Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Girl Trouble ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )

Title: Girl Trouble

Author: Sean Wright

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh

Hello all and welcome to chapter eight.

I must say this fic is not easy to write. I'm not a guy nor am gay. I don't know how guys, straight or gay, behave around each other. My brother gives me insight on the guy speak but he cringes when I talk to him about the story. But this fic is fun. Lord help me, I love writing this thing.

Enough of that.

Enjoy.

Chapter Eight

Yuugi quickly looked the door behind Jin and he prayed that Yami would not be coming home anytime soon. The last thing he wanted was deal with a fight or a jealous Yami. He turned back to Jin; They guy was checking out the card display with confused look on his face.

Frowning, Yuugi joined him at the display where the new Duelist cards were. Jin looked up at Yuugi when went over to him, he had to know why the guy had sought him out.

"You stalking me or something?" He leaned against the counter, far away to stay out of reach and close enough to his baseball bat hidden on the other side.

A look of confusion crossed Jin's features and again Yuugi was blessed with that heart stopping smile.

"Actually, I'm here to get a gag gift for one of my roommates back at the dorms, he's really into Duel Monsters," he said with an off handed shrug. "But I didn't know this was where you worked, Yuugi."

"You're at university?"

Jin nodded, "Second year at KO U." His eyes lingered over Yuugi's face before he reached out to trace the curve of Yuugi's elegant chin with his forefinger. "What about you?" He asked distractedly.

Yuugi turned his back on Jin and went around the counter to an open display. "I'm still in high school." Yuugi picked up a pack of cards and turned back to Jin. "My fiancé attends KO as well. You know, the guy who trying to kill you yesterday."

The other youth made a dismissive gesture. "He didn't do any serious damage, beside I can hold my own." He picked up the cards and turned the foil pack over in his hands. "So how long have you been working here?"

"I don't work here." Yuugi told him. "This is my grandfather's shop."

Jin looked up interestedly. "For real?"

Yuugi nodded. "You don't who I am, do you?"

"I know you're this really cute girl I want to hook up with but you're tied down to some asshole who's never heard of ask first before taking a swing another." He flashed Yuugi a lopsided grin that instantly had Yuugi weak at the knees.

A cute girl?

The term caught Yuugi off guard. Jin didn't know him; He saw Yuugi as the rest of the world now did and what he saw was a girl. A cute fucking girl.

"Hideyo-san," he began.

"Jin," the youth corrected.

"Hideyo-san." Yuugi said firmly. "I am not flatted by this constant attention. I get more than enough on a daily basis and I am just fed up with people not respecting me or my relationship. So, man, if you want to buy some cards, go ahead, but I really want you to leave."

"Wait, Yuugi-" Jin said quickly, "I wasn't trying to disrespect your…God, I like you, and I want to get to know you…"

"Look, I'm down with being friends and all, but I ain't looking for anyone to hook up with on the side. You got me? I'm with Yami Moto."

"Alright, alright." Jin held his hands in a placating gesture. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry about everything…" He handed Yuugi the pack he had given him earlier. "But I was wondering about one thing, Yuugi."

"Yeah?" he rung up the pack and Jin handed him a bankcard.

Jin waited until Yuugi had finished and handed him a small bag before he continued. He caught Yuugi's chin in a gentle yet firm hold. "I was wondering how you taste."

Before the boy could respond, Jin had captured his lips in an all consuming, mind numbing kiss.

After that day, Yuugi felt as if he life going completely down hill.

It was one thing to be kissed by a stranger, but was something else entirely when you start kissing that person back and enjoying it.

Maybe it was because he had only been with Yami. It could have been that everyone he knew was either his closest friends and like family to him or complete a-holes who only want to fuck up his life and/or kill him. It could have been that he was looking for a bit of normalcy in his life. It could have been anything, real or imaginary; yet it was when Yuugi began to have doubts about his relationship with Yami he felt the first real shaft of panic in go through his entire body.

