Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Illusions of Desire ❯ Endure ( Chapter 5 )

A/N: I've discovered I'm horrible at showing that time has passed since I first start a story to the point I'm at, so, just to say something, three days have gone by from the beginning of the story (Ch.1) to where we're at now (Ch-er, what is it again? Oh, right! 5)

A/N #2: I've also noticed that I tend to forget about my about chapter 5... Let's hope I can break the habit. >.<;; (Which is going to be hard considering I'm having a hard time thinking about how to continue this. If anyone can drop a few suggestions in their reviews I'd greatly appreciate.

A/N #3: The lemon in this story is based loosely of a Yami no Matsuei one I found. I don't remember what it was called I wrote this chapter in bits and pieces, which may show in places, and I wrote the lemon shortly after I wrote the last chapter back in July... Anyway, the way the lemon ends is almost straight from that story, well except Yami's... condition... afterwards. Just thought I should say this so no one thinks I'm stealing anything...

Warnings: GRAPHIC RAPE!! REALLY GRAPHIC!! This is un-proofread too (please be forgiving here), and language, as usual.

Disclaimer: …duh…

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Illusions of Desire: Chapter 5

By Miss Sera

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Yami sat on the soft carpet of 'his' room. The many cushions that had decorated the space below the head board, rested between him and the soft, yet much too hard for him, floor. His wounds had been quick to heal, which he was thankful for. But the puzzle could not dissipate the lingering pain of the violent injuries and he still winced every time he moved.

He had wary, having awoken to find himself back in the confines of the bedchamber again. Though he wasn't sure it was because it had been a noticeable amount of time since he had been discarded like a forgotten doll, or that he was still trapped in that damned room. He was immensely pleased to have found he had some freedom, however little, but the fact that he did have a little freedom unnerved him. Kaiba was so insistent about breaking him; it left him to guess this was to be just a short rest before the horror began again.

He decided to turn his thoughts elsewhere. He wondered how long he had been here... Wherever here happened to be. Days? Weeks? He could only guess. The others had most likely noticed his disappearance by now, and he could only hope they would find him soon. This prison- this hell that Kaiba had created for him was worse, so much more worse, than the three thousand years of nothingness he'd survived in the Sennen Puzzle. He would take endless, empty darkness over this in a sparrow's heartbeat.

Something moved outside the door. Yami's heart fluttered much like the above mentioned bird, and he tensed. Was the blue-eyed Satan returning? Was he going to return and play this humiliating game with his "chiisai raibaru" again? The spirit felt the beginnings of tears appear at the bottom of his wide, vermillion eyes- the key had just been placed into the lock and Yami could hear the bolts sliding almost silently out of place.

Kaiba entered without a word, the unnerving lustful glint was still in his eyes, but now a not-so-sane one had come to keep the former company. Gracefully, he marched up to the youth, who was attempting to crawl away from him. The CEO nearly grinned at the undignified sight. Yami seemed to have completely forgotten the concept of 'dignity' just to get away from him.

It was truly beautiful.

The taller boy snatched up the smaller by his forearm, and unceremoniously pushed him onto the bed, ignoring Yami's protests, threats, and curses- half of which he didn't understand, and suspected they were in Ancient Egyptian. When he snagged the neglected pair of handcuffs, the ancient spirit became somewhat frantic.

"Kaiba, let me go!"

Said person loved the way his voice sounded with just a hint of panic, and desired hearing it filled with the emotion full blown.

Kaiba finished his task and set back. Perfect, now for one last thing...

"Please wait right here a moment." Kaiba said, as if the other boy was a willing participant. Yami snorted. "Like hell." He was ignored.

The brunet was gone merely a moment. Yami had difficulty swallowing, despite himself, when he saw the lubricant being placed on the bedside table. He wasn't sure whether to be overjoyed or horrified to see the little thing. Sure it meant that the rape that was coming, for surely it was, would less painful, but he couldn't ignore the fact that it was rape.

