Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Differences Don't Matter ❯ Elfnapping Culprit ( Chapter 23 )

Look, look!! I got it out less than a week from the last one. Call this an apology for taking a month or so to get Chapter 22 out. You all might need to review for this chapter though if you don't remember something that Yami and Yugi read. The chapter you would need to look at is Chapter 12: Diaries of the Past. Hope you enjoy *hugs*.

 

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Nudge.

 

Yugi made a tired moaning noise and turned over in his sleep, his arm resting on Yami's bare chest.

 

Nudge.

 

The elf grumbled irritably and moved closer to the human beside him, pulling the sheets higher up to cover the lower half of his face.

 

“Hey, wake up.”

 

Yugi turned over a final time and his eyes blinked open sleepily. “Wha' time's it,” he slurred.

 

“That doesn't matter right now. Just wake up and we can go.” Yugi didn't recognize the voice that was talking, but he felt too heavy-eyed to bother himself with looking up at the person.

 

“Where we goin'?”

 

“Somewhere far away,” the voice explained. “Come on, hurry.”

 

The statement confused the amethyst-eyed elf and he blinked up at the shadowed figure. As his eyes became more focused he found two narrow, midnight-blue eyes looking down at him and a foreign face framed with silvery blue hair. It took a minute before it registered in Yugi's sleep-ridden mind that the face looking at him was one he didn't know. He jumped back, landed on Yami's chest before falling backwards and knocking the back of his head against the wall on the other side of the bed, shouting from surprise more than fright.

 

Yami woke up with a start, his hands immediately going to his stomach where Yugi landed on him and looked around, disoriented, to find out what was going on. When he finally noticed the strange elf in the bedroom he sat up straighter and wrapped his arms around Yugi's middle.

 

“What are you doing here,” he demanded. Yugi curled into his side, trying to hide himself behind Yami's larger form.

 

A few minutes later Bakura scrambled into the room, black pajama pants riding low on his waist. He was followed closely by Ryou, who had white sleep-pants on and a robe halfway on. “What the he -?” Bakura started.

 

Marik burst into the room with only boxer shorts on. Malik ran in after him, tripping over his feet and landing at the other three's feet. His pants and shirt were mussed up and his hair was blanketing his face, but that didn't stop him (nor anyone else) from staring exasperatedly at the elf standing in the middle of the room.

 

The unfamiliar elf stared for a minute at everyone in the room before he cursed under his breath and turned on his heels for the open window. Yami bolted out of the bed and skid in front of the window before the unexpected guest could jump out. The blue-haired male looked back and forth between the blocked window and clogged doorway. Trapped, the stranger knew he was busted and with clenched fists at his sides, he mumbled and berated himself in a low voice.

 

Yugi, who was sitting up in the bed and was rubbing the back of his head where he hit himself against the wall, let himself get a better look at the unknown elf.

 

His hair was dirty but the color was without a doubt a silver-blue color, almost like it was shimmering with glitter while, at the same time, not. It was messily cut like the boy had done it himself with a pocket knife. It looked as if he was trying to cut it using a bowl or some other round object but the strands ended up being long in the front and short in the back. The elf's clothes, however much of a regal appearance they might've had at one point, were torn and brown with dirt stains, green with grass strains, and colorful with homemade patches for the bigger holes. They were no more high-classed than a beggar who'd been living on the streets for years. His midnight blue eyes were narrowed with hatred as he glared, more at the humans than elves, around the room. The pointed ears on either side of his head were obvious because of the self-haircut. If his hair hadn't already given away his true species, than the ears definitely would have.

 

“What the hell is going on,” Yami demanded, glaring pointedly at the strange elf. His question was responded only with silence and an equally steamed glare.

 

Gritting his teeth, Marik stalked forward and threw the elf to the floor violently (Yugi squeaked from surprise) and stood over him with intimidation. His eyes were narrowed with anger and annoyance (both because he'd been woken up far earlier than he wanted to be conscience). “He asked you a question so why don't you be polite and answer it? Or are you too high and mighty to do something so simple?” The only reaction from the elf was to turn his head to look at the wall. “Why you little - ” He made to grab for the elf, but Malik's arms that he suddenly found around his waist was holding him back.

 

“Let it alone, Marik. Don't you think there's been enough violence from this stupid human-elf thing?” The question calmed the enraged human and he loosened up, turning his head towards the other wall and glared at it instead. He heard a quietly spoken thank you next to his ear and a feathery kiss on his cheek. His glare easily went away and he wrapped an arm around his elf's shoulders.

 

Bakura pushed forward and shouted obscenities at the elf. Ryou blushed; more from embarrassment than the thing's that were coming out of his lover's mouth. His eyes looked anywhere but at the intimidating figure of his boyfriend. When his eyes landed on the amethyst-eyed elf still on the bed, his mouth fell open. Yugi was shaking and his hands were covering his ears so forcefully that even the tips were turning red. Acting quickly, Ryou placed his hand over Bakura's mouth and whispered Yugi's name in the closest ear. Looking over at the elf all anger fled from the albino human and he put his hands back down by his sides rather than waving around.

 

Warmth funneled inside Malik's belly and it kept getting hotter and hotter and he looked from his fellow elves to the elf still lying on the floor, to Marik, and then to the other two humans. He repeated this action a few times before the warmth became too much to bear and he exploded. He shoved Bakura and Ryou out of the way, straddled the elf's chest (the unnamed elf's shot around to stare at him with disbelief), and grabbed two fistfuls of his grimy shirt.