Sure, he life would have been simpler if he had never be given his puzzle, but it never would have been as interesting nor would he have those who were his friends. Or Yami. He would have just continued through life, oblivious to everything around him except for the bullies and his solitude and playing the Duel Monsters game. Who knew who his life would have turned out hadn't all that stuff happened to him and his family. Things might have different and it was a good chance his life would have just become a longer, extended version of the hell it was before he was shoved onto his current path. Yuugi knew he might have attempted suicide a few times. He was close to that point at thirteen. He had no friends, his ass was being kicked daily coupled with the stress of his developing sexuality, Yuugi felt messed up, confused, and alone. When his oji-san gave him the Sennen And he would never be tall, he was effeminate and without working out, he would have been perfect fodder for the bullies or any freak out there that wanted to toy with a short, gay kid who was kind of odd and loner.

But life hadn't turned out that way for him; destiny had stepped in to change his life and given him Yami. He had in Yami someone who had never judged him, who trusted him and loved him long before they became lovers. He was Yuugi's strength, the pillar that he had once clung to when the world became too much, but soon they became partners and Yuugi found that he could stand at Yami's side and they became equals. In their relationship there was an understanding that could survive petty arguments, mood swings, and changes. They were strong together. Their relationship was built on a solid foundation of trust, acceptance, and understanding as well as love. And if Yuugi was sure about anything in his life he was sure about them. He knew they would survive the rough passages of time, he and Yami cared about one another too much not to fight for their life together. They would stay together. He and his Yami.

He and Yami would make their way back to each other. They would better because of this experience and as corny as it sounded, Yuugi knew their love would stronger as well.

This dawned on him as he sat in the place where his troubles began, three weeks to the day he lost his masculinity and became a girl.

Yuugi was back at the mall, seated beside the water fountain. A cup of black coffee sat between his knees as he watched the unusual light crowd in the mall. There was no sales or anything, most were window-shopping of grabbing snacks at the food court.

He raised the paper cup to his lips and took a long sip of the foul brew. What the hell had possessed him to order black coffee, he wondered for the tenth time.

Then he remembered, this was Yami drink of choice and he had been thinking of Yami when he ordered it. Yuugi smirked at his own carelessness as he downed the rest of it. Kami, what going on with him?

//I have been asking myself the same questions?//

/Yami?/ Startled by the sudden presences of his lover in his mind, Yuugi turned around, scanning the area around him as Yami allowed him to feel him. Almost immediately Yuugi's eyes landed on solitary figure sitting on the other side of the fountain with two cups of coffee. Although Yami wore dark glasses, Yuugi knew without a doubt that Yami was watching him. . /How long have you been there?/ Yuugi asked as he started towards the Pharaoh.

Yami withheld his answer until Yuugi was standing beside the bench he occupied. //You have not been available much this week, Hikari.// Yami said as he made room for his light.

Unceremoniously, Yuugi dropped down beside him. "Latte?" He held the beverage out even as he offered it. "No whipped cream, extra chocolate." Then he added, "It will wash away the sour taste of that coffee you were drinking."

A rueful grin crossed Yuugi's lips as he ripped the lid off his drink. "How long have you been here?"

"Long enough," was the evasive reply. Yami draped his free arm behind Yuugi's shoulder as he raised his own cup to his lips. //I though you and I should talk in private and in a neutral area// he finally said. //You have been distant all this week. Short tempered and confused.//

/Can you blame me?/Yuugi asked irritably. /I have a woman's body or have you not noticed./

//I have noticed.// His fingers shifted easily through Yuugi's unbound hair. He felt the boy relax and then tentively leaned into his touch. Yami frowned slightly, for Yuugi's hesitation did not sit well with him. //Do you blame me?// His mind's voice was so low and filled with the insecurities that were not projected on his impassive features.

Confused, Yuugi said, /Huh?/

Yami didn't answer immediately. He savored in just being with his light. All the fear, tension and anxiety he had felt since seeing Yuugi's transformed body and going through this horrid week-Everything was released once Yuugi finally relaxed and melted against his side.

/She came to me here,/Yuugi whispered softly.

//Who?// Yami asked distractedly. He did not want to think of anyone else other than them.

