Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson Trust ❯ Chapter Ten ( Chapter 10 )

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, character death

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: 10/32

 

A/N: SUMMER IS COMING!!! NO JOB!!! NO SCHOOL!!! ABSOLUTE BLOODY FREEDOM TO WRITE HERE I COME!!! LOL!! Anyway…back to sanity. Really sorry that I have taken this long to update…I have had recent injuries to my knee that have put me on some pretty messed up pain killers…and had some family problems to deal with…along with exams and having to quit my job. So, because of my lateness…I have made this a rather long chapter…and possibly one where you will either want to kill me…or hug me…depends, lol.

 

TEN

Your mother came up to me
She wanted answers only she should know
It wasn't easy to deal
With the tears that rolled down her face
I had no answers cause I didn't even know you

“That's it love, open your eyes,” soothed an angelic voice beside him, soft dainty but strong hands caresses his face and smoothened his hair, soft kisses were pressed to his brow and cheeks, encouraging him to awaken. Moaning he forced his eyes open a minuet amount, only to gasp in pain and close them as blinding light invaded his vision, white and overpowering.

 

A hand gripped one of his, squeezing it encouragingly as that same voice called out, “Maria, turn off the light please, just leave the lamp on.” Immediately the back of his eyelids went from scorching crimson, to a soft grey, assuring him that the lights were off.

 

Those same tender lips kissed his brow again, “Come on sweetie, open your eyes.”

 

With a final effort he forced his eyes open, squinting in agitation and pain at the minimal light that the lamp was casting over him. His vision was unfocused, all he could make out were dark shapes, two of women, one hovering over him, the other moving away, the sound of a door opening and closing confirming that she was leaving.

 

Blinking constantly he forced his vision to focus, violet eyes peering up at the woman above him as he was finally able to make her out, all of his senses slowly leaking through and allowing him to feel everything.

 

The woman above him bit her lip in concern as he cried out softly in pain, all of his injuries becoming apparent to him, she continued to kiss and caresses him, comforting him in the only way that she knew. Her sweet violet eyes staring at him intently, and apologetically, “I'm sorry that this happened to you love, just stay still honey, and the pain will lessen.”

 

“Mom,” he moaned out in distress, unsure of how to handle the overwhelming pain that was cascading over him. The bullet wound to his hip and shoulder throbbed intensely, while the bruises, broken leg and wrist, concussion, and the discomfort in his lower regions simply worsened it.

 

Holding back tears, the woman kissed his cheek gently, “Just lay still love, Maria has to go get some more morphine, your dose just wore off, have patience.” She squeezed his hand again, brushing a blonde bang from her face as she peered down at him. “I'm so sorry baby, I didn't know that he was hurting you this badly, I'm sorry.”

 

“Isolde,” came a masculine voice from the door. The woman turned, never leaving her son's side, as her eyes fell upon a tall, blonde haired doctor, his face worried and familiar.

 

“Jeremy,” she murmured.

 

“Is he awak?,” the man asked, concerned hazel eyes glancing at the boy writhing in pain upon the bed. Immediately he moved forward, removing a fresh cloth from one of the nearby racks as he went. Sitting upon the opposite side of the bed, the doctor reached out and gently rubbed the boy's unwounded side gently, trying to avoid any possible bruises that could remain there as he did so. “I'll call Joey; he'll kill me if I come home and tell him that I he woke up and I didn't say anything.”

 

“But it's past visiting hours,” Isolde murmured, continuing to caress her son's face, trying to soothe him while they waited for Maria to come back with the morphine.

 

“I know…but like you, he gets special privileges, mostly since I'm his father,” he said with a wry smile, quickly running to dampen the cloth that he held with cold water before rushing back. “Yami hold still, you're wriggling is not helping you right now.”

 

Yami curled up into as best of a ball as he could manage, an anguish filled cry escaping him as he moved to brush away Jeremy's hand when he placed the cloth upon his brow. “But it hurts,” he protested. “Gods it hurts.”

