Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Girl Trouble ❯ Chapter Ten ( Chapter 10 )

Title: Girl Trouble

Author: Sean Wright

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

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Chapter Ten

Yami closed the door behind him as waited for Bakura to answer him.

The white haired spirit had made himself comfortable on the back of the Motou's couch. He was flipping through a magazine that Yami's face graced the cover of before he negligently tossed it aside.

"I had come to speak with you. Motou-san informed me that you had departed for your morning lectures so I decided to wait for you to return."

Yami frowned slightly, "I do not enjoy having you in my home or around Yuugi unless I demand your presence, Thief."

Bakura inclined his head, "I come to you in the greatest urgency, Pharaoh." The spirit of the Ring said dropping into their native tongue.

"Great Urgency" could have meant anything from the end of the world to Bakura needing a ride, neither ranked too high on Yami's list of importance right now. If he stayed around listening to Bakura he was going to be late.

"Whatever it is you can tell me on the way to my car." Yami said grudgingly. "I have to fetch a book and check on Yuugi."

"Also, I was wondering if I could bum a ride to Tokyo." Bakura grinned.

What else was new, Yami muttered to himself as stepped past the other man and started for the stairs. "What would you have done if I didn't return?" He asked over his shoulder. Sometimes Yami's curiosity managed to get the better of him and with Bakura, he managed to tamp it down, but some times he just had to know how the little guttersnipe's logic worked.

"Taken the tram of course?"

"Of course," Yami shook his head in disgust as he asked, "Why didn't you do so in the first place?"

"Because I came over here for matter of great urgency." The thief snapped impatiently.

"How you get to Tokyo is that not important." Yami told him.

"You are not listening to me."

"You are right. I'm not-"

"I'm trying to tell you-in a nice way-that someone is after your light."

"Old news, Bakura." Yami growled, his patience with the Thief was running thin until the blond sociopath said.

"It's not just the demon who altered him."

That caused the mighty Pharaoh to pause. Yami turned to confront the other, "What?" he demanded.

"Someone is trying to steal your light, Pharaoh." Bakura told him, his tone was deadly serious, "And I am afraid my light has been consorting with him."

"Him?"

"Do I get that ride now, Pharaoh?"

Yami told him to wait outside. First he wanted to check on Yuugi.

From the relative safety of the kitchen, Jin listened as the two men departed. He had been surprised when heard someone coming from upstairs shortly after he broke in. The heavy swearing and the foreign tongue alerted Jin to the fact that the person was not Yuugi. Thinking quickly, Jin ducked into the kitchen and hid in the pantry. He was glad he did, barely a moment later Moto returned. Jin heard the freak demand what the other was doing there. After that, he only low muttering, some in Japanese, most in a tongue Jin had never heard before. It got quiet all of sudden.

Jin waited a few minutes before he started to creep out of his hiding place, but quickly returned when he heard two people enter the kitchen.

"Are you sure you are up for this?" Yami inquired worriedly as he followed Yuugi into the kitchen.

"All I want to do is go bed and stay there." Yuugi told him.

"You should."

Yuugi frowned at him. "I have commitments, Yami." He said with mock patience.

"To me," the Pharaoh told him.

Yuugi wanted to roll his eyes, but Yami wouldn't have appreciated that. "I can't afford to miss anymore days. My grades could suffer and I lose all chance of getting into a good college. And then where would I be?"

"Do you doubt my abilities to take care of you?" Yami demanded hotly.

"Let's not do this right now, Yami," Yuugi sighed wearily.

"Answer me, Yuugi."

The boy closed his eyes as he rubbed at the spot between his brows. "Atemu, I don't doubt you." He looked up at him and smiled, "I know you would cut off your own arm for me. But you've got to get it through that incredibly thick, gorgeous head of yours that I do have a life outside you and that I want things that are separate from you. But it doesn't mean I don't love you."

"Yet you do not trust in my ability to provide you with a life style that-"

"You already do that!" Yuugi cried. "You bought my car. You have a fucking fit when I want to spend my own money. You have taken over my life. And I fine with that because I know how you are. But my having a life outside of us is not an attack on you as provider or as slight against you in anyway, damnit!"

Yami was not appeased. Yuugi glanced at the clock on the microwave helplessly. At this rate he was never going to make it to his third period class (which was what Yami wanted in the first place, sneaky bastard) or to school at all he needed to soothe that temper and assure him of his trust in under ten minutes.