/That creature, the one who did this to me. She came to me here. I had just fought with Kaiba./

//Why were you and Kaiba fighting?// Yami demanded quickly. Red ire, like molten lava surged through his mind at the mention of though of his dealing with that little toad. Just as quickly Yami's angry shifted to himself and he instantly blamed himself for not knowing that Yuugi had needed him even before this 'creature' had arrived. Damn it, he was becoming careless in this time.

Yuugi, sensing where Yami's thoughts were headed. /Kaiba is not the issue nor is he important. Nor do I blame you for what happened to me. That thing would have gotten to me even if Kaiba hadn't provoked me./

//You are right, Hikari.// Yami murmured as he pressed his lips to Yuugi's temple. Damn that Kaiba was going to pay for Yuugi's pain with interest, Yami promised silently. The little shit's life could now be counted in hours. Yami was going to have his freaking heart for this latest bout of insolence. //Tell me about the 'creature' as you call it.//

/There isn't much else. She sat down beside me and we started talking. I don't recall much about the conversation but somewhere down the line we started talking about Duel Monsters. She asked me to play-I remember saying that I was meeting you but after that nothing except…/

//Except what?//

A shiver race through the boy's body as the memories came back to him.

He had realized too late that he had been duped. But there was no escape from the game. If he lost, he suffered. If Yuugi forfeited the game then he would be tortured and if by some miracle he won, Yuugi would have still been hurt. His host had been determined to bring some harm to Yuugi no matter the outcome.

"You have lost." Her voice the only sign of another as the last of Yuugi's Shadow Monsters faded away.

The Dark Magician had been destroyed right before his eyes and Exodia the Forbidden One never had a chance to be formed. The cards drifted slowly from his hands as Yuugi fell to the ground.

He was defeated.

"The penalty for your arrogance is--."

He was confused, what had he done. "Arrogance?" he whispered. He did not understand. He had just wanted to play...But not with her. "No," he shouted at her. "This was not what I had wanted. I refused to play. You forced me into this game. This is not right!"

She looked down into his angry face and laughed at the fierce some pride in his lavender eyes. "I did not make you summon the creatures hidden within the Shadows." She saw the confusion in his eyes and laughed. He did not understand nor know of what she referred. "Your arrogance was showing me your monsters. The sight of them was as good as you verbal acceptance of my challenge. For that, you will pay."

Yuugi said no. It was never his intention to offend anyone….

"Of course!" She exclaimed loudly, "We never mean to offend anyone. But you," she turned blazing eyes on him. "You defied yourself and this sacred light by bringing that accused darkness into it."

"I-"

Hands grabbed the sides of his head and he started into the most frightening depths of a depravity before he was thrown carelessly to the ground. Yuugi pushed himself up only to have the breath knocked out of his body as a sudden weight fell on him pinning him to the ground.

"I. I. I. I. I. I… you what?" She screamed in his face. "You are a perverted soul, corrupted by that faithless cur of long dead Kemet." Then her voice softened and the weight on his chest lessen, "It is of little wonder why he wants you. Why he is obsessed with you." Her hands trailed gently over his face and hair as she continued in her quiet tone, "You are beautiful. Your crystalline soul is a treasure, a thousand times more brilliant than any stars. The innocence of your heart is very pure and dazzling and filled with the warmth of the sun." Just as suddenly her hands tighten on his cheeks, squeezing the bones until Yuugi let out a strangled cry in protest. "Yet you allow that foul creature of the Shadows touch your light. He has corrupted you with pleasures of the flesh. He has tarnished your brilliance with his polluted aura and you have allowed him to do so without a single care as to who this tainted one has done to us." She threw herself way from him with a violent thrust, leaving him to moan and gasp painfully on the frozen floor while she danced around him.

He was down on the ground, reeling from the twisted agony that he had been placed in. His puzzle had been removed from his grasp by cold hands, leaving him alone, cut off from Yami to be sucked further down in this white nightmare.

The psychotic angel continued to dance around him, caught up in the wild abandon she had created for herself as she screamed curses at everything.

Weak from fear and cold, Yuugi struggled to push himself up, but an invisible weight held him down on the ground. He was so cold, shivering in this brilliance that could have rivaled the winter's sun for all the heat it produced. Yuugi closed his eyes as the light was blinding him with its painful intensity every time he tried to move.

