Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Soak up the Sun ❯ Break Away ( Chapter 12 )

Soak up the Sun

 

Chapter Twelve

 

 

The city of Domino lay in the residue of the continuous rain fall, shivering as low wind chills blew through.

 

The change of winds, the change of ones meaning and destiny, things were changing in the desperation of Yami and Yugi.

 

The charcoal colored sky shifted through the earth's atmosphere. Everything seemed peaceful and quiet throughout the town.

 

Oh Ra. If only the people in apartment building, Savage Gardens knew what they were up against.

 

Music blared from speakers of a stereo. Items of many shuffled across their surfaces in the process.

 

The sounds of heavy guitars played on continuous repeat within apartment “555.”

 

Deep within the said home, the TV flickered with black and white snow, all in terms of the eighteen year old who sat within this mess. Currently engrossed into what appeared to be a painting?

 

An easel stood erect, holding a large half painted canvas. Opened acrylic tube paints lay unceremoniously, beckoned together with strewn paintbrushes that drifted in murky tainted water.

 

Nimble fingers tapped rhythmically against a large fan brush, swiftly passing across the bland array of dull hued colors that covered the canvas.

 

Splotches of black and red covered the foreground, spanning into a star shaped pattern. Long thin golden lightening bolts curved down into a pale face. Amethyst irises glowed magnificently.

 

Arms of pale alabaster draped themselves over a thin wood railing. Brushstrokes of many marred their colors, mixing them into the exact desired shading.

 

Crimson eyes danced across the work of progress, studying it with means of perfection. A sense of vague happiness appeared within the artist's gaze.

 

Yami sighed indefinitely, paintbrush hitting the woven canvas with detailed speed. Music hovered through his ears, beat by beat, intensifying his movement of painting.

 

He was completely engrossed within this moment.

 

A strange sense of peace played across his usual stoic face. Something redundant that was never seen from this introverted bipolar teenager.

 

The clarity of the guitars in the song's background continued to play.

 

Yami's smirk fell into that of a frown. He then recited a few lines of the current song.

 

“I got a disease, deep inside of me, makes me feel uneasy baby.”

 

The words slipped away from his mouth as quickly as they came. Soon the song ended with three simple words.

 

“Free of my disease.”

 

The man frowned as he dropped the large paintbrush, wiping his hands free of paint. His eyes darted back onto his current pastime of a painting.

 

A flicker of curiosity crossed through his dignified brows. The painting held a familiar appearance to his current guest, Yugi.

 

His thoughts drifted over onto the said teen of the subject. The sixteen year old had been staying at his house for the past week. Things had all gone smoothly until he remembered something.

 

“Dammit! I have to clean this up and get my manga back from Yugi's game shop.”

 

Suddenly at that moment, a soft yawn proceeded from behind him, causing him to freeze in his steps.

 

Amused amethyst eyes glittered in the pale blue light emitted from the TV. “Yami what's wrong with you?” Yugi asked timidly.

 

The eighteen year old blinked as he pulled his painting away from Yugi's view or so he thought.

 

The small artist padded across the carpet, gazing fondly at the semi-hidden canvas board.

 

“Yami what are you doing with that canvas?”

 

“Oh nothing really Aibou, I'm just throwing it into storage that's all.” Yami stated in obvious sarcasm.

 

The tone of voice pulled Yugi into his place, thus causing him to roll his eyes.

 

Two could play at this game.

 

A quirky smirk graced Yugi's supple lips as he sauntered closer towards the aloof other. Yugi's eyes glazed over in pure lust as he laid his stomach against Yami's back. Arms draped casually around his thin waist. Lips only inches apart from Yami's ear. Seconds passed as the smaller man drew closer, breath beating down onto the Egyptian's neck.

 

Step one of the game had worked.

 

Yami's breathing hitched. Sensual pleasure filled his brain as a warm tongue plunged into his ear. All thoughts of hiding his painting vanished now filled with kinky steamy, perverted moments that involved himself and Yugi.

