Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson Trust ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

Author: Yami Neferbre

Title: Crimson Trust
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, or CSI Miami, or Waste by Staind

Paring: SetoxYami
Rating: R (just to be safe with the content)

Warning: Violence, language, sexual content, rape

Spoilers: None
Summary: Yami has always been lied to, always been betrayed and hurt. Working as a special agent for the CSI crime lab in Miami he finds peace while raising his younger siblings. But an old enemy has returned, and a wonderful man just entered his life. Can he trust a stranger, or will he simply give up on life all together.

*** Story idea came from the song Waste by Staind***
Status: 5/29 (this is not definite, there is one chapter that I believe might become lengthy, or I might want to have more in it and it may become two chapters, I don't know yet, but this is a general number)

 

A/N: Well I have figured out the average number of pages per chappie now….about sixteen, lol. That's pretty long, considering before I had Dragon as a beta I used size nine font and only had to write four to six pages ^^ lol.

Dark Angel Lytha: answering your question, no I do not know that much Spanish, I know some basics, and I have to friends that speak it, so I make them do the translations for me, so it might be a lil off, but I dun know.

 

FIVE

 

That there were no more options for you
I can't explain how I feel
I've been there many times before
I've tasted the cold steel of my life crashing down before me

 

He had long since changed out of his evening attire into a pair of sleek black polyester track pants, and a simplistic muscle shirt of the same material. He needed to be comfortable, and the bullet proof vest that he was forced to wear was scratchy if not worn with the right shirt. His leather jacket would suffice for warmth during the night.

 

He sat out in front of the house, shoving cases of ammunition into their slots on his bets, while making sure that his two barrettes were secure in their halters at his hips. Sometimes having to wear all of this infuriated him, but he knew that it was necessary.

 

Hearing the front door open Yami looked up, spotting Taita leaving he heaved a sigh and vacated from the vehicle. Moving up the path towards his friend Yami smiled warmly at him, his face lit with the light glow of the nearby street lights, “How was it,” he questioned.

 

Shrugging Taita shuddered against the slight chill of the wind that wiped around him, “Mokuba is rather energetic, and Seto is easy to keep track of, he just stays in his study and works, comes out only when he has to. How was your friends birthday... the one that you've known since high school?”

 

Chuckling Yami rubbed his hands together for warmth, “Bakura, he got spoiled again,” he said, shaking his head. “But otherwise he moved back in with us. I find it rather humorous that I am acting as a bodyguard for someone, while back at home I have two childhood friends watching my ass in the exact same way.”

 

“Worried are they,” Taita asked, smirking.

 

Grunting Yami ruffled his hair, “That is an understatement. Anyway I better let you get going, your wife if probably waiting for you,” he said, smiling before patting his friends shoulder and heading towards the front door. “See you tomorrow”

 

“Yep, have a good night buddy,” Taita called, waving briefly before moving towards his car. Cerulean eyes watching as Yami warmly greeted the butler - whom had been waiting with the door open- and strode inside, divesting his jacket as he went.

 

He had barely removed his jacket when Mokuba came bounding down the stairs, unruly raven coloured hair bouncing as he went, a bright smile upon his face at the idea of having another person to show around the immense house. Yami crocked a brow at him, stunned. This boy had more energy then Yugi did on a sugar high, speaking of the sugar highs he had to remember to hide Bakura's chocolate when he got home.

 

“May I take you coat sir,” Victor questioned politely, offering his hand.

 

Smiling Yami nodded, handing the cold leather to the butler, barely being able to thank him before the younger Kaiba was bouncing in his face.

 

He was glade that he had the patience of a saint when it came to children.

 

“So you are Mr. Hanata right,” Mokuba inquired, eyes running over the bullet proof vest with curious grey eyes.

 

“I am,” Yami said with a smile, extending his hand to the younger boy, kneeling down slightly so that he was at his level. “And I presume that you are Mokuba.”

 

The boy smirked, grey eyes laughing as he shook Yami hand, “That's right, Mokuba Tulio Kaiba at your service,” he said before smartly saluting.

 

Chuckling at the boy's enthusiasm Yami saluted him back, “Your middle name, Tulio, suits you quite well.”

