Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ High School Never Ends ❯ A Fuck and a Fight ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: You should get it by now, this is like chapter 5.

Warnings: Cussing, Talk of a sexual nature, Violence and Lemon. (Wow, all in one chapter.)

High School Never Ends

By SetoKaiba’sShowGirl

Chapter 5: A Fuck and a Fight.

“Pharaoh, am I seeing what I think I’m seeing?”

“I think you are Tomb-Keeper, unless both our eyes are deceiving us.”

“Babe, are you seeing, what I’m seeing?”

“Yep, I think I am.”

“Aibou, are you seeing what me, the Tomb-Keeper and his koi, are seeing?”

“Yep, defiantly, but, can you please stop calling me that?”

“Okay, little one.”

“AND THAT!.”

Marik, Malik, Yami and Yugi were sitting next to Domino High’s athlete field. They were just enjoying each others company before school started for the day. It was Monday, two days after Bakura’s and Ryou’s date and Yami and Yugi’s confrontation. Yami watched Yugi more then he should but it was the same the other way around. They had decided to be friends, and that’s what they were doing, being friends. They had spent the whole of Sunday together, in Yugi’s house doing nothing, just learning about each other. Yugi learned that Yami wasn’t always as serious as he seems. Yami learned that Yugi had a temper to be reckoned with and wasn’t as empty-headed as everyone portrayed him to be. Yugi had asked questions as did Yami. Yugi lived at the kame game shop, with his grandfather and mother. Yami lived alone, but, and in his own words. ‘The fucking Tomb-Keeper and that bastard Tomb-Robber are always there, so it’s like living with them, but I pay all the fucking bills.’ Yugi’s birthday was the 4th of June, Yami’s was the 29th of November. Yami listened to rock; Yugi listened to anything with a good beat. Yugi’s favorite color was Red, Yami’s purple. They kept asking each other random questions all day, while listening to music. Yami had started calling Yugi nicknames, because it made Yugi blush, Aibou, being his favorite. They were just being friends, but to everyone else it seemed a lot more.

“Pharaoh am I really seeing what I think I’m seeing, because he’s still doing it.”

“I believe you’re right Tomb-Keeper. Aibou, is he really doing that, where people can see him?”

“I think he is.”

“Babe, this is your friend’s fault.”

“You act like he’s done something wrong.”

“He has, he’s made Bakura all…all. Happy.”

And indeed he was. He was leaning against a tree, staring into the sky, a big dopey smile adorning his features. Yes, Bakura Kitou was a very, very happy man. Like Yami and Yugi he had spent his Sunday with Ryou. He and his boyfriend had painted. The kitchen, the living room, the dining room, and this weekend, they were doing upstairs. Bakura usually wasn’t going to get excited over decorating unless it involved sex, and it hadn’t. He really was looking forward to it though. I mean they did make out once they were done, but nothing to get excited over. Well, Bakura did go home with an erection, but when it came to Ryou he couldn’t control his hormones, let alone his dick. He was excited at the prospect of spending time with Ryou. That’s why he was excited. He really did like his boyfriend, a lot. Maybe just maybe, he liked him a bit more then he should. He was still happy though, instead of getting mad at himself he was happy. He had only known Ryou for 4 days, but it just felt…right, like they were meant to be together. His smile continued; he knew he should stop, what with being in a public place and all, but he couldn’t. He was just much too happy.

“Tomb-Robber, stop, you’re freaking us out.”

Bakura turned his head in the direction of his friends. The smile still on his face, “Stop what?”

“That.” Marik and Yami said at the same time, pointing in his direction.

“What?” Bakura asked, one eyebrow raised, the smile still in place.

“That thing you’re doing with your face,” Marik answered.

The smile disappeared, a glare in its place, “What do you mean by that, bastard.”

“Now that’s more like it,” Marik replied, completely unfazed by the insult.

“Bakura,” Yugi said, the first time he was actually speaking to the bassist.

“Yes.”

“Where’s Ryou?” He asked. He had realized that the innocent version of Bakura was no where to be seen.

“Oh, he’s going to be late today. He has to sort out some stuff. You know like getting himself a doctor and dentist.” Bakura answered, the dreamy smile coming back to his face.

