Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Girl Trouble ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Hello and welcome to chapter four.

There were over four hundred hits for this little thing (MediaMiner.Net), so I guess you folks like my humble effort. Great.

Fanfiction.Net. I do not know, but I guess more than two people are reading this.

Thanks for the reviews, kiddies.

Hello and thanks to:

SerenityMiral (Hi! I am no mind reader, my dear. I just got bored waiting for my favorite authors to update and for own muse to return. Let's do Yu-gi-oh fanfics.)

Sapphire (Hello. A sod? Interesting. Okay, here's your next chapter.)

Wait/what? (Nice name. Hi, there. Yes, the crazy angel did turn Yuugi into a girl. Thank you for your support.)

Yami no Katya (Howdy. Incoherent thought are welcomed. I'm glad you liked it. I am sorry about your neck and for the delay. It took me a while to come up with an ending for this chapter.)

Ilpalazzo2 (I wanted to take a moment and thank you for the 't' thing. Thanks.)

And thanks to everyone reading this. It's no fun writing these things if you guys don't write back Please review.

Enjoy this chapter.

I don't own Yugioh; I'm just a fan

Sean

Chapter Four

It was as if he had been swept away in an endless dream. A dream where he was himself and everything around him was the same. His friends hadn't changed and everything was as it should have been, except there was strange girl who followed him everywhere and imitated him.

She was very pretty, beautiful even. Yuugi was reminded of a porcelain figurine. Her delicate figure, ethereal features. She seemed otherworldly, her elfin features, pale, moon kissed skin that that seemed to glow again the back drop of long ruby tipped ebony hair. On small graceful shoulders fell dark golden locks that rested on high firm breast and a black, ruby tinted curtain that framed her tiny waist. Down further, Yuugi's cold eyes traced the gently curved hips and her long, slender legs with her delicate little ankles and small feet.

Was he cataloging her attributes correctly? She reached up brushed messy golden bangs from her eyes. Delicate, fairy little hands with bitten off nails came to rest on top of her slender shoulders. The girl in the mirror pouted at him, she didn't frown; She pouted. It wasn't that she was embarrassed by his careful perusal of her body. Not a hint of a blush appeared on her alabaster cheeks or infused her long, graceful neck as Yuugi slowly brought his eyes back up to rest on her face.

This was all very strange and new to Yuugi, who until this very moment, actually seen a real girl naked and up close. He had seen pornos at Honda's house when he had stayed over with him and Jou. However, those women had been altered, nothing was real on them. But this was the real thing and yet she did not look like the real thing. She looked like a tiny Barbie doll right down to her incredible small feet. She raised her right foot and looked down at it, her pretty little mouth forming a cute pout as she studied the sole of her foot.

She was just too cute words and adorable, too. But not in the sense of a sweet little girl cute. She was a beautiful, sensual angel who could had ever male in Domino City, hell even all of Japan, at her perfect little feet if she so desired. Except for two, the one who hated her and wanted to see her dead and the one who just loathed her.

Yuugi turned away from the beautiful girl and returned to his rumpled bed. He picked up his discarded robe and pulled it over his nude form, his eyes drifted over the rumbled, sweat soak sheets he had been in for three days. Rage surged through him; Yuugi ripped the covers off his bed and threw everything on the floor. He bundled everything up and went into the bathroom and stuffed everything into the clothes hamper; Yuugi stalked back into his bedroom, the clothes he had worn on Sunday lay in a small pile before his closed closet door. He snatched the leather pieces up, balled them up, and threw them in the trash. Wild lavender eyes fell on the Duel Monsters cards spread out on his desk.

He scooped them up, shuffled the deck in a well practiced motions that was almost seconded nature to him. Deftly, he drew five cards from the top, fanned the hand and a sad smile graced his lips. Gaia the Fierce Knight, Celtic Guardian, Gazelle the King of Mythical Beasts, and Dark Magician. A bad hand to start with, one of the best hands to have in the heat of the duel for relentlessly pounding into your opponent for a sure victory or to squeeze out of a tight jam.