 

Mokuba crocked his head, eyebrow raising in bewilderment, “It does?”

 

Nodding Yami rose to his feet, stretching as he did so, watching the eleven-year-old peer at him with those giggling grey eyes, “It means lively in Latin. You seem very high strung at the moment, like my brother usually is.”

 

“Oh, whose your brother,” Mokuba asked, bounding towards the couch and jumping upon it, laughing at the wince that Yami made from the sound of the couch scraping against the hard wood as it was shoved back.

 

“Yugi Hanata,” Yami explained, briefly watching Victor move towards the kitchen before re-averting his attention back to the young Kaiba. “He goes to Miami Country Day school.”

 

“Oh Yugi,” Mokuba exclaimed, jumping back to his feet. “I've met him a few times, he goes to my school. I should have known that he was your brother, you look exactly alike almost… he's just... more.”

 

“Innocent, and has lighter skin than I,” Yami finished for him, a small smile gracing his features. “He inherited more of my father's traits than I did, unfortunately.”

 

Mokuba moved up to him, grey eyes questioning, “Why is that unfortunate, isn't that a good thing,” he asked.

 

Feeling his body stiffen Yami shrugged, moving towards the stairs, “No, actually, not with how my father was. I need to make a quick phone call Mokuba, excuse me for a moment.” With that he left Mokuba with his mouth agape as he made his way upstairs, fishing his cell phone out as he went.

 

Shaking his head as he reached the top of the stairs Yami grunted, he knew that this would become difficult. Indeed Mokuba was a rather intelligent young man, he could tell that even through the boy's energetic personality. If he was anything like his elder brother, then Yami might have to put his shields up again.

 

Sighing he flipped open his phone before leaning against a nearby wall, barely paying attention to his surroundings. Quickly pressing in the numbers for his home phone he clicked the send button and placed the contraption to his ear, waiting as it rang loudly in his ear.

 

Absently his eyes drifted to the dark bruises which had formed on his arms, they were in the obvious shape of a hand print, on both of them. He growled at that, only imagining how his neck was, now wishing heavily that he had worn his collar and armbands to cover them.

 

“Hello, Bakura Ryou speaking,” came his younger brother's voice from the other end.

 

Chuckling Yami crossed his arms, this way typical of his friend. Bakura, ever since they were little, had always answered his phone when ever he got the chance. The young businessman was now so used to answering phone calls that it was more habit than anything. Grunting he shook his head, “Hey Bakura, I take it that you guys got home alright.”

 

“Yep,” Bakura said curtly, realizing who is was. Hearing a playful scream in the background Yami laughed, Joey was obviously being forceful with Yugi and was carrying him to bed, he knew that pitch all too well. “Any trouble with that Kaiba yet?”

 

Unconsciously Yami shook his head, glancing around him suddenly, “I haven't seen him yet honestly,” he answered, catching the light of a open room further down the long hallway. “He's still in his study. I was just attacked by his brother; he has more energy that Yugi on a sugar high.”

 

“You're kidding me,” Bakura said in disbelief.

 

“Nope,” Yami chuckled, yawning briefly. “He's high strung at the moment, I'm tempted to tell him to go to bed, but he's not my brother so I can't do that. I take it that Joey has had to resort to carrying Yugi to bed.”

 

“Yeah,” Bakura sighed. “Kalie's already in bed, I think, or at least she's in there and is reading or something. Mai's baking though, she's bored already and is making some banana bread.”

 

Rolling his eyes Yami glanced down at his watch, jumping in surprise when a hand reached out, taking hold of his wrist in a gentle grip. Stumbling to the side he stared up at the culprit, gasping for breath he placed a hand over his now frantic heart, “You scared the shit out of me,” he breathed.

 

Sighing Kaiba bowed his head in apology, “I thought that you had seen me, I have been in front of you since you said my name.”

 

Blinking in bewilderment Yami peered at him for a moment, wondering when the hell he zoned out, only for Bakura to yell on the other end.

 

“How the hell did I scare the shit out of you Yami,” he demanded.

