Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Toxic ❯ Someday ( Chapter 2 )

Toxic

The Panasonic Princess

Author's Note: Well, here it is, the second chapter! I'm beginning to really get attached to this story. I'm thinking sequel… But I won't worry you with the details… I mean, you haven't even started the second chapter. I'm thinking this particular story will be about fifteen chapters (but that could change as I continue to write). Enjoy!

//…//- yami to hikari

/…/- hikari to yami

blah- thoughts

**blah**- flashbacks/dreams

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Chapter two:

Someday

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Now the story's played out like this

Just like a paperback novel

Let's rewrite an ending that fits

Instead of a Hollywood horror…

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Yami hummed to himself a tuneless song as he walked the road that would take him back to the game shop. There was really nothing for him to do, and he regretted leaving Seto's so early. Yugi was in school; his grandfather was halfway across the world on some archeological find with some of his old friends ("I need to have some fun, too!," the old man had insisted). So the only ones left to talk to were Bakura and Marik. Not his idea of a fun afternoon.

But he had to leave Seto's. When he'd spoke of the sexual side of the dreams, he knew his time was up. Had he stayed, he probably would have done something he'd have regretted even more than leaving.

He was still very much in love with Sethos. Yes, the bastard had betrayed him, had planned his downfall and his death, but Yami was still in love with him.

Was what Seto said true? Was the reason that Sethos betrayed him different than what it seemed? Was he really trying to protect Athari from the mutinous band of advisors that Athari himself had once seen as allies? Was it all an effort to save his life?

Yami sighed as he slipped his keys out of his pocket. It didn't matter anymore. Sethos was gone. He was no longer Athari. He was Yami, the spirit of the Millennium Puzzle. What happened in the past was just that-the past. Athari no longer existed.

The game shop, of course, was closed up. The grandfather always did that when he went away. Yami rounded to the back of the house, and unlocked the door, going inside. The house was eerily quiet, and part of him was unnerved. Something wasn't right here.

"Who's there?" he called, his voice betraying his nervousness. There was no answer, but Yami's nerves weren't calmed.

"I know someone's here!" he shouted through the house, "Show yourself!"

A light chuckle reached his ears. Yami scowled.

"It's just the darkness, Yami…. Don't tell me you're afraid of the darkness…"

Yami sighed, putting his hands on his hips. He didn't have time for this.

"Bakura, come out. I know it's you."

Said spirit slipped out of the shadow before him, a sadistic grin on his face, his arms crossed. Yami glared at him.

"You scared the shit out of me. I thought someone was trying to rob the place," he snapped, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm bored," Bakura replied, "And I can't find Marik. Wanna go create chaos and havoc with me?"

"I'd rather not," Yami shot back flatly, "Isn't there anything constructive you can do with your time?"

"No."

"Well, then you should make another psychotic friend, because I'm not going to help you terrorize people. I have better things to do with my time… like sleeping."

Bakura pouted.

"You're no fun," he whined.

Yami laughed. Bakura had changed since Battle City… but not much. He was no longer bent on revenge (not that he'd have any luck getting it), and he was actually a little personable… but just a little.

"As long as you're here and we're both bored," Yami said, "How about you go and watch some television? The hikaris won't be coming home for another five hours."

"We could just go and take them out of school," Bakura suggested, "They have to let us if we say it's a family emergency."

"And what would we do with them?" Yami snapped, "We can't take them out, it's still school hours. We'd probably end up doing exactly what we're doing now."

They both collapsed on the couch, and Bakura turned on the television.

"That's right," Bakura said quietly, "I forgot that you don't fuck your light."

"He's young, " Yami growled, "I wouldn't dare try to take his innocence like that."

Some talk show was on, and Yami was tempted to tell Bakura to change it, but he knew there was nothing else on anyway.

"Innocence?" Bakura repeated, "What innocence? He's a fucking teenager! Trust me, he knows things that I'm sure you've never even heard of."

"I doubt it. Yugi's not like your hikari."

"True, he's not. They're similar. You see, Ryou knows what he does because I taught him. You have an advantage. Yugi doesn't need to be taught."

"You're a jackass."

"Aren't I ever?" Bakura shot back, grinning, "But you should listen to me. I mean, Marik fucks his hikari and I fuck mine… you should get with the program."

