Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Angel ❯ Rainy Day Man :: Yuugi ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Dark Angel

Subtitle: Chapter Two -- Rainy Day Man

Series: YuGiOu

Author: Yuugi's Sex Kitten

Warnings: shounen ai, shoujou ai, the usual

Plot Bunny: AU, inspired by "Without You" by Sarina Fannel. When everything gets too much for you, when people who claim to be your friends ignore you for so long, what do you do? This is the future, a world ruled by darkness. A world ruled by one Yuugi Mutou.

Otogi Muse's Disclaimer: Kitten-sama does not own YuGiOu. It belongs to Kazuki Takahashi and other rich bastards. The Sailor Moon creators own the lyrics, "Rainy Day Man". She only owns the fic, me and nothing more.

Kitten's Forward Notes: I decided to continue with this ;~; Not that I'll probably ever get it finished, but I'll try to do everybody's [at least everyone who's alive] P.O.V per chapter. This chapter is Yuugi's. The lyrics just sounded right, can you guess who he's thinking about? *grins* It's easy if you think about it...... PLEASE submit suitable lyrics for whom you think will suit them in you review. I'm gonna need help for that one.

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//When I think about the first time

I thought I found someone who cared for me

But things were not as they appeared to be//

It's all a charade. Everything I place within my being every day is a charade. I try to maintain the facade the worthless fools fear. If they see their Pharaoh break down, they would rebel and I would be hanged or quartered. I couldn't really blame them if they did; I never wanted this type of world, I never wanted this to happen. When the final God Card had been collected from Kaiba, I kind of......lost it. Years of loneliness had driven me to insanity, had driven me off the deep end and I had nobody to pull me back up. Yami was just a pathetic plaything. Mokuba was my enemy, taking his brother's place and he held his head high with pride, wanting to make his brother's soul proud, Rebecca at his side. Ryou......was just like his yami used to be; sadistic, cruel and utterly unforgiving. Anzu, Honda and Isis were dead. Jou and Malik served me under the powers of the Rod. Shaadi was Ra knows where -- after I had taken the Scales and Ankh from him, he only disappeared, whispering something about the balance being broken. Mai was Jou's servant willingly, always trying to break through to the one she loved, always trying to get him to fight the Rod's power.

Every moment of how this all started is burned into the back of my memory, their betrayal still fresh in my mind. It reminded me of why this all happened, reminded me that while Yami had driven me into darkness it was them who tried to keep me in the light.

They failed, failed because of selfish Anzu, failed because they never stuck to their morals of friendship.

//Rainy Day Man

On your shoulder I cried

When my first brush with love

Left me shaking inside

Rainy Day, Rainy Day, Rainy Day Man//

I had changed Yami, changed him from a once sadistic spirit [1] into the sniveling weakling he is now. Had crushed his soul and shattered his heart beneath my hands already drenched with the blood of innocents. It sickened me at first to find I found pleasure in killing, found pleasure in hurting someone when they made me angry. I found pleasure in leading them on, found pleasure in having them beneath my body while I mercilessly pounded into them, my hands and fingers bruising their skin. Nobody could stop me, nobody held control over what I did anymore.

I sigh, looking up at the ceiling of the throne room, leaning my chin on a palm and the other hand stroking through Yami's dirty hair -- he flinches. I really should have him bathed sometime. He is chained to my side, chained to my throne. Jou and Malik stand at attention on either side of the throne, the golden Ra still shining on their foreheads that represented the Rod's control over them. The Celtic Guardian and Dark Magician had the latest prisoner in their strong hands before I quirk an eyebrow, realizing who it is.

//Ever since I can remember

Just like a brother you've been strong and true

Always been the one to see me through//

A dark smile curls as I stand and saunter over, running a finger down his jawline as he glares hatefully at me. Hate......something his brother held in his eyes before he died. My smile only widens and I realize that the darkness of the items has taken control of my mind once again. I could crush him so easily, crush him and his little girlfriend like the pawns they are. The powers of my Chain Energy card are holding him as the two of my most loyal guards drop him to the ground.

"I told you long ago it was futile to even think about gaining power against me," I purred, kneeling down and lifting his chin, brushing the long dark locks away from those stunning eyes. Hm, I might keep little Mokuba as a pet after all -- I would love to see Rebecca's reaction once I have him tamed to my hand. His eyes -- eyes so much like his brother's were -- try their best to glare but I can see the hidden fear in those gorgeous orbs.

"Bastard," Mokuba spits, trying to struggle against his bonds and get away from me at the same time. Hard to believe that I was once friends with this pathetic whelp. I only backhand him, chuckling darkly as I walk back to the throne and gracefully sit in it, even though I am slouching somewhat. Yami's reaction when I was coming back here wasn't something I entirely wanted to see -- the fool is afraid of me and I love the power I hold over him, hold over everyone.

"Pathetic. I expected better from one of the Kaiba brothers, little Mokuba." I snap my fingers and my two favourite servants respond, both blondes walking automatically forward and picking the child up harshly. Oh yes, Mokuba is still a child although he is a teenager of seventeen. He had to grow up fast once his brother died and the world descended into darkness, which is why I saw the fear in his eyes. He is still a child deep within, a child having his whole life ripped away from under him.

"Take him to the dungeons, I shall deal with him later. Tell Ryou he has my permission to do what he wants with the little brat."