Yuugi directed all his attention on Yami. It wasn't hard since he wanted to pull him back up stairs and throw him on this bed and make Yami beg. Yuugi glided up to his beloved, and taking a page out of Yami's own book he caressed him with a smoothing gaze. Sex was a game for Yami, points mattered, seduction was a carefully laid out strategy that demanded both skill and flare and Yuugi had been though well by this Egyptian lothario.

He started with a touch. Yami had sensitive hands. Long elegant fingers that smoothed, stroked, and seduced. Such talented fingers that played upon the flesh as maestro would an instrument. Yuugi didn't have time to lavish the proper attention on the ten digits as he would have liked, but he did not abandon him either. In an uncharacteristic bold gesture, Yuugi put Yami's hand under his shirt and placed them on his bra clad bosom. Yami's only reaction was raising his right brow. Had he been anyone, that lack of response would have been disappointing. But he wasn't just anyone. Yami's well schooled features and seemingly unemotional stare was all the response Yuugi needed to continue with his little game. He pushed his breast into Yami's palms, as small moan escaped his lips as Yami's hands roughly scrapped his sensitive nipples. Until that moment, Yuugi thought that was a down side for his period. The gasp caused Yami's eyes to narrow slightly and curious hands to wonder. Yami's cool fingers on his fevered flesh was a welcome and to show his appreciation and in the spirit of his game, Yuugi leaned into Yami, letting the other feel his entire body pressed against his…And Yami's control snapped.

Yuugi was surprised when Yami's hands dropped down to his waist and hauled him up to his eye level. He forced Yuugi to wrap his legs about his waist and then Yami attached him.

Yami had only one round of sex with Yuugi that morning and that wasn't' enough to make up for the three weeks without him. He was a man deprived, starving for that intimacy and possession that came when ever he took Yuugi. His classes and Yuugi's be damned. He wanted him and he was not going to stop until he had the hell out of him.

As soon as Yami's mouth touched his, all other thoughts vanished from Yuugi's mind. He wrapped his around Yami's neck, opening his mouth to allow his other to enter and devour him. Their kiss was wild and hungry. Both young men were ravenous in the desire for one another. They tore at their clothes, eager hands gliding over supple skin, hard muscles, and soft flesh.

Yuugi moaned and whimpered as Yami ripped his mouth from his only to cry out in shock as Yami scraped his teeth over his bared neck. He clutched convulsively at him, nearly sobbing after Yami raised him higher to suckle his right breast.

His long hair fell over them, the ruby stained ebony locks mingled with Yami's dark stains and blended together perfectly and reminded him how perfect he fit with Yami.

Yuugi's eyes drifted close in pure bliss, he trusted Yami knowing he would not hurt him or let him fall. He trusted him and let Yami feel it the truth of his words through their bond. Yami's arms tightened about his waist just as a warm rush of Yami's affections surrounded him.

//Aisheteru,// Yuugi whispered. Lazily he drew his fingers through Yami's hair, knowing for the moment his jealous lover was content and at peace.

Slowly, Yami lowered Yuugi, he kept their bodies pressed close, not wanting to break the contact between them. /I would be lost without you./ he replied as he nipped at Yuugi's bottom lip.

/You do not mean it./ Yuugi dipped his head to press his lightly parted lips against Yami's.

/Of course I do,/ Yami tighten his hold about Yuugi's waist, /You are my life./ Yami glanced at the clock on the range. He just had to give up on the only class he had planned to attend that morning. /I'll drop you off at school./ He let Yuugi go only after another brief, yet hard kiss. "Grab your bag. I'll be outside with Bakura."

Yuugi's eyes were fogged with lust. It took a moment for what Yami said to register nor did it help that his legs were trembling. When he finally came to his senses, Yuugi realized something was wrong. The top of his uniform and his bra were missing. He frowned, clearly puzzled by this, since Yami's sweater and leather jacket lay in a puddle their feet.

"Yami," he gestured at the floor. "Where are my clothes?"

"Burning in Taut." The former Pharaoh growled out. His brief two second war with the bra had caused him to send everything on the upper half of Yuugi's body to the Shadow Realm. All that damn wire and those little clasps! How was man to strip his lover naked if he had to fight with damned piece of clothing!

Yuugi said nothing more, Yami expression told him everything. Silently, Yuugi bend down to pick up Yami's sweater. He pulled it own while he wondered over to the refrigerator. "Well I want them back. I don't have time to iron another shirt and that was the only damned bra that didn't feel like it was choking the life out of me." He pulled open the door and tried to find his uneaten cookie dough.