 

“No Kura' it wasn't you. It was Seto, apparently he's been standing in front of me for the last minute. I'd better go, I'll see you in the morning right,” he said, scrubbing his hand through his unruly hair.

 

“Yep, have a good night.”

 

“Night, don't leave your door open, Yugi might try and drop Itzy on your bed like he did to me this morning,” he said, ignoring the quizzical glanced that he was receiving from Seto.

 

“You mean that damn spider; I'll haunt him for the rest of his life if that… thing… gets anywhere near me. Nasty little fiend, anyway, good night.”

 

“Night,” he murmured before closing the phone, making sure that the battery was still decently charged before he shoved it back in his pocket. Sighing he glanced up at Seto, his expression placid.

 

“Whose Itzy,” Seto asked, brow crocked, eyes shining in the faint light that drifted up the stairs from the living room.

 

Bursting out laughing Yami dropped to the carpet to avoid falling down the stairs, holding his stomach he glanced up at Seto, a wide grin upon his face. “My brother's tarantula.”

 

Alluring cerulean eyes widened in shock, “You allowed him to put that thing in your bed,” he exclaimed.

 

“No,” Yami protested, rising to his feet slowly, using the wall to help him. “He decided to find an inventive way to wake me up in a bet with my friend. What the wager was, I honestly still have no idea, but he dumped the damn thing on my bed and my dog chased it.”

 

Shaking his head Seto moved towards the stairs, “What an eventful way to wake up. May I speak with you for a moment,” he questioned, his eyes almost pleading. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”

 

“Yes to both,” Yami murmured, realizing what the CEO wanted to speak about. Heaving a sigh he followed Seto downstairs, he knew that it was going to be brought up sooner or later.

 

Silently Seto led him into the immense kitchen, seemingly surprise when Yami did not bother peering at his surroundings, most would look like children in a candy store. Politely asking Victor to make them some coffee he led Yami into the dinning room, pulling back a chair for him before taking the seat next to him. Watching as Yami's fingers ran absently over the freshly polished mahogany table.

 

“I'm sorry about last night,” he murmured, trying to urge Yami to look at him. “I should not have reacted like that, it's just…”

 

“It hurts more than you thought it would,” Yami finished for him, violet eyes lifting to lock with his, knowing and utter melancholy shining brightly in them. “I know the feeling.”

 

“You're mother,” Seto said, unknowingly reaching across and gripping the CSI's hand tenderly. Yami glanced at it for a moment, stiffening at first before relaxing, trusting the man before him. “I remember you saying something about her last night.”

 

Nodding Yami closed his eyes, slowly fighting back the memories, “Yes, it was her. She was murdered, murdered because she tried to protect me,” he murmured, eyes drifting back to the table, tears welling within them. “I can still hear her screams. They're what woke me up, and probably what saved my life.”

 

“Who did that to her,” Seto questioned, gently caressing Yami's hand.

 

A wry smile crept across Yami's lips, his eyes becoming pale and glassy, the tears slowly slid from his eyes, staining his cheeks. “My Father.”

 

A soft gasp escaped Seto's lips, eyes narrowing in shock, “How could he do that.”

 

Yami chuckled, a dry ghostly sound, “Because she had figured him out, found out what he had been doing for the past… oh… nine years of the twelve that he had been living with us.”

 

“May I ask what he had been doing,” Seto said, his voice gentle and non-persistent.

 

Blinking Yami glanced at him, gasping in shock when the CEO's gentle widespread fingers reached up and tenderly wiped his tears away. Averting his eyes to their hands he bit his lip, “I'd prefer not to talk about it, I'm unstable right now as it is. I am giving you permission to look me up on the internet though, the reports and everything like that are still on there, and always will be no matter how many times I demand that they be taken down. I'm sorry that I cannot tell you straight out Seto, but, I don't want another attack to pass, I've already had one today.”

 

“Are they because of what I did,” Seto asked, concern in his tone.

 

Shaking his head Yami used his free hand and rubbed at his eyes, “No, its not. Something had transpired earlier yesterday that put my nerves on overdrive. What you did just fuelled it, nothing more.”

