Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Possession ❯ Trust ( Chapter 21 )

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AN: ...and here I thought I was putting this fic on a brief hiatus. Silly me, thinking I had a choice in the matter.

Say hello to a weeeeeeeeeeeird style. Also many many points of view. Or perhaps only one? Perceptions of reality... or perhaps not.

Now that I've thoroughly confused everyone, here's the new chapter. Enjoy.

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-Yami Bakura-

And you sit and stew in the darkness and you're restless and reckless and want to be lost but you're not. You sit and snarl at the mortals as they speed by, running like the children they are, because hell, you are the bogeyman, and their souls would look so pretty caught all breathless and helpless in a pretty card or figurine, wouldn't they?

But then your hikari would glare and pout and dart away from your kisses, and you can't have that, no you can't, because he's yours, and your things shouldn't run away from you.

He's playing at one of the games now, the lights gleaming on his cloudy pale hair and turning it into a shimmering rainbow. He's pretty, so pretty, and you stop glaring at the silly little humans because he's so soft and so pretty under the lights, your ring (your Ring your claim your bond) gleaming like sunshine and starlight around his neck, and you love him, don't you? Like pretty jewels all drenched in blood and tasting of old sour wine. Your little treasure. No tombs to plunder, but why bother when you found him shy and pale and bewildered in your arms when you kissed him that first time, when he turned pale pink and ducked his head away, so you tugged on his starlight hair and kissed him again, and tossed him down to the floor, and this time he caught his hands in your hair, and you were happy and happy and happy like nothing and everything in the world belonged to you.

You're calling his name now, and he's glancing over his shoulder, eyes shimmery and dark like thick chocolate, and he's whispering a warning now, isn't he?

/Careful careful we can't let them see we can't let them know.../

//Fuck them,// you hiss, and you stalk over and shove away the idiot blonde, because he's standing too close, always too close, and all right so three feet away isn't close, but he can't stand that near to your hikari, now can he?

So you lift the controllers and slip the yen into the machine and you want to steal a kiss more than any shiny bauble you've seen, but those eyes keep sliding towards you, so you hold back, you hold back, even though you know he won't object.

Then you take up the challenge and he's sweet-smelling and shy again, /...you're playing?/ he giggles, and you stick your tongue out at him because you might be evil but he's a beautiful little thing like starlight on moonshine so you don't care how silly you look to him, because you know he loves you and loves you and loves you forever.

And when he laughs he sounds like those strange spring rains.

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-Ryou Bakura-

And you know they're goggling at you both, but he's so adorable, isn't he? Soft pink tongue and sharp white teeth like fangs and still he's grinning like a fool or a madman or both, but you don't care.

He's so strange, isn't he? He loves you so much he crushes you too tight when you hug, and he loves you so much he showers you in gold he ripped off of broken corpses, and he loves you so much he comes home with blood dripping from his icicle hair and kisses you hard and sweet and salty and cackles and gleams with delight.

You love him for it.

You turn back to your game and he pouts behind your back, but you know he's just being silly, and no, they don't know he can be silly, but he can. He can be silly and affectionate but they'll never know because he'll never drag them out for midnight pizza and feed it to them piece by piece, and he'll never wash their hair when they're all slippery and tangled in the shower, and he'll never keep his hands all over their skin.

He's all yours because they all hate him.

And you have to wonder if perhaps they don't hate you too.

Because you love him. You'd die and live for him.

They must hate you.

...how strange then, that they don't.

Perhaps they are fools.

But what does it matter?

He's got a higher score than you!

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-Yami Yugi-

You're letting them ignore you and keeping to the shadows, because they're all you've ever known. You watch him with hungry eyes and arms that long to hold and hold and hold, but you let him go because you know he needs to breathe, to be normal, to do what they expect even though you know they don't deserve his precious time.

Nobody does.

You watch him as he giggles like sunshine and shakes his head and chides the brunette for his clumsy move. He tosses his card out and wins the game, but he always will, and a friendly match is only that.

And a big hand clasps into his own and hauls him up - and you'll kill him for that, rip out his soul and tear it to shreds because those soft little hands belong to you and what the fuck does he think he's doing?

