Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Gravity of Love ❯ The Gravity of Love: Part 2 ( Chapter 4 )

Hey, all! What I would first like to say is…PLEASE DON'T KILL ME FOR TAKING SO LONG TO UPDATE! SCHOOL IS TAKING OVER MY ENTIRE LIFE!

 

Secondly, I would like to thank everyone for their awesome reviews! I got very enthusiastic feedback from everyone which I am grateful for.

 

Now, this is only the first part of Chapter 4. This part is twice as long as the second part, so I might add more to the second part before I release it. But, since the second part is approximately 8 pages already, a lot of people would still consider it a long chapter. I will think on it and decide. However, in the meantime, enjoy the first part and R&R!!!

 

Disclaimer: I do not own, so do not sue. The storyline is mine.

 

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Gravity of Love: Chapter 4

 

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Crimson eyes studied the carpet distraughtly. Remnants of tears lingered at their sooty edges. What had happened?

 

Looking down, he viewed heavily-flushed features. Looking back up, he surveyed the light of the dying sun as it made its way across the carpeted floor.

 

Not ten minutes before, Yuugi had disintegrated into tears within his arms. Not more than a minute later, he had collapsed from sheer exhaustion. Not more than thirty seconds after that, Yami had started to cry like he never remembered crying before.

 

What had happened?

 

Whispering, a hand brushed across a flushed cheek. Leaning down, Yami brushed noses with Yuugi. Looking down, ruby eyes absorbed the sight of Yuugi's parted lips.

 

Remembering the desire he had to make them his and being consumed by it again, Yami hastily turned his head away.

 

He did not understand those feelings and, because he did not understand them, they were dangerous. Of course he wanted to indulge in them, of course he wanted to share a kiss with Yuugi, express how much he cared through that one simple gesture, but, at the moment, he did not think it would be wise. Something was really upsetting his young charge and he did not think a kiss would help the situation much. Granted, he did have a feeling that, if he discovered the meaning of these feelings, than he would have unlocked the key to Yuugi's sorrow, but indulging in them was not going to help him realize their meaning. Thinking would and that was what he had to do.

 

Looking down at his charge with sorrow-filled ruby eyes, Yami moved Yuugi's head off his lap and onto the couch cushion.

 

Getting up off the couch, Yami worriedly looked down at Yuugi one last time before he slowly made his way toward the kitchen.

 

“I'm going to make some tea.”

 

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The first thing he heard was something that sounded like a teapot. Next, mugs being placed on a countertop. Then, a sigh and footsteps coming closer?

 

Opening his weary amethyst eyes and turning his head in the direction of the approaching footsteps, Yuugi found his vision blocked by the upturned couch pillow. Wanting to know who was approaching but being too tired to really fight for it, Yuugi gave up and rested his head back against the couch pillow.

 

Coming around the side of the couch, Yami leaned over and deposited two mugs of tea on the coffee table.

 

Looking to check up on his charge, Yami was surprised to see a set of tired, half-lidded amethysts staring back at him. Widening briefly albeit softening the next second, Yami knelt down to Yuugi's level.

 

“Feeling better?”

 

Hearing his dark's rumbling words, Yuugi closed his eyes and nodded weakly.

 

“What happened?”

 

Searching his light's features subtly for any sign of memory, Yami found none.

 

Not wishing to trigger Yuugi's memory incase a repeat of earlier happened, Yami kept it as simple as possible.

 

“You passed out.”

 

Opening his eyes, Yuugi's brow scrunched up briefly, his eyebrows knitting together, as a look of confusion dawned on his soft features. He continued to look at Yami as though soundlessly asking for clarification.

 

Seeing this look and picking up on the silent question, Yami filled his light in a bit better.

 

“You upset yourself to the point of hyperventilating and you fainted.”

 

Nodding, albeit subtly to show Yami he understood, Yuugi looked away from his dark to survey the room quietly, sitting up slightly in the process.

 

“What happened while I was out? And how long have I been out exactly?”

 

Smiling gently, Yami silently watched as Yuugi continued to survey the room through tired amethyst eyes.

 

“With regards to your second question: you have been out for a couple of hours and, with regards to your first, nothing has happened. In all that time, the only productive thing I have been able to do is make tea.”

 

Quirking his lip slightly, Yami casually swept his hand in the general direction of the coffee table where the two mugs still sat, steaming.