 

“Just hold still baby, Maria will be back momentarily,” assured Isolde, laying down alongside her son upon the bed and holding him to her, allowing him to rests his head upon her chest. “Stay still love, I'm here.”

 

“Let me check his eyes,” Jeremy said, gently encouraging Yami to roll onto his back. “I need to see if his concussion has lessened any.”

 

“Mr.Wheeler… don't… light hurts,” Yami pleaded.

 

Sighing Jeremy smiled down at Yami, cupping his cheek with a single massive hand, “I have to Yami, I'm sorry, now keep your eyes open, I promise I wont do anything more to you after this.”

 

He stared up at the flashlight being held by Jeremy, shaking from the pain that he was expecting. Hearing a click he prepared himself for the blinding ray of light that hit his pounding eyes.

 

“Ow, what the?” he moaned out as a flashlight was shone into his eyes, blinding him and increasing the intensity of his apparent headache. He felt hands moving over his torso, removing his clothing and sharp digits pressing over the bruises there. He gasped, thrashed out slightly in panic before a soothing voice whispered to him, and a familiar smooth hand gripped one of his.

 

“Easy buddy,” Taita said, sharp cerulean eyes watching the two paramedics working upon his now conscious friend. “They're just checking you over.”

 

Immediately when the flashlight left his vision he peered around him, taking in the cops rushing around, tired neighbours being kept back behind the security tape, and the two duel flashing ambulance lights nearby. Blinking he glanced at Taita in bewilderment, “What happened?”

 

Biting his lip Taita shook his head, “I was afraid of this. Lucien and Santos attacked you, Seto made the call after they left, you were unconscious by then. I have some really bad news Yami…”

 

Shifting his gaze Yami caught sight of a stretcher being removed from the house, a small black body bag being carried upon it, Seto following closely behind with two officers supporting him. Narrowing his eyes he sat up, ignoring the protests of the paramedics and tried to rise to his feet, only for his head to spin and Taita to catch and hold him upright.

 

“The body…please say no…” he pleaded, violet eyes peering at Taita, begging to be told otherwise.

 

Taita shook his head, tears coming to his eyes, “He jumped in front of a shot aimed at Seto…it was instant, he didn't suffer. It happened just before we got in.”

 

“No…” Yami choked out, tears welling in his eyes, forcing Taita to lay him back down upon the stretcher. “Please say that you're joking.”

 

“I'm not,” Taita murmured gently, gripping Yami's hand tightly. “Seto wants to see you as soon as he is done being checked, he wants to know that you're alright.”

 

Shaking his head loosely Yami peered at Taita, his tears beginning to leak from the corner of his eyes, “I can't face him, not yet,” he chocked out, hissing in pain as the paramedics pressed a particularly sensitive spot upon his torso. “His brother died because of me…as did his mother. I can't, please Taita just get me away from here.”

 

Heaving a sigh Taita nodded, turning towards the paramedics he locked gazes with them, the two men nodded knowingly and immediately began to cover Yami with a blanket and raise the stretcher. Giving Yami's hand a firm squeeze he smiled at the young man encouragingly, “I'll swing by when we're done here. Take care of yourself till then, alright?”

 

Nodding for an answer Yami gave him a forced smile before the stretcher was lifted into the ambulance. The paramedics rushed around for a moment, quickly assuring Taita that Yami was in good hands before they moved to the front of the vehicle, entering it they slammed the doors shut before flaring the sirens and speeding off down the street in the direction of the hospital.

 

Scratching his neck Taita turned to peer at the house before him, taking in the damage he grunted, “Better start now, already have a long night ahead.”

 

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To say that he was not tempted to run into the nearest restroom and lose what little remained of his supper, would be a lie. He sat in the waiting room, pale as a ghost, shaking uncontrollably, and hunched over with his crossed arms pressed tightly against his gut. Maria sat along side him, tender hands rubbing his back in slow comforting circles, seemingly unconcerned about the affects that the painkillers were having upon her charge. She watched him carefully, seeing if his gut would handle the stress of the medications, along with making sure that a garbage can was close at hand.