He hadn't heard Yami move, he only felt knew he hand when he felt his warm body pressed against his back. Yami reached around him and in his left hand were Yuugi's top and jacket and tie. He started to reach for them, but his hands clenched before he drew them back to encircle Yami's neck as the Pharaoh began nuzzling the juncture between Yuugi's neck and right shoulder.

"Ah," Yuugi stuttered when Yami brought his tongue in to play, "Damn, Yami-" he tried to turn around, but Yami held him in place. "You don't play fair." His voice broke off on a whimper as pleasure coursed through his body. This was not fair by any means! The cheating bastard just couldn't turn down a game until he had won. Even if it was just fooling around with his boyfriend who wanted to go to school…

School!

"Shit!" Yuugi yelped as he pulled away from Yami's embrace. "Damn, you." He shoved his clothes into Yami's arms then ripped off the sweater and tossed it to the floor. "You are a shameless bastard." he grumbled as he rooted out the evil contraption that cut into his skin. "You deliberately kept me preoccupied just to keep me from going to school this morning."

Yami sigh wistfully as he watched Yuugi slip his arms through the thin straps, "It would have worked too. We could have gone back upstairs and fooled around all day."

Yuugi gave him a dirty look. "Don't you have classes."

"Nothing that is too important." He handed Yuugi his shirt, then he reached out to help him button it. "Really, Hikari, why are you so eager to be in class today? You are sick and can feel the fatigue rolling off you in waves." He slipped the simple blue tie about Yuugi's neck and deftly secured the knot while Yuugi pulled on his jacket. "I want to stay in bed with you."

Yuugi stretched up on tip toe and pressed a light kiss against Yami's lips. "I want that too, but I can't fail out high school, love." He said softly, "But I promise, next year and for the rest of our lives, I will indulge your every whim, dream, fantasy, and desire that you will have." He punctuated each word with a light kiss before Yami claimed his lips.

The room had become quiet again and Jin risked another look outside and his heart stopped.

His eyes fell on the pair standing before the open refrigerator yet they were oblivious to it and everything around them except for each other. Jin's gut clenched as he Moto's arms tightened about Yuugi slight form and draw her closer. A soft moan escaped her lips as she tightened her hold about Moto's shoulders and pulled herself up to deepen their kiss. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy as Moto mauled her body.

It sickened him to watch him use her-to touch her and she pretend to enjoy it.

"All I can say is this," Ryou said in conspiratorial whisper. "Yuugi is not happy with Yami Moto."

"Then why doesn't she just leave him?"

"She is afraid him." Ryou explained, "Yuugi tried to end things between them last year but Moto attacked her beat her so severely-"

"Didn't her grandfather do something or at least call the cops on his ass?"

Ryou reached for his drink with a brief shake of his head. "He was out of town when it happened and did not return until a few afterwards. Yuugi had lied to us all and said that she had been attacked by a house breaker. And I admit that I did believe her…"

"But you don't now."

Ryou met his graze then, his dark brown eyes sad and filled with pain for his friend. "The day you met Yuugi was the same day she had finally told me the truth about her relationship with Moto. I am filled with rage and indignity for her, but I am not a strong man. Moto would kill me if I attempted to-"

"Don't say another word." Jin ordered harshly. "The bastard. I will make him regret the day he ever laid a finger on her."

A soft, half shy smile touched Ryou's lips as relief filled his features. "Thank you Jin. I knew I could trust you."

Yami had to put down his cup of coffee before he even took his first sip. Behind his dark sunglasses, his blood red eyes widened in shock as the enormity of the situation became clear to him.

"I can't believe it." He said quietly.

Seated across from him in at the secluded table in the back of Yami's favorite haunts, Bakura stopped picking at his raisin scone long enough to flash the surprised young king one of his trademark superior sneers.

"I never thought my Hikari housed such deep bane of malevolence."

"I always assumed Malik was the deranged one." Yami sipped his drink. He lowered his cup immediately. "While I admire Ryou's ingenuity, it does bother me that he chose to involve Yuugi in his little game."

"Actually, Pharaoh, you involved your light when chose to loose your cool and whip up on that mortal." Long legs in a short blue skirt had the Spirit of the Ring half turning in his seat to watch the girl pass.

"You are a rake." Yami muttered in appreciation.

"I am a free man with a healthy libido," he corrected. "If you weren't so obsessed with controlling every aspect of little Yuugi's life, you too could be appeasing your sexual appetites on this wonderful bevy of feminine beauty in its many delights."