Kaiba came back to the bed, crawling on hands and knees until he was straddling the other boy's hips. "So long have I waited to break you. This time, I truly won't hold back." He almost whispered, leaning over him. Yami's ruby eyes widened; barely contained disgust and horror dancing in them. Kaiba leaned farther forward, lips nearly touching a soft ear. "A perfect body... Power to match my own, and what beauty..." His breath brushed his "chiisai raibaru"'s ear, followed by a warm toung. Yami shuddered and almost cringed away. Kaiba smiled and repeated the action, before moving down the refined jaw, to the delicate throat, and then to exposed collarbone.

Thin, skilled fingers worked at the buttons of Yami's temporary shirt, craving the feel of silky skin he knew was beneath. The Game Master was a drug, and Kaiba would have sold his very soul to own him completely.

Each button revealed more lightly colored skin, and Kaiba found himself unable to wait till the last button was gone. He had to taste him. He hungrily attacked the unmarked flesh, seeking out a small nub, teasing it. His hands, freed from the task of unbuttoning the shirt by then, roamed. When he tired of his current piece of flesh he moved to the opposite one, nipping it as he squeezed the other one simultaneously. His actions were rewarded with a strangled cry of pleasure and disgust.

Kaiba pulled back, looking very much like a kitten who'd found the crème.

For the moment, he ignored the breathless body beneath him, to strip himself of his tie. It was dropped to the floor, soon followed by his shirt. He could see Yami becoming annoyed, and he knew prolonging the act would give it so much more impact.

Through soft touches and the needing, wet, hot toung, Kaiba pulled at the rim of Yami's 'borrowed' sweatpants and pulled them down his hips. They were discarded with his own clothes.

Kaiba backed off again, gazing at the creature that once held the title of Pharaoh of Egypt in all its glory.

Yami's damaged pride was done another blow as he blushed and turned his eyes away. He was, without a doubt, sure there wasn't an inch of him Kaiba hadn't already seen. He managed to find his voice and was relieved to hear at least it was still level. "Damn it! Don't just stare at m-!"

Kaiba cut him off by wrapping his warm fingers around Yami's sex.

Yami's throat seized up.

He slowly began to move his fingers over Yami's sensitive flesh, pulling lightly from base to tip. His eyes never strayed from Yami's lightly flushed face and tightly clenched eyes. He brought his other hand into action and continued for close to a minute before Yami began to loose the control he had on his body, and opened his mouth to pant.

Kaiba was delighted.

"Open your eyes; I wouldn't want you to picture another in my place..."

Yami answered by tightening them further.

Kaiba frowned, but shrugged. Bending over he licked the tip of Yami's desire in much the same way a cat would taste a new dish. Yami twitched as his body betrayed him to the sensations and his moaned softly. Kaiba, encouraged, took the whole of Yami's need into his mouth. Twisting the sheets around his hands was all he could do to keep from letting another moan escape him. Sensation soon overrode all conscious thought, and he gave in to the pleasure of his body. Shuddering, he succumbed to Kaiba's experienced attack, his body releasing with a final shudder.

Kaiba swallowed all of the delicious substance with frightening expertise. He glanced up, his smile twisting into a sickening, victorious smirk, when he eyed Yami's half lidded, sedate form. "It's not all bad to belong to another." He said, as if to convince the boy-pharaoh of it. "You'd be well taken care of... I think we could even arrange a way to tell your friends of your well being."

"I'll never belong to you," Yami reminded him, though only half-heartedly. He had yet to regain his breath.

Kaiba merely shrugged, leaving the 'not yet' unspoken. He crawled across to the edge of the bed, where he got off. He didn't go away like Yami was wishing so fervently he would. Instead he turned back, the insane glint in his eyes even more pronounced.

"Now, it's my turn..."

Yami almost whimpered. Almost.

Kaiba stripped and returned to the bed, bringing the small lubricant bottle. The spirit cringed, knowing all-to-well what was to come, and squeezed his eyes tightly shut, praying that the CEO would just get it over with and leave him to his misery. He didn't care what Kaiba did at this point, just as long as he'd have his peace again.

