Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Soak up the Sun ❯ Reality ( Chapter 13 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Pharaohs Angel 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.20.2005 | Updated On: 06.26.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 346 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.20.2005 | Updated On: 06.26.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 346 | Status: Completed
Soak Up the Sun
A/N: Hey everyone,sorry for the long wait on this chapter, i have gotten through half of the events for the next two weeks so i finally managed to find the time to write/update or whatever.
Thank you all for the reviews and i apologize before hand for any error in spelling/grammar. I have just bought a new laptop and this one doesn't have ms word or anything besides note pad. If you see anything please tell me.
Oh and this chapter is alot longer than most i will write since Yami's past is in this.
Chapter Thirteen
The continious spread of never ending rain comensed, pounding down upon the city of Domino. Street lights lit the dark dank streets.
The sounds of sirens and fire trucks echoed through the depths of the city. Duets of thunder and lightening put on a spectacular show. Almost resembling that of a cheap watered down version of the fourth of July.
In apartment "555" conflicts of many began to brew. Eyes of amethyst and crimson gazed out the window as silence took complete control of the hazy mood.
The light from the TV continued to play across Yugi's face, enlightening his soft-toned features. His large naive eyes narrowed in deep thought, brows furrowed deeply within range of his forehead.
The words of his other replayed through his very mind.
"What?"
"I said that my name isn't Yami."
Yugi stared blankly at the floor, his mind in complete dissary. His entire world began to crash down. What was to become of him and this impersonator?
A low sigh broke him free from his trance, only to meet the eyes of fierce crimson.
"Well?"
Yami continued to gaze out the window, watching the new blanket of rain fall from the charcoal colored sky.
His hands clenched tightly into fists, almost to the point of drawing blood. Eyes that held the once vibrant exotic tone of crimson flickered, reflecting that of a glassy apperance.
He was quiet for a moment, drawing his arms and legs up to his chest. Breathing raised somewhat with worry as anticipation hit.
The smaller of the two sat quietly awaiting the ever changing moment.
'This is it. He might finally decide to tell me what happened so long ago.'
Saddened crimson eyes glared down at the rain drops. Fingertips traveling along the glass as drops fled down the center of the window sill.
"My name isn't Yami. Or at least it wasn't until recently."
"But why? Why did you change your name?" Yugi questioned.
"Because it was the only thing that i could do after it had happened."
By now Yugi's frustration grew even worse. The need to help Yami grew.
Yugi's small hands traced the sides of the couch. The soft leather material gracing his skin. "What happened to you? Tell me!"
Yami sighed, defeated. his emotions turned into raw rage as he whispered.
"I don't know if i could handle it if you hated me after what i am going to tell you."
A soft hand caressed his cheek, awakening him from his unconscious gaze.
"I won't hate you. Even if you aren't Yami. I have liked you for the person i met in the hospital months ago."
Tears fell down the Egyptian's face as he nuzzled his defined cheek into Yugi's hand, sniffling.
"Alright, well it started six years ago in Egypt. I was twelve, young at heart, vaguely learning of a gift that i held deep inside.
At the age of eleven, I had began to show the talents of an aspiring artist. Thus sparking the events of my final year of preteen hood."
Yami shifted from his perch on the window seat, eyes continiously darting at the progressing rainfall.
"My parents were amazed at my hidden talent of painting. Something that was so rare to my family bloodline. They wanted me to become a child prodigy, they wanted the best for my future."
"What did they do Yami?"
"My mother and father searched around the country, forging for someone to enable my talent further. That's when they came across him, Yami Akira." The Egyptian mentally cringed.
"This is the person who ruined your life isn't it?" Yugi cut in, worriedly, gripping at the couch's arm rest.
The older teen trailed his hands through his unruly bangs, face hidden within their distorted shadow.
"Yes, but allow me to finish Aibou. I rather not go through this a second time more than necessary."
The sixteen year old nodded sadly as he listened tothe remaining words of Yami's past.
"Yami Akira, a young sixteen year old. An aspiring artist and sculptor. He was the man that was chosen by my family. An agreement was made soon afterwards. He encouraged my budding abilities as i became his protege', his student, his apprentice."