Yuugi let all the cards but one fall to the floor, he laid the Dark Magician on the desk top in defense and he drew five more cards, the five limbs of the Forbidden One. He fanned the hand then snapped it close. He tossed out Exodia's right arm and then laid the out next to the Dark Magician. The mage was pushed to the floor and the rest of the Exodia's body followed.

Yuugi dropped to his knees, his deck lay scattered about him, and each card was a mocking reminder of his stupid nativity. A hundred different scenarios played through his mind. There were so many what-ifs; it made him angry by thinking of everything he could have done to avoid that duel and having this happen to him.

He should have answered his phone when Yami called him. He could have just walked away from Kaiba in the bookstore, but no, he just had to let that idiot get to him. Kaiba was always calling him a little faggot and Yami's fuck boy. Of course, Yami would find Kaiba and the when Yuugi would next see that pompous jerk; the genius millionaire would be sporting a couple painful looking injures and/or had something that was broken. But on that Sunday, Yuugi chose to stand up for himself. He wanted to know what Kaiba's problem was with him? Yuugi was not the only gay student at Domino High and he would not be the last. Did Kaiba ever stoop to constantly harass any of the other homosexual students at Domino? Why the hell did he always single Yuugi out? What had he done other than try to be friends with the son of bitch? Yuugi had enough of the short jokes, he was tried of the derogatory names, and he was a just plain sick of Seto Kaiba getting in his face.

Bitter laughter rang throughout the room. So he had finally stooped to blame others for his mistakes? It had not Kaiba's fault that he had run off. It was not Yami's fault for Yuugi not answering his mental calls. Yuugi had turned off his cell phone, he did not want to be disturbed, he just wanted to forget everything that had happened back at the bookstore. He wanted to wash Seto Kaiba from his mind. Nor did he ever want to lay eyes that repulsive, jealous little wretch ever again.

He snorted. That was not about to happen anytime soon. They went to the same school and unless Kaiba dropped dead today or transferred out, he was going to be there when Yuugi went back . If he went back.

Also, Yuugi was friends with Kaiba's younger brother. Mokuba always hung around with Yuugi and he was one of Yami's biggest fans. Despite of Mokuba foul mouth and bad case of verbal diarrhea, Yuugi honestly liked the kid and enjoyed his company. The kid and Kaiba were so different from each; it made Yuugi wonder if they really came from the same gene pool. Kaiba had a stick permanently lodged in his ass. He was rude, condescending, and conceited as hell. Anzu had slapped him at least five time in the last three years they had misfortune of knowing the prick. (Yuugi had personally wanted to see her give Kaiba a good swift kick to the family jewels a few times.) Nevertheless, the prick was always around them, like he could not develop his own set of friends or a social life. He made it a point to deride and degrade Yuugi and his friends at any interval, but then he was always accompanying his brother on outings with them. They all used to wonder why Kaiba even bothered to follow them if he could not stand to be around them, but now Yuugi knew and really wished he did not know. If he did not like Kaiba before, he sure as hell did not now.

"What do you want from me, Kaiba?" Normally soft, warm lavender eyes had darkened into hard amethyst chips as Yuugi stared contemptuously up at his tormentor.

They stood in the back of the bookstore, down a lonely aisle that away from prying eyes and overly curious observers.

Seto Kaiba was not his usual confident, overbearing self. He was fidgeting and unnaturally tense as gazed coldly at Yuugi. And every second he looked at Yuugi, his already white knuckled fists would tighten.

"I don't have all day to waste with the likes of you." Yuugi declared boldly. He was tired of Kaiba and his games. He just wanted to purchase Yami's books and leave.

"What's your rush, little Yuugi?" Kaiba demanded. "Can't wait to continue with nercophilic fantasy?"

"Yami's not dead." Yuugi said harshly. "But I'll give you a guess at who will be if you don't get my face, Seto."