 

Hearing his Yami's joking, matter-of-fact tone, Yuugi's mood brightened marginally. His amethysts brightened, his lids rose, and he sat up straighter, leaving the blanket Yami had covered him with to pool in his lap.

 

Seeing the change, Yami's expression softened and, when Yuugi turned back to him, he was met with the tender expression.

 

Seeing this, Yuugi blushed and turned his head away. This only caused Yami's expression to soften more.

 

He loved these simple moments, the moments when it was just him and Yuugi and they could share the comfort of each other's company. He especially cherished them nowadays when things between Yuugi and him had become especially stressed…

 

On this thought, Yami's features dimmed. He needed to talk to Yuugi about what was bothering him and what better time than now when Yuugi seemed to be open with him?

 

Taking a deep breath, Yami struggled to fortify his courage. Briefly closing his eyes, measured breathes were taken in through his nose and out through his mouth as he attempted to reign in his doubt and project his confidence onto his scattered, unsure conscience. Ruby sparked under closed lids for a time, lids fluttering slightly as the silent battle continued to rage within him.

 

Yuugi watched silently from the couch as all this took place. His amethyst eyes raked over his darkness's concentrated expression, subconsciously marveling at his dark, exotic appearance, his slanted eyes, his pert nose, his full lips, his bronze elegance…violet eyes fell to the lips presented before him. Swirling slightly, amethyst eyes lidded marginally. Oh, how he desperately wished to kiss them…

 

Taking one more measured breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, Yami shook his head slightly to rid his mind of his scattered thoughts, before crimson eyes opened and fell on his young charge. The look Yuugi gave him distracted him, a spark of electricity jerking through him, shocking him somewhat, as blood rushed to his features. To Yuugi, the added color in his darkness' face, although somewhat hidden behind his coloring, made him even more alluring. It must have showed in his eyes, as Yami flushed even more, breaking eye contact with Yuugi to unseeingly study the carpet as he vainly attempted to recollect his muddled thoughts.

 

The look Yuugi had just given him…he couldn't remember ever seeing something so…what was the word? Excited? No. Serious? Definitely not. Sweeping over the carpet, crimson gaze filled with slight concern, brows knitting together and face becoming one of worry as he tried with all his might to find the one word that would accurately describe how Yuugi had just gazed at him. That gaze had sent electricity sparking through him, it had set his nerves on fire, it had stirred something deep within him, the exact same something that had drawn him to almost kiss Yuugi a few hours prior…his expression almost became one of panic. All these feelings…if it wasn't proven before that they were linked with his charges current predicament and their failing relationship, it was now. The feelings, they were cropping up everywhere…from when he simply held his charge in his arms and comforted him to how he was struck at odd intervals by the insane desire to kiss him. Briefly glancing up to look at his aibou, Yami hastily bit his lip to restrain himself slightly as he saw Yuugi looking at him with the same look as before. However, this time the experience was a bit worse, as the look was coupled with Yuugi's heavy breathing. Bowing his head slightly, and scrunching his eyes shut, Yami fought the flow of feelings that had him wanting to do everything imaginable to his young charge.

 

Shaking his head from side to side, Yami vainly tried to calm himself as his body started reacting in the exact same way it had a couple of hours ago. Feeling the heat and biting his lip a bit more harshly as a moan threatened to bubble past his lips, Yami finally arrived on the word the most accurately described the look Yuugi had and was still giving him: Sensual.

 

Knowing the feelings and drowning slightly in the pleasure of them, Yami resolved to again collect his thoughts.

 

As he had said before…indulging in these feelings was not going to make Yuugi happy and heal their relationship. Opening his eyes again, malt eyes resolutely studied the carpet, as he attempted to get his breathing and thoughts under control. Swallowing slightly and looking up with a lump still in his throat, Yami connected gazes with Yuugi and rasped out the one sentence that would break Yuugi's daze.

 

“Yuugi we really need to talk about what is bothering you.”

 

Yami's troubled rubies watched as the spell over Yuugi's eyes broke, his charge's breath momentarily evening out, as amethyst eyes came to look back at him questioningly.

 

“In order for me to make you happy, I need to know what's wrong.”

 

Another statement, this one reaching Yuugi a little more fluidly, as he looked away the next second, his continence dimming.