 

“Listen, you,” he started with a threatening voice. Even Marik found himself slightly frightened from this new side of his lover (as well as a little turned on). “You can see for yourself that I'm an elf and I have no qualms or not about treating you as horribly and as roughly as I have to in order to get you to say something useful rather behaving like there's a stick further up your ass than I'd like to know! So start talking or I'm going to make that imaginary stick a real one! You better trust me on this, I know how to make it so it's the worst experience you'll ever feel for the rest of this life and the next!”

 

The elf stared for a moment in shock. His mouth opened and closed a few times, a squeak louder than the last coming out each time.

 

Growling under his breath he didn't even look away from the midnight eyes of the other elf as he spoke. “Marik, get a large stick from the backyard.”

 

Marik stared for a minute, but another impatient growl from Malik had him quickly heading for the door. Just as he opened it though the elf on the floor shouted out that he'd talk.

 

“That's better,” Malik said. “Now who the hell are you and what the freak are doing in here at this time of night?”

 

“I was trying to rescue you,” he answered quickly.

 

“From what?”

 

“I was rescuing a mistreated elf from the abhorrence that comes from humans' hands.”

 

Bakura blinked and looked down when Ryou tugged at his arm. The elf whispered, “It means that he thinks humans are disgusting creatures and elves shouldn't be touched by them.” A few more blinks and then a smirk later, Bakura wrapped his arm around Ryou's slim waist and watched with amusement as the captured elf glared at him.

 

“You just wait human,” he threatened. “The Promised One is coming and he'll show you your place as well as every other curve-eared person on this planet so be snug while you can.”

 

“Who's this `Promised One',” Malik demanded, bringing everyone's attention back on him.

 

“You mean you've never heard of the Promised One even though you're an elf.” His expression of hatred melted instantly. “The one elf that will save all elves and wipe the humans out.”

 

Yugi looked up quickly, glanced at Yami, and then clenched his fists together tightly. He couldn't help glancing down at his clothed wrist where the mark of his destiny was burned.

 

Yami suddenly looked up and whispered, “It was you.” Everyone looked at you and he repeated himself louder. “It was you, wasn't it? You're the reason that elf next door suddenly disappeared.”

 

The elf must've lost most of his anger because he surprisingly nodded. “Yes, I've made it my sworn duty to rescue all the elves enslaved from this place and return them to the forest. I couldn't save the other elf in time before I was discovered. So I left with the one and decided to go back when things at that house had calmed down.”

 

With a knowing smirk, Yami moved over to the bed and pushed the neck of Yugi's shirt down. “I don't see a collar on this elf nor on the one sitting on your or the one that's over there. Where do you get the impression that these elves are enslaved?”

 

The elf gaped for a while longer, unable to find anything to say. “I-I apologize,” he finally admitted. “I didn't realize that there were…were humans who treated elves kindly.”

 

“Nobody would have,” Malik stated. He removed himself from the floor and offered a hand to the elf. “Who are you anyway? Why did you decide to rescue all the elves?”

 

“Forgive me for how I treated you earlier and, though I have not been called by this name in many a year, I am named Weevle.” Yugi's ears perked up and Yami looked with shock. He continued before they could say anything. “Many years ago I disgraced my name and that of my kin. As punishment for my act I was thrown from the forest never to return again. Naturally, I was upset at first and traveled alone before I came upon the city of the castle when there was one. It's placed not far from here,” he said, pointing out the closed window.

 

Before he or anyone else could say anything Yami moved forward. “You caused quite an uproar from what I heard. When the people in that place saw you and didn't know what kind of creature you were….Weevle the Wanderer.”

 

Weevle jerked his head over to Yami, mouth gaped open. “H-how do you….”

 

“Yami, could you please go get the book. I believe it's still in the library.” Yami nodded and disappeared from the room. “I think there are something that needs to be cleared up and a few other things that need to be admitted.” He said the last part more to Malik and Ryou rather than Weevle.

 

Everything was silent until the crimson-eyed male returned to the room, tome in hand. He sat it down on the bed and opened it to the marked page. Nerves piquing up, Yugi pushed the sleeve of his right arm. Everyone in the room (minus Yami and Yugi, of course) gasped and their eyes moved from the mark, to the pages of the book, and then back again.

 

Weevle moved forward and his eyes scanned up and down the pages before his mouth fell open. “So….I was mistaken,” he murmured.

 

Yugi smiled shyly and nodded.

 

“Forgive me for I said, Promised One,” he begged, kneeling on the floor and taking Yugi's right hand in his with his face drawn to the floor.

 

Malik backed up. “Hold on; you're saying the one you were talking about was Yugi?”

 

Weevle nodded. Without looking up or standing from the floor he explained. “I was teaching myself the English writings when I first came upon the city of the castle. When I initially found this book I read through it, but interpreted it incorrectly since I wasn't as fluent in the scriptures as I am now. I did not think this book survived the years.”

 

“This book was written thousands of years ago though,” Ryou said, thinking out loud. “For you both to be around the same age that would be put you at….”

 

The elf grinned. “I've lost track of my true age fifty years or so after I was exiled. It is true though that I am over one-thousand years though.”

 

Everyone was floored at the confession. Bakura was the first to say anything and nobody was surprised when it came out as sarcasm. “That means when I'm an old man Ryou will still look the same while I'll be grey and wrinkly. It's not fair.” Everyone burst out laughing.

 

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Next Chapter: What you've all been waiting for!! Enter the War.