Kaiba sneered contemptuously. "You think he really loves you, don't you?"

Yuugi turned on him. "Look, Kaiba. I am not going to through this with you. You have it in for Yami, you deal with it and him, but you leave me out of it. I do not like you, man. I am not your friend, I am not brother, and I sure as hell am not down with you. Now, if you a problem with me, I would understand this constant harassment, and then we would have handled this like men."

"You dare to call yourself a man when you spread your legs for that creature like a little bitch."

"Dude, I am gay." Yuugi shot back. "What Yami and I do behind closed doors is none of your business."

"It is my business when you are flaunting your relationship around Mokuba."

"Don't even try that shit, Kaiba. Yami and I do nothing more than hold hands in public. We have more respect for each other than some people." He looked pointedly at the young man before him.

"I am not interested in what you do."

Yuugi let out a short bark of laughter. "Oh, really. I was under the impression this was what you entire stupid argument was about."

Kaiba pressed his lips together into a thin line.

Yuugi tipped his head to one side and grinned viciously. "Come on, Kaiba-boy." He mocked, using Pegasus nickname for the self-important nuisance. "Make up your mind. It sure as hell ain't my charm. I hold it back when you are around. Is it my good looks? Naw, you're too much of a homophobic prick to go that route. Come on. What's the real reason you're constantly fucking with me? Maybe you think I'm weak. That I can't defend myself, I will keep on taking this shit from you…"

"Damn it, Yuugi." Kaiba snapped. He grabbed the other boy by the arms and jerked him off his feet and pushed him against the far wall. "Why can you be a girl?" Was all the warning Yuugi got before Kaiba crushed his mouth to his. At first, Yuugi was so surprised he couldn't blink, he couldn't breath, nor think about anything other than his most rabid of rivals was kissing him.

Kaiba pressed his body closer to his, one of his arms snaked around Yuugi's back and moved up to the nape of his neck. Yuugi tried to wrench his mouth free, but Kaiba had buried his hand in the back of Yuugi's hair and was holding his head in place.

"You bastard." Yuugi hissed through his teeth. Disgust filled him as Kaiba ran his tongue over his lips. "Get your damned hands off me." With a violent thrust, Yuugi shoved Kaiba away.

He pushed back into the opposite wall, but the bastard had held on to Yuugi's hair. Yuugi fell against Kaiba's chest. He lay there a moment, trying orient himself, when Kaiba dragged his head back again and prepared to kiss him. Yuugi surprised him with a swift blow to the chest. Kaiba's grip loosened and Yuugi slipped out of his reach, but not before land a solid right hook against Kaiba's chin.

"You son of a bitch." Yuugi growled low and menacingly deep in his throat. "If you ever try that stunt again, I will fucking kill you. Do you hear me, Kaiba? Don't you never lay another hand on me. Never. I-" Disgust rushed through him Yuugi clamped a hand over his mouth and ran from the book store. Behind him, he heard the clerk call out, "Miss. Are you alright. Miss?"

Miss? Did he truly look so feminine before this happened to him?

Yami would laugh at him and tell him that he was perfect just as he was.

"So you are fine with me not cutting my hair?" Yuugi rolled onto his chest and moved closer to his lover until their noses were touching.

"As long as it's not on your chin." Yami kissed the said chin. "Or over those sweet, delectable lips…" Another kiss. "Or your chest." He nudged him until Yuugi fell on his back. "I can not abide body hair." He moved over Yuugi's body and settled on top of him.

"It's the Egyptian in you." Yuugi grinned. Yami started to make a rejoinder but Yuugi cut him off. "Please, don't say it."

"Say what?" He stopped moving down.

"I just opened myself up for that."

"I want you to open up." He nipped at Yuugi's waist. "There are three things further down your body I want from Japan and then Kemet will put something in you."

Yuugi laughed, "One track mind and it goes straight to the gutter. We were talking about my hair."

"I'm fine with you going your hair on your head, no where else."