 

Yami was sure Yuugi was very-much-aware of his previous reaction. Evidence was beginning to show itself in the form of a blush creeping up his light's neck and, however much he struggled against it, he definitely liked seeing it there. Closing his eyes in slight frustration and sorrow, Yami again attempted to silence the desires that seemed to be originating from everywhere, his heart, his mind, his soul, his body…

 

He couldn't indulge in them!

 

His heart was overcome with emotions he could barely control as tears along with everything else threatened to betray his emotions and pain. Distraught eyes opened to reveal pained and moribund crimson jewels. The fire in them flickered in the soft lamp light along with his resolve. Looking at his charge who was still looking away from him, a look of longing stretched across the expanse of Yami's face as the emotion interwove itself into the vast myriad of emotions Yami was currently feeling.

 

If the gods could truly know how much he wanted to kiss Yuugi, to thank him for everything that he had done for him, they would weep at his misfortune. If they could ever know how much Yuugi meant to him, how much he would be willing to give up to make him happy, maybe they would give him the means to do so.

 

Grief sank into his expression as his eyes fell again to the floor and a sob threatened to bubble past his lips.

 

As it turned out, he didn't seem to have the resources to make his charge happy…

 

By the gods, how hard he had tried in the last few weeks to heal them, to make his charge happy…he couldn't even express. But, it had not been enough.

 

No matter what he tried, he ended up hurting him.

 

In the last couple of weeks, there had even been a few instances when his charge had been afraid of him.

 

But, as much as he failed, he could feel that the last thing Yuugi wanted him to do was leave. The possibility that Yami might leave seemed to terrify him, as the few devastating mental link exchanges they had had in the past couple of days seemed to clarify. So…if Yami seemed to fail at every turn he took and Yuugi didn't want him to leave, the only thing he could do was think and not indulge in any of these feelings, because those feelings seemed to fit in the failure category. The last time he indulged in them, Yuugi distanced himself more than he would have ever thought possible. It hurt then and it hurt just as much now.

 

Shaking his head in hopes of clearing the tears, Yami turned his head away from Yuugi. If the gods only knew…then maybe he and the feelings would be enough to save Yuugi's and his relationship…

 

In all this time, Yuugi had been ignorant to Yami's grief. He had been too busy thinking and forming an adequate reply to pay attention to much else.

 

“It doesn't matter. I can handle it on my own Yami.”

 

Being as Yuugi was ignorant to Yami's turmoil, he was a bit caught off guard when Yami suddenly shouted.

 

“No, you can't!”

 

Shocked by his outburst, Yuugi turned wide amethysts to stare at his protector in surprised wonder. Yami had never raised his voice in the Motou household. Standing up, Yuugi backed away from Yami slightly, not knowing what to expect.

 

While Yami was breathing heavily, his shoulders rising and falling from the effort of trying to control himself, Yuugi stared on.

 

Shaking his head slightly and rising, crimson eyes closed as Yami rose to his full height. Repeating what he had previously said, Yami let out an aggrieved sigh.

 

“No, you can't…”

 

There was a series of precise steps and Yuugi found himself being drawn closer to the warm body of the ex-pharaoh of Egypt.

 

Majestic ruby shone with grief in the dim lamp light. Just because he couldn't indulge in the sensations didn't mean that he had to make himself go crazy by refusing to touch his light.

 

Letting out a soft sigh, Yami wound his arms around his light's waist, bringing the boy closer to his body as he studied the carpet to his right distraughtly. Besides…if he refused to touch his light, he would be doing something else wrong, as his light would probably take it as rejection on his part. Almost breaking from the pain of the notion, Yami's arms subconsciously tightened around Yuugi's form.

 

Reject? How would he ever be able to reject his light? Clenching his lids shut in an attempt to offset the pain, Yami buried his head into Yuugi's silken tresses, marveling at the soft texture and the sweet smell of strawberries that caressed his senses.

 

Yuugi was a god. Liquid cerise leaked open. A god he would happily worship. Bringing Yuugi's body flush against his own, Yami's eyes sank shut as ying and yang melded in the soft glow of the lamp.

 

Yami began to breathe a shaky breath into Yuugi's ear, breathy warmth causing Yuugi to shudder slightly.