"If you enjoy being here, you'll shut up now."

"Alright, but you should really take it into consideration," Bakura whispered, "Not that I'm saying I enjoy being here…"

"I would hope you wouldn't…"

They fell silent then, watching as some woman on television got a makeover. There was tension between them, and Yami was sure they could cut it with a knife if they tried. Then, it just…snapped. An arm slipped around Yami's shoulders, and he looked over at the albino, who had a smirk on his face.

"You know, I don't have to wait for Ryou to come home to relieve my boredom…"

Yami smirked as the other spirit pounced on him.

"It took you long enough, asshole," he purred. Bakura responded by giving him a sound bite on the neck.

The old man was lucky he wasn't home.

Yami panted heavily as he and Bakura lay sprawled out on the floor of Yami's bedroom an hour later. He trailed his hand through platinum hair, trying to bring himself back down to earth.

It had been going on like this for quite some time. One day, they were bored, like today, and things just… happened. They still rather disliked each other, but they discovered that they both had certain needs (Bakura, of course, hadn't put it in so many words…). Bakura was a very skilled lover, and Yami was glad they had what they did. Three thousand years alone in the Puzzle made him very lonely, indeed, and he was happy that he had a lover again… even if they never really loved each other.

"Damn, that was good," Bakura moaned and buried his face in Yami's hair, "We should do this every time the hikaris go off to school."

"Yes, we should," Yami agreed. He wasn't in the mood to argue.

"We'd probably make quite a mess, though…"

"Probably…" he replied, drifting off.

"Hey, Yami?" Bakura suddenly whispered.

"Hmmm?"

"…"

"What is it, Bakura?"

"… Never mind. It's not important."

"Oh. Okay, then…"

And the world was covered in darkness as Yami fell asleep in Bakura's arms.

Bakura smiled softly as the ex-pharaoh's head became slightly heavier on his arm, and he knew the spirit had fallen asleep. They had another four hours before anyone would be here. Yami could sleep for now.

I'm such a damn coward, he thought to himself as he shifted to make himself more comfortable, It's three fucking words… why can't I just say them?

Yes, he, Bakura, was in love with his sworn enemy. He hadn't meant for it to happen. At first, all he wanted was sex, and Yami was happy to give it to him, no strings attached. He wasn't prepared for the feelings that came with it. He'd fallen head over heels in love with the same person who had ordered his death.

He looked down at the beautiful being in his arms, and kissed the warm forehead. Yami nuzzled into his chest, sighing. This was why Bakura had fallen in love. Yami could be so… adorable. He was about as irresistible as Ryou. Bakura couldn't help but have feelings for him.

"Just you wait, Yami," he whispered, knowing that Yami couldn't hear him, "Soon enough, I'll get over this shyness, and I'll confess my love to you. Then, we'll be together… I promise you…"

And before he knew it, he was asleep as well…

Seto tapped his pencil against his desk in boredom, wondering why the hell he hadn't gone in to work that morning. Anything would be better than just sitting here thinking about Yami and those dreams. He wondered when Yami would be coming back.

Probably after Yugi gets home. I'm sure he's probably at home waiting for him, and when Yugi gets home, Yami will come over here.

He had to find out more about these dreams, and he knew only Yami could give him the answers he was looking for. It had, over the span of an hour or two, become an obsession for him. He had to know if history was going to repeat itself.

He threw down his pencil in frustration. He was Seto Kaiba! He didn't have to wait for anything! He knew where Yami was-he'd just go to him. Why should he bend his schedule to please Yami's?

He got up, calling his driver. He was going to the Kame Game Shop and he was going to get some answers no matter what.

Ten minutes later, he was in one of his limousines and headed for the game shop. The ride wasn't long, about ten to fifteen minutes, and Seto was sure Yami had walked. He got out when the car stopped, and walked up to the front door.

It was locked.

Seto sighed. The old man had gone on vacation. Yami had probably used the back door. He went around to the back, and knocked on the back door. He waited there for a few moments, tapping his foot on the ground. There was no answer. He grabbed the doorknob and turned it. The door opened, and he stepped inside. Yami had to be home. He wouldn't leave the door open if he weren't.

"Yami?" he called, but still got no answer. After searching the bottom floor, he approached the stairs. He still heard no sounds. Maybe Yami was asleep?

