Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Soak up the Sun ❯ Broken ( Chapter 11 )

Soak up the Sun

 

Chapter Eleven

 

Small feet pounded onto the ground the ground, splattering trails of murky rain water. Yugi Mutou groaned, trudging through the thick ocean-like rain. His entire body ached. Shivering as raindrops trailed down his lithe body.

 

Two hours had passed since he ran away from home, conspiring against his grandfather's orders.

 

“Nothing can stop me from seeing Yami.”

 

The vague sentence plagued throughout his thoughts. Everything in life, even his passions for Gravitation and art fell behind his current obsession with his possessive Yami.

 

Half a block, that's all he had to worry about, only a little longer. By now Yugi's hair fell down onto his shoulders, swaying slightly through the light summer breeze that passed through the rain.

 

He groaned, shutting his eyes in irritation. His small tennis shoes trudged through the massive puddles, coming to a halt at an intersection.

 

Numb fingers tapped the cross walk button, simply awaiting the numerous cars to pass through. Time continued to play into the mission of running away as amethyst eyes widened.

 

A large cherry red Dodge Ram truck sped by, hitting a large muddy puddle of water. Unluckily for Yugi, he had been standing right next to the stupid thing, thus becoming drenched from head to toe.

 

His eyes glazed over with anger and desperation.

 

Why had his life taken a turn for the worse?

 

Yugi shook off the excess water. Sighing in relief as the light for pedestrian crossing flashed.

 

His small body sprinted across the road, reaching yet another sidewalk.

 

He only prayed that he was getting closer to the bipolar Yami's apartment.

 

Fat wasn't on the artist's side today.

 

The rain combined with stress, fatigue, and above all: water soaked clothing lead to his next predicament.

 

His large child-like eyes grew heavy, falling to their positions of half lidded sleep, vision blurring into the all familiar darkness as he was falling fast.

 

No one noticed the small body that suddenly collapsed into the water drenched pavement. No one knew that the child was ill or if he was even alive.

 

All except for one person seemed to inhabit the deserted downtown heart of Domino.

 

A large shadowed figure walked down the abandoned walk way.

 

The person's entire body incognito within a thick black hooded trench coat, hands stuffed within the confines of his pockets. The man continued his graceful walk.

 

A sigh of surprise passed through the air as the man gazed down at the comatose form of Yugi Mutou. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as he collapsed onto the concrete.

 

Dusky bronze hands pulled the small comatose form of Yugi into the others grasp as they gently caressed the lily white alabaster skin.

 

“No. Why did this have to happen to you aibou?” a metaphoric voice whispered.

 

As if in response to his question, the sky rumbled with thunder. Bolts of lightening struck through the air.

 

The stranger's eyes flashed in worry and fear. Arms of tanned Egyptian decent lifted himself and the small unconscious form of Yugi as he started to walk off in the opposite direction.

 

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Thunder and lightening deep in a low duet with thick summer influenced rain made up the current weather conditions. The entire city of Domino hid in fear of getting wet. Everyone sheltered within their homes as the water struck wildly.

 

Large red numbers flashed across a digital clock, reading the numbers of three in the afternoon.

 

Mature eyes of crimson stared blankly out the window. Said owner of eyes sighed, ringing out a small washcloth, gently placing it upon Yugi's forehead.

 

The man Yami, smiled, setting down a bowl of water as he took this moment to gaze at the unconscious teen.

 

Three hours had passed since the eighteen-year-old had found his aibou, dragging him back to his apartment.

 

Things hadn't gone very smoothly that day for Yugi or his savior.

 

Shortly after he had arrived home, Yugi shook feverishly. His cherubic face flushed in deep red and clammy sweat.

 

The sixteen-year-old was suffering from his water-worn adventure of freedom.

 

The television flickered in the darkened room. Its blue light illuminated the worn face of stress and worry.

 

Yam closed his eyes, brushing his fingers through his goldenrod bangs.

 

Could this day become even more complicated?

 

A soft coo-like yawn echoed through the deathly silent apartment, alerting Yami from his moment of deep thought.

 

Yugi sat up, blinking his large child-like eyes as he stretched his arms into the arm and gazed at his surroundings.

 

“Where am I? he spoke suddenly noticing the washcloth on his forehead.

 

The teen sat uncomfortably and quietly as an amused baritone laugh perked his ears.

 

“Aibou you really aren't that observant are you?”

 

Yugi jumped up in a skittish manner as he recognized the voice instantly.

 

“Hey Yami, do you mind telling me how the heck I got here and what is so damn funny?

 

The elder teen nodded as he sat down next to Yugi, pulling the intruding washcloth away from his fevered forehead.

 

“Well Yugi. I was walking home from work and I happened to see you lying on the sidewalk. You were unconscious and had a slight fever. So I ended up taking you back here to my place.”

 

Yugi sighed as he listened upon his condition, yawning slightly as he re rested his head onto the Egyptian's shoulder.

 

“Thank you for saving me in my time of need. You have no idea who much I appreciate it.”

