Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Psyche ❯ Failings ( Chapter 11 )

 

Disclaimer: Yugi-oh is the property of Kazuki Takahashi, who is a genius.

 

This is the third part of the Chrysalis series. You will enjoy this more if you read Chrysalis and Emergence first. You will get lost!

 

Well, my wrist is feeling better. I feel while roller blading and ripped up both my wrists, so they got put into those nasty Velcroy splints. When they came off, my wrist was stiff, but much happier for it's three week vacation. I also got a nice squishy wrist support for my computer, so hopefully this whole thing won't happen again. Thanks for being patient!

 

Psyche

Chapter Eleven: Failings

 

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OCs

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Jame: Kaiba's secretary who wants to be fired.

Yuai: Yugi's girlfriend, sort of..., one of three rulers of the Shadow Realm. Though she's been slacking lately.

Lord Kallon: The Dark Sage and one of the three rulers of the Shadow Realm, though he tries hard not to be.

Ledowr: The Magician of Black Chaos, also one of the three ruler of the Shadow Realm, and is trying even harder not to be.

Koori: The largest male Blue Eyes White Dragons

Shimo: The other male Blue Eyes White Dragon

Kisara: The only female Blue Eyes White Dragon

E'on: Jonouchi's Red Eyes Black Dragon

 

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Yugi and Mokuba

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“Well, it isn't like the mansion, but…ahhh…” Yugi looked uncertainly around the small guest bedroom, or more accurately, Mokuba's new room. The small cheerful room, to his eyes, never looked so very small till now, nor had the bright green and blue striped curtains looked so limp and worn. The carpet, with a small stain from a art project accident looked cheap and raggedy. The desk in the corner looked chipped and it's chair looked rickety and scuffed around the legs. The bed, which had been cheerful yesterday, now looked old. Even the new bookshelf Grandpa had bought yesterday looked like a pressboard nightmare.

 

“It's great Yugi. Honest.” Mokuba gave him a half hearted smile and dropped his suitcase on the bed. “I'm just happy that your grandfather would do this for me.”

 

“Yeah.” Yugi noted that it didn't take a genius to figure out that Mokuba was far from happy. Actually, the word that seemed to closest describe his friend was gloomy. As if I look any better. “You want to unpack now? We could order pizza and maybe get Honda and Anzu over and watch movies later.”

 

Mokuba shook his head. “I got some stuff to do from the office.”

 

“Oh, you sure?” Yugi looked out the window and cringed at the beautiful view of the neighboring building. “We could probably bug Yami into playing Mousetrap with us. He just can't figure out that game. It's really funny to watch him try to strategize and bluff his way through it.”

 

A tiny smile tugged at Mokuba's mouth for a second, then disappeared. “Seto would love to know…would have …” He shrugged, looking gloomier. “He would have loved to hear that. We… used to play all the time when… I was little. He was really great at it, but he let me win.”

 

“Yeah, Yami's great weakness exposed and there's no one to take advantage of it.” Yugi tried out a laugh. It didn't work well. He gestured to the suitcase, hoping to change topics. “Do you want some help unpacking?”

 

“No. I'm fine.” Mokuba shrugged. “I was thinking of working on that paperwork first. I'll unpack later.”

 

“Sure. Can I get you anything?” Yugi backed out of the room, feeling like a coward, but right now he had an almost overwhelming urge to find his yami, throw himself at him and cry.

 

“I'm fine.” Mokuba's smile was just as broken as Yugi's. “Really.”

 

“Okay. Grandpa's down in the shop and I'll be around here someplace.” Yugi managed to get into the hall. “Probably with Yami. When you're done, come and find us and we'll… help you settle in and all that.”

 

Mokuba sat down at the small desk and dug a huge stack of papers out of a side pocket of his suitcase. “Okay. Later then.”

 

Yugi nodded at Mokuba's back and hurried away to find his yami. Ever since Bakura had dragged his semi conscious darkness home, leaving an almost equally stunned Mokuba off too, he had to know where his other and his grandfather were at all times. He even had periods where he would suddenly need to check on Honda, Anzu, Ryou, Mokuba, and even Bakura. He had their numbers programmed in the speed dial on all the houses phones and on his cell, just so he could call them quickly.

 

Yami? Where are you? Yugi poked his head into their bedroom, but it was empty of all Egyptian spirits.

 

Downstairs. Do you know where the box of Inuyasha plushies are?

 

Yugi pattered quickly towards the shop. On the top of the left hand shelf facing the door.

 

There was a pause. He could distantly feel his darkness grumble about something. Oh, got it. Thanks aibou. How's Mokuba?