 

His torso was throbbing, along with his head, only adding to the queasiness he felt. Groaning he closed his eyes, clenching his teeth tightly he asked, “What time is it?”

 

Glancing down at her watch Maria sighed, “Almost seven thirty, Taita should be here pretty soon.”

 

“Hopefully,” he moaned out. “Because I really don't want to stay here.”

 

Smiling softly she squeezed his shoulder gently, “Have patience. And remember, drink lots of water but try not to eat solid foods for the next few days, let your body adjust to the medication.” Receiving a nod for an answer she rose to her feet. “I have to return to my duties though honey, my break is over. Come back in a week or so to get checked, alright?”

 

“Uh huh,” Yami murmured, glancing up at her with pale amethyst eyes. “Thank you for staying.”

 

“You're welcome honey,” she said before turning away, with a wave she moved off into the throng of people within the hospital, weaving her way back to her section.

 

He watched her go for a moment until she was beyond his vision range. Instantly he pulled his knees up to his throbbing torso, desperately seeking some comfort from his pain. Ignoring the eyes of people around him he tried to curl up into as much of a ball as he could, avoiding making any noises as his body protested in agony.

 

Feeling a cool draft from the doors nearby he shivered from the cold. Bare from the waist up -save for the bandages and a diminutive blanket - he was exposed and an easy target for the cold. Moaning he wrapped the blanket tighter around him, only to gasp in shock when a pair of warm hands removed the blanket and wrapping a thick coat around his shoulders pulled him against a firm broad chest.

 

Blinking he glanced up, forcing himself to uncurl from his ball and peer at the person holding him. His eyes widened, first in shock then uncertainty, “I thought Taita was picking me up.”

 

Shaking his head, Seto smiled gently, “He is still processing the house, so he allowed me to come and get you.”

 

Unable to say anything Yami merely nodded and allowed Seto to help him rise to his feet. His head begin to spin, forcing his body to sway, and the man helping him to hold him tightly in support. Concerned cerulean eyes peered down at him, silently asking him if he was ready to move yet. Again he nodded for an answer and allowed Seto to support him out of the building and into the cool morning air of Miami.

 

Shivering he unconsciously moved closer to the CEO, relishing in the warmth and security that he felt. All the while not noticing the soft smile upon the brunette's face.

 

Clambering into the front seat of a sleek cobalt sports car, he snuggled into the seats, and through his headache, tried to contemplate how he was going to survive this ride without breaking down before the CEO in guilt. Pulling on his seatbelt he averted his attention out the window as Seto entered the vehicle. He could feel those enchanting eyes staring intently at him, but he felt too guilty and too horrible at the moment to face him.

 

Seto sighed, he had already heard that Yami was blaming himself for what happened, but he did not think that it was so much so that the young man could bring himself to completely blank him out. Blinking he averted his attention forward, turning on the heat in the vehicle before driving off onto the streets of Miami. It would seem that he would have to break the CSI out of his shell of guilt.

 

Gaining an idea he gently turned up the music, watching Yami's expression as to tell when it was too loud, and kept his attention on the road. If Yami was not going to willingly talk to him, then he would make sure that he had no other choice.

 

It took Yami relevantly fifteen minuets to realize that they were not heading to his home. It hit him when they passed right by the turn off and kept on going towards the overpass that he and Seto had walked across not long ago with ice cream. Blinking he glanced at Seto in uncertainty, What is he doing..?

 

Then, as he watched the vehicle turn into the beach parking lot, he realized what was transpiring. Biting his lip he sat back in his seat, ignoring the twisting and protesting of his stomach, along with his injured regions. He wants to talk…just what I need right now…

 

Clambering out Seto moved towards the opposite door, opening it he reached in extending his hand to Yami, offering to help him. Yami glanced at his hand briefly, debating whether to push it away or accept it. His want to be around the security and comfort of the brunette winning and he took Seto's hand, relishing in the heat of his digits, and the arms that soon wrapped around him to help him out.

 

He barely paid attention as Seto led him out onto the beach, lifting him gently into his arms and carrying him towards the farthest spot from the other people whom were already enjoying the ocean waves. Groaning from grogginess and pain he snuggled closer to the CEO, hoping that the action would also help hide his eyes so that he would not be forced to face him.

