probably a good idea."

The Yami glared, unsure if he had just been insulted, or complimented. And if he knew Tea, it was both.

"Good idea." Tristan agreed as he gently detangled from Yugi and Bakura and stood to meet Bakura's Yami at the door and take the soda.

"I'll get glasses." Joey volunteered as he dried his eyes roughly on his sleeve.

"Ill see if I cant cook something light that if we don't eat now, at least we can eat later, k?" Tea volunteered as she followed Joey towards the kitchen, but not before nabbing a Kleenex from the bewildered Yami.

"Better put that box on the coffee table, we might be needing it." She said. He smirked at her slightly, and she patted him on the arm before heading into the kitchen.

Yugi woke at the sudden noise and motion in the room. He looked down at Bakura, who was still lightly dozing. Yugi felt so empty that he felt confident enough to try and sit up. He could feel a pair of ruby eyes watching him from the far end of the couch.

/Yami, can you help me get up, I don't want to wake Bakura./

//Yes, of course.//

Yami stood easily now, rolling off the couch like a graceful cat. Not quite as bombarded by his light's stray emotions, and truly eager just to spend a moment with just his Aibou.

//Raise your arms Yugi//

Yugi kneeled back off of Bakura, lifting his arms, and letting Yami boost him clear of the sleeping Duelist.

"Thanks Yami."

Yugi turned to look at Bakura's pained face. The white haired duelist had fallen asleep with tears in the corners of his eyes. Unshed. He shivered, rolling over and mumbling at the loss of Yugi's warmth.

Yami Bakura was there in seconds, brushing past Yami and Yugi and gently wrapping his sensitive Aibou in the blanket on the couch, then sat, curling the trembling boy to his chest, possessively wrapping his arms around him. Yugi suddenly knelt, resting one hand on his friends shoulder, but looking straight into Yami Bakura's eyes.

"I am sorry, that I have caused him grief with my own. He is an angel Yami, take good care of him."

There was a moment of careful consideration between the two that ended up in a careful nod from both of them.

"Come Yugi, lets get you a cloth for your face." Yami said gently as he helped a weak Yugi to his feet with a careful tug.

"Will it help?"

"It might Aibou, but you worry me, you look very bad."

"I'm ok Yami…really…"

"I am not so sure Aibou."

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Yugi sat on the sink with his back to the mirror while Yami ran the water and looked for a washcloth under the sink.

"Aha!"

"Found one?"

Yugi blinked owlishly in the dingy light of the bathroom as Yami soaked the cloth. Wringing it out carefully, he handed it to Yugi.

The tired duelist pressed the cold cloth to his eyes until he saw spots and felt shivery.

"Thanks Yami."

"Aibou…I need you to tell me something."

Yugi set the cloth down after using it to rub the back of his neck.

"Ok."

Yami rested both of his hands on Yugi's shoulders.

"How do you want the others to act?"

"What do you mean?"

Yami thought for a minute.

"Do you need them to be quiet and sympathetic, or do you want them to act normal? I sensed that you feel bad that everyone else feels bad around you. Would you rather they act normal? I know they do not want you to think they are irreverent…"

Yugi sighed.

"I need the normal…Yami, I need them to act like they always do, and I think it would be better. If they need to cry, then of course, I don't mind that either. This can't be that easy for them…and…I…I don't know." He answered lamely.

Yami smiled knowingly.

"Alright Aibou, I was fairly sure but I wanted to check."

"Another thing Aibou, I hate to bring this up right now but…?"

"Yes?"

"Joey picked up the forms for you, but tomorrow you need to decide what to do for the funeral. And he also picked up your grandfather's address book. We need to make calls to his friends tomorrow. Will you let the others split up and help you?"

Yugi blinked and then launched himself off the counter to hug Yami.

Yami blinked, but held Yugi close, nestling into the wild mess of hair that was SO much softer than it looked.

/Thank you so much Yami, I don't know what I would do without you, or the others…I'm sorry though, if I say it out loud right now, I may just cry again, I'm too tired to cry anymore right now./

//Oh Aibou, it is well. I promise you, we will get through this. But do me one favor?//

/Name it./

//Let me stay to sleep beside you tonight? I miss grandpa too//

/Oh Yami…! *Yugi mentally winced* you have been so strong…I didn't even think that you might be hurting too…/

//It is all right Aibou.//

/I must have hurt you when I had that outburst…I didn't even shield, oh Yami, I am so sorry!/

//Don't be Aibou. It was a passing pain.//

/But you still hurt now! I can feel it!/

//That is because I am sad, Yugi, No worse or better than you. That is the pain//

/Yami…I…/

"ARE YOU TWO ABOUT DONE?! I HAVE TO PEEEEEE!" Tristan screeched at the closed bathroom door.

*muffled voice of tea* "I told you not to drink so much soda at lunch…but do you listen to ME?! NoooOO."

Yami placed a gentle hand at the small of Yugi's back.

"Come Aibou, lets get you some more of the medicine for your cold, and maybe a soda?"

"Yeah, I should try at least…"

Pound pound pound

"YUUUUUUGIIIIIIIIIIIIII."

"Alright, sheesh!"

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