"No thank you," he replied magnanimously, "Yuugi more than satisfy my needs."

Bakura snorted, "Faggot."

"Remember I will take out my displeasure against you on Ryou." Yami reminded him.

"You wouldn't dare." Bakura said with conviction, "You wouldn't dare ruin your own fun."

"True." A smile as dark and cruel as any of Bakura's graced Yami's handsome face. "Your light has provided me with a most wonderful gift. How shall I ever repay him for this gesture?"

"Just let us be there when you rip Jin's beating heart from his chest." Bakura murmured in their ancient language while he smiled up at their waitress. "You are quiet lovely," he drawled, "I would consider it a pleasure and honor if you agree to accept my telephone number."

Ah, one of the things Yami loved about his relationship with Yuugi. He did not have to waste time with pick up lines or trying to impress someone who he might not like at the end of the date. No, with Yuugi it had been simple, easy. Scorching, soulful looks filled with yearning. Lingering touches, fleeting caresses and one long, aching kiss had that delicious boy at Yami sensual mercy.

Which brought him back to their encounter that morning in the kitchen? He had missed his class and Yuugi had been terribly late, but it had been worth it just to remind Yuugi that he was still wanted despite his form. Yami admitted that it had been rather awkward there the first moment he went to claim Yuugi. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman and he had often preferred male lovers to women. He had always proven to be au fait in the art of amour. Nor had the years of madness since his death and restoration caused him to forget the countless ways of pleasure. But then there was no arguing about taste. He enjoyed men, he loved their bodies, the smell, the taste and Yuugi had been his idea of the perfect man. Yuugi had complained that he wanted his dick back, not as much as Yami did. Sure the breast was nice and Yuugi's new vignia was fit him like a soft, leather glove (he planned to use that and ride it like mad and as often as he could until he restored his light to proper form.) But there was no substitute for a cock plain and simple.

With indifference, Yami watched Bakura put both Honda and Ryou to shame. He had to admit, the lice ridden guttersnipe had a style and technique that seemed to work well on the opposite sex. But if Bakura could be a sex magnate it only served to reason (if not at all) Ryou that a closet psychopath. Yami was not impressed that Ryou would attempt to have one of his rivals killed. It was the idea itself of Ryou, wimpy little, easily scared shitless Ryou was doing it. Now he could have easily believed Bakura was just making it up to keep him from killing the effeminate little dandy one day. But Bakura could not lie to him nor could Ryou lie to Bakura.

By the Gods, little Ryou had finally grown up and he was a vicious motherfucker.

Yami finished off his espresso, a pensive look in his dark eyes as he recalled that evening he saw Yuugi in the arms of another man.

It rankled-no, it still pissed him off all to hell, that the little bit of dog shit had dared to touch his light. Apparently this Hideyo Jin bastard, didn't not know who the fuck he just crossed. Hideyo Jin had to die, Yami decided. Before this game was over with, he was going to make that wart faced coward beg and scream for his life while he let the Shadows loose on his flesh and then he was fucking kill him and keep him alive while he fed his still beating heart to the shadows and maybe then he just might let him die. But only after he beg for Yami's forgiveness for daring to touch and lust after Yuugi. A malicious grin stretched the Pharaoh's cruel lips as visions of blood and ruined limbs danced about his head. Since he could not touch Kaiba, Ryou had given him the next best thing.

****

Yuugi had been excused from gym after vomiting on the floor of the girls' locker room. He got a lot of sympathy from his fellow suffers of this hated affliction and more than one offer of Midol.

Luckily the school day was ending which meant he could go home and crawl into bed with a heating pad for his back and his stomach. That rotten Alieve just wasn't working but Yuugi was stubborn in his refusal to take the girly-meds, there would be no Midol going his mouth. Another vicious cramp ripped at his guts. Yuugi bit back whimper as he tightened his already white knuckled fist even more. He was a man, a man would suck this shit up and ignore this pain-But damn it, when it feels like you kicked in the gut by a horse repeatedly, not even the strongest man in the world could ignore that type of pain.

Yuugi squeezed his eyes shut as he wrapped his arms about his waist. He hurt. His back hurt, his stomach hurt, even his tailbone was throbbing from pain. Damnit, if it didn't stop soon he was going to-A sharp tap on the back of his head had Yuugi half turning in his seat and a snarl on his lips. Behind him Anzu held out two white little pills and her water bottle.

