Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Little Brother ❯ Traffic Jam- Good on Toast, Even Better on Bagels! ( Chapter 6 )

Little Brother

Traffic Jam- Good on Toast, Even Better on Bagels!

by ChibiBoko

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Poor boy....poor little boy....

Yugi dragged open his eyes, but saw nothing but inky blackness.

Such a poor, guilt-laden little boy....

Gasping, he tried to sit up to locate the source of the whispers, but found his body wouldn't respond. It felt unnaturally heavy, as if cement flowed through his veins instead of blood.

So alone, so afraid...

I'm not!!! Yugi screamed mentally. The blackness surrounding him chuckled.

Do not lie. Do not even try...

We know you....too well.

His eyes widened.

We've always....known you...

Little one...have you forgotten?

Little one? Yugi's brow wrinkled. It sounded familiar. Vaguely, he recalled a deep voice...

The darkness surged around him almost jealously, and the recollection faded into nothingness. Yugi groped after it, but it was lost.

There is no one else, little one. Just us.

Yugi fought to keep his suddenly tired eyes opened, but was losing.

It was always, only us.

We will not leave you.

Yugi fought back against a yawn, but his body was so tired...

Nothing else matters. No one else matters.

He felt himself sinking back into the oblivion.

Only us.

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"Hang on Yugi." His grandfather said tearfully.

He clutched the pale hand as the ambulance they rode in wailed down the street.

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Yami gritted his teeth as he looked out the passenger window. "Careless."

Kaiba raised an eyebrow at him as he tore the car almost too fast around the corner.

"I should've stayed home with him. I should've-"

"-Never left him alone for a second in the first place. I know," The brunette snapped, "you've said it over and over since Yugi's grandfather called." He spared a glare over at Yami to match the one he was getting. "Now shut up already; I'm trying to drive, and I can't concentrate with your whining."

"And you aren't worried at all." Yami stated.

"Of course; I couldn't care less."

Yami looked over at the speedometer needle indicating their outrageous speed. Kaiba caught the glance.

"I always drive like this." He shifted in his seat.

"Right." Yami snorted, returning his glare out the window.

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Yami tapped his fingers irritably against his knee as they waited. And waited. And waited.

"Traffic jam." He growled. "My favorite flavour to spread on toast." He glared at the poor little BMW in front of them. The rear license plate practically cowered.

Kaiba stewed in his seat, occasionally popping his head out the window to get a better vantage of what was happening up ahead. "Not much going on up there." He popped his head back in.

"How can you be so calm about this?" Red eyes snapped at him.

"Why should I be anything else? I don't care what's going on with Yugi; I'm driving you to the hospital only to keep you from getting behind the wheel. The last thing I want is for that old man to have a reason to rip into me again for letting you drive." He shook back unpleasant memories of the last time he took the brunt end of Mr. Motou's temper.

"Right, how could I forget." Yami rolled his eyes. "How could I expect any other reaction when even Mokuba cou-"

Ice disguised as Seto's glare cut him short. Yami sighed exasperatedly.

"Oh for god's sake, Kaiba, I've seen Ryou more worked up over all this!" Yami exclaimed. He jerked back in his seat as Kaiba's car suddenly roared to life, terrorizing the poor BMW so badly it jerked forward and rammed into the Benz in front of it. Both drivers jumped out of their vehicles and started yelling obscenities at each other and gesturing wildly. The cars all around them soaked in the mild entertainment as they waited for the traffic congestion to end.

Kaiba just shook his head at them as he used the newly-freed space to turn into the side street he had spotted.

"And what makes you think I'd indulge you in that?" He returned. "That'd probably make you feel better about it. I can hear your friends now: Oh look, he's human after all. Maybe he doesn't have ice in his veins like we thought." Yami winced internally as the sarcasm viciously bit at him.

"This is mine alone to deal with, Yami. And I'll do it my way, thank you." Kaiba glared at him. "Why the hell would I give you the satisfaction of seeing me like that? Or anyone for that matter?"

"Your way is-" Yami shook his head. He glanced out the window at a seizure-ridden pedestrian who'd tried to cross in front of them as they ran the red light. "Kaiba, you can't keep doing that." He said after a few moments.

Kaiba raised a sardonic eyebrow. "Doing what?"

"He's gone, Kaiba." Blue eyes flashed dangerously at him as he plowed on. "He's gone. Not just to school, not to visit a friend, or the comic book store. He. Is. Not. Coming. Back. And you can't continue acting like he's going to walk in the door any minute." Yami finished as the CEO shifted around in the seat and glared out the windshield.

Oncoming traffic parted like water before them out of sheer survival instinct.

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~@____@~ : Aiiieeeeee....this is so laaate...

Yami R: *nodnod* Your own fault.

~00~: But, but...

Yami R: No getting out of this one, girl. You. Are. Late. ^_^ Not to mention lazy. I'll be surprised if anyone hasn't given up on you updating.

T_T: *Sighs*