 

“I care for you so much, Yuugi…just to see you like this, lying to me, trying to pretend everything is alright when it is not, hurts me so much…why can't you tell me what's wrong...” A sniff. “Why can't you have faith in me like you always did…?” Arms tightening anxiously around him as if he would disappear at any moment. “…Why can't you be the light that I once knew…?”

 

Feeling the change as his dark sunk from being the strong, proud, compassionate individual to the hurting, fragile person he had been finding his dark to be more and more in the past couple of weeks, Yuugi felt tears sting his eyes.

 

“You were once there for me while I was there for you…why don't you let me in Yuugi? Why don't you let me help?”

 

A slightly-muffled sob, wetness dabbing at Yuugi's cheek. He paid it no heed, focusing all his attentions into his dark's words, his warmth, his heartbeat, the closeness of what he so desperately wanted only fully apparent as he lost himself within his dark's arms.

 

“Yuugi…why can't you be the hikari I once cared so much for?”

 

That had done it, Yuugi couldn't take anymore. Tears began to silently wade from Yuugi's eyes.

 

Sniffling slightly, Yuugi tried to work himself up to what he had been avoiding for so long. It was time to confess. He had to face loosing his dark sooner or later. Besides, Yami was right, he couldn't deal with it all on his own. It was too much. Way too much…

 

Stifling a sob, he buried himself deeper into his dark's embrace.

 

“I am still the hikari you cared so much for…”

 

Yami only gently shook his head, withdrawing from the embrace as his lids slipped shut and tears silently wound down his chiseled features.

 

“You have changed,” he stifled a sob and turned away from the boy, “You once were able to look at me without shying away, we once were able to go out and do things without you being hesitant to go,” an unruly crown of golden tresses dipped to shadow pained features, “we once were able to be friends…”

 

`I want more…'

 

The thought held all the suddenness of a fleeting thought, but it spoke just as much truth as all the emotions Yuugi had expressed up to that point. He was in love with his dark and nothing would ever be able to change that. Yami held his heart, his body, his soul. He could choose to recognize what Yuugi had to offer and take full advantage of it, or, he could never know and Yuugi would slowly die inside.

 

Distraught amethysts leaked shut.

 

He was not about to tell Yami how he felt, especially with his friend's heart on the line.

What had he been thinking?

 

He let out a slightly-muffled sob.

 

He knew that Tea was madly in love with Yami as well and he was not about to spoil this for her. That would be beyond cruel and against everything Yuugi stood for.

 

His shoulders began to quake.

 

As long as Yami was happy he would somehow learn to survive.

 

With a valiant effort to keep his voice steady, Yuugi spoke to his dark.

 

“I will be upstairs if you need me for anything.”

 

His voice fluctuated in and out, but he was still able to get his point across.

 

Devastated crimson came to stare forlornly at a clothed back.

 

He couldn't force Yuugi to discuss anything, but how else was he going to find out what was wrong with his hikari? If whatever Yuugi was trying to hide only affected him, he could deal with that, but this was Yuugi on the line. Whatever Yuugi was trying to keep from him was slowly destroying him from the inside out. He could see it. He could feel it. It needed to be out in the open. It needed to be discussed.

 

In one last desperate attempt to fix the situation, Yami quickly built up his resolve and switched his tone to the one he only used on his dueling opponents. Setting his jaw, his cerise eyes became liquid steel, as his eyes narrowed themselves into a steady glare.

 

“No, Yuugi, we need to talk.”

 

Yami could see the change immediately. Rigidity made itself known throughout Yuugi's posture, his back becoming stiff as steel. Slowly turning around. Yuugi stared at Yami incredulously. Traces of tears lingered forgotten on the edges of his sooty lashes as his wide violet eyes stared across the room at Yami.

 

Looking back at his young charge, Yami felt himself falter violently. He visibly paled, the steel cracked, and his mouth was left cotton dry. Consciously swallowing, tears slipped unnoticed down chiseled features.

 

Oh Gods, what had he gotten himself into?

 

Yuugi's eyes began to swirl with hurt, shadowy depths beginning to overly a silent question:

 

Why?

 

And it was not Yuugi questioning him on why he wanted to talk, oh no. He was asking him why he had used that tone, why he had treated him as if he were someone from the outside, and, to be honest, he had thought he knew, but now he was not so sure. He knew before he had used that tone that trying to force Yuugi to tell him would only upset the situation even more, so why had he used it? And to top it off why had he backed up his tone with his body language? Did he think Yuugi would tell him if he intimidated him?