The look on Mokuba's face startles me for a moment -- a snarl curls, cobalt eyes no longer the innocent orbs of adoration they used to be. No, those orbs held pure black hatred, hatred set on my very being. "Even if you kill me like you did my brother, others will take my place, Pharaoh."

Meaningless words, worthless threats. I wanted a challenge, someone who I could be happy to take down in a battle. Instead I got this child, a pathetic child whose worship for his brother still lives even after death. I watch as Jou and Malik drag him away, using my Sennen Eye I can hear every little thought in his head, can hear the panic his mind is in. It still hurts, even if it was only installed in my left socket eight years ago.

Eight years ago tonight......tonight was the eighth year of my reign.

//Rainy Day Man

You're much more than a friend

I would do anything just to see you again

Rainy Day, Rainy Day, Rainy Day Man//

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//Always been the one to see me through

Rainy Day Man

On your shoulder I cried

When my first brush with love

Left me shaking inside//

Closing my eyes as the water cascaded over my pale body, I can imagine everything as it was, I can practically imagine everything that should be and yet with my powers I changed destiny. Once upon a time, I dreamed of marrying Anzu, dreamed of having her as my lifelong partner and mate. Those dreams were crushed when she told me she hated me, didn't want my small, insignificant self following her around like a devoted little puppy. My heart was torn at, ripped out and left to fall to the floor where it shattered. Feh, I had no use for her anyway, she was about as useless as a woman can be. Males, on the other hand, are much more entertaining when in submission, in the heat of passion. My fingers lightly brush over my nipples and I groan, feeling my unwanted arousal harden. Why did Pharaohs have female harems back in Egypt? Why did they marry their sisters and brothers just to keep the family line pure? Meaningless thoughts, meaningless questions. None of that mattered. It was the year 2017, a time when the trials of life were harsher than they were in the past.

Wanting to be rid of this feeling in my stomach, I callously pumped my arousal, closing my eyes as images of tortured faces flashed through my mind, coming to rest on one and only one. Terrified crimson eyes filled my mind, I could hear his whimpers and pleas for mercy in the back of my head. They were always there, they always would be. I grunt softly as I come to Yami's image, feeling the sticky white fluid pour over my hand. I bring it up, watching with dead eyes as the water washes away the fluid and seed. I'm taking a shower to get clean and yet I'm getting dirty. I laugh harshly at the ironic thought, wondering what ojiisan would think of me if he could see the way I had re-shaped the world into my own image.

He had died as an inferno fireblast had hit the game shop, had died wondering where his grandson was and if he was alright. If only he knew that his grandson was the cause of all the distruction the world had been brought, if only he knew how much his grandson hated him for worshipping the ground Yami walked on once business became satiable when the public found out the oh-so-wonderful Game King was family.

I turned off the water sharply at the thought, anger raging through my body, through my veins as I felt the need to vent it out on something. Someone. Yami was in the next room, waiting in the centre of the silk-sheeted bed where I had told him not to move a muscle. He would do as he has been told, would do it without second thought. I ran a hand through my hair before bringing the soft towel up and rubbing it dry. Sometimes I miss the simple days, miss the days where I would have had to get up and go to school, been bullied to a bloody pulp or until Jou and Honda found out. I would give anything for it to go back to the way it was. I would even give up this power I hold, if things could just be normal.

"There is a way, Pharaoh." I froze at the voice in my mind, recognizing it as Shaadi's. It was serious, like always. Or maybe a figment of my imagination. "Relinquish your hold on the items and you will be judged on your worth. Oppose, however, and it will stay the way you have created reality. I know not the future, but I do know that one day in the near future your reign will come to an end."

I dress myself for the night, contemplating his words as I walked out into the bedroom. Looking up, I could see Yami submissively bowed. A sudden feeling of guilt washed over me as I took my nightly position at the window, sitting down on the plush cushions and staring out at the world that is mine, Shaadi's words ringing through my head as I think. A stinging sensation is at my eyes and I draw my right hand up before wiping it across my cheek and looking at it.

Tears. Hadn't I already wasted enough tears long ago? Wasted them for a family I could never have, for friends who would never want me around? They were falling silently. I let them fall, wrapping my arms around my legs and bringing my knees up to my chin. It's wrong to act this weak in front of a slave, it's wrong......

"Yuugi-sama?" His voice is cracked and I hear him get up from the bed and stand behind me. I am expecting him to draw out a hidden dagger from Ra knows where and stab me, ending my pitiful life. Instead, arms wrap around my body, weak but strong in comfort. What the Hell does he think he's doing?! He knows better than to even touch me!

And yet......I can't help but like this feeling of comfort, I can't help but like this feeling of being needed for something other than what I am. Other than being a mere vessel for his soul. I let him hold me, let my tears fall down like they never have before. Let the agony on the inside build up until another wave of tears come and it's worse than ever.

He just holds me, rocking my twenty-two-year-old body like I was a child once more, rock me like he used to when there were nights that he wasn't so sadistic.

It would all go back to normal in the morning, that I promised myself.

//Rainy Day Man

You're much more than a friend

I would give anything

Just to see you again

Rainy Day

Rainy Day

Rainy Day

Rainy Day Man......//

Owari......

[1] In the original YuGiOu which we will NEVER see because it's "too violent for little kids", Yami no Yuugi is as sadistic and psychotic as Yami no Malik. Surprising, the things you learn, eh? http://www.millenniumpower.com has a clip in Japanese from the original. It's where Yuugi first solves the puzzle and Yami first appears.