 

“Your coffee Master Kaiba,” came Victor's voice as he entered the room, carrying a tray of coffee.

 

Smiling at him Seto took the tray, laying it upon the table. “Thank you Victor, may you please see that Mokuba is in bed, I have some things that I need to do.”

 

Nodding Victor smiled, “Of course,” he said before vacating, moving to go and search for the young Mokuba.

 

Heaving a sigh Yami reached out and carefully lifted the delicate china cup off of the tray, handing it to Seto before he reached for his own. Placing them gently upon the table he picked up the sugar and cream, allowing Seto to serve himself before he added the needed amount of the two substances.

 

Silently he sipped at the hot coffee, moaning at the refreshing scent that it sent through him, the reviving power of the liquid removing what little tiredness he had remaining within him. Closing his eyes he enjoyed the wonderful drink, barely noticing that Seto had left him, moving to the study yet again.

 

When he had finished his first cup Yami re-opened his eyes, noticing that Seto was no longer there he glanced around almost frantically, feeling suddenly lost and alone. Shuddering he retracted his hands to his torso, trying desperately to hold onto the warmth that had emitted from the CEO moments before. Moaning he squeezed his eyes shut, “Why am I so weak?” he muttered to himself, his voice cracking as tears came to his eyes. “Why?”

 

Growling he slammed his fist upon the table, barely feeling the lance of pain that was caused from the action, his eyes shining red with fury. He would not give in, not now, not after all this time. Evening his breathing he stared down at the empty cup in his hand, he would not become like that, hallow and without a soul. Lucien would not get control of him, Yugi and Kalie were depending on him, and he would be damned if he would abandon them.

 

Draining another cup of coffee he gathered up everything and placing it back upon the tray carried it into the kitchen, immediately receiving a shocked expression from Victor. He smiled, “Sorry, I'm used to doing this myself.”

 

Chuckling Victor took it from his hands and placed it upon the counter, beaming brightly at him, “Trust me, I can tell. You remind me of Seto a little bit, sir. Sometimes he forgets that I am here,” he said.

 

Yami smiled, “I usually forgot about the butler that was in my old house, I adored him so, but I was so used to having to pick up after myself. That's what my mother taught me. So by the time that my father insisted on having one, I was so used to doing things myself.”

 

“Where did you live,” Victor asked politely. “May I ask?”

 

“Near here, still do, it's about a five minute drive here. I could walk if I wanted to,” he expounded, leaning against the counter. “My old house is in an ocean side manor in a cul-de-sac close to my new one. I didn't go very far.”

 

Victor chuckled again, his voice warm and soft green eyes welcoming as he turned on the sink, filling it with water and soup, speaking over the sound of running water as he did so. “Wanted to be close to your parents did you.”

 

“No,” Yami answered, moving from the counter to grab a towel nearby, taking a now clean dish out of the sink as he went and drying it gently. “My mother passed away when I was sixteen. My father I couldn't really give a damn about. No one is living in that house, no one wants it. Most people now a days are not willing to pay that amount of money to fix the damage that was done.”

 

Blinking Victor watched silently as Yami dried all the dished and placed them on the counter for him to put away. “Thank you for the help Master Yami, but may I ask what sort of damage was done?”

 

Heaving a sigh Yami moved to the archway, placing his hand upon the wall he peered at the floor, “Most of the carpet in the house was white, so was the walls. Imagine what tones of blood could do to it,” he answered simply, vacating instantly, not waiting for an answer.

 

1231231231312321312332132132131231231231231232

 

He was curled up on the couch, the fire burning in the hearth, crackling loudly as the crimson and golden flames dance like provocative lovers, longing for contact. A blanket was wrapped tightly around him as his eyes remained concentrated upon the book in his hands. Violet shifting rapidly as he read at an astounding pace, flipping more then fifteen pages within a minute.

 

His expression would change, shifting through every type of emotion as he indulged himself in the world of the novel, imagining that he was among the group of English sailors travelling across the Indian and Pacific Ocean, fighting against those that accused them of piracy, and striving to reach their goal of wining the war with the Dutch.