 

He wanted to finish some paperwork. He trotted down the stairs to the shop. His eyes already scanning to find his other. As he got to the bottom of the steps, Yami stepped out of the supply room, balancing a couple of boxes, while trying to shut the door with one foot. “I'll get it.”

 

Yami nodded and headed over to the counter. “He's doing paperwork?”

 

Grandpa looked up from where he was bent over the counter, labeling a group of soft toys. “Mokuba?”

 

Yugi almost danced with impatience, he wanted to hug Yami NOW and his darkness seemed to be ambling toward the counter with the slowest pace he'd ever seen. If Yami got any slower, he would be going backwards. Yugi fumed, trying not to notice the desperate tinge in his thoughts.

 

Yami put the box down, and was wiping off his hands when his hikari jumped him. His small, slender arms wrapped tightly around his waist and his head tucked itself under his chin. Yami didn't bother being surprised. He'd been getting jumped about once an hour for the last week.

 

He was only happy he was sleeping in the same bed as Yugi, since it saved him from getting rude awakenings. He'd tried, the first night after Kaiba's death, to sleep in his soul room, thinking that he'd recover faster from the pounding headache he'd woken up with after the explosion. He'd turned over in the middle of the night, feeling something wrong, just to find his hikari sitting on the edge of his bed, a pale, wide-eyed banshee, staring at him with a wild, bruised look. He'd looked like an escapee from his childhood nightmares of ghosts, wraiths and spirits that would come in the night for your soul. And in a way, that was what Yugi had been there for, searching, worrying for the other half of his soul.

 

“Did you think Grandpa was overworking me?” Yami kissed the top of his head, hugging him back.

 

“No. I was thinking that you were making him do all the work.” Yugi took a deep breath and relaxed. He stepped back, feeling a real smile work it's way to his lips. “Poor Grandpa, trying to watch the store with only a pharaoh to help him.”

 

“I managed.” Solomon straightened with a few cracks and pops as his spine protested about having been hunched over for so long. “But now that you're here, Yugi, I think I'll leave the shop to you two and step out for a moment. A cup of tea and a few pieces of baklava are calling to me from the bakery.” For an old man, he was amazingly quick getting from behind the counter and out the door, before Yugi had a chance to protest.

 

“Bye Grandpa.” Yugi called as the door swung shut behind his elderly, frail elder, who was now striding briskly toward tea, baklava, and no doubt a game of go, with the other equally elderly, frail men that liked to sit outside the bakery on warm spring days, and whistle at pretty girls.

 

Yami was watching Solomon's retreating form too. “Do you think he'll be back by dinner?”

 

“Nope, not a chance. We'll need to either be brave and cook something or call out.” Yugi glanced upstairs. “I asked Mokuba if he'd like pizza, but he didn't seem all that thrilled. He just wanted to work. You think he's alright?”

 

Yami nodded, “Don't worry about it right now, aibou, he needs time to be sad. When he's ready to be comforted, we'll be here.”

 

Yugi nodded. How about me? Do I get time to be sad? He tried to keep that thought quiet and to himself.

 

Yami, though, heard it. He pulled his light back into his arms. Yes, aibou, you can be sad too. And I will always be here to comfort you.

 

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Kaiba and Jonouchi

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Kaiba stepped back from the birdbath of sight and glared out the window. “Great. Just great. I'm stuck here. Yami's there and so of course I find out his one weakness.”

 

Jonouchi laughed silently from his chair by the wall. And not a Mousetrap game in sight. Poor love.

 

Mahaado grinned. “The irony of it all. For thousands of years, you're soul's wanted to beat him in some game and now you find a way and you can't use it.”

“I'm not seeing the humor.” Kaiba glared at them both.

 

The two only seemed to find it funnier. The magician's smile only got broader and Jo was nearly sliding out of his seat with soundless giggles. Even his dragons, who were lounging in the sun that streamed through the windows, seemed amused. Shimo was grinning up at the ceiling, as if it had told a funny joke, and Koori's lips kept twitching suspiciously. Only the girl seemed to not find it funny, and that was because she was curled up asleep on Mahaado's lap.

 

Kaiba spun on his heel and grumbled his way out of the room. Jo, still snickering to himself, tossed a grin at the Dark Magician and followed after. Kaiba was prowling down the hall, scarring small monsters. Jo hung back admiring his lover.

 

Kaiba had recovered from his most recent bout of masochism. He was, to Jo's overly careful eyes, still too thin, but a week of being nearly pinned down and forced to eat and sleep had restored him to full Kiabaness. He could snarl, growl and elegantly stalk, with all the arrogance and beauty he had ever had. Jo particularly admired the elegantly stalking part.