She winked at him. "I promise, they won't turn you into a girl or something." She said quietly.

All protest and pretense were forgotten as Yuugi downed the nasty little disks without a sip of water.

Anzu's lips curled in disgust. Trust a guy to do something that sick.

There was no immediate effect, Yuugi cursed the so called feminine wonder drug and went back to rubbing his sore, cramped stomach. God, when would that final bell ring?

As soon as that last bell rang, Yuugi tried to run from the classroom, but another intense wave of pain swamped him and he remained in his seat. He was going to kill her. Yuugi swore when Yami finally caught the bitch that did this to him, he was going to kick her ass then break her fucking neck..

Anzu stood before him, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she watched Yuugi for a moment before she bent down and picked up his bag. After a moment Yuugi was able to open his eyes, the pain abated enough for him to move.

Anzu shook her head at him. "I warned you that this would happen."

"Shut up." He groused as he gingerly rose to his feet. The last thing he needed was Anzu following behind him with her tired chorus of `I-told-you-so' in his ears.

"You should have taken something as you felt a the slight bit of-"

"Don't start bitching at me. I'm in the mood to do some serious ass kicking." Yuugi growled. He winced when his lower back protested against his moving.

She ignored his blustering, Yuugi was half hunched over in pain from his cramps. Serves him right, she smirked to herself. Yuugi was the typical insensitive guy when Anzu had her periods. He along with Jou and Honda used to tell her to shake it off or complain about her tampons if they were prowling through her stuff. She just could help but feel vindicated that one of them was suffering. And by the way Yuugi was groaning and doubled over, he was suffering bad.

The pair made it outside. Someone called out to Yuugi, Anzu caught the word rag before the jerk was shut up.

"Hey, Yug, Anzu, wait up."

Okay, Yuugi decided that God hated him. Jou had jogged over to them after punch the daylight out of the smart ass. Yuugi didn't know what possessed the blond boy to smack his sore tail bone or why Jou's hand was going that low in the first nor did he care. Jou never knew what hit him.

When he looked up, Yuugi had stalked off and Anzu was running trying to catch up with him. Slowly, Jou sat up and gingerly touched his throbbing jaw. He had forgotten that Yuugi had a nasty right hook.

Yuugi went outside the gates and down the line of cars waiting to pick up students. He was tired and ready to go home, but he couldn't Yami's car anywhere. Damn it, he wished he had worn his puzzle today. Without it, he couldn't communicate with Yami unless they had direct contact with each other.

He dropped down on one of the cold stone benches. Yuugi stuffed his hands inside his trouser pockets to ward off the chill. How could he have been so stupid as to leave his overcoat in his locker? It felt like January out here instead of November. God what was wrong with him?

A shadow fell over him, Yuugi cursed the idiot standing in front of him blocking out what little warmth he was getting from the sun. He looked up, ready to tear into the person in a PMS induced rage, when he met warm, familiar chestnut brown eyes.

Jin knew he was taking a risk. That Moto was a crazy bastard who didn't care where he was when he got into a fight, but at that moment Jin didn't care. He had to talk to Yuugi, to touch her…The need to feel her soft skin and taste her berry stained lips was so overwhelming that it hurt him.

Jin stepped out of the crowd of high school students and made his way over to his obsession. He came to stop before her and waited patiently for Yuugi to notice him. He watched in slight shuddered went though Yuugi's body before the girl lifted her head with a curse already on her pretty lips.

Yuugi swallowed the blistering oath and blushed, embarrassed because his already messed hormones decided to go further beyond just whacked. He was turning into a raving lunatic. Yuugi took a deep breath and counted to ten before he asked Jin why he was at his school.

"I thought it was rather obvious," the other guy joked. He dropped down to his haunches, consciously giving Yuugi the height advantage as well as humbling himself before this angel. "After that fantastic kiss in your grandfather's shop," he reached up one hand to cup Yuugi's chin, "I just had to have another…" He stretched forward as he drew Yuugi forward, ready to indulge in a fantasy he held onto since their last kiss only to be denied by irritating interruption.

"Hey, Yug!" Jou had spotted the multicolored head from the gates and shouted to his friend.

Yuugi jerked back from Jin, horror in shone in his lavender eyes as he realized what he had almost done. Jin started to reach from him again, but Yuugi evaded his hands and stood up quickly.

"You have to leave," he said imploringly as Jin rose at his side. Yuugi cast a frantic look over his shoulder and saw his two friends making their way to him. He knew the exact moment Jou noticed Jin and Yuugi saw his friend's eyes became sharp slits as he sized Jin up.