After a while, the angel returned to him. She had become bored with her game and the Shadows were no fun when they could not come into the light. The look on her face reminded Yuugi of a child who had been denied a favored toy; But the madness in her eyes reminded him that this was no child. She was very powerful, cunning, and deadly. She wanted him to suffer for some offense that he did not consciously commit.

Her cold eyes lighted upon him as feral grin that almost rivaled Yami's sent a shaft of cold fear throughout his body. More afraid now than he was before, Yuugi renewed his futile struggled against his invisible bonds.

She knelt over Yuugi's prone form, settling on his waist as she planted her hands on both sides of his face. She leaned forward, her shimmering lips just a breath away from his own and she smiled.

"A life for the light," she breathed across his lips.

Yuugi jerked violently as he tried to turn his face away, but she caught his chin with her dainty fingers and exhaled again. Yuugi's eyes began to tear as the acidic smell of her breath assaulted his nostrils.

"I hear your soul calling out to him, yet he will never save you. How can he save you from yourself?" She lowered her lips to touch his, when Yuugi tried to up away, she merely laughed before moving over to place wet, butterfly kisses over his cheek. All the while, Yuugi lay there, a helpless prisoner, screaming in agonized pain as the acid from her mouth covered his skin. She stopped once to pressed her lips to his chin before dragging her tongue darting up to his hairline.

Yuugi tried to scream but all that came out was hoarse rasp. Her touch was like fire on his flesh; the wet trail she left was burning worst than anything he had ever felt. He thrashed about, trying to push the woman away, but she just laughed in his face.

"Biaw," she said mockingly. "Isn't that what Hesays to you. Biaw? How possessive of him. How dare he claiming you as his when he never had the right? However, it shall never occur again, pretty one. You now belong to me. Mine from the beginning of time."

"No!" Yuugi screamed. "I will never be yours."

She grabbed his chin in her right hand and forced him to meet her gaze. Madness danced merrily in her eyes as she lowered her lips to his. Just before she touched him, she whispered, "You are not listening to me, sweet one, you have always belonged to me."

"Please," he croaked. "I don't know what-"

"A life for the light," she chanted, her voice a singsong as she moved down his body. Her searing touch was melting the flesh from his bones, her strong hands kneaded at every muscle. She was a sculptor with her clay, molding and contorting his body all the while Yuugi was pleaded for mercy and begging for his own death.

A life for the light; she wanted to bask in it, bathe in his light.

He was screaming in agony and terror. His body was on fire; it felt as if he was dying. He wanted to cry, she told him he could. She wanted to see his tears, but she was not going to stop. Not yet.

"One body," she was lost it now. She gloried in every sound and tear. The light of pushed at the darkness that was wrapped around his soul, breaking through until the shadows gave way and Yuugi's power poured through and reached out-for the darkness.

"No!" She screamed, rage showed in her face. Her fingers latched onto Yuugi's chest and poured every once of her hate and disgust into him, almost suffocating him from the sheer force of her power. "The Darkness has to lose his light. Why can you not understand this?" Why couldn't he believe it when she said he was hers?

"He bathes in your soul." Fanatical eyes gleaming as she licked Yuugi's tears from her fingertips. "He basks in your light. But never again, my sweet one." She lowered her head to nuzzle Yuugi's chest. The boy screamed in agony.

Why couldn't she just kill him now?

Cold hands on his face, she leaned down, her painful lips touching his left ear. "You are mine."

They sat side by side in silence. Yuugi had finished with his tale, but the horror of it and what had been to him was yet to be cleared from his mind as he sat clinging to Yami. As for the former Pharaoh it was like he was in Tuat once again. Sometime during Yuugi's narration, Yami had pulled the boy into his lap. Now he clutched Yuugi to his chest and tucked the boy beneath his chin and his hands moved mechanically over Yuugi's left arm and back.

It could have been anyone.