 

Kaiba's business clothes had not survived the castle laundry system. The small monsters, that kept house for the castle residents, had found his suit jacket, silk shirt, pants, underwear, and even socks fascinating and had destroyed them in their curiosity. Only Kaiba's tie had survived in one piece. Everything else had come back in a tidy bundle of well washed shreds. Now, the brunet was forced to wear clothes that made him look like an escapee from a renaissance faire.

 

Jo particularly loved the nearly skin tight, burgundy silk pants that Koori seemed to show up with each morning. He had been spending a lot of time, since those pants showed up, following Kaiba around admiring the way the silk clung to the curves of his lover's ass. A dark blue tunic, with burgundy trim, which happily for Jo's new past time, was rather short, a embroidered belt and a matching set of supple blue boots completed the ensemble. In all, Jo felt his beloved looked…edible.

 

If I could only get rid of the dragons for an hour or two. He had never realized just how… annoying a dragon could be. All he had to do was open his eyes, even a little, and a dragon would be there. He would be in the middle of nibbling his way down his lover's body, just to look up and find Koori or Shimo looking at them with a quizzical look on their face. Only the girl and his Red Eyes didn't interrupt.

 

E'on? Why don't you ever show up when Kaiba and I are having…uhh… trying to have… sex? Jo thought towards his dragon as he watched a Feral Imp scamper hurriedly out of Kaiba's path.

 

Why should I? It's not like you're doing anything interesting. The messy, little dragon paused for a second and Jo could sense that him gulping something down. Why? Need help?

 

Jo could feel his face turn red as his mind suddenly supplied a picture of his dragon boredly helping him and Kaiba have sex while asking “What's so great about this?” NO. I was just wondering why Koori and Shimo keep showing up.

 

I don't know. Maybe they want to find out what Kisara and Mahaado are doing. Jo could hear a bit of crunching in the background of his dragon's voice.

 

Kisara?

 

The third Blue Eyes? The girl? You do have girls over there don't you? More crunching and gulping. Hey! Is that why Lady Yuai wanted to come back? She was the only female and everyone else was male? Wow. Your world is weird.

 

Jo ground his teeth together and scampered to catch up with Kaiba. Maybe, he could lock the two overly curious Blue Eyes in a closet someplace and pounce on his love. Six days and twenty some odd hours was long enough. He was getting desperate. If he didn't have his lover writhing and moaning in pleasure soon, he was going to hunt those dragons down and Kaiba would have to find some other Duel Monster cards to obsess over.

 

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Ryou

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Ryou looked up and noticed that the mailman was just walking away from their building. “Mail's here.”

 

Silence answered him.

 

He shrugged. Bakura disappeared early last night and hadn't shown up again till well past dawn. He would have been surprised if his dark had answered him.

 

Ryou stretched languidly and dragged himself out of the chair he had been curled in reading. He set his book down on a end table, considered getting a soda, then ambled over to find his shoes before he went down and got the mail.

 

The stairwell smelled of spring, as he walked down its twisting path. The scent of the bay and cherry blossoms wafted in soft, caressing breezes through the building, tugging a smile from Ryou.

 

I should call Yugi and invite him, Yami and Mokuba out for a picnic before the cherry blossoms fall. He patted down the last turn and walked over to the small row of mailboxes. He fished a key out of his pocket and unlocked the box as a small shadow blocked the light from the door. Smiling he looked up, and found Yugi's girlfriend standing there, looking at him with the bright light of the springtime day shining behind her.

 

“Yuai! Where have you been?” Ryou turned, smiling. “Yugi's wondered where you went.”

 

The girl nodded, stepping closer. Her blond hair hanging in a limp shaggy curtain around her face. “Your yami is getting to be a bother.” Her voice was harsh, low and grating. “I need a distraction and you're it.”

 

“Yuai?” Ryou stepped back. “Are you…”

 

She looked up at him, grinning a cold, snarly smile. “I don't have time to deal with that scum now.”

 

Ryou stumbled into the staircase, as he noticed that where one of Yuai's eyes should have been, the Millennium Eye was now imbedded. Yami! Yami! I need you! Something's wrong.

 

The Eye glowed in Yuai's petite face. “Say hello to Kaiba for me.”

 

Ryou? What…? Bakura's voice sounded half asleep.

 

Ryou turned and bolted up the stairs, stumbling and bruising his leg as he fled. Yami! Help! The Eye!

 

There was a flash of golden light, then darkness wrapped around him, dragging him away.