 

Yami took a step back, looking down at himself incredulously. He looked back at Yuugi with wide eyes.

 

What was wrong with him?

 

Yuugi blinked, new tears beginning to slowly slip down his cherubic cheeks. He took a shaky step forward.

 

“Yami?”

 

Yami stayed as he was.

 

“Yami?”

 

Yuugi took another step forward. This time though Yami took a step back, staring at Yuugi with frightened eyes.

 

“Yami!”

 

Yuugi stole forward before Yami could escape, grabbing either side of Yami's head and yanking it down to his eye level. Hurt slightly forgotten, alarmed amethysts stared into terrified crimson.

 

“Yami?”

 

Crimson eyes clenched tightly shut as Yami attempted to turn his head away.

 

“Yami?”

 

Yami began to shake his head violently from side to side in a pointless attempt to ward Yuugi off.

 

Hurt by this but more worried than anything else, Yuugi forcefully brought Yami's head to his on the next pass. Shock more than anything else made Yami stop fighting, his breath coming out slightly faster as he realized the close proximity that they shared. Shocked ruby were trained on still slightly-worried amethysts, their foreheads connected together, as Yami's accelerated breath fell past his lips lightly.

 

Seeing that Yami had calmed down somewhat, Yuugi smiled slightly. Bringing a hand to Yami's cheek, he stroked it lightly.

 

Enjoying the touch, Yami slowly sank into it as he briefly closed his eyes, his breathing slowing down somewhat.

 

Sighing softly, Yami basked in the comfort that was Yuugi. Bronze lids fluttered lightly before opening a tad, resonate hues of ruby and crimson glittering dimly in the warm, soft light of the almost-set sun. Bronze lids were hooded as the regal, former pharaoh gazed contentedly at his young charge for a brief moment, before becoming achingly contrite.

 

“I'm sorry, Yuugi”

 

Yuugi was swept away by the beauty that was his dark, his heart aching lightly in his chest. Coming back to reality and recalling his darkness' soft murmur, amethyst eyes softened slightly. Chuckling slightly and forgetting his sorrow for but a moment, Yuugi questioned him.

 

“Hey, hey, sorry for what?”

 

Crimson eyes opened more fully and Yuugi was greeted with one of the most heartbreaking looks he had ever seen him give, his heart constricting painfully as his sorrow flooded the banks of his consciousness.

 

How could his darkness do this to him? He was so beautiful but could also cause him the most devastating heartache…

 

“For the tone I used, for the body language I displayed, for ever trying to force you to tell me what was wrong.”

 

Yuugi's eyes downcast at this, his irises dimming significantly as his hands fell away from Yami's face.

 

“Oh…its alright, Yami. It's in the past.”

 

Crimson depths filled with pain.

 

“No, it isn't and that it is in the past doesn't matter. Matters of the past need to be resolved; they cannot simply be forgotten as though they don't matter. They do matter. You do matter. Trying to force you to do anything is wrong. Even if it was only out of supreme worry and concern that I did it.”

 

Yuugi looked up at this.

 

“Concern?”

 

Yami's eyes and voice broke at this.

 

“Of course, Yuugi. Of course, I was concerned for you. How could I not be?”

 

Yuugi attempted to cover up his hurt with a wide smile which Yami immediately saw through.

 

“How could you be concerned if I am perfectly fine?”

 

While Yuugi started to laugh shakily, Yami just gazed at him brokenly.

 

“Yuugi, I know everything is not fine. You keep to yourself, you don't go out with your friends anymore, you have not touched your duel monsters deck in months, you are always running up to your room, you cry out in your sleep…”

 

At this statement, Yuugi gazed at him with wide eyes. He suddenly looked as if he was terrified he had found something out.

 

Crimson quieted down to a mere ember of the raging flame of strength that could be found within as he took in his aibou's state. Wishing to comfort him, he reached out and gathered Yuugi into his arms.

 

“What is it that's bothering you, aibou? Why won't you open up to me?”

 

Yami's face was held closely against his, his parted lips situated right beside his right ear. He could feel his warm breath roll past his parted lips in peaceful huffs and they tickled ever-so-teasingly across the fleshy inside of his ear. He shuddered slightly.

 

“N-nothing.”