"It's my body."

Yami stopped his southward progression; his eyes met Yuugi's. //Let's not that argument again, Hikari.//

/You are such an ass./

//Yuugi…//

"Yuugi?"

Yuugi pulled his robe close as he glanced back to see his grandfather standing in his doorway. Concern and worry were etched in Sugoroku's careworn face as he watched his grandson scrub at the fresh tears that had gathering in the corners of his luminous eyes.

"Oh, Ji-san, I didn't hear you come in." A fleeting smile touched his lips. He pulled his robe close and made sure that tie was secure at his waist.

Sugoroku wanted to ask him so many things but they all seemed trite and callous. How could you ask your grandson how was he feeling when he made into a girl against his will?

"And are you feeling today, Yuugi? You know, you are the first male in our family to become an oddity?"

Yes, that would go over really well with the boy.

Thankfully, Yuugi was unaware of his grandfather's preoccupation. He had pulled himself up from the floor after picking up his cards and had returned them to the black leather carrier he always kept them in. He noticed that he cell phone was on it's charger and his wallet was on the desk beside it.

Yuugi reached for the wallet and checked it's contents. A couple hundred yen, his bankcard, drivers' license, and Yami's credit card were still inside. Yami had given it to him Sunday morning; he had asked Yuugi to stop by the bookstore while he was at the mall to pick a couple books for him.

/Yami?/ There was still silence. Yuugi frowned as he tried again, but received no answer. Puzzled by this strange behavior, Yuugi turned to his grandfather to find out where Yami had gone.

"He's in his room." He told him. "He just returned from his classes not to long ago."

"If he is here, why isn't he answering me?"

Sugoroku sought out a distraction for the boy and said the first thing that came to mind. "You are handling this situation well." Mentally he winced. Did he really say that?

Large lavender eyes blinked a few times before a slow, but true smile made it way to Yuugi's pale pink lips. "I am glad you think so. I feel like going to fall apart at any moment."

There was the cheeky Yuugi he had grown to love. "What with the smile then?"

"Oh, well that's easy, Ji-san." He drawled, "That was the first time I ever heard you remotely inane. Didn't think you had it in you, Gramps."

A loud guffaw shook Ji-san's rotund form and it turned into a full belly laugh when he caught a glance of his grandson's smirking face. A smirk did not belong on that angelic face, it was just strange. Sugoroku collapsed onto Yuugi's bed, he was holding one hand to his right side and with the other, and he was wiping away the tears of mirth that had spilled down his cheeks.

Yuugi just shook his at the old man as he went to his dresser. He pulled opened the first drawer and pulled out a pair of blue plaid boxers and a tee shirt.

Sugoroku had stopped laughing. He now sat by, silently watching the one he had raised and loved like his son, fighting to keep his emotions under control while he picked out a few pieces of clothes to put on. When the boy started towards his bathroom door, he called out to him.

Yuugi half turned to face him. Tear filled lavender eyes met sad faded ones, the emotional pain and fear in those eyes went straight to Sugoroku heart and he said what he knew he should have being saying along.

"I love you." He told him.

Yuugi swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.

"We're going to get through this. Some how, Yuugi."

"I don't have another choice." He sniffed loudly.

"You are stronger than you think."

He snorted as he turned his face away trying to hide the tears that spilled down his face. "Platitudes don't become you, Ji-san." He said irritable.

His grandfather agreed, "Sometimes the clichés can convey the sincerity of another's concern. You will get through this." Sugoroku promised. "You fought to live when you were born. You survived the loss of your parents and you fought to save me. I know you, Yuugi. You are not a quitter; you have never backed down when it came to something you believed in. I refuse to let you start doubting yourself now. You will get through this; I will be at your side every step of the way. I won't let you fall."

Yuugi drew in a shuddering breath. He turned back to his grandfather; he wanted to say…What could he say?