“Aibou,” Yami nearly whined, “You made him do it again.”

“Yeah Yugi, are you trying to scar us.”

Yami and Marik ran for they life, Bakura right behind them.

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The sun shone through the window of Yami’s apartment as Yami lay on his back, a hand across his stomach the other around his head. He had his eyes closed in thought as he heard himself sing in the background. He smirked slightly, so what if it was arrogant to listen to your own music. Curse of Egypt were great and in his mind the best out there, so who better to listen to then the best. Rehearsal had just finished, and for once his fellow band members actually played music. Yami knew why though, because the hikaris were there. The band had started calling Malik, Yugi and Ryou the hikaris because they looked like lighter versions of them. It’s quite weird how three sets of twins ended up at the same school, with their counterparts, two sets in a relationship. Yami smirked mournfully at that thought. His set was the only one not together. It would be all well and good if he didn’t want his counterpart, but he did, and he knew, Yugi wanted him too. Malik and Marik had been going out for nearly 3 years. It was weird because Marik was never really like that before; just saw his conquests as sport, kind of like Bakura and him. But then Malik came along. Fresh from Egypt he came, skin glowing, hair the colour of sand. Marik was instantly transfixed. They quickly got together, and Yami and Bakura were shocked it lasted. Thinking he was just going to use him as another achievement. Yami’s smirk got worse as he thought about the next set, Bakura and Ryou. Bakura was besotted with his younger counterpart, even if he couldn’t see it himself. They had only known each other for a week, and had been going out for 4 of those 7 days. Yami found it strange that Bakura would jump in there with both feet. When making decisions that would affect his emotions, he was calculated, thinking through every option. ‘Maybe this is good for him,’ Yami thought a genuine smile on his face, ‘He needs something good to happen to him, maybe Ryou is Bakura’s light.’ He then thought of him and Yugi. He opened his eyes and stared across the room and the other sofa. He smiled again, looking at the sight of Yugi lying on his sofa, in the same position he was in, except he was still in his soccer kit. Yugi and the other hikaris had come to see them practise straight after there own. The three had turned up on Yami’s doorstep in there football kits, not having time to change. When rehearsal had finished Bakura and Ryou had gone out, stopping at Ryou’s so he could change. Marik and Malik had gone to Marik’s so that they could talk and Yugi had decided to stay. Yami had realised he would never be with Yugi. Something had happened to his hikari. He didn’t know what had happened, but it was something big, something that had really hurt him. He wanted to know what, but he wanted the memory to be just a memory, not the pain that came accustomed with it.

“Yami?”

Yami turned toward the boy again, a smile on his features, “Yes?”

“How many boys have you slept with?”

Yami got up, turning towards Yugi fully, both eyebrows in his hairline, “Why do you ask?”

Yugi got up as well, turning fully towards the other, “Because I want to tell you a story. You are suppose to say how many, then ask how many I have, and then I answer and tell you the story.”

Yami was quite confused. He had an idea what the story was going to be about but just wasn’t completely sure. “Ok, I have been out with three men. Slept with about 15, maybe more. You?”

Yugi smiled slightly and nodded, “1, Seto Kaiba.” He closed his eyes to compose himself. He had lied to Ryou and Malik, for they didn’t know. He hadn’t told anyone about it, but Yami had a right to know. Had a right to know why he couldn’t be with him.

Yami eyes went incredibly wide, “Kaiba, Seto Kaiba that graduated last year. Rich ass Kaiba?”

Yugi smiled, “Yeah that’s the one.”

Yami got up and sat next Yugi as the song changed and Bakura started singing. It was slow, calm but extremely upsetting.

I open my eyesI try to see but I’m blinded by the white lightI can’t remember howI can’t remember whyI’m lying here tonight

“I didn’t know you went out with him?”

Yugi nodded sadly, “Yeah, last year, nobody knew. We dated for most of that summer and the school year, until…”

Yami saw Yugi choke, a stray tear falling form his eye. Yami nearly choked himself, he had done something. How could Seto do this to such an angel? He wrapped his arm around Yugi’s shoulders, squeezing slightly to show that he wasn’t going anyway.

“He said he loved me.”