"Things couldn't have gone better. i worked with him all the way until i was close the age of thirteen. My abilities of realism and abstraction views of art surpassed his own. I was becoming what was expected of my family."
"Thats when things suddenly changed."
Amethyst eyes watched in worry, absorbing the information like a sponge.
"My hormones and ego began to control my very actions. I found myself in a life altering situation. My sexuality was being challenged. My teacher had caught my attraction. his slim hands trailed paint brushes of many across countless canvases. Swift motions of many that caused women to swoon within his presence. I was slowly falling in love with Akira."
"I wondered if i had gone crazy. I eventually found myself deeply and emotionally attracted to this man."
Yami continued his painful retelling of his past, shuddering instantaneously.
"For months my obsession with Yami grew, filtering into my artwork, all leading to the point of time in which the day struck."
Flash Back
Paint brushes and piles of empty paint tubes littered the floor. Jars of contaminated murky water sat next to a dazed teen. Canvases in the multiples of two lay unceremonsiously within in wake.
A young entranced teen sat engulfed within a half-finished painting. Eyes of soft crimson danced across the board, taking in the full potential needed for the work.
His hands grasped two different brushes, one of the fanning type and one of stippling.
Facades of blue and red mixed together, swirling into a vertex of dark violet, accenting the figure that stood within the center.
Splotches of auburn hair spanned within the center of the teen's forehead. Dark Amber pierced through the mess of wind blown hair.
A baggy set of clothes lined the person's fully detailed body, accenting his frame.
Dusky bronze hands tapped paint brushes across the background, adding the final touches of abstraction.
Yami smiled happily, dropping the set of offending paint brushes, sloshing a small splatter of violet colored water onto the floor.
His eyes trailed onto the finished product of his painting.
"Marvelous. I can't wait to give it to him."
A low baritone chuckle erupted within the background. A shadowed figure walked up closer, placing his hands onto the small artist's shoulders.
"Show him what?"
Yami tensed, his back arching in fear as his cheeks flushed red.
"Akira?!" he squeaked.
Narrowed honey-colored eyes danced with amusement.
"Heh, i always seem to catch you ff guard, don't i young one?"
An adorable pout marred the young one's face. "I resent that!"
Akira ruffled the younger's messy crown of tricolored hair.
"Well what have you been working on my protege'?"
Yami smiled nervously, sweating profusely as he attempted to hide the said work of art.
Akira smirked as he ignored the stealing of the painting tactic, now focused on distracting the younger teen with something shiny.
A rectangular piece of cardboard outlined in yellow trim, enclosed with a maroon foreground that sparkled in the sunlight.
the man rotated the card, changing its position. Now showing the front side of it, depicting that of a purple clad magician.
Crimson eyes sparkled with true untainted innocence. His superior mind clouded over. The need to grab the card took over his very will. All attempts of protecting his piece of canvas shattered, falling from his small hands.
"Dark Magician!" Yami chanted, running over towards the taller man, grabbing the sparkly prize.
Honey-colored eyes danced with amusement. His plan was now within the works.
During the small moment of "Dark Magician worship", Akira crept behind Yami. Now taking a hold of the painting of his protege'.
His curiosity drew him into a trance. Fingertips gripping at the piece of canvas.
Eyes widened to the size of dinner plates upon the depiction of work.
There he stood within a dark Egyptian night, arms drawn lazily around his waist as a smirk played across his matured face.
But that wasn't the only thin that caused him to tremble.
Within the faded background stood a vertical set of hieroglyphics, reading "I love you".
All of the mischief held within those eyes of honey faulted, now seeping with disgust and hatred. His brows furrowed in rage, blinking profusely as they landed onto the now still form of his protege'.
Crimson eyes flicked onto the scene, falling wide as his role model threw down the large hand crafted canvas board.
The rage of the outburst startled Yami severely. his entire body fell numb. Falling into a pitiful shaking motion.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
The twelve year old crouched upon the floor, staring blankly at the painting that laid inches away from his feet.
"I, I love you. I have for some time now." he managed to whisper.