Slowly, Sugoroku came around to his grandson. He cupped the beautiful little face in his hands, bringing it down so he could reach his brow. Tenderly, he kissed Yuugi's forehead then he looked into to boy's eyes so there would never be any doubt in his mind concerning his sincerity.

"You will not face this alone. I will do whatever it takes to help you. I love you. I love you."

Soft sobs emanated from the boy's lips.

"Now, go shower, you smell a little ripe." He smiled as he gave him a little shove to get him going. After Yuugi had closed the door, Sugoroku's façade fell. He hated this, he absolutely hated this wretched situation, but there was no way he could fix it.

He let out a deep, soul weary sigh as he set to the task of straightening Yuugi's room. After he had made the bed and picked up a few scattered pieces of clothing and grabbed the wastebasket on his way out the door. With the simple tasks completed, Sugoroku was at a lost as what to do. He hadn't opened the shop today, it hadn't really been open since he wanted to be close by in case Yuugi had needed him for anything. With nothing to do, he (and his grumbling stomach) decided he could use some lunch went

Sugoroku had just placed meal of vegetable soup and a hearty chicken sandwich on the table when he felt eyes on him. With a start he looked up and was surprised to see Yuugi standing in the kitchen entry away.

The boy was shoeless and Sugoroku noticed why, Yuugi's feet had shrunk a size and a half and were extremely narrow and delicate. He added shoes to the mental list he had been making since he returned downstairs. The sweat pants Yuugi wore pulled tight about his waist, but his feminine waist was smaller than Yuugi's athletically trim one. Trousers were already on the list as were shirts and whatever female things Yuugi required. Yuugi had a one a white tee shirt that was knotted under his breasts.

Sugoroku mention the obvious. "You need underwear, boy."

The heavy cloud of tension on Yuugi fell when entered the kitchen. He grabbed a bowl out of the dish drainer and made a beeline to the stovetop.

His grandfather sat down at the table, "You want half of my sandwich?"

Yuugi shook his head, "I'll make my own." He was ravenous.

They ate in silence. Sugoroku surreptitiously watched Yuugi as he devoured the entire contents of the pot and helped himself to three sandwiches chicken sandwiches before he pushed back from the table with a satisfied sigh.

"Someone was hungry." Sugoroku noted dryly as he took a sip from his coffee mug.

"I feel like I'm gonna bust." Although that did not stop him from plucking an orange from the fruit basket in the center of the table.

"Wait until you get up to your room to blow your contents." His grandfather smirked.

Yuugi started to flip him off, but respect for his grandfather kept the vulgar gesture hidden. Yuugi drew his knees up to his chest and shook his wet hair back from his face. "None of my clothes fit," he said as he bit into the thick rind.

"I noticed."

"I was going to call Anzu after school to see if she would help me out with-you know-the feminine shopping thing." He closed his eyes and let his head fall back on his neck. "I have absolutely no idea of how I'm going to do this, Ji-san."

"You shouldn't have to do this."

Yuugi chuckled, it sounded bitter even to himself. "You are so right about that." He sighed. "But what can I do? That witch-When she was crawling all over me, kissing me with her acid tongue, I couldn't stop her. I didn't know at the time she was changing me. I was pain…Every touch felt like fire. I wanted to fight her, but I couldn't…"

"Yuugi?" He grandfather started to go to him.

"You know, I keep replaying the entire day over in my mind." Large lavender eyes opened, revealing all of his emotional pain. "I keep thinking about what I should have done and did do. I didn't have to accept her challenge. If I hadn't been so upset, I probably would have noticed that something…that something wasn't right with her."

He had been sitting by the fountain for hours, just staring at the water in basin, letting the afternoon and the crowd passed by him. The sound of the rushing water was soothing. It helped him to restore his serenity and peace. He had been lost in his own world and had noticed the beautiful girl standing before him until she leaned forward and placed her face within a few centimeters from his nose.

Yuugi yelped and started violently.