 

Horrific battle scenes, the boisterous ring of a musket, the cries of lovers in their dance, the screams of those dying, the crippling pain that they endured, and the laughter that passed between the characters filled his thoughts. He was absorbed, lock within this novel, connecting with the characters on a spiritual level.

 

Seto found himself watching this silently from the darkness of the stairs, the faint glow of the fire and lit candles the only light for the young, beautiful man sitting within his home. Cerulean eyes drifted to the cover of the book, Wilbur Smith: Birds of Prey, a novel of his.

 

Having realized that he had sat here for less than a half hour he was amazed at the pace the Yami was reading at. He had been at the start of the book when he had come down, no more than twenty pages in, and now he had one hundred left of the near eight hundred.

 

Impressed he let a small chuckle pass his lips, “How are you supposed to protect me when you are absorbed in that book,” satisfied when Yami jumped in surprise, placing a hand over his beating heart. “I have never seen someone so lost within a novel of that length; you did not even hear me come down the stairs.”

 

Grunting Yami reached out for his book mark, and placing it in his place put the book on the coffee table before moving to Seto, blanket still wrapped around him. “It helps to pass the time,” he expounded, a warm smile gracing his glowing features.

 

Seto returned the gesture, taking Yami's hand he led him towards the rug in front of the fire, urging him to sit down once they reached it. Immediately the two of them were bathed in the intense heat of the fire, the waves of burning air warming them significantly.

 

“How did you stay quiet for so long,” Seto questioned, wrapping an arm gently around Yami's shoulders, sighing with relief when he did not pull away but snuggle closer to him.

 

“I don't know,” Yami murmured, staring absently at the dancing flames. “I guess because I knew that if I told anyone, Lucien would either take me away, or kill me and the person that I had told. I didn't want Yugi and Kalie to suffer what I did, so I stayed to protect them as well.”

 

The CEO felt his heart go out to the man beside him, comprehending his predicament, all the while knowing that he would never fully understand it, he was never forced to suffer such a life. Gently, and with immense courage, he pulled Yami into his arms, holding him as if they had been life long friends. He felt Yami stiffen with surprise at first before he melted into the embrace, violet eyes closing as he allowed Seto's warmth and his sweet musky scent to envelope him.

 

Heaving a sigh he shifted so that he could peer up at the CEO, “Thank you,” he murmured.

 

Seto smiled, “Anytime.”

 

1231231231231231231231231231231231231231

 

As the week flew by Yami realized that they were coming closer and closer to the two week mark. If they did not get anything extremely significant then the case would be handed over to Kent. But he had very little time to think about the case.

 

Every night he was over at the Kaiba mansion after saying good-bye to his friends and siblings. Every night that he was over there he felt a bond beginning to form between him and the two brothers', more so though, to Seto.

 

He had not noticed it when they had first met, but Seto was extremely attractive. His stunning blue eyes full of passion and a softness that was constantly directed at him. They would spend long fragments of the night sitting together in front of the fire, chatting leisurely, and enjoying each others company and warmth.

 

Over the week they had grown closer, spilling their hearts out to each other, laughing together, and simply enjoying the glow of the fire. It passed the time, and it gave Seto a shoulder to cry on, and Yami a way to distract himself from what was transpiring around him. Both thankful for the comfort.

 

He was astonished, at the end of the week, when he felt a sudden sense of loneliness when he was forced to take one shift off to be able to go to an appointment in the morning. When he had told Seto the CEO seemed unwillingly to allow him to leave, both of them seemingly wanting to spend another night curled up in front of the fire.

 

He thought back upon this as he stood in his office pouring over the case file, which had become significantly large with information and pictures. The initial crime scene for Rosa's death was found right in Kaiba corp. Her entire office had been ripped apart, her blood staining the walls, and evidence of the coupling that she had been engaging in with Salatis before it transpired.

 

The other suspects had been brought in, questioned, and released from custody under house arrest. All things that in his mind were large steps towards finding the killer, or killers as they were now beginning to suspect.

 

Scanning over the many pictures he leaned back in his seat, violet eyes narrowing as re-stacked them and shoved them back in the file. The sooner Jason and Elijah finished ripping the Kaiba Corporation system apart for evidence of Ivan making any threats, the better.

