Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Innocent Dark ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Author: Yami Neferbre

Title: INNOCENT DARK
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, Blade, or Underworld, or any of the songs that I use

Paring: SetoxYami
Rating: R (just to be safe)

Warning: Violence, language, sexual content

Spoilers: None
Summary: It's a remake of my Half a Soul story, and jus for u Dragon, it's a SetoxYami yaoi story.

Status: Incomplete 3/?

 

INNOCENT DARK

 

CHAPTER THREE

 

“Ramsey,” came Seto's voice randomly, lifting his gaze Ramsey locked on Seto's shaded form as he stood in the doorway to the kitchen, “may I speak with you a moment before the meal is ready,” he questioned. Blinking suspicious deep brown eyes the former slayer gave a small nod before rising steadily to his feet, Yulene and Bakura staring after him.

 

Stepping through the threshold behind the slayer he followed the said man outside and into the silver light of the moon. Taking a relaxing breath Ramsey closed his eyes and lifted his face towards the heavens above, it was rare now for him to be able to enjoy the simple pleasures of the beauty of what lay beyond his home and the pressures in his family.

 

Hearing a grunt he reopened his eyes and glanced at the young eighteen-year-old slayer, “yes Seto, what did you wish to speak of”.

 

“Your son.”

 

Discomfort flooding over him Ramsey narrowed his eyes, “what about him,” he demanded, trying to keep his voice steady.

 

Shifting the guns at his waist Seto crossed his arms, “you need to understand the fact that you hurt him incredible with your irresponsibility, your lack of communication and love, and you lack of physical attention. You of all people should know what this can do to a person, your Father was like this to you because he never wanted you in the first place if I remember correctly”.

 

The memory stung, forcing Ramsey to cover his face with a single hand, “I celebrated the day that he disappeared,” he growled out.

 

Averting cerulean eyes Seto continued, “Then you know how your son probably feels at this very moment. Though I doubt that he hates you, he does not seem to be the type to hate or judge, but your presence now seems to bring out the temper that he obviously has”.

 

“I love that boy,” Ramsey murmured out, removing his hand and placing it upon his hip, “I only did what I thought was the best, never once did I consider that I was possibly hurting him with my behaviour. He never appeared to hate me before, in fact now that I reminisce he seemed to fear and respect me until we told him about who he was a few days ago”.

 

“That fuelled it,” Seto expounded, reaching down and absently counting the ammunition containers on the belt he wore, “the fact that you have been lying to him added to all the other faults you have had in raising him. Bakura turned out fine, and he received all the comfort, protection, and love that he needed from you. While Yami, on the other hand, has obviously been neglected because of your want to keep him safe. All you have succeeded in doing, Ramsey; it hurt him more than Valick ever could”.

 

Taking a breath Ramsey glanced back at Yami's bedroom window above, he could see through the light of the candle that Yami was pulling a parka over his shoulders for warmth, “what must I do to regain his love,” he questioned.

 

“For now give him the space he needs,” advised Seto, turning to Ramsey, “and when the time comes he may either come to you, or you must make the first move. Act as you do to Bakura, be there for him and sat that you love him every day after that. It may work, but with how horrendously you treated him, you may never fully have his love like Yulene and Bakura do”.

 

“I don't care, so long as I have his love and trust,” Ramsey murmured, “he, Bakura, and Yulene are my entire world, I cannot live without all three of them. If I lost one, I do not know what I would do”.

 

Cerulean eyes snapped towards the bedroom window, the light had been blown out but he could see with his sharp vision that young beautiful boy peering down at them a few feet from the windowsill. A small smile crept over his lips, a rare thing to behold, `what is it about that boy that is making me like this,' he wondered.

 

“Dinner,” came Bakura's voice through the front window, “come on before it gets cold”.

 

Glancing at each other Ramsey and Seto strode in silently, moving through the door the two of them immediately caught sight of Yami slipping into the kitchen, Blade striding behind him protectively. Seto gave Ramsey's shoulder a small squeeze, forcing the man to look at him, “remember what I said,” he whispered, “do not force him to pay attention to you, give him time”. Ramsey gave him a small nod of confirmation, with that they strode into the kitchen.

 

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Once dinner was done Ramsey, Yulene, and Blade cleared the room moving to the heat of the fire in the living room, leaving Yami and Bakura doing the dishes with Seto watching closely. The process was slow, Yami had insisted on not allowing Bakura to do all of it alone, so with the use of only one arm it became difficult to dry the dishes and put them away in their designated cupboards.

 

“Yami careful,” advised Bakura as he watched his younger brother gingerly remove a large bowl from the large basin of soapy water and place it upon the table.

 

Violet eyes glanced briefly at him, a smile gracing Yami's face, “I won't break anything Kura, you know that”.