 

Finally Seto found a place that was to his liking. It was a small secluded spot off towards the farther end of the beach, a single palm tree casting a minuet shadow across the near white sand. Sitting down Seto rested his back against the trunk of the tree, circling his arms loosely around Yami, making sure that both he was not being too forceful, but enough so that Yami could not try and move away from him. Though, because of what had nearly transpired earlier in the night, he doubted that Yami wished to leave anyway.

 

Sighing Seto rested his cheek upon Yami's head, lightly taking in the soft scent of cologne that still lingered along with the saltiness of the ocean before them. Blinking he peered out at the rolling waves, watching the white foam cascade upon the sand, coating it and transforming the shade from pale golden shade, to a soft beige. Gazing down at Yami he found that the young man seemed to be captivated by the same thing, violet eyes lazily viewing the waves in their mezmeric dances.

 

“The tides of the ocean, their flow controlled by the moon above, its gravity creating them, encouraging them to roll upon the beaches and rock faces that surround them, dying off when their goal is reached. Such is life, we are created, and we die, it is something that we cannot control, only fate and what ever religion figure you follow can decide when and how.

 

“We are born, we live the lives that are set out for us, we fulfill what we were destined to do, and then we die. We leave this world to live in the next, and be with those that we have lost or to protect those that we have left behind. One will never live beyond when they are supposed to unless it is decided that they must live on, that there is still other things that they must do.

 

“So, like the tides that are rolling before us, they have no control of when they perish, of where they go, and of what happens around them. They merely do as they have been set out to do,” he said softly, cerulean eyes watching the face of the man in his lap, taking in the narrowing and widening of his soft eyes. Then, they turned up to him, bewilderment and slight fury blazing within them.

 

Immediately the young man shook his head, covering his face with a single hand, “How could you possibly want me around… your mother and brother were killed because of me…they were removed from you because of me. How could you stand the sight of me…never mind be trying to comfort me when it is you that need it more.”

 

Sighing Seto reached up, gently taking Yami's hand within his and pulling it away from that face that he had grown to adore. Smiling softly down at Yami he caressed his cheek gently with his other hand, ignoring the stiffening of flesh and relishing in the shudder that soon transpired beneath his touch.

 

“Because Yami, I know that you had no control over what happened, that you did not want it to, and that you did not mean to bring your past into my life. With that in mind, I can easily forgive you, because you tried to protect us. Even through your fear of him Yami, you risked your safety for Mokuba. And I can guarantee that he will know that…wherever he is now…he knows it, and he thanks you for it, just as I do. I am grateful for what you have done…but more so, I am grateful that because of this, you were brought into my life,” Seto murmured gently, peering back into deep violet pools.

 

Blinking Yami turned his gaze away, feeling tears come to his eyes again he pulled his hand from Seto's and covered them, hissing as cold wetness began to coat his skin. “How..? I don't understand why… my arriving in your life has destroyed those that you care for…how could…?”

 

A firm but gentle digit pressed over his lips, silencing him and forcing him to move his hands and peer up at the owner of the finger. Blinking he held back a gasp at the raging emotions that he could see blazing within Seto's eyes, they were ones that he had seen before, similar yes but yet still different. He remembered his mother giving him the same emotions, along with his siblings and family. Then he recognized it, chocking back a sob he bit his lip.

 

“Because Yami…I care about you…I care about you more than I have for anyone else that I have met,” Seto expounded, staring intently at him before smiling softly. “That is why I can hold you Yami, that is why I am comforting you, that is why I am still here, because I want to be with you.”

 

“I don't understand…how could you care about someone that is so tainted when you could easily have someone that is mentally sane, that will not break down and cry when too much physical contact is made. How could you want me…a broken vessel that only lives because he must,” he moaned out, tears cascading unnoticed down his cheeks. “You deserve better.”