 

Yami grinned as he rubbed Yugi's back. “No problem Aibou. I would do anything for you. Though do you mind explaining as to why you had collapsed onto the concrete in the middle of the afternoon?”

 

“Alright, well I guess I can tell you. It's because of my Grandpa, he forbade me from seeing you.”

 

Yami turned away, staring out the window as he spoke softly. “If that is the truth, then why are you here?”

 

“Are you that freaking dense? I am here because I missed you and can't stand the thought of never seeing you again.”

 

The older teen rolled his eyes, shifting his position on the bed. “Why? Why do you have this fascination with me? Why do you care for a man like me?”

 

By now Yugi's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as crystalline tears fell down his face. His small hands balled into tightly clenched fists, pounding down onto the comforter.

 

“Dammit! Why do you have to have a reason for everything? Why can't I just see you? I mean I enjoy your quirky personality. I enjoy your company. But you are the only person who has ever shown any attraction towards me and has taken the chance to listen to my problems.” A small smile crept onto Yugi's supple lips. Tears fell down his face, trailing down onto his cheeks. Small petite hands drew open, gripping onto the bed sheets. His innocent eyes danced with gratitude and mirth as they fell onto Yami.

 

A long vow of silence made itself known. Neither Yami nor Yugi had stared at one another. The TV continued to flicker, casting a strange scenario of scenes before them: A yellow sponge running around with a snail on his head?

 

Yami stared off, deep in thought. His feelings of his past flooded through the few crevices of his broken heart and shattered soul. `Why does he talk to me? I have done nothing for him to deserve this type of affection. Am I falling in love again?' He shuttered, blinking his eyes as realization struck.

 

It finally clicked. His feelings were becoming known with each second of his existence. He was feeling more than just attraction. Yet something held him back. His past, still fresh within his very soul still bleed from so many years ago, he needed to mend this and find the meaning of his life.

 

The teen entered reality full throttle as he gazed down at the distraught Yugi. Hesitantly, his arms drew around the smaller, drawing him into a protective embrace.

 

“Yami, what are you doing? Are you alright?”

 

Yami caressed Yugi's cheek as he shook his head. “Apologizing Aibou, and no nothing is wrong, I am just sorry for what I said earlier. I had no idea that you depended on me as much as I think I do.”

 

Yugi closed his eyes, still laying his head on Yami's shoulder as he drew closer, practically sitting in his lap.

 

“Thank you Yami and you know I have been meaning to ask you this for awhile now.”

 

“Ask me what Yugi?” he questioned.

 

“Well ever since you found out I was an artist you have been very skittish and dazed. Sort of pissed off or angered in someway. Why is that?”

 

`Of all the questions he had to ask, he asks this one.' Yami thought bitterly, loosening his grip from around Yugi's lithe waist. His heart ached as he thought of a way to answer Yugi.

 

“Yami? Yami are you there?”

 

Yami groaned as he nodded. “Yes I'm here. Sorry about that Yugi, I was just trying to find the right words to discuss this with you and now I am ready.”

 

Yugi waited patiently as the other continued.

 

“When I saw that picture of me that you drew of me and the painting of me at your house and the fact that you are studying to be in art, it sparked something from my past.

 

Yugi cocked his head to the side in curiosity as he blinked perplexedly.

 

“Yami, what did this spark from your past?”

 

Yami held his face in his hands as he choked back a sob. “It sparked my passion for art and h-h-him.”

 

Yugi immediately came to his aide, pulling the older into his arms, rubbing circular patterns of comfort onto his back.

 

“Sssh, its okay Yami, its okay. Please calm down. Who is this He?”

 

Yami shivered uncontrollably as he held onto Yugi for dear life. His eyes narrowed. Their familiar angular views of vision held themselves in tact. A sense of anger and betrayal radiated from the burning fiery crimson orbs. His emotions failed to reveal themselves as if a brick wall planted itself firmly within reach of his past and emotions as his once grin fell into his usual stoic smirk.

 

“No one Yugi, it's nothing.”

 

Yugi gazed up at Yami's bipolar change in personality as he dropped his comforting sensual movements on the others back as he sighed in defeat.

 

He had stepped past the boundaries of secrecy, learning a portion of Yami's past, praying to help him cope with it, only to become forced in front of a brick wall of stoic emotions.

 

The small artist was left with his own judgment.

 

`Will I even soak up the darkness of his past? Will I ever be able to help the one true person who has shown me appreciation?

 

He sighed unhappily, gazing out the window as he watched the rain fall down into the form of sheets as a stray thought passed through his mind.

 

`Why must the darkness of the rain soak up what is left of the sun and its light in this shattered society?'

 

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Yami's unknown past is coming into perspective. Yet Yugi is still confused and worried as to how he will handle the truth when Yami finally decides to crack. Soon more will be revealed.

 

A/N: Sorry for the wait, and for the next three weeks I am not sure if I will be able to update. Prom, Graduation, and my sister's wedding are all taking place within this time span. On another note I would like to thank you all for the reviews and for the fan art. If you would like to see some of the art that goes to this story, one drawn by Yami Riyunoa, and two drawn by me, check out the links on my bio page.