Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ This Time Around ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! does not belong me *sob* as much as I would love for it to. It is the property of Kazuki Takahashi, TV Tokyo and Nas..I'm just playing around with the characters. If they really belonged to me, all the male characters would be running around with only loincloths and making out with each other, Anzu would be comatose, and Mai would be in a skimpy bikini……

Please don't sue. If you do, the only things you'll get are my student loans and dust bunnies from my jeans pocket...

 

Warning: This fic contains shounen-ai and yaoi. Yes, YAOI. This means boy lovin' boy! If you don't like that sort of thing, what in the 13 hells are you doing here?! Click the back button, quick!

RyuArashi refuses to take responsibility for any foolish person that suffers any trauma from the contents of this story. So there. Be a good girl/boy and listen to your elders. You'll live longer that way….

 

A/N: Hi everyone! It's me, RyuArashi, with a new story that I hope will keep everyone glued to his or her seats...and make you fall in love with Yugi and Yami all over again..... I know, I know…I haven't updated on my other fics, and here I am, starting a new one….but this one has been in my notes for so long, that I just wanted to get started. The first three chapters have been thought out-I add more stuff as I type-but you get the idea. I welcome suggestions as the stories play out, on what kind of conflicts you'd like to see. The primary couple in this story is Yami and Yugi, with Seto and Jou as secondary. As much as I dislike original characters, they are numerous in this story as they help it along, and are causes of some of the conflicts in the story. Well, I hope everyone likes it. Please make sure you leave a review. It gives me more motivation and will power to continue a story!

 

 

This Time Around....

 

 

Summary: What would you do if someone you loved with your whole heart left you, telling you it was for your own good? Now, years later, they return wanting to rekindle what they had lost the first time around…Would you forgive and start anew? Or would you use this as an opportunity to let them experience the pain of abandonment and rejection? Romance/Angst, AU, OOC and original characters abound….

 

 

 

Chapter 1: Returning Home

 

 

“Kaname-sama, we will be reaching Tokyo International Airport in an hour. Is there anything you would like me to get you before we arrive?” Ichiro Takenaka asked his master, who was busy staring out of the window of the plane. The breathtakingly beautiful young man sighed, turned his exquisite, crimson colored eyes to the man, shook his head wearily and returned his gaze to the window. Bowing, the manservant left the brooding young man to his heavy thoughts.

 

The young man's companions-other members of his band-meanwhile, oblivious to his brooding, kept themselves busy by bandying and teasing one another, eating, sleeping-one member was even happily snoring, complete with drool, dead to the world-while others listened to music, or watched videos. Each person, somehow, found something to occupy themselves. This was one of the foremost advantages of owning a private jet. While expensive to maintain-the cost of the fuel alone was enough to feed a village of 1000 for 6 months somewhere in the world-it saved them the trouble of going commercial, and maintained their privacy. They didn't have to worry about rabid female fans, groupies and reporters sneaking into their cabin, wanting interviews, their tee shirts, panties or even their bare backsides and breasts signed. They didn't have to worry about fawning, over-zealous air attendants. Best of all, they didn't have to mingle with anyone they didn't want. Being overly wealthy had its benefits.

 

Kaname Atemu “Yami” Kagehito-better known to friends and family as Yami, and to the world and fans of the mega band Shadow Kiss as the “Dark Prince” or “Miya-sama” sighed heavily again, his ruby gaze not leaving the window for a moment. He was not really staring at anything in particular, being deep in thought as he was. Even if he wasn't, what was there to see except fluffy white clouds and blue sky? However, the gesture served a two- fold purpose: it kept his band mates, who also happened to be his closest friends- from bothering him too much and it told them what mood he currently was in. Everyone knew that when Yami was quiet, which he usually was anyway, he was brooding, thinking or planning. His brain was always busy contemplatingsomething. Yami came up with the most incredible songs and business strategies while in a bad mood. And there was no doubt he was in a rotten mood.

 

Yami hadn't really been looking forward to returning to returning to Japan at all. Unfortunately, it was the last country in the last leg of their twenty-country world tour. It had been a long, grueling journey, but one that had made so much money that it was setting records in the record books. It was also going to be the last tour the band played. It was time that they turned to making more than music. Luckily, the band had provided most of the stake in venture, so they had reaped most of the benefits and rewards. Doing that had made them even wealthier than they already were, and the money they all had was nothing to sneeze at. Even if they all decided to stop making music and go their separate ways, none of them would ever go broke. Yami had seen to that. But that was beside the point.

 

For the most part, Yami loved performing. He loved singing and dancing, he loved playing to the crowd. The adoration of his fans didn't faze him. He barely noticed it. It was the feeling of giving his all, having the rhythm and pounding of the music go through his body that kept him going. He literally poured his soul, his very being into the music. That gave him a high that only one other person in the world was able to give him. The main reason he didn't want to go to Japan.