CLICK.

Yami opened his eyes and looked up in time to see the second handcuff fall away with another resounding 'click'. He blinked, dumbfound, at his freed limbs.

"Roll over onto your stomach." Kaiba instructed.

Yami knew it was too good to be true. He glared.

Kaiba raised a thin, eloquent eyebrow as if daring Yami to disobey him-

-Which he did.

With a growl, Kaiba flipped him over, managing not to lose an appendage.

Kaiba coated his fore and middle-fingers with the lubricant, and moved his hand between Yami's legs.

Yami knew there was no point in tensing, as he felt the offending fingers move inside him. However no amount of relaxing he knew of could prepare him for Kaiba's assaults. Not even the sick, twisted comfort of this not being his first time minusculy eased the discomfort.

He growled, glaring at Kaiba over his shoulder. Preparation be damned, he just wanted this over with! "Damn it! Just get it over with," hissed the furious, and in no uncertain terms humiliated, spirit. Something he'd never seen on any human being's face except Malik's insane other personality flashed over Kaiba's and Yami wished he could have taken his words back.

"Are you that egger, Chiisai Raibaru?"

Yami's glare could have melted the North Pole with a glance. Kaiba laughed and withdrew. Yami would have sold his soul to Anubis to throttle him and shut him up.

A hand appeared at his waist, hoisted him up onto his hands and knees, and held him still. As Kaiba pushed inside him, Yami bit his lip almost until it bleed. He refused to cry out even as Kaiba filled every centimeter and kept pushing for more.

"Yamero," Yami groaned into the bed sheets he had a death grip on.

But Kaiba refused to stop. With each painful moan and twitch from the 3,000-year-old spirit, he derived more pleasure.

Finally, after what seemed like eternity, Kaiba nearly pulled out and with what seemed like a terrible waste of energy to Yami, shoved back in. Yami almost sobbed from the bolt agony that shot up his spin.

"Yes, Yami," Kaiba whispered into his ear. "Feel me, feel only me, and know the pain you've given me. Know the power I have over my beautiful raibaru." He began to move relentlessly in him, and Yami could feel Kaiba becoming hard. Relaxing was useless, although Yami tried anyway. Tears of pain sprung up behind his eyelids, even as he willed them back. He grabbed the bedding in his hands and held it tightly.

But the pain only got worse; Kaiba was extremely hard and pushed into Yami unwilling body with new vigor.

There was a heartbeat's pause in Kaiba's rhythm and Yami groaned pitifully. //What is he...?// He glanced over his shoulder and was greeted with a image that was truly horrifying: Kaiba smiling, completely insane, eyes gleaming, but it wasn't this so much as what was in Kaiba's hand.

"IIE!Kaiba, don't- UNK," A sharp blade drove into his chest, his voice cutting off in a wet grunt. He choked and lashed out with all his strength, but it did nothing. With each thrust into Yami's torn body, he drove the dagger into the spirit's chest.

Fell screams filled the room in a banshee-like symphony, and Kaiba came inside Yami.

Kaiba collapsed on top of Yami, heedless of his dagger, and both lay still as they fought to catch their breaths. After a period of time Kaiba felt his strength return enough to allow him movement, and he lifted himself, pulling out the blade and laying it calmly to the side as if it were something innocent.

Tears feel from blank eyes, as Yami's body struggled to breath. Even before Kaiba's eyes he saw the wounds disappearing. If he wasn't mistaken, a faint glow came from the dresser drawer he had locked the puzzle in. Within a matter of minutes, they were completely gone, and not a scar remained to attest to the damage that had been done to him.

"Raibaru?" whispered Kaiba, noticed Yami hadn't moved, even though it was obvious he was still awake.

Nothing- just a blank stare at the ceiling.

Kaiba cackled. Yami was finally his.

Behind him alarms suddenly blared, and the door burst open and cracked up against the wall.

"KAIBA!!"