And I can’t stand the painAnd I can’t make it go awayNo I can’t stand the painHow could this happen to meI made my mistakesI’ve got no where to runThe night goes onAs I’m fading awayI’m sick of this lifeI just wanna screamHow could this happen to me

Yami smiled slightly, “Well that’s not so bad. He loved you, what’s the problem?”

“He didn’t mean it,” Yugi replied burrowing his head in to Yami’s shoulder, “I said it back. I thought I loved him but I’m not sure even now if I did or I do. Seto said he loved me but he didn’t, he just wanted to sleep with me, take the only thing he hadn’t been given. My innocence.”

Yami felt anger boil up in him like never before. He was fuming, his grip on Yugi getting tighter as he thought about it. In all of his exploits never had he told someone he loved them. He seduced them with charm and wit, not lies. “Then what happened?” His voice surprisingly calm for how angry he felt.

Everybody’s screamingI try to make a sound but no one hears meI’m slipping off the edgeI’m hanging by a threadI wanna start this over again

“I didn’t know back then what he wanted, didn’t know his plan. We slept together on that Tuesday. He dumped me on Wednesday. He told me he didn’t love me. Told me that he used me, that I was just another bug to be crushed. Is this what I deserve, have I done something to make this happen.” The dam that was holding the water back collapsed, and he dissolved. The grief echoed in the pain he cried out.

So I try to hold onto a time when nothing matteredAnd I can’t explain what happenedAnd I can’t erase the things that I’ve doneNo I can’t

Yami grabbed hold of the slightly smaller boy, pulling him onto his lap. He squeezed him trying to sooth Yugi, as much as he was trying to sooth himself. “No Yugi, none of this is your fault.” Yami said as his hand went through Yugi’s hair, “You’ve done nothing to deserve that.”

“How do you know?” Yugi said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Because,” Yami lifted Yugi’s chin up, making him look directly at him, “No one deserves that, for someone to take there innocence falsely.”

“You act like he raped me.”

“In a way he did, little one.” Yami said as he nuzzled Yugi’s neck joint, “He made you believe. That is just as bad.”

How could this happen to meI made my mistakesI’ve got no where to runThe night goes onAs I’m fading awayI’m sick of this lifeI just wanna screamHow could this happen to me

Yugi looked at Yami, searching his eyes. He knew Yami was angry. He knew Yami would get angry, but the hatred his saw in the crimson depths was unbelievable. “Are you angry with me Yami?”

“Not at all,” Yami said as he caressed Yugi’s cheek, “I’m angry with that son-of-a-bitch for what he did to you.”

Yugi saw Yami’s hand curl up on the couch, his knuckles white with the pressure, the one on his cheek getting just the tiniest bit tighter. Yami was going to do something, something stupid. “Yami, don’t do anything.”

“Why?”

“It’s not worth it.”

“It is.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re worth it.”

Yugi continued to stare into the red orbs of the man he was sitting on, there was such passion in those eyes. Yugi was scared for a million different reasons, but none were for himself. Yami picked him up and put him on the couch.

“You’re worth it, Aibou.” He walked towards the door, grabbing his keys off the table. He pulled the door and turned towards the slighter male. “You’re worth more to me then you will ever know.”

Yugi listened to the song he knew was finishing as Yami closed the door. Yami was going to do something, and there was no way anyone would be able to stop him. He could do nothing, he always did nothing. He couldn’t even keep his own virginity.

I made my mistakesI’ve got no where to runThe night goes onAs I’m fading awayI’m sick of this lifeI just wanna screamHow could this happen to me