 

Heaving a sigh he ran shaky digits through his hair, closing his eyes as he felt sleep beginning to over take him. Moaning he glanced up at the clock, five o'clock, he needed to start heading home. Yawning he rubbed his eyes, he needed coffee badly if he was going to last till at least ten this evening to watch the movies that Joey had rented.

 

Before he could stand the phone upon his desk began to ring piercingly, glaring at it he reached out, lifting it from the receiver and placing it to his ear, “Hello, Lieutenant Yami Hanata speaking.”

 

“Hello Lieutenant,” came the sweet, giddy voice of the girl at the front reception desk, Freda, if he remembered right. “Someone is here to see you, claiming that he knows something about the case, would you like me to send him down to your office.”

 

His felt his heart beat quicken, if this was a possible witness or someone cracking up then this was the break they could use. “Yes, please send him down,” he said, a smirk crossing his somnolent features, suddenly feeling rather awake.

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

Placing the phone back upon the receiver Yami quickly gathered his things and shoving them in his duffle bag moved to phone his brother. Flicking open his cell phone he pressed in the numbers and waited for Yugi to pick up. As he waited patiently, fingers drumming upon the desk he heard the door open behind him, not bothering to turn before he was done the call.

 

“Hello,” said Yugi's voice.

 

“Hey bud,” Yami said, shifting as he leaned against the desk, back to the door. “I'll be a little late picking you up alright, just stay at the school and make sure that Kalie is not around that Sparky kid, I don't like him.”

 

Laughter emitted from the other end, “She's already been around him Yami, slapped him hard across the face.”

 

Smiling Yami chuckled, “She's becoming like me. Anyway I have to go, I'll see you in a bit…”

 

He froze in mid sentence as strong familiar arms wrapped tightly around his waist, holding him in a vice like grip. Instantly he recognized the hold, cell phone slipping from his fingers and clattering to the desk, Yugi's voice screaming at him from the other end. Cautiously he peered over his shoulder, regretting the notion instantly as the man holding him pressed him brutally against the desk, knocking the wind out of him and forcing him to hunch over at the bruise that was now forming on his gut.

 

“What are you doing here,” Yami demanded, his voice quivering in utter fear as the man began to nip roughly at his exposed neck, shuddering at the unwanted pleasure. “You are supposed to be out of the country.”

 

“Well, little Yami,” chuckled a deep, menacing voice, the owners cool breath drifting across Yami's neck. “I have been without my toy for well over four years, I wanted to have some fun.”

 

Adrenaline rushed through Yami's system, crying out he struggled furiously against Lucien's hold. It cost him dearly within seconds. A primal growl hissed through Lucien's mouth, his frustration and heated fury boiling through, the very sound forcing Yami to freeze and stiffen before the blow.

 

A small cry escaped his lips, pain and fear laced within it as Lucien's stronger and taller form hefted him up and tossed him like a doll over the desk, his back colliding with the corner of the metal filing cabinet, crippling him instantaneously.

 

His body was shaking furiously, his mind screaming in a mantra THIS IS NOT HAPPENING. Footsteps reached his ears and he stiffened, ignoring the intense pain that ripped through him as he kicked out at Lucien's feet, holding back a sound of terror he missed his target and the man was bale to kneel down.

 

A handsome face stared back at him, a near mirror image of Salatis', save he was built more in the shoulders, and his musculature bulged through the long-sleeved shirt he wore. Deep black eyes laughed at him, mocking him, and reflecting the image of him lying upon the ground, back throbbing and too frightened to move. An image that he had seen many times before.

 

Lucien reached out, gripping Yami's face in a crushing grip and forced him into a sitting position, their faces inches apart. “Scream once,” he began, holding a silver pistol beside Yami's head, pressing the cool metal to his temple. “And I will not hesitate to fire this weapon and take you away.”

 

Frightened tears came to his eyes, utter terror coursing through his veins, “You're not real, you can't be,” he muttered, trying to convince himself. “This is not happening.”

 

Throwing his head back Lucien laughed boisterously, dark eyes shining with pleasure as he shoved his son to the floor, slamming his head against the tile floors. “I am very real Yami, maybe I should show you how real before I have my way with you.”