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(Some unknown amount of time earlier)

After Bakura had come to his conclusion back at the park, he knew he'd have to find a way up to the blimp. This was, however when he came to his problem: How the hell was he going to get on something a few thousand feet above his head?? He'd considered just waiting 'til the thing came down, but then again, he knew nothing about blimps and for all he knew those things could stay up there for a year. He'd even considered using the Realm of Darkness to get up there, but then again he had more chances of winding up in some unknown state in America then he was to land in the floating annoyance above the park. Tossing those two ideas out an illusionary window, he moved onto the last possible idea he could think of (he could think of hundreds of other ideas, but a lot of them didn't made sense, let alone seem possible to do.), which was had led him back to the house he grudgingly called 'home'.

If anyone had been downstairs, they would have become concerned long ago. For an hour, the white-haired ex-thief had been upstairs, most presumably in Ryou's room, and it didn't sound like he was simply sitting up there. Every few minutes there would be a crash, followed shortly by some rather inventive, not to mention colorful, cursing. If indeed someone had been home, especially Ryou, they might have been somewhat afraid of the mess that was undoubtedly being made up there.

Hurriedly, Bakura rummaged through the cluttered papers in the desk drawer. His body was tense, fully intent on his objective. A growl of frustration emitted from him, as whatever he was looking for still eluded him. He was well aware that the lack of interest, had caused it to be forgotten and eventually lost, but now he dearly wished he knew what had become of it.

He gave up on the drawer, nearly knocking it through the back from the force with which he slammed it shut. He was beginning to get pissed, and when he became pissed, things would start getting destroyed. With the thought of turning some of the furniture in the room into firewood to help cheer up a sliver, he turned his attention on the next piece of furniture in the room. The look he was giving the dresser promised certain demolition if it didn't produce what he desired. As is it had heard his thoughts, he discovered what he had been looking for: his old Duel Monsters deck.

It had been a year-and-a-half since the excitement of one of the most popular card games since card games like 'Pokemon' and 'Magic the Gathering'. The game had flared for a good while, especially after Kaiba Seto's introduction of the holographic duel platform, and its more portable successors. But like all fads, people had gradually lost interest in it and moved onto whatever new product had just hit the streets. The yami had noticed some of the shops had even began to stop selling the cards altogether.

He stared at the well used pieces of cardboard, momentarily lost in the memories it dredged up. After the moment passed, he shook his head. He didn't have time to be distracted. Not really paying attention, he set himself down on the bed, favoring the cards in his hands. Having long since discarded them, he had forgotten what cards he had. Now, he shifted through them, looking for a particular type, although he was fairly sure he didn't have the type of card he was looking for.

Irritated he threw the things aside. Of course he wouldn't have one. He had every other type except the one he needed. Great, he thought. Just friggin' great. Matte...

Sitting on the floor, somehow having managed not to get lost in the mess, were two decks lying on the floor- Ryou and Jouno's decks. They must have been just playing for old time's sake. Bakura didn't really care how they got there. He only desired finding what he was looking for, and he knew it'd be in the blond's old deck. Finally he could get what he wanted, and get it all over with. Shifting through the deck he found-

-the card wasn't there. Bakura blinked. What the Fu--?

"You wouldn't happen to be looking for this would this, would you?"

Bakura jumped, having been so intent on his goal that he hadn't been paying attention to much else. Mentally cursing, he looked up to see Jounouchi standing in the doorway a single card in his hand: the Red Eyes Black Dragon- the card he had just been looking for. "Yes," No point in denying it. "And now that you know I want it, you can give it to me." He rose and approached the blond, making to snatch the card and take off. He didn't feel like chit chat with him, and by Ra he was pissed off over going through all that trouble to find that damn card and it turning out Jouno had it all along.

Jouno saw him coming and quickly moved away from him, stuffing the card into a pocket. Bakura's eyes narrowed. The small flame that was his irritation was quickly turning into an raging inferno. He did not have time for this!

The two stared at each other, neither saying anything for a moment.

Jounouchi was first to break the silence, a serious look on his face. "You know where he is." It wasn't a question. The blond already knew the answer.