 

His hormones rain into over drive as he stifled back a moan.

 

`Yugi has such a way with his tongue.' Yami thought.

 

All of his restraints of hiding his pleasure fell, now leaving him vulnerable. Yami's body shivered under a new sensation of touch, his back arching in pure pleasure as he moaned lightly.

 

“Mmm…”

 

Yugi smirked as he continued his motions of the game, creeping closer to the canvas held within the other's grasp.

 

Yami gasped as he felt a set of teeth nip at his collar bone, distracting him from his current state of reality as Yugi made his move. In one swift motion, the smaller teen grabbed the large piece of work.

 

Yami's eyes snapped from their daze, blinking profusely as they gazed down onto Yugi and his painting. His blood boiled in rage as his past came back to haunt him, as he collapsed onto the floor, bestowing his head.

 

Yugi's brows knitted in curiosity, soon flitting to worry as he turned over the painting, gazing at it fondly.

 

The outline of the half-painted form of him leaned in the picture, arms draped over a wood railing as a small smile graced his lips.

 

The quality of the color contrast and gradation of the creative work of art stunned his artistic train of thought. His large doe-like eyes blinked as they landed on the form of his collapsed soon to be lover.

 

Guilt ate away at Yugi's soul as he set the painting down, walking over to Yami as he placed a hand on his shoulder.

 

The shaken eighteen-year old jumped skittishly, glaring his piercing crimson orbs onto Yugi as he spoke.

 

“That was vile; why in the hell did you seduce me to get it?”

 

Yugi sighed, toying with his golden bangs as a tear fell crept down the side of his cherubic face.

 

“Honestly? Well I think it's quite obvious as to why I did it.”

 

“What in the seven hells is your reason for that Yugi?” yelled Yami.

 

The sixteen year old artist wiped away his free falling tears as he groaned.

 

Yami had hit the final string of his nerves today.

 

“Look I have been trying to help you since last week, ever since fell back onto something from your past. But I can't help you unless you tell me what had happened.”

 

The older man growled as he pulled himself away from Yugi's presence. Turning around as he retorted.

 

“Well you're one to talk Yugi, you haven't told me anything about your past.”

 

Yugi's brows narrowed, his eyes clenching to the size of that matched that of Yami's. His hands balled up into fists as sweat beat down onto his forehead. All hell was soon to break loose.

 

“You really want to know about my life Yami?! Is that what the hell you want to know?”

 

He received no response as he continued.

 

“I lost my father at the age of four, and my mother is never around. My grandpa is all I have left and now he hates me for my passion to become an artist and for seeing you.”

 

By now the small teen collapsed onto the plush beige carpet, blinking back the tears as his breathing heaved within his chest.

 

The moment never ceased to end until a set of warm arms embraced Yugi's shivering form.

 

Yugi hiccupped as he wiped away the remainder of his tears as amethyst locked onto pure crimson.

 

“Aibou I'm sorry. I didn't mean to force you into telling me all of that. I just lost myself within the anger of my past.” Yami said softly as he held Yugi within his firm embrace.

 

The artist sniffed as he nuzzled his head under the crook of the other's neck, staring off into space.

 

“I understand. We both have problems and things in our pasts that have driven us to become the person we are today.”

 

“No.”

 

Yugi lifted his head in confusion. “No what?”

 

“No, I don't. I am not the person you think I am Yugi.”

 

Yugi continued to gaze with confused amethyst eyes. “What do you mean?”

 

The other teen gazed outside the window, watching as a new set of raindrops hit the ground.

 

“My name isn't Yami.”

 

Yugi only blinked as reality struck his mind, allowing his eyes to dart outside the window as the charcoal clouds outlined themselves in bolts of lightening.

 

Things had suddenly changed. He had finally made a break through.

 

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The truth of Yami's past is getting nearer, most likely all will be revealed in the next chapter.

 

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-Tange