 

“But this is what I want,” Seto murmured, reaching up and gently brushing Yami's tears aside with the palm of his hand. “This is the best that I can get. I don't care how tainted you are, how broken that bastard has made you. I don't care, because I know that those qualities can be melted away, that you can be healed. You, Yami, are all that I want right now, and I will wait forever to have you if I must.”

 

Yami melted under the CEO's tender touch, leaning into his hand and moaning at the sensations that it was bringing. Closing his eyes he snuggled into the contact, whispering out, “I don't deserve you.”

 

“Yes, you do Yami… you deserve more than me, you are the most amazing person that I have ever met. Your bravery, passion, intelligence, integrity, and compassion have drawn me to you. You are the one that should have better, not I.”

 

“But Seto…”

 

Smiling Seto ran the tip of his thumb over Yami's bottom lip, pleased when the young man stopped protesting and leaned into his touch. “Trust me Yami,” he whispered gently, kisses Yami's ears tenderly, ghosting his hand down the man's back, his smile broadening at the trembling that he could feel. “I want to be with you, and I want to protect you, I want to heal you.”

 

Shuddering Yami felt his body reacting to the pleasure that Seto was bringing him, he moaned out in uncertainty, unsure of how to react to such bliss. The indecision was instantly removed as Seto tucked a single finger under his chin, lifting it and forcing his gaze to lock with his. The man smiled at him, melting away the fear within him, before he leaned in deep eyes closing as he pressed soft warm lips to his own, sending a surge of pleasure and security through him.

 

Gasping slightly in surprise he gripped Seto's shoulders tightly, his body shuddering from the sensation that was being placed upon him. Never has such an action brought him such euphoria before, it had always made him feel disgusted and used. Yet, here Seto was, bringing him such pleasure, and spawning such strong loving emotions from him that he could not imagine pulling away, he did not wish to.

 

His first kiss…his first true kiss.

 

Unconsciously he wrapped his arms around Seto's neck, moving as close as he could towards the man's warmth, ignoring the intense pain that it brought him. The pleasure was far better and worth the agony. He shivered in pleasure as Seto fully wrapped his arms round him, holding him close and worshipping him as if he was a god, a sensation that he never thought he would feel.

 

His mind was so foggy that when Seto finally pulled away from him- knowing that his torso could not take his lack of breathing - he barely felt it. His body was still clinging to the taste, to the sensation, to the heat of such a loving action. Blinking he focused his gaze upon the CEO, forcing his mind to come down from its high, and slowly making his body come back to reality.

 

Seto smiled at him gently, and he smiled back. Blushing darkly he turned his head away in shyness, a single hand covering the heat upon his cheeks. He heard the CEO chuckle slightly, blinking he averted his attention to him, “What's so funny?”

 

“You,” Seto murmured gently, a single widespread hand moving to cups his cheek. “You are so adorable when you do that… so cute.”

 

“You flatter me too much,” Yami murmured, feeling the blush upon his cheeks darken.

 

Smirking Seto leaned forwards, pecking his lips lightly, “It's all true…and all well deserved.”

 

Resting his head against Seto's broad shoulder Yami sighed contently, feeling one step closer to completion for the first time in his life. Snuggling against the CEO he closed his eyes, “Thank you.”

 

“You're welcome.”

 

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Within an hour of arriving at his home, Gabe along with several police officers came by to retrieve a statement from him, and to inform him that for the next two weeks there would be police officers guarding his home. He had not been pleased with the idea, but understood the reasons and allowed it, thankful when the officers left to take guard outside the house and he was left alone with just Gabe's comforting presence.

 

Gabe had stayed there with him for a few hours, helping him around the house and simply giving him some pleasant company, keeping him occupied and distracted. He was surprised that when three o'clock rolled around that he had not had an attack or any nervous breakdown of any kind.

 

Getting off of the phone with Bakura he slouched back on the couch, eyes closing in exhaustion. Rubbing his throbbing temple Yami listened absently as Gabe shifted through the case file, the rustling of paper slowly increasing the agony within his head. His torso had at least calmed down, well, except when he took a particularly large breath. He was glad that he got out of that with only a few stressed ribs, no broken or fractured ones. It was the last thing that he needed right now.