 

“No,” Yami chocked out, his voice dry and pleading as the shaking within his body began to increase to a constant shiver. “Please no, Lucien don't.”

 

He was instantly silenced by a heavy fist colliding with his cheek, snapping his head to the side. Immediately the blows began to rain down, his sides, torso, face, and arms receiving punch after punch. Holding back his screams he writhed in pain underneath his father, tears coming to his eyes as his mind played back the images like this, of Lucien on top of him, hurting him.

 

Fear filled him to the brim, forcing him to stay still and merely cover his face in hopes of surviving this. His mind screaming at him to move, to fight, to use the training that he had, but his body was too afraid. So he lay there, twisting in agony as the blows continued to rain down upon him, forming dark bruises that would soon mar his tanned flesh.

 

Satisfied Lucien sat back, staring at his handy work, smirking before he leaned down, tongue grazing the earlobe that he found. “I am real Yami, and I am here to stay. You belong to me still, and you will do as told and come with me.”

 

“No,” Yami gasped out, violet eyes glazed with fear stared up boldly at him. “I'm not going anywhere with you, get off.” Ignoring the pain he thrashed out, his own fists colliding first with Lucien's torso, then his face snapping it roughly to the side.

 

He instantly regretted it, black eyes returned to his seething with fury, his movements precise and slow like a panther about to pounce in the darkness upon an unknown prey. Swallowing hard Yami held back a scream as his face was grabbed, lifting his head from the ground before it was shoved against the tiles again, the sound echoing through the room as the tears in his eyes began to cascade down.

 

His vision was spinning, threatening to drag him into unconsciousness as the gun was pressed to his head, a single widespread hand tearing his lower garments off, exposing him to the cool air of the office. He tried to struggle, arms crossing and pushing against Lucien's torso as the man slithered up him. A whimper of fear passing from him as he felt Lucien's arousal touch him, the fear urging him to wriggle away, but those same hands gripped his hips, holding them still before their owner thrust forward, joining them.

 

His back arched and the tears already upon his cheeks became a constant flow, the pain ripping through his was enough to tear him apart. Gasping and kicking out at the floor he bit his lip in anguish, feeling Lucien begin to move against him, pressing him roughly into the tile as his grip upon his hips tightened.

 

Biting his lip he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to urge him mind to wake up and show him that this was all a bad dream. But when he re-opened them Lucien was still on top of him, still pounding viciously into him, forcing him to hold back his screams and to try to use his arms to shove the man away.

 

Then he realized something, his body going numb against the pain as he narrowed his eyes, both of Lucien's hands were upon him, where was the gun. Gasping, the anguish tearing through him enveloping him again as he glanced around, holding back a cry of joy as he spotted the gun a few centimetres away from his head. This was his ticket out, reaching out he gripped the cool metal and tossed it boldly towards the far end of the room and underneath one of the low hanging drawers on his desk.

 

Taking his chance he inhaled sharply and screamed out in desperation, his voice cracking as he did so against the force. “SOMEONE HELP!”

 

Lucien stopped in his movements, pulling back and fixing his clothing reached towards where the gun had originally been. Realizing that it was gone his face became a mask of panic, his eyes widening as he glared down at his broken son, legs urging him to move and scramble towards the door.

 

“Bastard, I'll finish with you later,” he snapped before flinging the door open and careening out into the hallway, people scrambling out of his way.

 

Now that he had taken a moment to watch Lucien run the adrenaline had fully left his body, leaving nothing but the pain and fear that filled him to the brim. Crying out he curled into himself, the pain overwhelming him.

 

“Yami,” cried Taita, bounding into the room. Having heard his friend scream he had vacated the morgue as quick as possible; Jason, Elijah, and Abby in tow. Cerulean orbs widened as he watched his friend curl into himself upon the floor, lower half exposed and bruised for the entire world to see, and blood smeared across the white tiles.