Akira rolled his eyes, brows thick within deep thought as a look of revenge claimed himself.
The elder teen walked up towards Yami, smirking. Indefinately as with lightening fast reflexes he managed to grab the canvas.
Yami could only sit and watch as his masterpiece was torn into shards. Flecks of the wooden frame littered the beige carpet.
'Can this get any worse?'
His thought was soon reality as the man's voice penetrated the moment.
"Get the hell out of here! I never want to see your fage of an ass on my property ever again!"
Yami blinked as tears trailed down his face.
Akira stood impatiently, tapping his foot obviously awaiting the smaller's depature.
Though Yami never did that. he continued to sit on the floor, trembling.
Anger, hatred, and full out raw rage pumped through Akira's very veins, allowin him to play his next motion.
A low yelp erupted from the smaller teen's throat.
A long slender stainless steal blade was held acute to his neck, pushing into the side of his pulse point.
Sweat beat down the young one's face, falling onto the large knife.
"Akira?"
The man glared down at Yami, drawing the blade closer into the crook of his neck.
"Shut the fuck up! You are going to pay for thsi you queer!"
Yami shook instanteously. 'What am i going to do?'
Minutes passed as the tip of the blade pierced his skin, digging into the fragile blood vessels/arteries.
The twelve year old's eyes widened, his resistance fell. As did droplets of blood.
A piercing scream echoed from his throat. The pain completely became unbearable as the blade drew deeper inwards.
Blood oozed down the side of Yami's neck, pooling into the linen shirt around his lithe form.
Tears cascaded down the preteen's face, innocence shattering with every passing second.
His small shaky hands drew towards the knife, desperately trying to remove it.
Akira chuckled in an evil manner as blood poured onto his hands, running down onto the blade's handle.
His eyes held a murderous blood lust. Craziness was evident within their depths.
Akira had gone insane. He laughed hysterically
as he spoke.
"Heh, your'e nothing but a little brat screaming bloody murder. I can't believe that i even accepted you as my protege'."
Yami sniffed as he gritted his teeth, eyes glaring directly into narrowed honey.
He couldn't allow this to happen. He didn't want to die.
Yami continued to scream as he kicked in futile attempts, luckily striking Akira where the sun doesn't shine.
The man fell with a thud, grunting in anger and pain as he released Yami from his grip, forgetting his plan of hurting Yami.
The twelve year old took this moment to scoot away, watching as a flailing arm, the one that held the knife sliced across his face.
A large gash made its self known there.
"GAH!"
He blinked profusely as Akira took yet another chance to attack the preteen.
Akira stood up, limping somewhat as he attempted to tackle Yami onto the floor.
Only to end up with a suprise.
"You will die in hell kid."
Yami shook nervously as he held the bloody knife within his grasp, staring deep within the dangerous honey colored eyes.
Akira watched as Yami approached his still form.
"Die!"
With that said, the teen plunged the knife within Akira's heart, ending his life.
End of Flash Back
Yami wiped away a few stray tears as he spoke to Yugi.
"Two hours later, i was found with the knife in hand, staring pitifully at the bloodied corpse that lay dead within my range. My cousin Seto Kaiba came and talked to me. He saved me from a life time in prison, only claiming the charges of self defense. But once my family found out of my sexuality and the murder. I was sent off to live in Japan with Seto, and start off with a new life. First starting off with a name change."
Yugi gulped as he walked over to Yami, throwing his arms around his neck. "Yami, wh- what is your real name?"
Crimson eyes flickered onto large shining amethyst jewels as he whipsered.
"Atemu."
With that, Yami hugged Yugi, gently prying off his small hands as he stood, heading off towards the door as he muttered under his breath.
"I'm going to see my cousin. I will be back later."
With that said, the eighteen year old headed out the door, leaving a very confused Yugi.
The said teen's large eyes blinked as he cocked his head to the side as he whispered under his breath.
"Atemu, if only you would have told me sooner, i could have helped."
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This took a week and three days to write, and it will probably be the longest chapter i have written for this story. Yami's past is now into full view and what will happen to Yami and Yugi? Well next chapter should be out probably next week or so, my graduation is then.