 

Opening his eyes he glanced at Gabe, noticing the photo that the man was staring at he clenched his fists. “I think we can all tell who did all of this now…we don't need the actual confirmation to know it.”

 

Gabe nodded, scowling slightly, “Lucien…unfortunately though we still need to full prove that, and then get him into custody.”

 

“Heh,” Yami grunted, covering his eyes again with his hand. “That is going to be near impossible. The man is amazing at evading the authorities; you should know that by now.”

 

“I do,” Gabe sighed, averting his attention from the photos to Yami. “The first and only time that we have caught him was when he attacked you and your mother in the hospital. If Mr. Wheeler had not been there, we would not have caught him.”

 

Sitting up Yami ran a single hand through his hair, holding back a cringe at the oiliness of it. “In other words Gabe, we need another incident like that to catch him, or we never will.”

 

“Pretty much,” the supervisor said, shaking his head in disappointment. “And unfortunately for that, while he is still out in the open, you are in danger wherever you go.”

 

Rising shakily to his feet Yami held back a gasp of anguish as his chest seized up and sent a shock of pain through him. Hunching over briefly he leaned against the armrest of the couch, “Not only me…but everyone that I care about.”

Nodding reluctantly in agreement Gabe scratched his neck, “We'll have to keep an eye on you while we are out in the field and at the office. Otherwise these officers are only here for two weeks, if there is no activity they leave. But unlike you and Taita with Seto, no one will be following you because of the training that you already have. It was the best that I could get; my supervisor thought that because of your training that you didn't need any protection at all.”

 

Crossing his arms Yami shook his head, a scowl forming on his face, “That's what they don't understand. No matter how much training, no matter how good of a fighter or marksman I am, I'm too afraid of him to really react,” he said, frustration evident in his voice. “That much was apparent last night.”

 

“Try not to think about it,” Gabe encouraged.

 

Heaving a sigh Yami moved into the kitchen, body swaying as he tried to keep his vision focused long enough to grab a glass of water. Gaining his goal he leaned back against he counter, eyes closed in bliss as he gulped down the cool beverage. Satisfied he placed the glass down upon the counter, absently tracing the rim with a lone digit. “I need to go pick up Yugi and Kalie soon, school is done in about ten minuets.”

 

“Do you really think you should be driving?” Gabe questioned striding into the kitchen, the concern within his voice evident. “You can barely walk in a straight line…I don't think that you should be getting behind the wheel.”

 

Blinking Yami massaged his temple, “Neither do I, but they would have to wait another hour and a half for Bakura, Mai, or Joey to come pick them up. They know they are not allowed on the bus anymore…they are too afraid too anyway.”

 

Shifting Gabe leaned against the counter, “I could drive you there, if you want.”

 

“I don't want to inconvenience you,” Yami murmured, glancing up at his friend, smiling softly in gratefulness. “You have already done a great deal by staying with me.”

 

Chuckling Gabe shook his head, “If it was an inconvenience, then I would not have offered.”

 

Yami shook his head, his smile still upon his face, “I know, it's just...”

 

“It's just that I am going to help you pick up you're siblings,” Gabe insisted, ushering Yami gently towards the door, chuckling when the young CSI nearly stumbled and fell down the landing to the door. “Besides, clearly you can barely walk never mind drive.”

 

“Don't rub it in,” Yami growled playfully, slipping a pair of sandals on before grabbing his keys.

 

Opening the door Gabe beamed at him, “I'm allowed to Yami,” he said winking cheekily. “Its part of my job.”

 

Shaking his head Yami followed him out into the yard, locking the door behind him before clambering into the car. “You can be such a jerk sometimes.”

 

“Only a jerk?” Gabe teased, turning on the vehicle and backing out of the driveway.

 

“Fine, you can be an asshole,” Yami chuckled lightly, pulling on his seatbelt. “Though…you could be a …”

 

“Hey,” Gabe protested. “I'm cruel, but not unusual.”

 

“Do you really want me to answer that.”

 

“No.”