That though rocked Yami to his very core. Yami had a list of enemies from his past from all ranges of life starting from the moment he first allowed the Shadows to mix in his soul as a boy that could have circled the globe twice. He had offended the Gods, priests, sorcerers, and witches that wanted to see him tortured for all eternity. He had walked roughshod and killed his rivals. Anyone who spoke against him never lived long and he made it a special point to have all the members of his enemies families killed just so he could have avoided something like this from happening. However, never in all his years would Yami have dreamed up a something as cruel as this. He had been blessed with an inventive and daring imagination, but this surpassed even his most malicious endeavors.

He took Yuugi home soon after. Neither spoke, both young men were still wrapped up in their own thoughts to think of anything else.

Yuugi was exhausted. Reliving the nightmare had drained him and when he got home all he wanted to do was sleep.

Yami stayed with Yuugi until he had fallen asleep in his arms. Then he lay there another hour just watching Yuugi sleep. Fear clutched his heart every time he thought of leaving his light.

Hours later Yami was in the middle of his workout. He came to the gym to take out his aggression on the machines and hopeful wear himself out that the imagine of that fiend slithering down Yuugi's body would disappear from his mind. However, pounding his fists into a punching bag still could not wipe the memory from his mind. The horrors that Yuugi had lived through was enough to drive anyone mad and Yami was close to it.

"Well this is turning into a familiar sight, Pharaoh?"

Yami let go of the bag but did not turn around. "You have stooped to breaking into gymnasiums to irritate me, Bakura?"

The white haired yami chuckled darkly. "I noticed your motor car out front and decided step in for a brief chat."

"How lucky for me" Yami growled as he slammed his right fist into the bag and then his left.

Bakura came to stand beside him. "Have you spoken to your hikari?"

Yami continued to work over the bag, it did nothing to release his tension, but now he had a face he could mentally beat into oblivion. "Yuugi told me about the creature that attacked him." He said shortly.

"And?" Bakura inquired impatiently.

The shorter man clenched his jaw tightly. "I don't know."

Bakura moved behind the bag to hold it in place for Yami. "What?" When Yami did not reply Bakura went on. "Pharaoh, I like to think that understand you after a these last years of peace between us. This is the first time I have ever heard the slightest bit of doubt from you."

Yami viciously slammed his fist into the bag, managing to rock Bakura on his heels. "I am not in doubt of myself, Thief." He snarled. "I just need some time to think. My list of enemies is greater and more diverse than yours. I cannot just pick one at random and obliterate them."

"Why not destroy them all?" Bakura was naturally curious.

Yami glared at him, coldly. "It not that simple. The gods of this world would not take to kindly to my tearing the celestial plains just to kill the old gods of Kemet."

"You believe it was our Gods who attacked your light?"

Yami shook his head, "I don't know."

The expression on Bakura's face was skeptical. "Pharaoh, I was not apart of your inner circle or your court. I was one of those insignificant lives that you and your proud princes mistreated, stepped on, and killed for pleasure. Yet as part of the huddled masses in the shadow of 'your greatness' I heard the same rumors about you."

A faint outline of the Eye appeared menacingly on Yami's brow as he stared coldly at the thief.

"Do not presume that you know me, worthless gutter trash." He reached out and grabbed the front of Bakura's dark blue hooded jacket with his tapped hands. "I am still your lord and master. I hold your life and that of your hikari's in the palm of my hand. Offend me, Tomb Raider, and I will end your meaningless existence."

Bakura went continued, ignoring Yami's threats. "You killed the Pharaoh and the Queen as well as your brothers and sisters."

"I had no siblings." Yami growled. "I was my mother's only child."

"You had issues with your father and his second family?" Bakura sneered. "You are truly a spoilt little throne born brat aren't you."

"What is it that you think you know, vermin, aside from that came from the palace gossip?" Cold ruby eyes stared contemptuously at the man, then without a word, Yami let Bakura go. The other collapsed to the floor, panting. Yami sat down before him with knees bent and rested his arms over them.