Thanks for the reviews and until next time.
-Yami Yuugi
A/N: Hey everyone,sorry for the long wait on this chapter, i have gotten through half of the events for the next two weeks so i finally managed to find the time to write/update or whatever.
Thank you all for the reviews and i apologize before hand for any error in spelling/grammar. I have just bought a new laptop and this one doesn't have ms word or anything besides note pad. If you see anything please tell me.
Oh and this chapter is alot longer than most i will write since Yami's past is in this.
Chapter Thirteen
The continious spread of never ending rain comensed, pounding down upon the city of Domino. Street lights lit the dark dank streets.
The sounds of sirens and fire trucks echoed through the depths of the city. Duets of thunder and lightening put on a spectacular show. Almost resembling that of a cheap watered down version of the fourth of July.
In apartment "555" conflicts of many began to brew. Eyes of amethyst and crimson gazed out the window as silence took complete control of the hazy mood.
The light from the TV continued to play across Yugi's face, enlightening his soft-toned features. His large naive eyes narrowed in deep thought, brows furrowed deeply within range of his forehead.
The words of his other replayed through his very mind.
"What?"
"I said that my name isn't Yami."
Yugi stared blankly at the floor, his mind in complete dissary. His entire world began to crash down. What was to become of him and this impersonator?
A low sigh broke him free from his trance, only to meet the eyes of fierce crimson.
"Well?"
Yami continued to gaze out the window, watching the new blanket of rain fall from the charcoal colored sky.
His hands clenched tightly into fists, almost to the point of drawing blood. Eyes that held the once vibrant exotic tone of crimson flickered, reflecting that of a glassy apperance.
He was quiet for a moment, drawing his arms and legs up to his chest. Breathing raised somewhat with worry as anticipation hit.
The smaller of the two sat quietly awaiting the ever changing moment.
'This is it. He might finally decide to tell me what happened so long ago.'
Saddened crimson eyes glared down at the rain drops. Fingertips traveling along the glass as drops fled down the center of the window sill.
"My name isn't Yami. Or at least it wasn't until recently."
"But why? Why did you change your name?" Yugi questioned.
"Because it was the only thing that i could do after it had happened."
By now Yugi's frustration grew even worse. The need to help Yami grew.
Yugi's small hands traced the sides of the couch. The soft leather material gracing his skin. "What happened to you? Tell me!"
Yami sighed, defeated. his emotions turned into raw rage as he whispered.
"I don't know if i could handle it if you hated me after what i am going to tell you."
A soft hand caressed his cheek, awakening him from his unconscious gaze.
"I won't hate you. Even if you aren't Yami. I have liked you for the person i met in the hospital months ago."
Tears fell down the Egyptian's face as he nuzzled his defined cheek into Yugi's hand, sniffling.
"Alright, well it started six years ago in Egypt. I was twelve, young at heart, vaguely learning of a gift that i held deep inside.
At the age of eleven, I had began to show the talents of an aspiring artist. Thus sparking the events of my final year of preteen hood."
Yami shifted from his perch on the window seat, eyes continiously darting at the progressing rainfall.
"My parents were amazed at my hidden talent of painting. Something that was so rare to my family bloodline. They wanted me to become a child prodigy, they wanted the best for my future."
"What did they do Yami?"
"My mother and father searched around the country, forging for someone to enable my talent further. That's when they came across him, Yami Akira." The Egyptian mentally cringed.
"This is the person who ruined your life isn't it?" Yugi cut in, worriedly, gripping at the couch's arm rest.
The older teen trailed his hands through his unruly bangs, face hidden within their distorted shadow.
"Yes, but allow me to finish Aibou. I rather not go through this a second time more than necessary."
The sixteen year old nodded sadly as he listened tothe remaining words of Yami's past.
"Yami Akira, a young sixteen year old. An aspiring artist and sculptor. He was the man that was chosen by my family. An agreement was made soon afterwards. He encouraged my budding abilities as i became his protege', his student, his apprentice."