 

To tell the truth, it wasn't that he didn't want to see that person. There was nothing he wanted, needed, more. But Japan brought back painful memories. It was, after all, where he had left half of his soul and heart behind….

 

 

Seven Years Ago

 

They had been having the argument for a week.

 

“Let me come with you, Yami! I can't live without you. I don't want to live without you!”

 

“No, Yugi. What kind of life would you have with me? I'm taking a tremendous risk, my love. There's no guarantee that I'll even succeed in getting into the music business. My father disowned me, koi. Not only that, we'll be in a foreign country, where we don't know anyone. How will I take care of you?”

 

“I'm not a child, you know. I can take care of myself!”

 

“I'm not saying that you are. I would be the first to attest to that. I love you. More than life itself, ore no hikari. But you're still in school. I want you to stay and finish your studies. How will I justify your dropping out of school to your jii-chan?”

 

“In case no one has noticed, I'm nearly an adult. A young one, but still an adult. It's my choice whether I want to go to college or not! I love you, Yami. I want to be beside you wherever you go, wherever you may be. You know that. How can you stand there, pretty as you please, and tell me you're leaving me to go to another country?! It's not like you're just going to Hokkaido! It's not like I can hop onto a shinkansen to come see you! You're going to America! A country that is 14 hours away by plane! Then you stand there saying this is the best thing for me…. That's the last thing anyone wants to hear!”

 

Yugi, by now had lost his patience. He darted forward and began to hit Yami's chest with his fists, tears pouring down his delicate, porcelain face, making his gorgeous violet eyes even more luminous than they usually were. Under normal circumstances, Yugi was a gentle, cheerful person. He was the kind of person that illuminated wherever he happened to be, and he despised violence in any form-never mind that he had been taking kung-fu classes for the past four years, something that Yami and his grandfather had blackmailed him into doing because of his issues with bullies-the main reason why Yugi hated violence so much. Nevertheless, Yami made no move to stop him. He knew his young lover was hurting, and this was the only way he knew to alleviate his pain. It would take much than this to hurt him, and he really didn't mind. No, it was what he was putting Yugi through that was killing him. Yami got the shock of his life at Yugi's next words.

 

“Do you love me, Yami? Do you really, really love me like you always claim, like you did just now?”

 

Yami froze. In all the time he and Yugi had been together-and in all respects, it had been a long while-Yugi had never, ever questioned his love for him. Not even for a moment.

 

“Yugi…..”

 

“Yami…It wasn't meant to be a rhetorical question. Answer me…please.”

 

Yami took a deep breath. He had a feeling his answer was very important to his young lover. It most likely would be the turning point in their relationship. Yami looked down into the beautiful violet eyes he had fallen hard for the first time he saw them, and that had bewitched him and held him captive for as long as he could remember. And gave his answer.

 

“Yes Yugi, my love, my precious light….I love you. I really do love you with everything I am. I love you more than life itself.”

 

“Then why? Tell me why you're leaving me behind, Kaname Kagehito!” Yugi exclaimed, clinging desperately to Yami. “I love you so much, Mi-chan. How do you expect me to stay here meekly, while you're over there?”

 

Yami enfolded Yugi in his arms, burying his face in the tri-colored strands of hair so like his own, instead of answering. He then plunged his fingers in the boy's hair; entangling them amongst the long, fine strands. He had always loved Yugi's hair…Just another one of the myriad things about Yugi that always turned him on. He then brought up slim, tanned fingers to trace the delicate, beautiful face before him. An index finger was used to thoroughly examine each feature on the face. His intense crimson eyes narrowed subtlely as if he wanted to memorize Yugi's features individually. At last, he released his hold on Yugi's hair, and cupped his cheeks, rubbing the pink, pouty lips gently, before lowering his head and kissing the younger boy hungrily with all the love, passion and lust he felt for him. Yugi returned the embrace enthusiastically, intertwining his arms around Yami's neck tightly. Gods, how he loved Yami.

 

Yugi's protests and pleadings were getting to Yami, weakening his resolve to leave the boy behind….But he couldn't take Yugi with him, no matter how much he wanted to,needed to. He and Yugi, ever since they had met, had never spent much time apart because both couldn't stand the thought of not being near the other. But the situation at hand was so much different from what they had encountered before.

 

As much as he loved Yugi, hre couldn't, with a clear conscience, separate the boy from his grandfather. It would literally kill the old man. Yugi was all he had the family he had left. Unlike Yami, who had a bevy of siblings and whose his parents were still alive, Yugi had lost both his parents in a car accident when he was just four years old, which was why he had ended up with his grandfather.

