Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ In The Dark Of The Night ❯ I'm Back ( Chapter 1 )

Title: In The Dark Of The Night

Subtitle: I'm Back

Series: YuGiOu

Author: Lady Katsuya Bakura

Genre: angst

Rating: R, borderline NC-17

Warnings: swearing, yaoi

Plot Bunny: Yami wants some answers to his hikari's change, but Yumah isn't willing to give them so freely...... (chapter with lime scent, Yumah/Yami)

Yami Lady's Disclaimer: Aibou doesn't own YuGiOu, it belongs to Kazuki Takahashi and other rich bastards. "I'm Back" belongs to those aforementioned rich bastards. She only owns the fic and nothing more

Katsuya-chan's Forward Notes: *blink* *blink* ......Wow, thanks for all the suggestions, guys, I really appreciate it. Normally I'm not too good with outfits and I didn't know WHAT Yuugi/Yumah should wear for this fic. And yes, I am going to call him Yumah from now on. ^.^ WEEE! Modifying ish fun! Take one picture of Pharaoh no Baka, play around with it for little less than an hour and ya have Yumah-chan! ^_^ Hope you guys like this chapter and there were so many suggestions so I'm gonna make it a mix. And Kopy_kat14, I was actually planning on Yumah-chan and the others being in a kinda Goth-band-type thing. There was this really good group in my college last year and they did a version of Marilyn Manson's version of "Sweet Dreams" at this one assembly...... I had that song stuck in my head all day ^.~ One of my all-time favourites. Expect a lot of depressing songs, but "I'm Back" just sounded good for this chapter.

*watches everyone skip to the fic* .......Heartless bastiches.........

Yumah's Shameless Plug: "Kaiba Brothers" and "Bothers Him The Most" by Katmon, and "The World Shall End In Five Days" by Chibizoo. Really good fanfics, go read (after you read Bakura-chan's of course) >=)

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//Disappear, outta here

It was time to pay my dues

Never guessed that you'd be dressed

In my clothes and in my shoes

You couldn't wait to move right in

If I were you I'd be concerned

Ain't no way you're gonna win

Betcha didn't count on my return//

Yami sighed gratefully as the final bell rang, gathering his books up while the teacher told them what to do for homework over the long weekend. He had become so accustomed to life nowadays it was hard for him to remember that he was, all in all, an ancient spirit. Katsuya and the others included him in everything, he'd almost felt bad when he noticed they were accidentally pushing his hikari away from them, drowning him in Yami's shadow.

Until they began teasing him that is. When Tristan and Anzu had told him they'd yelled at Yuugi to fuck off and never bother them again, it had only taken an hour to set everything into his mind. He had waited all afternoon and half the night for his aibou to come home, expecting Yuugi to show up on the doorstep any minute soaked from the thunder storm and puffy-eyed when he realized just what an impact creating his own body had been on the small one's life.

But it seemed the little one had moved on, no longer the innocent child they knew.

All day long, Yami had wanted to talk to Yuugi but it had seemed that the six of Yuugi's friends had been intent on them not talking to each other.

Until now that is.

//Thought you were so tough

You had it all under control

Now enough is enough

Gonna take back what you stole

(Give it up, cus now I'm back)//

The ancient Pharaoh was tripped upon exiting the classroom and sprawled out on the floor, books flying out of his bag as he never had the chance to close it. There was a short-lived laugh and he froze, cold ice gripping at his heart and filling his veins as he realized just who the laugh belonged to. It was cold and malicious, yes, but still the same voice he knew from so long ago. Sitting up on his haunches and rubbing the bare elbow that had been scraped upon fall as he looked over his shoulder, meeting a cold amethyst gaze.

It was the first time that day he'd ever gotten a good look at the new Yuugi, or Yumah Ishtal as seemed to be his name now. And the appearance shocked and chilled him to the bone. He was wearing a dark blue long-sleeved shirt underneath a black no-sleeve one that said "50% Tenshi, 50% Oiishiri", both running to just above his belly button (which was pierced) to reveal what appeared to be a fishnet. His pants were baggy black jeans with pockets in almost every place imaginable that met the top of thick black leather biker boots(1). A spiked leather collar lined his throat with a silver ankh hanging from it and a spiked band on his left wrist, the other hand covered by a black fingerless leather glove. What shocked Yami the most was the multiple piercing in his left ear including an earcuff, his eyebrows and the black eyeliner and lipstick that covered his lips and eyelids. In his right hand was a guitar case with the words "Sahara Hotnights"(2) written in careful, curvy whiteout on the leather case and his left hand on his hip.