"Things couldn't have gone better. i worked with him all the way until i was close the age of thirteen. My abilities of realism and abstraction views of art surpassed his own. I was becoming what was expected of my family."
"Thats when things suddenly changed."
Amethyst eyes watched in worry, absorbing the information like a sponge.
"My hormones and ego began to control my very actions. I found myself in a life altering situation. My sexuality was being challenged. My teacher had caught my attraction. his slim hands trailed paint brushes of many across countless canvases. Swift motions of many that caused women to swoon within his presence. I was slowly falling in love with Akira."
"I wondered if i had gone crazy. I eventually found myself deeply and emotionally attracted to this man."
Yami continued his painful retelling of his past, shuddering instantaneously.
"For months my obsession with Yami grew, filtering into my artwork, all leading to the point of time in which the day struck."
Flash Back
Paint brushes and piles of empty paint tubes littered the floor. Jars of contaminated murky water sat next to a dazed teen. Canvases in the multiples of two lay unceremonsiously within in wake.
A young entranced teen sat engulfed within a half-finished painting. Eyes of soft crimson danced across the board, taking in the full potential needed for the work.
His hands grasped two different brushes, one of the fanning type and one of stippling.
Facades of blue and red mixed together, swirling into a vertex of dark violet, accenting the figure that stood within the center.
Splotches of auburn hair spanned within the center of the teen's forehead. Dark Amber pierced through the mess of wind blown hair.
A baggy set of clothes lined the person's fully detailed body, accenting his frame.
Dusky bronze hands tapped paint brushes across the background, adding the final touches of abstraction.
Yami smiled happily, dropping the set of offending paint brushes, sloshing a small splatter of violet colored water onto the floor.
His eyes trailed onto the finished product of his painting.
"Marvelous. I can't wait to give it to him."
A low baritone chuckle erupted within the background. A shadowed figure walked up closer, placing his hands onto the small artist's shoulders.
"Show him what?"
Yami tensed, his back arching in fear as his cheeks flushed red.
"Akira?!" he squeaked.
Narrowed honey-colored eyes danced with amusement.
"Heh, i always seem to catch you ff guard, don't i young one?"
An adorable pout marred the young one's face. "I resent that!"
Akira ruffled the younger's messy crown of tricolored hair.
"Well what have you been working on my protege'?"
Yami smiled nervously, sweating profusely as he attempted to hide the said work of art.
Akira smirked as he ignored the stealing of the painting tactic, now focused on distracting the younger teen with something shiny.
A rectangular piece of cardboard outlined in yellow trim, enclosed with a maroon foreground that sparkled in the sunlight.
the man rotated the card, changing its position. Now showing the front side of it, depicting that of a purple clad magician.
Crimson eyes sparkled with true untainted innocence. His superior mind clouded over. The need to grab the card took over his very will. All attempts of protecting his piece of canvas shattered, falling from his small hands.
"Dark Magician!" Yami chanted, running over towards the taller man, grabbing the sparkly prize.
Honey-colored eyes danced with amusement. His plan was now within the works.
During the small moment of "Dark Magician worship", Akira crept behind Yami. Now taking a hold of the painting of his protege'.
His curiosity drew him into a trance. Fingertips gripping at the piece of canvas.
Eyes widened to the size of dinner plates upon the depiction of work.
There he stood within a dark Egyptian night, arms drawn lazily around his waist as a smirk played across his matured face.
But that wasn't the only thin that caused him to tremble.
Within the faded background stood a vertical set of hieroglyphics, reading "I love you".
All of the mischief held within those eyes of honey faulted, now seeping with disgust and hatred. His brows furrowed in rage, blinking profusely as they landed onto the now still form of his protege'.
Crimson eyes flicked onto the scene, falling wide as his role model threw down the large hand crafted canvas board.
The rage of the outburst startled Yami severely. his entire body fell numb. Falling into a pitiful shaking motion.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
The twelve year old crouched upon the floor, staring blankly at the painting that laid inches away from his feet.
"I, I love you. I have for some time now." he managed to whisper.
Akira rolled his eyes, brows thick within deep thought as a look of revenge claimed himself.