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Malik was bored. He was lying on Marik’s bed staring at the ceiling. His lover had said to wait while he talked to his dad. They usually did this, relaxing, enjoying each other’s company, in more then one way. When Malik came to Japan from Egypt he was the complete opposite of what he was now. He was brought up in a secluded village on the outskirts of Bawiti. There was less then a hundred people living there, and everyone knew everyone. It had been strange growing up, not having any attraction to girls in the slightest, and seeing as his village was Muslim, being gay just wasn’t accepted. So when Malik reached the tender age of 15, his mother and father shipped him, his sister and older brother to Japan. He kept quiet and to himself until Marik came up to him. Marik instantly made everything better. He made him more confident and self assured. Then Marik found out about Malik’s talent at soccer, instantly getting him a try-out for the team. The couch seemed to like Malik’s wild play, going from attacking to defence in the blink of an eye. As you can see Malik Ishtar became an instant defender on the Domino Diamonds. Malik got up from his musing and started to look around the all too familiar bedroom. He smiled as he looked at a picture of himself and Marik on the bedside table. It wasn’t anything special, just a day lazing in the park. Marik had his insanely wicked smile plastered across his face, while Malik had a small tentative smile. It was funny seeing as this was taken when Malik was only 16. He chuckled slightly as he picked the picture up to examine it more closely. He could remember that day, it was taken exactly a week after he and Marik had started dating. A day out in the park just enjoying life and their new found love. Even though he didn’t realise it at the time, Malik was sure he loved Marik, even then. He smiled one last time and went to put the picture back when he noticed a piece of paper. It was folded so that when the picture frame was in its proper place it was hidden. Malik picked up the piece of paper before putting the picture frame back. He placed himself back on the bed and unfolded the paper. He had to stop himself from crying as he read the title. ‘Without You. Malik’s Song.’ Never did he expect Marik to feel for him like that. He felt like that exactly. If he was to lose Marik, Anubis better just take him as well. He chuckled through his tears as he read the bottom. ‘And the baka-pharaoh said I couldn’t write lyrics.’ He coughed and wiped his eyes and he started to sing it, just wondering what it would sound like.

Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.Without you, the stars roar the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash. The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.

“Wow, he really loves me.” Malik said aloud to the room, tears still running down his face.

“You bet I do.”

Malik looked up into nearly identical violet eyes. The usual insane smile was on his features but his eyes told all. Love was nearly over flowing. He sat down on the bed, pulling Malik into his lap. He smiled a rare sane smile and chastely kissed him before taking the song, smiling still.

The world revives

Marik passed the sheet back to Malik, “Now you go.”

Malik stared at the piece of paper for a second before singing the next line.

Colours renew

Marik joined in, both lovers singing in perfect harmony, Malik still in Marik’s lap smiling just as brightly as his dark.

But I know blue, only blue, lonely blue, within me blue

Marik kissed him deeper this time, slipping his tongue into the moist cavern, mapping it out. He opened his eyes as he continued to kiss him. Malik’s eyes were tightly shut as small tears rolled out of them. Marik smiled into the kiss, reaching his hand behind Malik’s head to pull him in deeper. He knew the tears rolling out of his lover’s eyes were joy. They had been together for three years and Marik knew he loved Malik. Would run to him, scream for him, cry for him, and die for him. Malik got up slightly so he could push Marik flat on the bed, straddling his thighs, making sure their lips were still connected. Marik broke the kiss when need for air became apparent.

“Don’t you want to hear the rest?” Marik asked breathlessly.

Malik nodded not moving from his perch. He steadied his breathing and pulling, the now, very crumpled piece of paper up to eye-level.

Without you.Without you, the hand gropes, the ear hears, the pulse beats

Marik didn’t need the paper for the next bit. He let it roll of his tongue.

Without you, the eyes gaze, the legs walk, the lungs breathe.

Malik was getting it now. This wasn’t his song it was their song. Together. Forever. One couldn’t survive without the other.

The mind churns!

Marik’s hands pulled Malik’s top off as he sung his line and Malik echoed what he said. Malik understood, he wanted them to sing it together, to feel the same, to be one, to need each other in a desperate way that no one else mattered.

The heart yearns!

Malik echoed Marik like he knew he was supposed to as he undid the buttons on his shirt. He felt so happy, his heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest. He knew Marik loved him, sure he did. After hearing about Marik’s reputation around school he was sceptical, but when it was Malik who had to initiate their first time together, he knew he was in love. They had been going out for ten months before they had sex, and Malik had started it. Malik had lost his virginity then, and Marik was the only person he had ever slept with. He didn’t want to sleep with anyone else. He picked the piece of paper up again as he finished with the shirt and sung the bit he knew had to be sing together.

The tears dry, without you.Life goes on, but I’m gone.Cause I die, without you.