 

“Yuugi…”

 

Yuugi quickly broke Yami's grip, viciously throwing Yami's arms off of him as he spun around to face him in a torrent of emotions.

 

“Why did you have to go out with her?! Why?!”

 

“Yuugi!”

 

Shock was clearly evident in his voice, his eyes wide as he took a step back.

 

Yuugi viciously shook his head. No, he would not let Yami fool him. He knew perfectly well what he was talking about.

 

Bared amethysts turned up to glare at him menacingly, his features twisting with a bounding resolve as lavender orbs hardened considerably.

 

“Yuugi…”

 

Yami took another step back; he was greatly taken aback from this change of character from Yuugi. Yuugi never acted like this, least of all, around him. They always got along…at least until recently. His features shadowed in pain for a mere second before Yuugi distracted him again, his continence once again settling into the shocked mask it has been previously.

 

“Don't `Yuugi' me,” he rolled his eyes at this last comment before his features set back into a glare, “You know damn well what I'm talking about!”

 

Yami's shock disintegrated into puzzlement before blanketing over with concern. What was he talking about? He sincerely didn't know what he was talking about.

 

“Yuugi…I don't know what you're talking about…”

 

Yuugi seemed to crumble to his frustration and tears.

 

“Tea! I'm speaking about you-you-you and Tea!”

 

He dissolved quickly to his tears after that.

 

“Yuugi!”

 

Yami tried to embrace him, but he hastily pushed him away as sobs racked violently through his prone form. Yami could only helplessly stand there as mirroring tears glistened in his breaking eyes as Yuugi ran up the stairs and away from him.

 

Yami was about to collapse on the nearest stair and cry silently to himself when the doorbell rang.

 

Ignoring it for a few seconds, Yami decided instead to allow himself to be swallowed by his inner pain.

 

The doorbell rang again.

 

“Yami?”

 

It was muffled but it was distinctly a female voice.

 

Looking up with tear-stricken eyes, Yami called out.

 

“Tea?”

 

By the gods, did he sound awful. Tea seemed to agree.

 

“Yami are you alright? Open the door and let me in!”

 

The order was more out of concern then anything else, so Yami let it slide, getting up and opening the door. He was met with an armful of Tea.

 

“Yami, are you alright?”

 

Her slim hands reached up and began wiping the tears from his chiseled features. When he looked down and her azure blue eyes clashed with his distraught crimson, he was met with a flash of memory where her curved aquamarine eyes transformed into Yuugi's amethyst, her face became Yuugi's cherubic one, and her brown locks became Yuugi's gravity-defying ones. He marveled at the difference and when she came to sweep the tears away from his features again, running her hands down and over his cheeks, he closed his eyes in contentment, because in his mind those hands belonged to Yuugi. He calmed significantly, sighing one name and only one name.

 

“Yuugi…”

 

Tea did not seem to make the connection, thinking that Yami had sighed Yuugi's name as a way to explain his tears.

 

“So, Yuugi made you cry.”

 

In an instant the daydream was gone and Yami was left to blink dazedly down at Tea. His crimson eyes were half-lidded with his fatigue, his eyes glowing just slightly in the lamp light. Tea stared up at him, her eyes shining slightly, awestruck. Gods was he beautiful. He did not seem to notice, for the next moment he collapsed on the nearest stair, burying his face into his hands.

 

“Yuugi…”

 

Tea's eyes softened.

 

“So he did make you cry.”

 

Yami didn't know what to say, so he just sat there with his head buried in his hands, resolving the daydream to be something he did not want to think about at the moment.

 

“What happened?”

 

Yami let out a heavy sigh and wracked his hands lightly through his crimson, ebony, and gold tresses. He shook his head slightly, his lightning bangs coming to bounce back and assort themselves in their former position.

 

“I tried to talk to Yuugi about what is bothering him.”

 

Tea looked away slightly, making a little `o' sound. Her eyes shadowed for a second before they regained their regular luminosity. She looked back at Yami.

 

“Did he tell you this time?”

 

“I'm not sure…”

 

He looked to the side.

 

Not quite understanding, she asked a different question in order to gain insight into the present situation.

 

“Well, what did he say?”

 

Yami sighed, rubbing lightly at the nape of his neck.

 

“It wasn't quite what he said; it was more how he reacted.”

 

Tea continued to gaze at him, wordlessly asking him to continue.

 

He looked up at her, again, crimson clashing with azure.