 

“I know, I'm just worried that you will try and use that arm,” Bakura stated before indulging his hands in the soapy water again, fishing around with his tongue sticking out while trying to find the plates, cups, and utensils that were left.

 

Yami blinked briefly before turning away, grabbing the towel from nearby he tried to dry the bowl, which moved and turned with his every movement. Growling in frustration he covered his face briefly with the towel before removing it and glaring at the damned bowl, now he understood why Bakura was always cantankerous when he was `gimped'.

 

“Need some help,” asked Seto's deep voice from behind, Yami gasped in surprise as the Slayer reached around from behind him and grasped the edges of the bowl, seemingly unfazed by the fact that their bodies were pressed tightly together. Unsure at first Yami debated on whether to politely ask Seto to leave, or adjust and allow him to help, after all the Slayers body heat was warming and a great comfort.

 

“If it is of no trouble to you,” Yami murmured.

 

“I would not have offered if it was,” Seto stated, adjusting his grip on the bowls edge.

 

“Thank you,” Yami replied before using the towel with his only mobile hand and slowly drying it, Seto shifting it when needed then placing it in the cupboard when it was dry after Yami directed him to which one it was.

 

Bakura stifled his laughter as he watched this, he could tell from the moment that Seto entered this house that he could not hold back his attraction to his younger brother. He was not surprised by this; he knew that when they left for Aldeham one day soon Yami would be swarmed by men and women alike because of his appearance. There was only one part of that which worried him, Yami was still extremely innocent in many areas of a relationship, in fact the young teenager had never been in one never mind show any liking towards others in that perspective.

 

Eventually Bakura stood back drying his hands as Seto shoved the last glass into the cupboard, “that took longer than normal,” he said, hanging the towel up on one of the racks nearby, “we should head to bed Yami”.

 

Nodding somnolently Yami leaned against the table, “agreed, Gods I'm tired”.

 

“I'll change the bandage on your arm,” said Bakura wrapping an arm around Yami's slumped shoulders, glancing up at Seto he smiled, “you should head to bed too, Blade has first watch”.

 

Giving a grunt Seto strode towards the kitchen door, preparing to sleep until his watch came around, but he was stopped by Yami's voice, “good night Seto, thank you for helping with the dishes”.

 

Stopping he glanced over his shoulder, eyes falling upon that beautiful boy, “your welcome, good night”.

 

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A shrill scream broke through the air, shattering the silence as the occupant of the bedroom bolted upright in his bed, brow damp from sweat and his breath ragged. Panting heavily Yami glanced around his room, darkness surrounding him except for the small streams of moonlight that seeped through the half closed curtains. Clutching his broken arm he heaved a relaxing sigh, trying to regain his breath.

 

Another nightmare, more frightening and vivid than the last.

 

Shivering he brushed his blankets aside, shifting he swung his legs over the edge of his bed before rising on shaky limbs. Shifting the slits on his nightgown so that nothing but his legs showed he moved towards the table in the corner of his room. Finding it he reached out knowingly, the tips of his fingers colliding gently with a soft and cold object. Taking one last step forward he slithered his hand over the edge of the object and into the cool water within it, hissing at the refreshing feeling.

 

Delving his single functioning hand into the water he cupped it, pooling water in his palm before leaning over and slashing his face. Gasping as the cold water hit his face he nearly staggered back, steadying himself he leaned against the table before feeling about for the towel he had hanging on the wall. Clutching the soft material he pulled it towards him, taking a breath before he began to lap the water from his skin.

 

Removing the towel and hanging it up he opened his eyes to stare at the mirror before him, the reflection he saw made his eyes water. The paleness of a frightened, wounded young boy stared back at him with bags under violet eyes and exhaustion from the slouch of his shoulders. Blinking he glanced away, three months of barely sleeping was finally starting to take over.

 

Heaving a sigh he hung his head, “I need to start sleeping more,” he murmured to himself, “cursed nightmares”.

 

Widespread hands placed themselves upon his hips from behind, the owner moving forward and pressing his frame against his own. Gasping, fearful that the vampires in his dreams were here he spun and faced the man before him, nearly screaming in rage when he realized that it was Seto.

 

“You scared me,” he hissed, placing his mobile hand over his heart, “Gods, Horus give me strength”.

 

Blinking Seto gently gripped Yami's shoulders, “I'm sorry, I did not mean to frighten you, I thought that something had happened, your scream was rather shrill”.

 

Placing his hand over his throat Yami hung his head in embarrassment, he had not realized how loudly he had screamed until now, feeling that his throat was parched he turned again and taking a handful of water swallowed it enthusiastically, “I'm sorry that I worried you”.

 

“Yami,” came Bakura's voice from the doorway, he stood in nothing but his nightgown with his white hair astray, “are you alright”.