You've stalked across the room now, and you're glaring up into frightened gold-grey eyes, and he backs away because you want to take him and break him and he knows what you want to do, and it's all you can do to hold back the chuckle because your hikari doesn't like it when you laugh the way you feel like laughing right now.

You remind him of sandstorms and midnight, and he shivers at your side, sweet hands gentle and pleading and you can't resist him, you can't, so you leave the mortal with his frayed sanity and pull him close to you and purr into his neck.

He quivers in your arms, and you love him, you love him, he's so delicate and fragile and so strong that it takes your breath away. He smells of shampoo and milkshakes and he's all yours to take and taste, and you let your lashes flutter shut against his pale skin, and he coos all warm and pretty and snuggles close close close tight up against you.

He pats your bangs as best he can and wriggles backwards onto your lap, and mmm, so warm, so light.

You kiss his dainty little palms and he squeaks at you, because he's not a child, and you know that, you never would have bedded a child, but this is your hikari, your salvation, so you pet him and cuddle close and fuck everyone else because he's yours and no one else's.

Sleek little hands coax at your arms, but you pull him down harder against you and nibble at his ears and he sighs and squirms and you tilt his head back and push open his soft wet mouth and he melts into you and you love him always and forever and forever and forever.

Your little hikari-savior-lover-mate-soulbonded-angel.

Yours yours yours.

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-Yugi-

And you shouldn't be doing this, you shouldn't, but the lights are low and the corner's choked with the shadows, so maybe nobody will know?

You love him when he's like this - hungry and wild and he's not like anyone else could ever be. Your mother hates him and your grandfather wants him dead and fuck them both because you love him so much it makes your head hurt and your chest get tight and you know they'll hate you for it.

Or they think he'll corrupt you, taint you, break you and steal your innocence.

You think it's funny. He loves you because you're so pure. And yes, you've loved him before, spent long nights awake and breathless in his arms, and you're still you no matter what they say.

He calls you his own and threads his hands through your hair and you do love him, you do.

You love him even after he's done it all - even when the madness spikes and roils with his power, and you know he can't help the magic that made him, it isn't his fault he was born in the throes of midnight and storms and darkness.

You're the only thing that can calm him, and he's the only one who makes you feel.

You pity the others, those who will never know, those who can never understand. Empty souls - you solved the unsolvable to retrieve him from himself and madness and decay, so what must it be like for those who don't have a destiny?

The thought of normalcy terrifies you.

This is your normal. His hands slipping around you and his mouth warm and wet and hungry on yours, his attention always there and always yours, because you know how much he loves you.

He's never said the words, but by the gods, does he love you.

You thought about asking for the stars, just once, just once to see how he ripped them from heaven and laid them at your feet, but then you realized the stars didn't matter, nothing did, nothing except the curl of his thoughts in your head all drowsy and lazy and scarlet stained ebony and slow and affectionate and always always always just for you.

And you love him in the humid darkness of the dark corners of the arcade when he's kissing you like you're dying and need to be saved.

Maybe you are.

But maybe your salvation is a fallen angel?

He tastes like everything you shouldn't savor - but you do.

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-Malik-

And you try not to giggle, but they're all so cute, so cute, and the funniest thing of all is watching them dance around and try to be normal.

Normal can go fuck itself, because that laugh is bubbling up in your throat, and gods, Yugi's got balls for being that open in public, all tucked in tight corners and tighter clinches in the darkness. Who needs to be shy when you'll have the world at your feet?

And you will, you must, you will because of that drowsy, sleepy-eyed madman lounging at your side, and you're far away from them but still together, even though they fear you more than they hate you. You know you can't leave, and you hate it, because the only thing you ever wanted was freedom, and how can you be free when you're tied down the way you are?

Freedom.

Maybe that's what you fight for?

Giggling like shattered glass and empty mirrors, and you snuggle into his side, as grateful for the shadows as the pharaoh must be. Envy? Maybe you're just greedy.

Maybe you want sunshine and flowers and slender hands wandering around you because the world's at your feet.

You'd like that.