 

Thinking fast he moved to him, hands gripping him tightly, instantly feeling the shuddering within Yami's form. He bit his lip, Yami was going into shock. Divesting his jacket and shirt he wrapped them around Yami's middle and pulled him to his chest, wincing as he heard the moan that caused the action. Heaving a breath he caressed Yami's head, soothing him and lifting him from the cool tile floor to rest in his lap, cradling him like a mother to her infant.

 

“Lucien,” Yami gasped out, hands gripping Taita's arms for support. “He… he was here… he's back.”

 

Snarling Taita unconsciously tightened his hold on his friend, how dare that bastard touch Yami again, “Jason, call Joey. Abby go grab some extra lab coats, we need to keep him warm, he is starting to go into shock.”

 

Nodding obediently Abby dashed out of the room, shoving spectators within the hall aside, while Jason moved to the phone, frantically dialling the number. Having nothing to do Elijah removed his jacket and wrapped it around Yami's shoulders, moving to press hold Yami from the back to help secure him and keep him warm.

 

The next ten minutes passed like hours, Taita and Elijah continued to hold Yami, covering him with the lab coats and keeping him as warm and still as they possibly could. Jason and Abby worked to get the spectators away, assuring those that actually knew the young CSI that they would released his condition in the morning.

 

When Bakura, Mai, and Joey reached the office the politely asked the CSI's to step aside and allow them to take it from there. Immediately Joey lifted Yami into his arms, lab coats and all, and carried him to the vehicle while Bakura and Mai started it up. Laying Yami across the seats Joey sat upon the floor stroking his face, now damp with sweat, all the while keeping him still upon the seat.

 

From there to Yami, it was nothing but a blur. He was barely conscious as they waited in the hospital and during the hour that the doctors were checking him and x-raying his entire body to check for breaks.

 

His alertness began to slowly return as Joey carried him back out to the vehicle, his pain killers and medical cream in a bag, while the cool night air drifted over his flesh, chilling him to the bone. He moaned at this, the chilling weather removing what little heat was still within him, forcing him to wrap his arms tighter around Joey's neck to seek out his warmth.

 

Joey seemed to sense this, his one hand staying around Yami's hips, while the other moved to rub his back, creating heated friction there. “Mai, could you please grab the blanket from the truck.”

 

Quickly taking the bag of medical supplies from Joey's hand Mai moved to the truck, silently opening the door while Bakura moved to fire up the engine. Retrieving the blanket from the backseat Mai gently covered Yami's form before moving to the front passenger seat, buckling herself in.

 

Gingerly Joey clambered into the backseat, keeping Yami in his arms as he went, knowing that any loss of physical contact now might send Yami into an attack. Something that he did not need at the moment

 

Shifting he stretched Yami's legs out across the rest of the seat before buckling in, holding Yami tightly as they drove back to the house. Heaving a sigh he gently caressed Yami's face, watching as violet eyes fixed upon the ceiling above him, unwavering yet unfocused.

 

“Say something bud,” Joey murmured. “You've been silent since we picked you up. Say something… please.”

 

Yami's eyes blinked in response, showing that he was not completely out of it, but not a word passed his lips.

 

“Please Yami,” Joey pleaded, cupping Yami's face in his hands. “You're scaring me, say something.”

 

“Why Joey? Why now?” muttered Yami, voice horse and weak.

 

Crocking a brow Joey scowled slightly in bewilderment, “Why what?”

 

“Why did he have to come back,” Yami continued, his voice cracking from the tears that were beginning to well in his eyes, said violet orbs turning to gaze up at his friend. “I was so close, so close to being normal for once in my life, and he has to come back. Why?”

 

Without hesitation Joey pulled Yami back into his lap, cradling Yami's head against his shoulder, allowing his friend to cry his heart out, “I don't know,” he whispered. In truth he did not, why Lucien would suddenly come back now was beyond him, and doing that right away simply bewildered him.

 

Heaving a sigh he continued to sooth his friend till Yami's breath evened out in slumber moments before they reached the house. Joey grunted, this was going to be a long next few days, he could tell.

 

A/N: sorry if the end seems rushed, but I needed to update this, I feel bad for not updating it last week when I was a few paragraphs off >< damn science teacher and her stupid homework obsession (must strangle her /grows/ must kill her) Review please ^^