//On my own, all alone

This ain't how the story ends

Now I see those close to me

They were just fair-weather friends

You suckered everyone in sight

With promises that fooled them all

You may be top dog tonight

But the bigger they come, the harder they fall//

Yami swallowed, feeling nervous under the cool gaze, almost feeling naked and vulnerable as he watched Yumah turn, throwing a casual glance over his shoulder that motioned for him to follow. The other scrambled to pick up his books and shoved them messily into his bag before jogging after his hikari. They walked through the crowded hallways of the college in silence before Yumah looked over his shoulder once again, smirking when he noticed the Pharaoh no Bakamono was actually following.

"I didn't think you'd actually take up my offer," he purred, tongue rolling across his blackened lips as he looked forward again. "I just assumed you'd go back to the Shining Friendship Club and forget about me again. But not that I mind of course, this last year has been quite peaceful not living in your shadow and waiting for someone to talk to me, not having to listen to everyone talk about "Yami this, Yami that". I don't know what they see in you, Pharaoh no Bakamono, I really don't but apparently everyone thinks you're the better."

"I-I'm sorry," the other whispered, looking down as they walked into the boy's bathroom, vaguely hearing the door lock. There was something......just something about the new Yuugi that made him feel......small and insignificant. Perhaps it was the fact that the new Yuugi was accepted by his friends whereas Yami hadn't talked to his own in days. He bit his lip. 'Maybe this was how he felt......when we pushed him away...............'

"I don't need to hear your pathetic apologies or excuses, Yami no Baka, and quite frankly I don't want to hear your voice either but I'm giving you this one chance to ask the questions I know have been going through your mind all day." Yumah leant his guitar case against the sink before leaning on the bench himself in an almost sexy manner.

Yami looked up, sad crimson orbs noticing that the blonde locks were slightly longer, nearly reaching the tip of the leather choker, the black was more wild and the black eyeliner made those cold amethyst bloodstones stand out more. Yes, his hikari's hair was no longer tri-coloured and the black had fully overtaken the red tips.

//Thought you were so tough

You had it all under control

Now enough is enough

Gonna take back what you stole

(Give it up, cus now I'm back)//

Just like the darkness that had seemingly overtaken his soul.

Yumah began twirling one blonde lock between his gloved right fingers, a habit he'd picked up from his lover. Yes, he and Ryouji-chan were together but he just saw it as away to get rid of those hormones that came when thinking about the other in front of him. Yes, he had changed drastically. Changed from a whimpering, pathetic little nothing into the lead singer and guitarist of the hottest band in Domino, "Sahara Hotnights". Changed from a simpering, weak creature to a Gothic sex god. And had changed for the better.

He pushed himself away from the bench and walked over, noticing with an internal laugh that the other almost seemed......afraid. 'Afraid of me? Hmm, perhaps I can work that to my advantage. Little fool, seems the cat's got his tongue. Or is it I that have his tongue? Let's find out, shall we?'

"Grandpa......he'll be happy to know you're alright, Yuugi. He was worried about you, we all were." He was exaggerating on the "we" part; only he, Katsuya and Grandpa had been worried about the little one, Tristan and Anzu obviously didn't give a damn about what they'd done to him. Vaguely, he wondered why he still talked to them at all anyway. Yami looked up at the bitter laugh, noticing a strange look in the once-innocent eyes that had become bloodstones.

Bloodstones, that was the only way to describe them. Cold, icy, uncaring stones that held promises of torture. Bloodstones were a purplish-red mineral, or so he'd read in his science book, and there was a tinge of crimson to the cool amethysts.

"Yuugi? No, Yuugi is dead, you and your little friends killed him." Yumah placed one hand by the ex-Pharaoh's head on the wall, the other tilting his head upwards. He was only a little bit taller than the Pharaoh now but the other's head was bowed slightly. It was most defiantly amusing, to see a once great Pharaoh of Egypt bowing to him.