You'd like to see the world bow before you, but you'll settle for an eternity of kisses and fighting and maybe not pancakes, but Isis will be there and pet your hair and love you both despite everything, and you love her, you do, you love your big sister like the stars love the sky, and it's even better because your yami loves her too, more than anything except you.

You'll conquer the world, and then you'll be happy, everyone will be happy, your yami and your sister and the tomb robber and Ryou and the pharaoh and Yugi and everything will be perfect so long as the others don't shatter.

You bury your face into his shirt and smile like poison because you just love them all, but you love your yami like you love the sound of screaming in the night, and he giggles into your hair and calls you his sweetling and you know he dreams of torn flesh and seas of blood.

And you don't care because when he dreams, he dreams it all for you.

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-Yami Malik-

He cuddles up against your chest and wants for eternity, and you toy with his wish and warp it for your nightmare, and he loves you for it. You kiss his silksoft hair all shiny like gold like honey like amber and he slips his arms around you tight.

Rip and tear and break them all. He'll have his dream, and you'll have yours, and they're the same because you're the same, even if the silly mortals don't understand it.

You'll let the blood slide down your skin all sweet like his kisses and you tell him he tastes like blood, and he slides away so you catch him again, and he's soft and squirming so you pull him into the darkness and nuzzle his lips.

He swats you away and makes a face like he's eaten a sour lemon, and you want to kiss away the pout.

Hikari like summer like mist like delight like all those pretty broken things you left behind you blows platinum away from pale cold lavender, and you wish he'd come closer, because those strangers' eyes are on him again, and you want to tear them out and mash them into jelly and serve them on toast for his breakfast.

So you follow him through the crowds like a wraith, like his shadow, because you are his shadow and he knows it so he doesn't hurry to run away, he hurries to make you smile and catch him.

You want to catch him.

You want to catch him and hold him and pet and play and cuddle and kiss and fondle and dream of him all soaked in wine and blood and tears and sweat and need.

You love him.

You want to hold him and break him and keep him and keep him and keep him because he belongs all all all to you.

And nobody will notice the bodies that fall behind you.

Silly mortals, getting in your way.

Don't they know you're playing tag?

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-Katsuya Jounouchi-

And you knew this was a mistake, you knew this was a fucking screwed-up mess, because sometimes they got worse and sometimes they got better, but tonight was the worst by far.

You're just glad you left Shizuka at home. You don't want her to see this.

You especially don't want to know what Yugi is doing curled up in that dark corner, but you can guess.

Yeah. You made a mistake.

A guy's night out for your birthday?

You must've been on something bad.

Seto's going to kill you.

Mokuba's going to love you forever. That sundae was bigger than he was.

If Seto ever lets go of him, that is.

That doesn't seem very likely, now, and you grab Honda's arm and drag him off to get sodas, because some things you just shouldn't see, and what you leave behind you is definitely something you don't need to see.

Sure, they can be in love.

Sure, they can make out.

Sure, they can stalk each other through the crowds.

Sure, they can play video games with dangerous eyes.

But damn it, do they have to do it in public?

You think you're going to go lose your lunch someplace nice and quiet and then go home and call up Mai and babble like a moron and let her scold you for your stupidity.

You blink.

You stare blankly at the door.

You know, you just might be in love with her.

Honda pushes you out the door because you're stunned and stupid and grinning like a moron.

Holy freaking hell, you're in love.

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-Hiroto Honda-

You're rolling your eyes and shoving along your best-friend-the-moron, who's still staring into nothingness and grinning like an idiot.

You remind yourself that he is an idiot.

You try not to remember what you just saw. Because it's creepy and wrong and it scares you half to death. Maybe it's just you, but there's something wrong with that situation, something terrible and twisted and you don't want your friends anywhere near it.

It's a pity that your friends are it.

Count the bodies on the floor, count the soulless shells, count the raving madmen and the shattered souls, and the number rolls down to three golden treasures that do nothing more than destroy.

It can't be love.

It can't be anything.

But gods above, does it scare you.

You'll stand with them and stand for them and stand together - but you don't have to like what they do.

They don't even know what they're doing.

They're fools.

And you're a fool for not doing anything about it.

And Jounouchi's a fool, because he's been staring across the alley for the last five minutes, and he hasn't yet said a word.