 

“I had another nightmare,” Yami murmured, his voice filled with shame, “I'm sorry”.

 

Moving forward Bakura kindly pushed Seto out of the way before pulling his younger brother to him, “there is no need to be sorry or ashamed Yami, everyone has nightmares”.

 

“I feel weak because of them,” Yami insisted into Bakura's torso.

 

“You are not weak, don't think that,” said Bakura sternly.

 

Silently Seto watched this from a few feet back, barely listening to what was being said between the two brothers. He admired Bakura, the young rookie slayer was not afraid to openly soothe his sibling, and was not afraid to hold and comfort his brother. Years ago, before his own younger brother had passed away, he had been the same way with his sibling. Never once did he let Mokuba sleep alone after a nightmare, or deal with the aftermaths in the dark without any comfort.

 

“I'll stay with you,” Bakura insisted, holding Yami closer, “I can feel you shaking madly, you won't sleep again unless I stay with you, you're filled with fear right now”.

 

“I'm fine,” Yami protested, his voice uncertain and unsteady, “go back to your room, do not worry about me, you deserve to rest you have woken every night with me for the past three months”.

 

“Yami I am not leaving you, I know you, you won't sleep for the rest of tonight unless I stay. You need to sleep, now come back to bed, I am staying with you no matter what you say,” Bakura said, taking Yami's elbows and leading him slowly back towards the bed, supporting Yami's shaking form.

 

Heading towards the door Seto stared at the two, “I'll be right outside the door, call if you need me Bakura,” he offered.

 

Laying Yami down upon the bed Bakura turned to his friend, offering him a small smile of gratitude, “thanks Seto, I owe you”.

 

“I know how this is Bakura, remember,” Seto reminded, “good night”.

 

“Good night,” murmured Yami as Bakura slipped into the bed beside him. Taking a deep breath he snuggled into the warmth and safety that Bakura offered to him, clinging to his torso with his good hand. His brother gently rubbed his back, soothing him and encouraging him to sleep. Minutes passed like hours, the room darkening as the night grew later, soon moonlight no longer seeped as brightly through the curtains. Yawning Yami rested his head on Bakura's chest, his eyes closing in sleep.

 

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Days passed to weeks and weeks faded off to months. July had shifted through to October, the leaves on the trees turning crimson, yellow, orange, and brown before tumbling to the crisp golden grass below. Crops had been harvested, fruits and vegetables had been picked and dug up, leaving the fields and orchards bare and decrepit.

 

Over that span of time Yami and Ramsey barely spoke, they were polite to some degree, saying hello every once in a while, or Ramsey would ask something of his son. Otherwise nothing was said, and no physical contact was made.

 

Seto watched this with a heavy pain in his heart, he prayed that Yami would forgive Ramsey, but he knew all too well what treatment that he had received could do to ones trust and love. He and Bakura would often talk amongst each other, debating that and trying to think of ways to return to Aldahem before Yami's birthday swung around in January, Blade would simply sit back and listen.

 

Yami was nearly fifteen, the age that all those that knew about him dreaded; it was the age that Valick would begin his hunting.

 

With his arm fully healed Yami would spend his time from dusk till dawn either working in the fields, riding, stretching, or finding someway to strengthen the muscles that he already had within him. He spent very little time with his friends, and very little time communicating with others. Everyone within the household could sense the fear growing within him.

 

The nightmares had increased, it came to the point where Bakura had permanently settled within his brother's room, refusing to leave him no matter how much Yami protested. A few times, to allow Bakura a few full nights of rest, Seto has stayed with Yami giving him what little comfort he could.

 

Yulene and Ramsey became worried with this; they along with Blade believed that Valick was trying to frighten Yami before he even made his first appearance. This could worsen the situation by creating an immense fear within Yami, something that they did not want.

 

……………

 

“Bakura,” called Yulene from the front door.

 

Glancing up, his wooden sword still pressed against Seto's, he called up from the barn, “yes Mama”.

 

“I cannot find your brother, have you seen him, I need his help with supper,” she called out, gripping the skirt of her dress as to ensure that the powerful wind outside did not reveal anything that she did not wish to expose.

 

Shaking his head Bakura placed the practice weapon upon the ground, Seto following in suit, “I haven't, maybe he went out ridding, is Blade gone”.

 

“No,” Yulene called, “he is searching for your brother right now in the village”.

 

Locking eyes Bakura and Seto both turned towards the woods, fear lacing through them before they made a silent mutual agreement, “we'll go look for him Mama, don't worry he's probably fine,” assured Bakura. Kneeling down he grabbed his real sword from the ground where he had left it over an hour before and dashed towards the woods, Seto alongside him guns drawn and sword on his back.

 

A/N: I hope that this chapter is alright, I'm trying to make things progress, dunno if its working (shrugs) anyway, R and R please.