"My father was weak," Yami told him. "His second wife was a Sumerian whore and their children were half-bred bastards; but they were never really that important to me until that woman tried to steal my throne. I decided they all had to die then." He removed the bandana from his head and used it to swipe at the sweat dripping from his chest. "Before that woman came and started breeding my father's bastards, Memphis everyone feared me. No one would risk my displeasure, even my father would not dare cross me, for he, the foolish Pharaoh, feared the power of the Shadows." He met Bakura's curious eyes. Yami flashed him a grim smile. "But I was a good ruler. I knew that, you as one of my subject knew that as well. I put Kemet before all else, even my own life. It kills me to know what befell her after my passing. Had I produced an heir, my kingdom-My kingdom became a slave after my containment. She was robbed of her dignity and pride by those unscrupulous wretches who cowered before those useless nothings who dared to think of themselves as gods. For their weakness, Kemet lost itself and was controlled by the scrambling locus from the north and east. Her treasures were gone and my Kingdom is nothing of but dull, cracked shell of her former self. For her peace, I went into the shadows. I entrusted Kemet future in the hands of a new dynasty. My compromise with those cowards led to the destructions of my nation and my people."

"Even with all this, you will not hold our Gods to be responsible for what befell your light? "

Yami shook his head, "What I am saying is that have long list of enemies. That rabble just happens to be there. If history was to compare my enemies and numerous atrocities with the petty tyrants of the who came after me, Hitler and Stalin would be looked upon as malicious little thugs at play."

"Who's Hitler?" asked a puzzled Bakura.

To which Yami responded by laughing. "It questions such as that is why you and Marik should joined me in receiving a modern education."

"Bosh." Bakura snorted. "I was never one for such frivolous activities. Tis for those with can waste their days quoting dead men and making speeches."

"You are right in some respects." Yami scratched at his hair. Absently, he noted that it was getting too long. In already reached the middle of his biceps when it was down, in a couple months it would be touching his elbows. He would have it on the morrow. "You do understand, Tomb Raider, that in this day and age, it is a necessity to know more than how simply read menus and write your name and address."

"If it requires more than those basics, I leave those concerns to my light."

"You should not make yourself solely dependent on Ryou, Tomb Raider." Yami told him. "As he grows older and becomes more worldly, he will expect the same of you. Yet if you refuse to change, to grow with him, and make a place for yourself in this new world, you will lose your light and sink back into the ring."

"Do you harbor such a dreaded fear for yourself, Pharaoh?"

Yami shook his head, "I have no such fears. I am completely independent of Yuugi and he… He depends upon me."

"You will never change, Pharaoh?"

Yami gaze settled on the ring about Bakura's neck. He could feel the dark magic of trapped within the golden prison clamoring against their bonds. "That's where you are wrong, Tomb Raider."

"You are the same self serving tyrant of centuries ago."

"It is something you will never understand as long as you remain as you are." He looked away from the ring and it's bearer as he stretched out on the mat. "All I want is Yuugi being there when I want him, which is all the time. Yet this boy, this beautiful young man, he loves me unconditionally and completely knowing all my faults. Would you like to know where the irony lies in all of this?" A bitter chuckle escaped him.

"If serves to make you miserable, then of course." Bakura quipped.

Yami nodded. "The twisted part of this drama is that I worship him. He is the only person I felt this way for in my long life. Had I any doubt of either of our affections, they have been eradicated. Yuugi and I will survive this. We have already made amends and our relationship will be stronger, in the long run."

Bakura looked at him questioningly. "Pharaoh," the Raider inquired cautiously, breaking the heavy silence that had fallen over them.

"Yes?" Beyond the doors of the room they occupied, people were still only with their insignificant lives without a true care in the world. Yami both resented and envied them. How dare they be happy and monotonous while he and his light suffered? The selfish masses, nothing interrupted their idiotic lives except the occasional earthquake or bad weather or an especially heinous act of terrorism. Other than that nothing shook their safe little worlds. Just a week before, he was apart of that same monotonous little bubble: Going to school, do stuff for dueling tournament and promotion, seducing Yuugi, making love with Yuugi, falling asleep with Yuugi in his arms and then starting over.

He missed Yuugi. His body ached to be with him, to touch him, kissing him…he just wanted to be with him. He wanted his Yuugi.

"Pharaoh." Bakura called him for the fifth time.