 

“I thought not,” Yami said smugly, reclining his seat back slightly to allow him some comfort from the pains in his torso.

 

Once arriving at the school Yami immediately clambered out of the car and made his way slowly towards his siblings, Gabe watching him closely as to be ready to come to his aid if he fell. He spotted Kalie first, striding towards her he waved at her friends, gaining their attention and causing her to turn and face him. Brilliant azure eyes snapped in his direction, first in joy, then once catching the sway in his motions and the bandage wrapped around his brow, they turned to concerned.

 

Moving away from her friends, Kalie immediately wrapped her arms around him tightly, lessening her hold when he hissed in pain. Stepping back she peered up at him, her gaze reminding him so much of the woman that she nearly mirrored in appearance.

 

“What happened?” She questioned, gently running her fingertips over the bandage upon his brow.

 

Yami smiled at her weakly, pressing a gentle kiss to her brow, “I'll tell you when we get home. Gabe's driving so why don't you meet me there, I have to find Yugi.”

 

“Yami!” called a slightly high pitched masculine voice from nearby.

 

Turning Yami and Kalie caught sight of Yugi running recklessly towards them. Not seeing anyone chasing him, or anything out of the ordinary with the teen, Yami crocked a brow, “What's wrong with him?”

 

“No idea,” Kalie blinked, stepping out of brother's way hurriedly before the young twelve-year-old ran her over, wincing as Yami gave a slight cry of discomfort as Yugi latched onto him tightly.

 

“I saw it on the news,” Yugi exclaimed, embracing his brother tightly, barely hearing Yami's pained protests. “Our social teacher got us to watch it in class…please tell me you're alright…why didn't you call us!”

 

Gasping for breath Yami pried his panicking brother from him, once he was able to breath through the pain that had just returned ten fold, he answered. “I'm fine…I think…wait, did you say your social class was watching the news.”

 

Blinking Yugi nodded, “Uh huh, why?”

 

“How many people here know?” Yami asked, eyes glancing around noticing the young eyes peering at him in sympathy.

 

“Out of what I know, just my social class, but gossip and stuff like that spread around really fast here,” Yugi stated, gripping Yami's hands tightly. “Just don't worry about it, lets go home.”

 

Scowling Kalie hooked her arm around her elder brother's waist, gaining his attention and staring at him inquiringly. “What happened to you last night.”

“I'll tell you in the car,” Yami murmured, trying to ignore the numerous prying eyes that he felt staring at them. “We need to go home, right now, get to the car.”

“Leaving so soon Yami, you just got here,” whispered a voice from behind them, one that all three siblings instantly recognized.

 

Screaming Kalie moved behind Yami, dragging Yugi with her, holding her younger brother tightly as Yami put himself between them and the owner of the voice. Her screams had gained the attention of all the students around that still remained, most instantly could decipher who the man was and with terrified yells, dashed towards their homes, the school, or the nearest vehicle.

 

Panting Yami stared at the man before him, violet clashing with opaque irises, sending a noticeable chill through his form. Lucien smirked at him, a devilish glint radiating within his malevolent eyes. Reaching behind him Yami gripped a single hand of each of his siblings, giving them a comforting squeeze as he growled out, “What are you doing here?”

 

Chuckling Lucien took a step forward, eyes glancing towards Yugi and Kalie who stared back at him both with defiance and fear. “I was planning on having a visit with my two children, besides I knew that you would come here.”

 

“Haven't you caused enough damage for one day,” Yami snapped, snarling heatedly at the man before him, holding back the shiver within him as Lucien continued to make small steps towards him.

 

Grinning Lucien took the final step towards Yami, leaving but an inch between them, “I hardly call that damage Yami, it was more like removing what was getting in the way of my goal.”

 

“Mokuba was perfectly innocent,” Yugi suddenly bellowed from behind Yami, gaining Lucien's immediate attention. Clinging to Yami's shirt Yugi glared at his father, his normally innocent eyes blazing with anger. “He did nothing wrong, you had no right in killing him.”

 

“Yugi shush!” Yami insisted forcefully, glancing back pleadingly at his brother.