He opened the first door he came to. It looked like the old man's bedroom. Yami wasn't there. The second door was a closet. The third was what appeared to be Yugi's room. Then, there was the bathroom.

He walked to the last door of the hallway, feeling doubtful. Maybe Yami wasn't here…

He opened the door, and what he saw nearly made him slam the door closed and run out of the house screaming.

Yami and Bakura were laid out on the floor, naked, their arms and legs tangled together, Yami's head on Bakura's chest. Seto could more or less guess what they had been doing. He backed up slowly, closing the door. That wasn't something that he wanted to interrupt… especially if Yugi's stories were true, and Yami was a bitch if he's woken up.

As he left the house, he wondered how long Yami and Bakura had been lovers. Yami certainly hadn't mentioned anything about it, and Bakura looked like the person to brag about something like that. And weren't they enemies? It didn't matter. Seto was sort of happy for them.

But then why did it hurt so much?

The dull ache in his chest began to bug him as he got back in his car, and told the driver to drive. Why would this affect him? Why should he care if Yami had a lover?

//Because he's yours, you idiot. Go and get him back!//

Seto gasped and looked around. Who said that? There was no one else but the driver in the car, and Seto was sure the voice hadn't been his. It was like someone was speaking right in his head…

//I am in your head, unfortunately. Why did you leave? Why did you let that white haired freak get away with touching my pharaoh? That thief doesn't deserve him!//

Wait a second…

"Sethos?" Seto whispered out loud. His driver looked at him funny.

//Don't talk. People will think you're crazy.//

/Like I'm not already?/

//No, you're not. I'm really here. You're not hearing things.//

/So… how long have you been in my head?/

//Since the day you were born.//

/And you choose now to say something?/

//Well, I don't believe I've ever really cared about what you did. You're not my first host. But… you're the first I've ever actually talked to.//

/I'm honored./

//You shouldn't be. I don't believe I've ever seen anyone do anything so blatantly stupid.//

/What the hell are you talking about?/

//Athari. You just… left him there… in the arms of that worthless thief. I know you're cold, but you can't be heartless.//

/Athari?/ Seto thought, /You mean Yami? Why should I care if he's with Bakura? He's entitled to his own life./

//Athari is known to make some stupid decisions. He's always been like that. He gets what he wants, then worries about the consequences when it's too late. You have to save him. That worthless piece of crap will hurt him!//

Seto barked a laugh.

/So? That's his business. He's able to make his own decisions./

He felt a prick of anger, and he assumed it was from whoever was talking.

/You're Sethos, aren't you?/ he asked, just to make conversation.

//I am.//

/So… if you're from ancient Egypt, then how did you wind up in my mind?/

//It's a long story.//

/I've got time./

//Well… as you know, I betrayed Athari… badly. I loved him with all my being, and I was going to apologize to him. He committed suicide before I was able to.//

/He killed himself?/

//Yes. It wasn't something he really wanted to do, but to activate the Sennen Puzzle, a sacrifice had to be made. He chose himself so that if history were to repeat itself, he would be able to save the world again. I was overcome with grief. I didn't want to go on to the afterlife if Athari wasn't going to be there waiting for me. With the help of the same wizards responsible for Athari being put into the Sennen Puzzle, I preformed a spell on myself, so that my soul wouldn't go on after I died. Instead, I would just be reborn in my reincarnations. In a way, I am your yami, but without an Item.//

/Oh. Wow, that's quite a story. So, Ya-uh, Athari was right. I am your reincarnation./

//Yes, he was telling the truth. I've waited for the day when we would cross paths again. It has been torture these past two years, to be able to see him but not touch him.//

/Why couldn't you touch him?/

//I knew that the millennia had worn down his memory. I wasn't sure if he'd remember me. I know how protective of his hikari he is. He might have seen me as a threat. Of course, he may still see me as one…//

/…can you break away into your own body, like Yami?/

//Trying to get rid of me already?//

/Can you?/

//Yes, I can. And when I do, I'm going to fix your mistake and take back my Athari from those cold, cruel arms. I'm going to make him mine again.//

Seto groaned.

/This is going to be a long life…/

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Next time: Sethos has a plan, but will it work? Will Yami ever forgive Sethos for his crimes in the past? Will Bakura ever confess his love for Yami?