A low growl emanated from the other. His daydream of a very compliant and wet Yuugi was interrupted but that white haired freak. "What the hell do you want?"

"There was rumor, during the war…"

Taking several deep breaths to calm himself, Yami snapped. "Go on."

Bakura drew in a deep breath before spoke. "During the Shadow War, you turned against Ra."

After a tense moment before Yami replied. "It is true."

"Is it possible that our Gods chose to seek their revenge on you by attacking your hikari?"

He had entertained the same idea before, yet he highly doubted it was them. "As I told you before, they would not." he said finally.

"You seem certain of this?"

"I am. That rabble feared me and the Shadows when I lived. Even now, in their weak and powerless states, they cower in terror at my current existence."

"Then who has done this?" Bakura had to admit that he was slightly worried himself. To challenge the Pharaoh was insane, the man was the vessel of the dark magic and was the most powerful sorcerer

"Does it matter?"

His answer was a slap across the face. Bakura was top of him before Yami could react and the suddenly enraged former thief had pinioned him to the floor. "It matters," Bakura voice was thick with emotion and he was shaking with rage. "It matters because I lost my father at Suten-henen (Herakleopolis) and was made an orphan because of your damned Shadow War."

Yami shoved him off and quickly rolled to his knees. "I warned you, Tomb Raider, to never touch me again." He growled.

Bakura turned on him with murder in his eyes. "You owe me."

"I owe you nothing." Yami shot back.

"Your lust for power killed my family. Unlike you, Pharaoh, I cared for my parents and siblings." The former thief snarled. "I did not want to lose them."

"My intentions were to free Kemet from that lot of miscreants who dared to call themselves gods." Yami roared at him.

"You allied yourself to Set and damned us all to Tuat," Bakura rasped. "You condemned us to darkness and torment. Damn you, Pharaoh, I was sacrificed for your greed."

"I was betrayed." Yami told him. "I was betrayed long before I became Pharaoh."

"Who could betray the child of darkness?" the thief sneered.

"That bitch." Yami said spitefully. "My father's wife and my royal stepmother. The whore who wanted to put her misbegotten brat on my throne. She tried to take everything from me including my life. She had convinced my father that I was evil and that I was mad. My father fell for her tricks; even the gods believed her lies and soon, no one trusted me. How silly of them. They had forgotten who I was." He glanced down at his watch then stood up. "Believe this or not Bakura, you not sacrificed for something as simple as greed. The Shadows and I chose you to be the guardian of the ring."

"What?" the spirit cried in disbelief.

"Everything that I have ever do and shall continue to do has been meticulously though out to the most minor detail." Yami walked over to his black gym bag and scooped it up. "I did not become the ruler in Kemet by being sloppy."

"I don't understand?"

"I though you knew everything about me through the rumors, thief." Yami flashed him a cocky grin as he removed the tape from his hands.

"You can go straight to hell." Bakura growled.

"I've already been there and it was an interesting place. Bad décor, yet what would one expect for the land of eternal suffering and damnation?" Yami replied nonplussed. "And I will gladly sent you and that bleached blond freak there for an extended stay and dip your worthless little lights in that fiery river."

"When you refer to your hikari, don't you mean 'she'?" Bakura asked maliciously.

Yami's eyes narrowed sharply. "And on my way home, maybe I should pay a little visit to that sniveling, servile bitch you call your hikari."

Bakura shook his head. "Spare Ryou, Pharaoh. Your displeasure is with me."

Something in Yami snapped. He threw his bag across the room and plowed into the wall. "Every goddamned thing in this forsaken world fucking displeases me." He fell to his knees as he continued to pound the wall. "Yuugi is an innocent. He should not be forced to suffer for my actions. I had done unspeakable things to many innocent people. I walked roughshod over everything for I wanted to rule my kingdom without fear of those pathetic curs and that foreign witch. I did what I believed to have correct thing to protect myself and my kingdom. I am not sorry for a damned thing I had done. I admit to killing my father and the bitch and their child. I admit that I condemned hundreds of my own people death. Yet it had to be done for Kemet future. I had to do it."

"The gods tried to kill you?" The soft question hung in the tense air.