 

Bakura, half awake and half out the door, felt a familiar wave of corrupt darkness. “Ryou!”

 

A half second later the pain hit, sending him to the floor, feeling as if he had been ripped in two. “Ryou…”

 

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Ledowr leaned against a column, watching his wife hold court. It was his latest hobby, watching his darling sit on that cold, uncomfortable, stone throne, listening to morons that inhabited the court yelp and whine about the unfairness of life. He sighed happily as one of the most annoyingly, long winded, pompous puppies scampered to the foot of the dais and bowed in preparation for what looked to be a very long, dull speech. The twit had even brought a huge stack of notes. “Better you then me, love.” He wondered if he should wave a passing elf down and ask for a cup of wine to toast her with.

 

“Lord Ledowr?” A sweet, but oddly raspy voice came from behind him.

 

He narrowed his eyes, silently cursing himself for not going up to one of the private balconies that over looked the throne room. He should have known some dolt would come over and annoy him about some petty, court foolery. “Just go in there and wait your turn like all the rest.”

 

“Lord Ledowr, I… uh…”

 

Ledowr, snarling irritably and wondering if he could just toss the twit that was bothering him into the moat, turned to glare at the intruder. The Change of Heart spirit stood, carefully cradling a small, limp, white haired figure in its arms. He'd spent enough time watching Yuai when she had still been trapped in that other world to recognize her friend Ryou. Quickly suppressing the twinge of concern he felt at the sight of the unconscious boy, he sighed, nodded, waved the spirit to go upstairs with its burden, and stomped into the court. “Sorry, oh delight of my life,” He made sure he sounded anything but delighted. “but you've got another guest.”

 

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Please review!

 

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Velvetina: Yay! I'm a meanie! I have to admit, I am a sucker for happy endings, but that doesn't mean that I can't torture everyone before hand! Don't count Mokie out yet! He's a Kaiba and no one's going to get away with killing his brother!

 

dragonlady222: Kaiba's a bit distracted right now and if Jo has his way, he'll probably be even more distracted in the future. I thought the little bit about Yuai would surprise everyone. I got evil. I distracted everyone with Yuai becoming the ruler of the Shadow Realm, when all it really was, was to get her out of the way so her body would be available for possession. *authoress basks in her own evil glow* I love it when I'm bad.

 

Taji Kanjinnamida: Thanks! I'm happy that you like my work. I, personally, like all the pairings, cannon or non. I think that liking and not liking is more a reflection on a writer then on the pairing. Thanks again for joining my little trip into insanity!

 

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Mileena: I like that dragon too. He's fun to write. I agree, Kisara it is!

 

Hikari Raine: Thanks for the sympathy. I'm hoping to update more often now. I even got a squishy thing, just to make sure this doesn't happen again! Well, as you can see, it's Bakura's turn to suffer. First it was the clothes (admit it, Ryou is the more evil of the pair) and now his beloved tenshi is gone. Poor, poor Tomb Robber.

 

Dragonlady222: Thanks for the double review! I put the response up in the MM section.

 

daughterofanubis: Sorry for the extra long wait, but I really appreciate your taking time to read my fic.

 

kuramarulez: I'd like Yami to pounce on his hikari too. Yugi needs a bit of loving. Maybe an entire chapter of everyone getting laid at the same time….

 

Doomed to Ekko: Don't worry so about darling Mokie. His friends are hovering nearby, even if they are a bit shaky too. Eeek, I've prolonged your agony, and you're spitting up hairballs too! I do feel shame at my behavior… For your sake, I will try to update more often, so here's some toast with some nice hairball remed…malted jam on it. Carpel tunnel is a nasty thing. It feels like your wrist is going into rebellion and your fingers start going all tingly an numb. Get a squishy thing for your keyboard and pray to all the gods of the computer that you never get it.

 

xMinkx: Go ahead and play with my style. It's not plagerism to copy someone's style, only if you steal their stuff word for word. I figure style is like clothes. You try things on and keep the things that fit. If you look, you can see me playing with styles. Sometime during Chrysalis I tried out Edmonia Dantes beautiful style of describing actions, but only kept a fraction of it. It just wasn't comfortable. I considered having Kisara step into a Seto/Seth/Jou relationship, but, face it, 5000 years is a long time to wait for anyone, especially if a very eligible Dark Magician is hanging around feeling lonesome.

 

clarity2199: Oh…good idea…the water fountain of sight. I hadn't thought of that. Just turn the handle and POOF, you can see anywhere. Mind you the water is warm and tastes funky. I agree, Yuki is overused and I have too many characters running around with a Y beginning their first name.