"Yes," Again no point in denying it. "The faster you give me the card the faster I can bring the baka-pharaoh back." The white-haired fiend moved to take the card, but again the blond evaded him. Bakura's last bit of patience shriveled up in the heat of the infernal. Bakura hissed through gritted teeth; "Damn it, Katsuya! I'm actually trying to help the baka that was too incompetent to keep himself out of trouble! What more do you want of me!?"

"Take me with you."

Everso briefly, a feeling of worry flashed through the thing Bakura had discovered was his heart, though he never paid it much mind anyway. Creatures of the Realm of Darkness could be unpredictable and sometimes the Caster couldn't always control them. Add in that the circumstances were something outside of a duel completely and you pretty much get some nasty possibilities.

Fueled by worry he'd never admit, not even after burning away in hell for the better part of eternity, he was about to say, in no uncertain terms, Jouno would just get in the way, but stopped. Duel Monsters, he remembered all to well, were fine-tuned to their duelist, especially if they had a deep bond with each other. Subtly he extended a bit of his consciousness to the monster. It refused him immediately. It refused to listen to anyone but its blond master. Bakura almost threw his hands up in the air in frustration. Almost.

With the same tone as the last time he'd spoken, he hissed: "Fine."

Consulting the ring again, the thing led the two lovers through the steel maze that was their city. When the two walked into the park, Jouno had a similar reaction that Bakura had had. "A Park?" he asked incredulously. Kaiba had taken Yami to a park? What if a little kid saw them!? (A/N: -_-;;;; Ok, just Jouno on that last part, but anyway…)

Bakura rolled his eyes, choosing to see if the blimp was still mostly above the park rather than making the snide comment that was playing on the tip his toung. The little pointer of the ring pointed to the left a little before it lost it signal again. It was enough. "Hand me your Red Eyes."

Jouno frowned. The white haired youth still hadn't explained why he needed it, and the blond didn't like to be kept out of the loop of things. "Why?"

Bakura was not known for his patience. "You idiotic friend is on a blimp, ahou."

Jouno glared. "Fine." He threw the card at the other hoping it would hit him. He loved Yami no Ryou, but he could be so frustrating! Bakura of course just caught it.

"When I call it, you'll have to tell it what to do."

Blink. "Me?"

Frustration."It's your monster."

Blink again. "Oh. Right."

Silent groan.

Hard, brown orbs disappeared behind thin, pale flesh, as Bakura closed his eyes. Effortlessly he delved into the dormant power of the Sennen Rod; the energy waking eagerly at the chance to be used. It took the control of many years of practice to pull just enough for his task, without allowing the power to overwhelm him. Having gathered the energy he desired, he sent part of his consciousness into the void called the Realm of Shadows, calling the soul of the creature of the card held loosely in his hand.

It heard his call, and allowed him to pull it into the real world. A gasp from his blond told him what he already knew he'd see when he opened his eyes.

Jouno's mouth fell open; awe in his wide, honey gold eyes. He'd seen the beast in holograms time and time before, but its magnificence was nothing compared to its real, live counterpart. The presence of the Red Eyes seemed to fill the entire park and he could feel the heat the radiated in waves from it. Sharp, glowing ruby eyes gazed down at him, waiting patiently for its purpose to be served. This creature is mine...? Jouno's mind whispered.

"Ready now?"Bakura asked. He'd understood his lover's surprise and had given him a few minutes to gawk. But the unease that had been growing in his stomach was becoming harder and harder to ignore. Honey eyes snapped to him when he'd spoken, and Jouno murmured an affirmative. After a moment it became clear that Jouno wasn't telling the dragon to do anything. "Now what?"

Jouno didn't quite look at him. "How do I get it to let us on?"

The white haired fiend snorted in mild amusement. "You tell it to lower itself and let you on."

The blond looked like he'd had a revelation. Soon, after a concealment spell to keep the Red Eyes hidden curtsy Bakura and many mishaps (Jouno may love the white haired yami, but the Red Eyes seemed to feel differently, acting more like it'd rather roost Bakura then let him on its back), the dragon's powerful wings had carried them into the clouds.