Yami dropped his hands. "My own father wanted to kill me. I did not worship the Gods and had no use for their priests or anyone who worshiped them. I though it odd that I, who as child played with magic and who was blessed with a power that rivaled the Gods, should I bow and scrap before them. Them or anyone for that matter? Ra and the others abandoned me and embraced that bitch's child because he chose to bow down before them. No one was going to take anything from me. The Shadows protect me from harm and promised me eternity. I did not need the Gods in my life nor did I need them in Kemet." Slowly, he raised his face. Bakura would have gasped, but he held his emotions at bay. Yami's face was the same; it just beneath the surface Bakura saw the Shadows and the Darkness. Black magic. Cruelty, malice, and greed. "I am so far beyond the Gods reach…"

"So they attacked your hikari."

"They would not do something as foolish. That rabble fears me." Yami told him for the third time.

"Then who has done this?" He hated to admit, but the Pharaoh revelations and his strange behavior had disconcerted him. All this talk of Gods and betrayal had unsettled the brash and fearless Tomb Raider. However, now he found himself wanting to laugh at his own ignorance. For years he though he understood the Shadow Magic. Apparently he knew less about than that idiot Pegasus or the lunatic. Moreover, it looks like Marik did not know much either. Scared text his ass, Bakura scoffed. Foolish temple guards and priests, they had no idea of what it meant to control the Shadows Magic.

Yami was aware of Bakura's thoughts. It was hard for him not to be since the fool always wore that blasted Sennen Ring. Normally it would have amused him to have the Tomb Raider cowering in fear of him, but tonight, it did not matter. Yet the greedy little gutter trash did surprise Yami with his persistent questioning. Everything did seem to lead back to Gods of Kemet. Yet he would have know had them moved against him or Yuugi. The Sennen Puzzle would have destroyed them if they had come within the range of Yuugi's spirit.

Yet, if it had not been those cowards in Sekhet-hetep (Field of Peace) who had attacked Yuugi. Then who it would have been someone or something coming for him since he conquered death. But who? Who was insane enough to do this?

He sat back on his heels as he reached up and tucked his hair behind his ears. "I'm going to head out, thief. Do you want a ride home?"

The other Egyptian gawked in disbelief, which quickly became disbelief. "No offense, Pharaoh, but you have more mood swings than that lunatic Marik."

Yami relaxed somewhat, he even laughed. "What is that saying-Ah, I needed to vent and to my everlasting surprise, you listened, even when I threatened to kill your hikari."

Bakura shrugged. "I assumed you had needed to 'vent' so I chose help you out, this time, Pharaoh."

"Yes, sure." Yami rolled back into a standing position. "Man, I need to get laid."

The former tomb raider backed up then, shaking his head wildly. "Oh, I'm not going there."

Yami peered down his nose contemptuously at the slightly bedraggled white maned man in the old work out clothes and well-worn running shoes. "You twisted little prick. You think I would lower myself to fuck you? Hell no. I would never feel clean after the act. Goddamn Nile river trash. I would cut my own dick off before I touched you in a sexual manner."

Bakura was abashed, and then he was angry. "What? You think you're too good for me?"

"Honestly? Yes." Was the blunt reply.

And Bakura was seeing red. "You egotistical son of bitch, not that I would want to sleep with you at all, but you would damn lucky to get a piece of this. Motherfucker."

Yami snorted. "Lucky if I walked away without an STD, you nasty looking, white-haired, inbred…"

"Inbred!" Bakura screamed. "Inbred…"

"Yes, you do know the definition of the word-" The former pharaoh sneered.

"Like you have the balls to call anyone inbred you fucking bastard of incest!" The thief was actually foaming at the mouth. "Screw that. I am going to kick your ass."

Yami spread his arms wide with a cocky grin on his face. "Come on, bitch."

Bakura growled, "I'm going to fuck your pretty face up, your Majesty." And with that, the white haired youth lunged to his feet. With a harsh cry, he charged the seemingly unprepared, somewhat thinner, and shorter man.

Yami's cheeky grin became feral sneer. It had been a long time since he had been in a good physical fight. He was going to enjoy this.

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