...not that it matters. Seto's gonna kill him.

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-Seto Kaiba-

You're going to kill him for this. A night out at the arcade with this bunch of losers, but Mokuba wanted to come, and you can't say no to Mokuba.

And all right, he was having fun before, when they gorged themselves on pizza and soda and thick milkshakes, and you gave in and let Jounouchi buy him the biggest ice cream sundae they had, and you still can't believe he ate the whole damn thing. Then you wandered off to here, and the night went down the tubes, because tonight is worse than usual because everyone is here. They're here, all right, here but somewhere else, somewhere far away where the world won't touch them because the world's too damn terrified of them to do a thing about it.

He's sitting on your lap now, pouting and whining because you clamped your hands over his eyes when you caught sight of what he was staring at, because Mokuba's much to young to see that.

Hm. The bodies still haven't moved.

You shake your head and bury your face in Mokuba's hair and hug him close to you, and he shuts up and gets very still and quiet, he always has, whenever you've done this. You don't know when it started, and maybe you're just crazy, but Mokuba always calms you down, even when he's bouncing around and dragging you to all the places you never wanted to see.

Yes. You are going to kill Jounouchi the next time you see him. With your bare hands.

Because you just know Mokuba's going to turn those big blue eyes on you and ask you all sorts of questions you don't know how to answer, and you'll feel like an idiot and he'll just be more confused, and then with your luck he'll ask somebody on your staff, and word will leak out, and the press will get wind of it, and that will just piss you off and make you want to kill Jounouchi even more.

Mokuba's tugging at your arm now, so you drop your hands and scoop him up and tuck him into your chest, and he's gotten a lot bigger since the last time you did this, you must have been feeding him right after all. He wraps his arms around your neck and you stand up and ignore all the stares you're getting. Mokuba knows it too, so he presses his face into your shoulder and you stalk away from the crowd, deliberately avoiding the lunatic and the hikari, keeping far away from the corner and even farther away from a heated battle of Tekken.

If you were anyone else but you, you'd feel stupid. Teenage boys aren't supposed to carry around their little brothers, not when the little brother is over three years old. But you don't feel stupid.

You just want to kill Jounouchi, that's all.

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-Mokuba Kaiba-

You feel a little bit silly. You're ten years old now, you're not a baby! Seto's such a big dork sometimes. You don't want to leave, you were having fun, until Seto freaked out and grabbed you.

Of course, you can kind of understand that. Malik's a little bit scary, and his yami is a lot bit scary, so when they chased after each other and there was this dull 'thunk' wherever the yami went, you sort of backed up into Seto, and that's when he snatched you away from the crowd and your game and your soda.

Did he really have to cover your eyes? You aren't as innocent as he likes to think - even though you know you've picked up all your bad habits from him.

...what's Yugi doing, anyway? You lift your face just enough to take a peek, and there he is, with his yami, in the corner and... and... what the hell are they doing? It looks kind of uncomfortable, Yugi all bent backwards across his yami's lap, and why does he keep kissing him like that?

Teenagers are so weird.

Seto's shifting his weight, and you look up to see that you're going outside, and wait, you left the rest of your soda back there! That was your soda, you bought it!

You tug on Seto's jacket, but he's got that look on his face that means he wants to kill someone, so you decide to shut up and be quiet, because how long has it been since he's done this to you? A year, maybe more? Yeah, you do feel silly, but you feel special, too, because he's paying you so much attention, and sometimes it's hard to get to him because he's always so busy, so maybe you should just enjoy yourself?

So you snuggle up close and don't jump away when he plops you in the limo.

He raises an eyebrow but sits next to you anyway, and you nuzzle against his side and he hugs you tight tight tight until you almost can't breathe, and you think the driver's smiling at you but you don't care how silly you look.

You've got the best big brother in the world.

So there.

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-The Spirits-

And you stumble out into the darkness, your soulmate in your arms, and you don't look at each other as you part ways, but you know what they're thinking, and they know you too.

It's warm and it's quiet and in the stillness no one says a word.

Keep them secret, keep them safe, keep them close close close beside you.

And slaughter all those who would stand in your way.

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