Malik crashed his lips to Marik’s, demanding he opened his mouth. Marik obliged the shorter male, letting Malik’s tongue roam free, while his hands did the same. He grabbed the teen’s ass, pulling him down closer to his body. He could feel Malik’s growing hardness through the jeans he was wearing. He flicked his tongue along Malik’s, entrancing it into action. Malik moaned as he pulled out of the lip lock.

“Don’t you want to hear the rest of the song?” Marik said as he undid his lights jeans, slipping a hand in, wrapping it firmly around the flesh.

Malik moaned and thrust into the hand wrapped around his sex. Moaning out an incoherent word. He calmed himself slightly. “Not right now. You can play it for me later.”

Marik smiling insanely as his other half rubbed his pert bottom over his manhood. He pulled the jeans down with one hand while the other still attacked the flesh. Malik rose off his dark to fling his jeans in to a corner, as Marik did it to his own. Malik crawled back on top of his dark, nipping his earlobe, suckling on it as he whispered, “This is your reward my dear yami. The song you wrote for us was beautiful. Sit back and enjoy. Because I know exactly what you like.”

Marik leaned back against his headboard as Malik positioned him to his liking. He shifted so both were sitting flush against each other, both groaning as there nude bodies rubbed against each other. Marik grabbed on to Malik’s hips as his mouth descended to his collarbone. Marik wanted Malik now, but he knew what this meant for Malik. He needed to feel in control sometimes, so what was being taken sometimes. Malik shocked him as he grabbed one of his hands and sucked diligently on three of the digits. Marik groaned at the surprising connection, he really did think he was going to be on the receiving end today. It seemed he was wrong. Malik released his digits when they were coated enough and brought the hand down to his bottom as he slipped down Marik’s body. Marik watched with wide eyes as his light took the head of cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and over the slit. Marik got the point and pushed a finger into his lights entrance, feeling the vibrations of Malik’s groan through his cock and it just made him speed up his pursuit. Malik pulled all of his lover’s length into his mouth, making sure to coat it in as much saliva as possible. He wanted to give Marik as much as well as prepare him for the final step. Marik pushed in a second and third finger quickly as Malik rode his hand. He found that special spot instantly, he knew its position very well. Malik screamed as he sucked his dark. Marik gave off a feral growl and pulled Malik off of him. Malik looked at Marik questionably as the fingers were removed from his ass.

“I was very close babe,” Marik answered as his stroked a hand through Malik’s already sweat drenched hair. “I doubt you want me to come yet.

Malik smirked and crawled up his dark again, making sure he was pressed against him as he did it. He went to his ear once again, whispering. “You’re quite right, I don’t want you coming yet. I want to be riding you, slamming down on to your hard cock. I want to be screaming your name while you touch me in just the right spot. Let me ride you, my horse.”

Marik had to stop himself from creaming himself right then and there. Malik loved to talk dirty and it always left him harder then a fucking brick. “Ride away my light. Just jump on, it’s free.”

Malik locked eyes with his dark as he shifted so that his entrance was directly in line with the stiff length. He placed his hands on each of his dark’s shoulders and slide down. Never once breaking eye contact or stopping until he was all the way down. Marik held on to Malik’s hips loosely, not breaking eye contact either. When Malik was all the way down, he immediately rose back up, groaning all the way. Marik forced his eyes to stay open as Malik came down again, his breath coming out in moans. This truly was a great reward. It wasn’t because they were having sex, oh no, it was the emotions behind the sex. It wasn’t the lust that they usually held for each other, it was love, pure love. Marik smiled as Malik continued to look into his eyes. He gripped Malik’s hips slightly tighter shifting him so that his member rubbed against that one spot deep inside his body. Malik’s breathing became more laboured. He had never been much of a screamer, but Marik knew he had hit it. He knew Malik better then he knew himself. Malik was most defiantly enjoying himself. Malik wanted to throw his head back and scream to the rafters in ecstasy but he kept his eyes locked with his koi. He was close, so very close to heaven, the place only Marik could take him. Marik slid his right hand across Malik’s hip; down to the place he knew his lover needed it most. Malik screamed out Marik’s name at the extra pleasure being placed onto his cock. He threw himself down on Marik; bring a strangled scream out of his mouth. Their pace became frantic as both neared what they knew was going to happen. They kept their eyes locked, even as Marik started to meet his rider halfway. They saw everything through the others eyes, every emotion, every thought, every pleasure. Malik knew what was happening, he was on the edge, about to fall in to the most pleasurable place.