 

Sugoroku heartily disapproved of Yami-he had heard the rumors and knew all about Yami's situation with his father, and how he refused to join his family's business, instead concentrating more on his music and Yugi. The old man considered Yami a very bad influence on his grandson. But as gentle, kind and loving as Yugi was, he also had stubborn streak a mile wide, and was just as strong willed when he felt the situation called for it; and he had refused to give Yami up, much to his grandfather's dismay.

 

Yami knew what Sugoroku thought of him, and he didn't much care. Yugi's-and his mother and siblings' opinions- were what concerned him for the most part. But he had this knack for knowing what people felt and thought, a sort of telepathic and empathic ability he figured he inherited from his mother. But as he got to know the Mutou's better, he realized how much love existed between Yiugi and his grandfather. It was a relationship he wished he had with his own father. But his mother and siblings made up for that lack-but it didn't stop him from being wistful at times.

 

Yami pulled away from the kiss, letting go at the last moment, as air had become a concern. Limpid, violet eyes looked up at him in adoration, an emotion he returned fervently. There was nothing he loved more than kissing, cuddling and making love with Yugi. Each time with his beloved was like the first time, with an element of familiarity. Yugi was a sensual, passionate lover, his sexiness enhancing more as he grew, and his training in the martial arts added to the already natural grace he had. Yami loved touching him; sliding his hands all over his lithe, smooth physique. Yugi made him feel loved and powerful, a feeling that made Yami feel very protective and possessive toward him. He hated anyone other than himself or Sugoroku looking at him. Yugi had found this all very amusing and sweet, which made Yami love him all the more. A shaft of resentment lanced thorough his body. Yugi and his music were the most important things in the world to him. Why did he have to give up one for the other? Why couldn't he have both?

 

Yami knew the answer, of course. There was no way he could come between Yugi and his grandfather, no matter how much he loved the younger boy. The last thing he wanted was resentment between Sugoroku and Yugi. He didn't want to put his lover in a position where he had to choose between the two people he loved the most in the world. Yami didn't want to be the reason for any rift to develop between them. Thus Yami's taking away Yugi's choice. But he chose not to tell Yugi this.

 

Yugi laid his head on Yami's muscular chest, draping his arms around the older boy's waist, listening to his heartbeat. Yugi had stopped crying by now. Deep down in his heart of hearts, he knew Yami was going to leave him behind, despite how much he cried, begged or pleaded. Yami was one of those people that once they made a decision, it took an act of the gods for them t o change their minds. Regardless of what went on between them now. He was resolved and resigned to the inevitable. He figured he would make the most of the time they had left together. But he doubted he would ever forgive and forget, and he told Yami so.

 

Yami was saddened, but he knew that was the probable outcome of his decision. He understood his lovers' anger and pain-he felt like beating himself up for putting Yugi through this kind of pain. He felt he deserved much more for doing this to Yugi.

 

“Yugi…”

 

“Yes, Mi-chan?”

 

“I love you.”

 

Yugi sniffled, then buried his face in Yami's shirt, and held him close. He began to cry quietly, again. “I know, Mi-chan, I know….I love you, too. So much….so very much….” He began to sob.

 

Yami wanted to start crying, too. Tears moistened the corner of his eyes, and they ached with the strain of holding them back. But he found it difficult to express his emotions. He also figured that he had to be strong for the both of them, and if he should breakdown, he would throw caution to the wind, and take Yugi with him. He buried his face in Yugi's hair again.

 

“If I had a choice, itoshii, you know there's no question of me leaving you behind….I would take you with me in a heart beat….” Yami whispered brokenly.

 

“You do have a choice, Mi-chan..”

 

“Yes, but the consequences of that choice…it doesn't bear thinking about. Please, Yugi…I know I don't deserve it, but if you could find it in your heart to forgive me….” Yami lifted his head and gently grasped the younger boy's pointed chin. He tilted his face up, looking into amethyst eyes, rubbing a slender finger across his lips.

 

Yugi drew a deep breath, and leaned into Yami, bring up his arms to circle Yami's neck, tears still coursing down his face. “I…don't forgive you.” Yami gasped, and then his shoulders slumped. Yugi continued. “However, I love you…I will always love you, which is why I will never forgive you. But I want you to make love to me, Kaname Atemu Kagehito. I want to feel you inside me….I want one last chance to feel you, remember you….what it's like when we're together….”

 

Yami smiled sadly, and kissed his younger lover passionately. He could never refuse Yugi anything.

 

 

That last night they were together, was a night Yami would never forget. He and Yugi had made love for hours, in every position possible, in every room of Yami's apartment. Yugi had cried, sobbed and clung desperately to Yami, and Yami had done the same as he thrust into Yugi, the pleasure overwhelming his already beleaguered senses and emotions. Finally the exhausting bouts of lovemaking, they both had fallen asleep, bodies entwined around the other.

 

Two days later, heart splintering into innumerable pieces, Yam Kagehito left for America, leaving his beloved Yugi behind.

 

 

 

“Kaname-sama…Kaname-sama?”