The girl laughed softly, a small, fragile hand covered her smiling mouth in a demure action. He half lay on the stone bench, his mouth having fallen over open as gawked at the most beautiful person he had the pleasure of laying eyes upon.

She lowered her hand; a bright, happy smile was on her pale cherry lips as she gazed down at him.

"You are a pretty one." She giggled.

"I never suspected anything." He laughed bitterly. "I fell for a cliché that is applied to myself. How could someone so innocent be so…It doesn't matter anymore," he said quietly. "The damage has been done."

"What's done is done, sweet one."

"What are you are talking about? What has been done?"

"Besides the obvious?" the youth joked.

"What can the Shadow King do to me now?" She was amused by his stubborn silence.

She turned her face to look at Yami, her left hand holding Yuugi's chin, forcing him to look at the powerful Pharaoh and she laughed. "He cannot undo what I have done…"

The boy shook his head slightly. He put aside his fruit. He wrapped his arms about his knees and was silent.

Sugoroku was at a lost with this new mood. He started to say something to draw Yuugi out, only to be brought up short as a shadow fell over the kitchen floor. "Yami," he said bit too brightly. "I thought you would be asleep for a while."

The young man in question headed straight for the refrigerator and pulled the door open. "Had to finish up a take home test." He mumbled. "I'll sleep on the plane."

Yuugi was dumbfounded. He had not felt Yami at all. Even without their puzzles, they had been able to sense each other's whereabouts when they were in close proximity of each other. Yet he had felt nothing.

What the hell?

Was Yami deliberately shielding against him? Yuugi worried his lower lip as he tried to understand why the Pharaoh was closing him out. He had a good idea as to why, but he focused his attention on the man who seemed to be ignoring his presence.

"Have you finished with your packing?" Sugoroku was saying as Yami joined them at the table with a plum and bottle of water. The Pharaoh nodded as he took bit. "And you are still comfortable with Honda and Otogi accompanying you instead of Yuugi or myself?"

"Hai, Ji-san." His eyes crimson eyes flicked in Yuugi's direction and they hardened.

"When do you want to leave for the airport?"

Yuugi tuned out the rest f the conversation. He knew he wasn't going to New York. He was half afraid to leave the house as it was and there was no way he wanted to leave the country. What bothered him was just everything. Yami had cut him off and completely pulled away from him

Yami had to ask Sugoroku to repeat himself. "The flight does not depart until midnight. We have to pick up Honda from his house, Otogi said he would come here."

"And you confirmed your hotel reservations?"

"On-line and by telephone this morning. A suite with three bedrooms."

"Rental car?"

"I'll pick it up at the airport and before you ask, I did ask for a map of New York and directions to the hotel. The travelers checks did arrive this morning, I'm only taking one credit card and I have my passport and id in the same case as my deck."

"So you are all set?"

Another nod from Yami as he devoured the fruit. "I'm going to drop the test off on my way to gym." He pushed back from table and stood up.

Yuugi had been feeling was pushed aside, buried them as he met the cool, detected gaze of his beloved. Pain and hurt washed through Yuugi's soul and was reflected in his luminous eyes but Yami ignored him and walked out of the room without once speaking to his Hikari.

His grandfather wanted both comfort his grandson and yell at Yami. Both boys were in pain and the hurt centered around Yuugi. Sugoroku said the youth's name, but Yuugi pushed his chair from the table and fled from the room in tears.

Yami heard the first muffled sob as he run up the stairs. He stumbled a few times, and fell hard on his knees at the top of the stairs.

"Yuugi," he wanted to apologize. He wanted to call him back and bundle him in his arms and beg for his forgiveness. Pride stayed his voice and his hand. Yuugi had done nothing wrong. He knew that in heart, but his stubborn pride would not make bow down and admit he was the one at fault. That was not apart of his nature.

Yami closed his bedroom door completely and slumped against it. "What the hell am I to do?" I can't do this. He admitted to his own disgust. "Yuugi."

NO FLAMES. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS, THEN DON'T READ IT.