Jouno relished in the feel of the dragon he'd lived and nearly died for. It lifted them high above the clouds, and the blond couldn't help but wish he had all the time in the world to be where he was now. This was a freedom like nothing he'd ever experienced; the wind in his hair, no restraints to gravity, one of his koi's arms wrapped around his waist... Oh how he wished that Yami was safe, and Ryou were with him and Bakura, then he could have truly enjoyed it.

"There's the blimp," Bakura called over the roar of the wind. Jouno nodded an affirmation, and ordered the dragon towards it. How the creature heard him over the wind, he'd never know.

The dragon caught up to the slow moving blimp easily. It looked like it was generally moving in a circle around the park, using the large amount of clouds as a cover. With the cloudy forecast they had been getting lately, it was the perfect cover, both were sick to acknowledge.

Here came the tricky part. The duo had to enter the side of the blimp, without getting caught (they couldn't see through the walls), and without getting stuck- in the Realm that was. Again Bakura reached into the energies of his Sennen item, taking what he needed to summon the portal. Within seconds the portal had appeared.

"Jouno, you go through first." said Bakura, loudly. "I'll follow and close the portal after you go through.

Jouno glanced back at him, almost as if to argue, but he turned back to the dragon without saying anything to the other. "Red Eyes, get closer!" When the portal was within jumping distance, the blond stood with a little help from Bakura, and jumped through the portal-

-Right onto a hard, cold, tiled floor of some random living quarter.

Bakura came through right afterwards with all the grace to suggest he'd been born pulling stunts like that. He raised an eyebrow at the disgruntled blond. "Are you usually this graceful, or where you showing off just for me?" He asked flatly.

"...Shut up."

Bakura snorted and walked to the door. As the door slid open, the blond-haired teen had joined the whiter haired one, who held a finger to his lips. A nod was his response.

The hallways were disserted, as they'd expected. Kaiba had no fear of intruders, especially when there was a big ol' barrier of thin air between the people 'up there' and the people 'down there' [1]. Kaiba, however, was going to learn thin air could do diddly squat to protect him, even if it was a few thousand feet of it.

One of the tongs of the Ring rose shakily in the direction to their left, almost as if it were unsure, before it fell again a last time, decided they could do the rest of the work. It was all they needed anyway. Walking through the blimp was the easiest thing they'd both done. Hell, they'd probably find opening a jar of pickles harder than this!

After wandering down the hallway the Ring had sent them down, they eventually came to a door at the end. This door was, noticeably different from the rest and they knew instantly this was the door they looking for. It seemed Kaiba had actually put a lock of sorts on the door. It was a code one where a pad-lock of sorts stood out above the handle.

The two looked at each other. What kind of password would the psycho billionaire use. It didn't take them long to guess that it could be anything, but Bakura wasn't going to allow that the stop him. He was a thief! He'd broken into tombs more complicating then this. Without a thought, the ex-Tomb Robber pushed a few buttons.

~Invalid password.~

Bakura glared and tried again while Jouno watched slightly amused.

~Invalid password.~

"Damn it, what the hell could it be if it wasn't--" Suddenly a muffled scream cut Bakura off mid-curse. Horrified, honey eyes met concerned chocolate. They needed to get into that room, and fast. Again a password was put in and again they were denied. The screaming inside had yet to stop, and Jouno was looking more and more ready to tear the door down.

Suddenly the screams stopped. The silence scared them more then the screams.

Jouno had reached his limit. Lock or no lock that door was going to open! "Ok, that it's! Let's just knock the GD door down!" Bakura was all to happy to agree.

The door went crashing open with a slam and to the blare of alarms.

Both froze at the sight before them. Kaiba. Leaning over Yami. Blood everywhere. Jouno was beyond furious. "KAIBA!!"

[You have no idea how tempting it was to end it here. But I'll write the rest of what I had planned for this chapter, just to make up for the four month wait.]