 

“You killed Mokuba,” Kalie gasped out in shock, burning hatred radiating from her form. “You heartless bastard, how could you do that, he's jus a kid!”

 

Narrowing his eyes Lucien moved sideways slightly, arm reaching out towards the two teenagers, “Watch how you talk to me, I am your Father, remember that you snivelling little brats. Do not speak of things that you don't understand.”

 

“Don't touch them!” Yami growled out, instincts over ridding reason as he gripped Lucien's writs tightly with one hand, while the other balled into a fist and collided with the mans face, forcing him to stumble back. Realizing what he has done he turned towards his siblings. “Get back to the car, tell Gabe, hurry!”

 

Nodding furiously Kalie swung her backpack onto her shoulder and gripping Yugi's arm, took off at a breakneck speed towards the car, her brother barely keeping pace with her.

 

Turning back Yami held himself in the ready position, desperately hoping that he could defend himself until Gabe got there, as Lucien straightened himself out, rubbing his wounded cheek enthusiastically. Anger flashed in the mans eyes as his flesh ran over a thin trail of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, growling he turned towards him, his rage apparent. Gulping Yami held his stance, forcing himself to gain back some of his courage, “Never bring them into this…they don't deserve it.”

 

Surging forward Lucien swung his fist towards Yami's face, surprise washing over him as Yami blocked it with a pained groan, his shock increasing when Yami hit him again, but this time he was more prepared. Ignoring the sting that now radiated in his shoulder, Lucien reached out and wrapped an arm tightly around Yami's neck, holding him close.

 

Yami stiffened in shock, crying out in desperation he struggled against Lucien's hold, nearly screaming in pain as the man circled his other arm around his chest, crushing him against him. Moaning deeply he closed his eyes, waiting for the next thing that his father would do, only to shiver as that deep spine chilling voice whispered in his ear.

 

“If I ever see you with that Seto again, in the way that you were last night, someone else will die. Do you understand me,” he snapped.

 

Inhaling sharply Yami snapped his eyes open, “What?” he stammered in bewilderment, unable to grasp the concept within his mind.

 

“Never let him touch you like that again,” Lucien growled, possessively tightening his grip around the young CSI. “You are mine, no one else, got that.”

 

Suddenly there was a metallic click from behind Lucien and the man froze in recognition as the barrel of a gun was pressed to the back of his head. “Let him go Lucien,” Gabe snapped. “Or I will pull this trigger and get rid of you permanently.”

 

“Frank Gabriel,” Lucien hissed, glancing over his shoulder, dark eyes devoid of any emotion.

 

“The one and only,” Gabe growled, shifting his hold on the gun. “Now let him go or your brain matter will be scattered on the ground.”

 

Grunting Lucien pressed his lips against Yami's ear, “You just saved yourself again,” he hissed. “But don't expect me to stop…I always get what I want…remember that.” With that he shoved his son forward, watching his back collide with the ground, head following in suit. Smirking down at him he moved away, waving smartly as he went.

 

He was shaking, tears of both fear and grief welling within his eyes. Curling into a ball he let his tears cascade down his cheeks, barely feeling Gabe gathering him in his arms and whispering to him, “It's alright, he's gone.”

 

Stumbling out of the car, Yugi dashed head long towards his brother, ignoring his sisters protests as he did so. Dropping down onto his knees he wrapped his arms around Yami from behind, kissing the dampened cheek that was facing him as his brother cried into Gabe's chest, his fear overwhelming him. Kalie joined him immediately, rubbing Yami's arm and caressing his face and arm, trying to soothe him. Closing his eyes Yugi rested his head against Yami's shoulder, his heart twisting in agony at the sight before him.

 

“It'll be okay Yami,” he murmured, snuggling close to him, not caring about the spectators that were now leaving the vehicles and the school. “We won't let him hurt you ever again.”

 

A/N: Holy that took a long time. Hope you guys enjoyed it, hopefully what I did to Mokie wont make any of you stop reading this, lol. Anyway, thankie for reading, and for being patient with me ^^