 

“He started yelling about yours and my relationship.”

 

Tea's eyes creased together with worry.

 

“Our relationship?”

 

“Yes…”

 

“But…why?”

 

She had a suspicion, but she didn't want it to be true. She didn't want to lose Yami, because naturally he would choose Yuugi over her.

 

A crown of unruly golden tresses fell to shadow elegantly-slanted eyes.

 

Yami's voice thickened with emotion.

 

“I do not know…”

 

“Do you want to break it off?”

 

“No…”

 

“But, Yami…if our relationship is the cause of all of this…”

 

“Tea, you don't understand, if we break it off and it turns out not to be the problem, it will not solve anything. Besides…with how Yuugi's been avoiding me, I could really use the company.”

 

“Oh…”

 

Her eyes downcast. She knew Yami didn't love her, at least not at this point in the relationship, but she had expected him to want to be with her for more than that. With how much he was wrapped up with Yuugi's feelings, he had no juice left to consider her own.

 

“Unless you want to break it off…”

 

Snapping out of her reverie, her head immediately fired in his direction.

 

He was staring despondently at the floor. It looked as though he was almost at capacity for disappointment in his life.

 

“Of course not, Yami! We make a good team! I'm sure together we can figure out what is bothering Yuugi!”

 

Punching her fist in the air, she gave him the most cheerful smile she could muster.

 

Looking up at her appreciatively his eyes softened somewhat. She was a true friend and a great girlfriend.

 

“Thank you, Tea. He means the world to me.”

 

Her smile faltered a bit at that, but her eyes and features softened all the same and she responded in turn.

 

“Your welcome, Yami.”

 

Smiling one last time, Yami lifted himself from on top of the stair. Dusting his buttocks off, Yami looked around at Tea one final time.

 

“Thank you for cheering me up, Tea, but I should go take care of Yuugi. I promised to devote this entire night to him.”

 

She smiled outwardly at this, but inside she was a bit disappointed.

 

“Alright, I'll head home then. Sorry for dropping by so suddenly. Joey just called me saying you hung up on him and that I should come over to check things out as he was busy irking Seto.”

 

By the end of this she looked a bit peeved, tapping her foot impatiently as she glared at a banister on the staircase.

 

“Damn Joey, making me to do his dirty work.”

 

When she looked up again, Yami was looking at the carpet with a very guilty look on his face.

 

“Yami?”

 

“I hung up on him?”

 

Tea laughed outright, waving it off.

 

“Oh, you know Joey, he is as deaf as a doornail. You probably said goodbye to him then hung up and he didn't hear it because you didn't shout it.”

 

He looked up at her.

 

“You think?”

 

She met his level gaze with a smile of her own.

 

“I know.”

 

With that, she came up, pecked him on the cheek, gave his hand a final squeeze, waved, and left. The sound of the front door echoed through the silent house quietly.

 

A faint blush unknowingly dusted across his tan features for a few moments as he gazed at the closed door. Shaking it off, Yami turned and began to ascend the stairs quietly. By the time he reached the summit, his eyes were glowing slightly from the awakened magics of the Sennen Puzzle. Deep cerise danced with awakened embers as his eyes slowly swept the doors around the landing. Passing over each door in turn, Yami bypassed all doors before his cerise eyes landed on the final door to his right. Reaching out his consciousness he felt it brush against a life force that was soft and warm.

 

Letting the life force brush again his in turn, Yami let his eyes close contentedly.

 

A whispered sigh fell passed his parted lips.

 

“Yuugi…”

 

Opening his eyes half way, cerise eyes smoldered in bliss as he slowly advanced on the closed door. Reaching out he lightly grasped the knob before turning it gently and pushing it open ever-so-slightly. It was the door to his room.

 

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I know, I cut off the chapter rather suddenly, but I could not find a good severing point. If I had not severed it and continued to edit until the end of my original fourth chapter (Part 1 and Part 2 together), I would not have been able to release anything tonight, as I have school tomorrow. Yay, school! Don't worry, I am being sarcastic, lol.

 

Anyway, I hope you liked the first part. I will get the second out as soon as possible (I am targeting sometime over the weekend, but please don't hold me to it). I have assignments galore and finals coming up. However, in the meantime, R&R and tell me what you think!

 

Ja Ne!!!

 

~Wings of Obsidia