“MARIK!” He screamed as he fell from his perch, his seed going over Marik’s hand and chest, never once breaking eye contact as his orgasm sent him flying.

Seeing Malik in so much pleasure was enough to send Marik spiralling over the edge himself. He forced his eyes to stay connected with Malik’s as he voiced incoherent babble.

They finally closed their eyes as Marik wrapped his arms around his hikari, pulling him towards his chest. Both not daring to move, comfortable in each other.

“That was a great ride,” Malik said as his strength started returning.

Marik just “nayed”, sounding like a tired but satisfied horse. “Would you like another ride.” He said, finishing by making trotting sounds with his tongue and the motions with his hips.

“I would love that, koi,” He replied before the phone started to vibrate on the bedside table, “Stay boy.”

Marik “nayed” again as Malik leant over and picked up the phone.

“Yes Yami?” Malik said down the phone, “You really must stop calling my phone for Marik.”

“MALIK, I NEED TO TALK TO MARIK, RIGHT NOW!!!”

Malik was shocked to hear Yugi, “Yugi, what happened?”

“MALIK, I NEED TO TALK TO HIM RIGHT NOW!!!”

Marik plucked the phone out of his shocked light’s hand, placing it to his own ear, “What do you want squirt, I should be getting ridden like a horse right now.”

Malik blushed seven shades of red. Yugi seemed to have calmed down, because he couldn’t hear what was being said anymore. Marik picked Malik of his lap, phone still to his ear as he ran around trying to find his clothes, “Okay, I’ll be there in 10.”

Malik stared at his boyfriend as he got dressed at a quick pace, “What happened?”

Marik turned to his boyfriend, a very serious look on his face. One Malik was a lot more scared off then the insane look he usually had, “I’ll tell you later, but right now I need you to do me a favour.” Malik nodded instantly. “Call Bakura and tell him to get his ass to the Kaiba Mansion.”

Malik took the phone from Marik and lay down in the bed, dialling Ryou’s number, “Why the Kaiba Mansion?”

“Because Yami has some unfinished business with Seto.”

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Yami walked up the front steps of the Kaiba Mansion. He knew what he was going to do. The rage hadn’t called of at all during the ride to the manor. It had only gotten worse, but instead of making him think rash, he was becoming more controlled. Plans were working through his head, each one as sadistic and…Bakura like as the next. He rang the doorbell, tapping his foot impatiently as he waiting for someone to open the door. When it opened he was shocked to see the man he had come to see. Yami was expecting to see some servant or even Mokuba, Seto’s little brother. Not the man himself.

“Well this is a shock,” Kaiba said as he leant against the doorframe, “Yami Atemu at my door. What could he want?”

“I was wondering how you got that Motou kid to put out.” Yami said with a smirk on his features, “I’ve been trying for a week, and I haven’t even got a hand job.”

Seto’s face held a similar smirk to Yami’s, “Oh, little Yugi. I did have some trouble with him, but not even a hand job Atemu. I got that on like the second day.”

Yami chuckled slightly, “Well, what’s your secret. I mean you slept with me and Yugi last year. You were dating him, weren’t you. I knew you were dating someone, but I thought it was some snot nosed idiot.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” He didn’t sound sorry in the slightest. “I was dating Yugi when I fucked you, but don’t worry he doesn’t know. I must admit though, it did take some time to wear him down.” Kaiba said as if it what the most boring thing he heard all day.

“What’s your secret,” Yami said. “I have been trying so hard and he’s not breaking in the slightest.”

“Atemu, I know what you mean. I had to use the oldest trick in the book.”

Yami smirked slightly, “Well, share.”

“I told him I loved him.”

Yami quickly changed the growl that left his mouth into a chuckle, “That’s deep. I’ve used that one before. What did you do after you fucked him.”