It came with a feeling of power.

//Thought you were so tough

You had it all under control

Now enough is enough

Gonna take back what you stole

(Give it up, cus now I'm back)//

Yami's eyes widened when black lips pressed to his own and a tongue inadvertently wormed its way into his mouth, caressing his with both soft and hard strokes, mentally noting the silver metal ball that was a tongue ring. Hands found their way to his hips as his travelled upwards to run through the soft black strands. He'd never been kissed by another guy before and Anzu's homophobia should have settled in by now but one thought ran through his unconscious mind; his hikari was one hell of a good kisser.

Yumah pulled away, smirking when he saw the Pharaoh no baka's dazed expression. He had that effect on people -- Otogi wasn't the only one he'd kissed and his raven-haired koi didn't care who he kissed/fucked. He leaned forward, lips brushing against Yami's cheek chastely before reaching the others ear. "Why would anyone have wanted me around anyway when they had bold, sexy Yami to count on?" he purred, licking the ex-Pharaoh's ear. "Why would they want me when they had you?" He nuzzled Yami's neck, black lips suckling on the skin as if it were as sweet as chocolate. His eyes travelled downward and he smiled cruelly as his gloved hand slid into the other's pants, index finger pressing at the virgin entrance teasingly, closing the gap between them. A dark, husky laugh erupted when he heard Yami moan and buck up against him.

'So easily lured,' his mind purred as he thrusted a finger in, twisting around and stretching the virgin flesh before adding another one in the next thrust. Yami's whimpers were music to his ears as the other's hands clutched at his shoulders, muscles clenching around the fingers. Yumah lifted away from the hickey, giving it a soft lick before pulling his hand away. 'You will come to me, oh-so-wonderful Game King,' he thought, tongue swirling around the two digits before engulfing them teasingly. 'And when you do I'll show everyone just who you really are, I'll make your brave mask shatter like my heart did last year in front of them all.' He pulled away, turning and walking over to the sink, picking up his guitar case and slinging it over his shoulder. 'You'll cry and beg, plead me to give you what you'll need eventually. The best way to achieve this is to act like nothing happens when I have you alone like this.'

Yami braced himself against the wall, swallowing deeply as a horrible feeling came into his stomach, all the blood rushing from his head downwards. The taste of the other still lingered on his lips and tongue, his ass throbbed from the invading fingers that had stretched the flesh and he needed release......badly. Tears threatened his crimson orbs. 'I was the one that made him change,' a pathetic part of his mind whispered, despair clutching at his heart. 'I was the one......who made him this way.' "Aibou......" he whispered, lifting his head just as he heard the latch turn, unlocking them from the outside world.

A tongue ran over Yumah's blackened lips, the silver ball piercing glinting in the low light as he looked over his shoulder. "I never was that to you," he purred, hand gripping the doorknob. "I was just an obstacle, a tool for your escape. I'm not foolish anymore, Pharaoh no Bakamono, I'm not that pathetic weakling everyone hated so don't expect me to forgive you so easily."

'He......he talks as if the last fifteen minutes never happened......as if I mean nothing to him.........' "Aibou, please......don't leave me like this......" It was a whimper as the once-great Pharaoh slid to his knees, staring unbelievingly as the other walked out. Yami's body collapsed to the tiles, unable to hold itself up any longer without support, arms thrown over his head like a child. Ice-cold tears dripped to the floor, his whimpers filling the cold, lonely bathroom as a motorcycle engine sounded outside before he was left to wallow in his quiet pity.

//Thought you were so tough

You had it all under control

Now enough is enough

Gonna take back what you stole

(Give it up, cus now I'm back)//

End of "I'm Back"

(1) I want a pair of these *drools*.........

(2) "Sahara Hotnights" is an actual Goth-like band of girls. I've only seen a video clip to one of their songs (and already I want their album *drool river widens[remember, I'm bi]*) and it just seemed like a right enough name. Plus I couldn't think of anything else to call the band.

QUESTION; should Anzu-teme-tachi visit the club they're playing at, or just buy the CD? (Yes, I do realize I'm kinda making this an interactive fanfic but who the hell cares?) Reviews and fanart much appreciated, thank you ^.^