Seto Kaiba's head snapped to them and his eyes widened in shock. Jouno would have taken this moment to throttle the other teen, had it not been for one thing: Bakura beat him to it. Kaiba had perhaps enough time to realize was flying at him, before someone was actually on him. The almost albino and brunet went of the side of the bed in a tangle of limbs and sheets.

Jouno could only stare as his koi tried (and for the most part was succeeding in) choking the bastard. Said bastard was retaliating, making it hard for the thief to keep his hold.

The blond would have continued to stare, had the fact that they were there to rescue someone, and not watch annoying-sons-of-a-bitch get what they deserve, not hit him. He quickly snapped out of it, moving as quickly as he could to the side of the bed, where he instantly felt his blood reach no peaks of boiling.

The sheet that had been covering Yami and Kaiba during the rape had been pulled off the bed with the rapist, and it left Yami and all the evidence of the multiple harassments. Semen covered the sheets in-between the Game King's legs, blood was everywhere, and the blond easily spotted the blood-saturated blade on the table. And his eyes; his once fierce and sharp, ruby eyes had dulled to a sightless brick-like color.

Jouno wished he could be left alone in a room that sick bastard, and then Kaiba'd really get what he deserved from him.

The blond couldn't stomach the sight anymore. Swiftly, he stripped off his over shirt, leaving himself in only a sleeveless shirt. Hesitantly, he reached over and gently brushed his fingers over the bare shoulder of his friend. "Yami?" No response.

Jouno was starting to get scared. He'd heard of things like this. Sometimes when people couldn't handle some traumatic, they'd retreat into themselves. There was no telling if they'd ever be able to reach Yami if he'd retreated within himself. "Yami, it's me, Jounouchi. It's time to go home" A gentle but firm shake. No reaction, Jouno held his breath, then-

Yami blinked and a light slowly formed in the small duelist's eyes. It was slight, but there. They filled with tears when he saw him. "...Jounouchi-kun?" Yami's voice was hoarse; Jouno wouldn't have cared if it was a whisper. Yami was still with them, and he was grateful for it.

The blond smiled a weak version of a his normal carefree one. It was more for Yami then it was for him. "Yeah, bud, it's me." As slowly and gently as he could he reached under the smaller body and lifted it into a sitting position, wincing in sympathy which each harsh gasp Yami took.

"Yami, I'm going to slip this shirt on, ok?" There was a slight nod and within a few minutes, the shirt was on, and Jouno had gently lifted Yami into his arms. Yami whimpered softly, clenching the material of the blond's shirt. The pharaoh felt like he would slip back into that horrible nightmare if he let go, and the thought terrified him.

Jouno's heart went out to the broken boy in his arms. It was time to go; those alarms were most likely bringing a shit load of guards. "Bakura! We gave to get out of here!"

At first it seemed as if Bakura hadn't heard. They continued their death match. Suddenly the fiend lashed out and Kaiba slumped, his eyes rolling back into his head. He was unconscious, if he'd had the time he would have banished straight to the Realm. He joined the other two, and took notice of something, Jouno hadn't had time to notice; "Where's the Puzzle."

As if the Ring had sensed that Yami wasn't going to answer, it lifted to point at the dresser, saving him from having to speak. Bakura ruffled through the drawers until he found what he needed, and the two took off as fast as they possibly could to the place of escape.

Unbeknownst to all, but the ones there, doctors at Domino Hospitalfought desperately to clear the lungs of a small tri-color haired boy, as the heart monitor of the side went flat line...

To be continued...

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Yami-san: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME??? AND WHAT WAS THAT LAST PART???

Me: *smirk* I'd think it was obvious...

Yami-san: DIIIIIIIIIIIE, DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *chases after her with a Dragon Master Knight (is that right?)*

Me >____< *runs* How the hell did you get that??

Yami-san: NO QUESTIONS! JUST DIE!!!

Hisoka, Sirius, Yugi-neko, and Seto: O_o *sweatdrop*

Yugi-neko: mew mewmewmew, mew-ew... {Er- review and tell what you think, bye-bye}