Seto inspected his nails, “Dumped him. He wasn’t even as good as I would have expected. His innocent was of no value at all.”

Yami couldn’t take it anymore. All the warning Kaiba got was a whispered “fucked” before a fist connected with the side of his face. Yami had swung his right hand back as far as it could go before swinging it straight at the taller one’s jaw. Kaiba went back from the force of the hit, a shocked expression on his face. He was Seto Kaiba; nobody hit Seto Kaiba and got away with it. He stabled himself before throwing a punch back, knocking Yami back a few inches.

“Why the fuck do you care Atemu? He’s nobody. Not worth the attention.”

“Mother fucker.”

Yami’s fist came flying through the air, his left this time, cracking against his jaw, on the opposite side as the last punch, this time Yami didn’t stop and threw another punch for the brunette as he threw one at him, both connecting, both hitting the other’s right eye. Yami grabbed the collar of the older male, pulling him down to knee him in his gut. Kaiba let out a strangled breath as the wind was knocked from him. Yami swung his right hand back and was just about to swing it in to Kaiba’s jaw…

“YAMI, STOP IT!” Yami turned to see Yugi hopping out of Bakura’s car, screaming at him. He had tears running down his face. “Yami please stop it.”

“He doesn’t deserve your compassion, Aibou. He was wrong and deserves to get beat the shit beaten out of him.”

“Please,” Yugi’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Oh, so you like the runt hey,” Kaiba seemed to have regained his breath, but was still doubled over, clutching his stomach. “Just fuck him and leave him Atemu, that’s all he’s good for.”

Yami whirled around fire in his eyes. He had truly had enough, he swung his fist back as far as it could go before throwing his whole weight behind and letting it fly. Kaiba seemed to have regained enough sense though and moved causing Yami’s hand to fly straight into the wall. Yugi winced at the sickening crunch, but it didn’t detour Yami, Bakura did.

“GET OFF ME TOMB-ROBBER. I’LL KILL HIM; I SWEAR TO RA, I’LL KILL HIM. LET ME GO.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that my old friend, Ryou and Malik would kill me.” Bakura said as he dragged him to his car.

Yami pulled out off his grip, but didn’t go flying for the smug brunette. He did pass on a warning, “You come near him, and I’ll kill you.” His voice was a deadly whisper.

“And we’ll let him.” Marik said as he poked his head out of the car window. The demonic smile on his face.

Yami got into the backseat of the car, while Bakura got in the front. Marik drove and Yugi got in beside Yami. Yugi watched his dark as they drove from the one person he never wanted to see again. Yugi watched Yami’s face go from pure rage to pain; the further they got from Kaiba Mansion the more in pain he seemed to be in.

“Yami?” He questioned.

Yami turned to him, pulling his right arm up and out of his lap. It was the size of both Yugi’s wrested out together and slowly turning a purple colour. Yami tried to move his fingers, “FUCK!” he screamed as pain raced up his arm from the small movement.

“That’s not good.”

To Be Continued…

I know I made Kaiba an asshole, and it was fun. Review People.

The following was not written by SetoKaiba’sShowGirl, but by her editor:

Hi people,
This is Bringer of Eternal Darkness also known as SetoKaiba’sShowGirl’s editor. I’m really sorry about all the slow up date, don’t blame her, because it’s all my fault, a lot’s been going on in my life and lately I haven’t had much time to edit. So if you want to rant about something like up dates being late or and grammar and or spelling error bring it to me, not he, fortunately, this time I had a rare window of free time and was able to get this one and the latest chapter of vengeance edited before anything else came up, but I’m afraid these free time opportunities will be limited, so don’t expect such fast update (I am truly sorry about this, I wish I could edit this fast all the time, but unfortunately the fates hate my guts and so they never let me have anything I want) I just want to tell all of you that I personally am liking this fic a lot, and I love everything else she’s written, so no giving her a hard time. Brilliance takes time you know. Anyway, this will probably be the only time you will ever see something from me so I’ll just stop typing now. Bye.
Koi,
Bringer of Eternal Darkness
P.S. Sorry to SetoKaiba’sShowGirl and all her fans for kind of ranting like this, I just thought I need to say something about what’s been going on. I promise you’ll probably never hear from me again.