The elder teen walked up towards Yami, smirking. Indefinately as with lightening fast reflexes he managed to grab the canvas.
Yami could only sit and watch as his masterpiece was torn into shards. Flecks of the wooden frame littered the beige carpet.
'Can this get any worse?'
His thought was soon reality as the man's voice penetrated the moment.
"Get the hell out of here! I never want to see your fage of an ass on my property ever again!"
Yami blinked as tears trailed down his face.
Akira stood impatiently, tapping his foot obviously awaiting the smaller's depature.
Though Yami never did that. he continued to sit on the floor, trembling.
Anger, hatred, and full out raw rage pumped through Akira's very veins, allowin him to play his next motion.
A low yelp erupted from the smaller teen's throat.
A long slender stainless steal blade was held acute to his neck, pushing into the side of his pulse point.
Sweat beat down the young one's face, falling onto the large knife.
"Akira?"
The man glared down at Yami, drawing the blade closer into the crook of his neck.
"Shut the fuck up! You are going to pay for thsi you queer!"
Yami shook instanteously. 'What am i going to do?'
Minutes passed as the tip of the blade pierced his skin, digging into the fragile blood vessels/arteries.
The twelve year old's eyes widened, his resistance fell. As did droplets of blood.
A piercing scream echoed from his throat. The pain completely became unbearable as the blade drew deeper inwards.
Blood oozed down the side of Yami's neck, pooling into the linen shirt around his lithe form.
Tears cascaded down the preteen's face, innocence shattering with every passing second.
His small shaky hands drew towards the knife, desperately trying to remove it.
Akira chuckled in an evil manner as blood poured onto his hands, running down onto the blade's handle.
His eyes held a murderous blood lust. Craziness was evident within their depths.
Akira had gone insane. He laughed hysterically
as he spoke.
"Heh, your'e nothing but a little brat screaming bloody murder. I can't believe that i even accepted you as my protege'."
Yami sniffed as he gritted his teeth, eyes glaring directly into narrowed honey.
He couldn't allow this to happen. He didn't want to die.
Yami continued to scream as he kicked in futile attempts, luckily striking Akira where the sun doesn't shine.
The man fell with a thud, grunting in anger and pain as he released Yami from his grip, forgetting his plan of hurting Yami.
The twelve year old took this moment to scoot away, watching as a flailing arm, the one that held the knife sliced across his face.
A large gash made its self known there.
"GAH!"
He blinked profusely as Akira took yet another chance to attack the preteen.
Akira stood up, limping somewhat as he attempted to tackle Yami onto the floor.
Only to end up with a suprise.
"You will die in hell kid."
Yami shook nervously as he held the bloody knife within his grasp, staring deep within the dangerous honey colored eyes.
Akira watched as Yami approached his still form.
"Die!"
With that said, the teen plunged the knife within Akira's heart, ending his life.
End of Flash Back
Yami wiped away a few stray tears as he spoke to Yugi.
"Two hours later, i was found with the knife in hand, staring pitifully at the bloodied corpse that lay dead within my range. My cousin Seto Kaiba came and talked to me. He saved me from a life time in prison, only claiming the charges of self defense. But once my family found out of my sexuality and the murder. I was sent off to live in Japan with Seto, and start off with a new life. First starting off with a name change."
Yugi gulped as he walked over to Yami, throwing his arms around his neck. "Yami, wh- what is your real name?"
Crimson eyes flickered onto large shining amethyst jewels as he whipsered.
"Atemu."
With that, Yami hugged Yugi, gently prying off his small hands as he stood, heading off towards the door as he muttered under his breath.
"I'm going to see my cousin. I will be back later."
With that said, the eighteen year old headed out the door, leaving a very confused Yugi.
The said teen's large eyes blinked as he cocked his head to the side as he whispered under his breath.
"Atemu, if only you would have told me sooner, i could have helped."
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This took a week and three days to write, and it will probably be the longest chapter i have written for this story. Yami's past is now into full view and what will happen to Yami and Yugi? Well next chapter should be out probably next week or so, my graduation is then.
Thanks for the reviews and until next time.
-Yami Yuugi