Yuugi wanted to scream in frustration, Jin was not moving away from him, only the opposite, and he was getting closer! And so were Jou and Anzu, who also noticed Jin. Yuugi would have fled the scene and the impending confrontations except Anzu had his bag and in reality, where would he go?

He felt Jin touch his right hand. He fingered the elegantly craved white gold band on his ring finger before Yuugi pulled his hand away.

"How can you be with someone who doesn't appreciate you?" Although his voice was softer than a whisper, Yuugi heard the rage and disgust quiet clearly.

He met Jin's gaze, confusion showed on Yuugi's face. "What are you talking about?" He asked in return.

"Yami Moto," his admirer ground out harshly. "He doesn't love you, Yuugi. You have to see that-"

This had gone far enough. Yuugi didn't know what was going on with Jin nor did he really care at that moment. He had a made a mistake by kissing him, but it just one time and it would never happen again. He started to tell Jin just that but his friend appeared in his line of sight.

"Yo, Yug," Jou draped a possessive arm about his friend's shoulders as he made himself apart of this conversation. To Jin he said, "I haven't seen you around here before."

Now it was Jin's turn to size up the rangy youth with his hands on Yuugi. The kid was tall, looked fairly athletic and his attitude was just daring Jin to make the first move. Jin knew the kid was spoiling for a fight. Fortunately for him, Jin had no intentions of providing him with the beat down he deserved.

Luckily a pretty girl, the same one from this morning that Yuugi beamed with a package of panties joined them.

"Damn, Jou." She panted as she shoved a heavy pack at the blond. "I told you to take Yuugi's bag."

Yuugi was looking for any excuse to crawl out of this mess and his bag provided. "Oh, shit!" he cried as he made a pretense of checking his bag for his coat. "Don't tell me I left my coat in my locker! Damn, my keys are in there too."

"I can understand why you forgot it," Anzu smirked, "You've been too busy trying to…"

Over Yuugi's head, Jou and Jin continued their staring contest. Yuugi and Anzu were forgotten until they heard a horn sound and then Bakura shouted, "Yuugi, get in here before your boyfriend-"

"C'mon, Yuugi." Anzu ducked between the two guys and caught Yuugi's arm and dragged him over to the line of cars.

Bakura got out, rather he was roughly shoved out of the front passenger seat and just caught himself on the door just avoiding knocking Yuugi over. The two exchanged apologetic glances before Bakura turned to give Yami a piece of his mind. Yuugi slipped into the front seat and Yami kissed him in greeting.

"You look tired, Hikari," he murmured as he gave him a mental caress.

Yuugi slumped back in his seat and closed his eyes. "You were right, I should have stayed at home." He yawned broadly.

"I'll take you home."

Anzu managed to squeeze in beside Bakura and the white haired thief and leaned over the front seat, "Yami, I need a ride to the tram."

"Do I look like a taxi?"

"Yes." She said smartly.

"Get out."

"You owe me." She reminded him.

Yami muttered under his breath, "Harpy."

She retorted with saucy, "Jackass."

"Yami," Yuugi groaned in pain. "Damnit, Anzu! Stop flirting with Yami, you harlot! You I know I am dying!"

"Once you dead, I can move in on the grieving widower and become the next Mrs. Yami Moto." She leaned over and brushed a kiss again Yuugi's sullen mouth.

"Yeah," Bakura cheered from the back, "That's what I'm talking about. Hot girl on girl action."

Anzu dropped down in the back seat and made an obscene gesture. "You are such a pervert, Bakura."

"I'm not the one playing tonsil hockey with the Pharaoh's light." The ancient youth smiled knowingly at her.

Anzu shrieked and swatted at his left arm. "You creep! Get your damned hand off my tight."

Yami fought down a laugh as he put the car in gear and eased into traffic. He glanced over at Yuugi, a gentle smile on his face as he watched his lover sleep. He reached out and smoothed a silken golden strain from Yuugi's eyes and unconsciously Yuugi leaned into his touch.

This was what it was all about, Yami said to himself as he caressed Yuugi's slipping face a final time before he directed his attention to the traffic and the road. Just him and Yuugi. No one was going to ever separate them; Neither God nor mortal would ever breach their bond, for if one tried; Yami vowed to would make sure they would regret it. Death would just be the beginning of their suffering.

And Hideyo Jin would be the example for which all should know that he meant it.