Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Yuu Yuu Yu-Gi-Oh! ❯ Act Two: In Which We Meet the Real Yami and Bakura ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: Welcome to Act Two of Yuu Yuu Yu-Gi-Oh! (For the record, I still don't own any part of Yuu Yuu Hakusho or Yu-Gi-Oh!) Thank you all who have read and enjoyed Yuu Yuu Yu-Gi-Oh, and thanks especially to my first two reviewers! ^-^ Thank you also for your patience! Here's chapter two, fresh out the oven! ^-^

There's some OOC in here…actually, there's a lot. In fact, there's so much OOC, I don't think I could build much of a story without it! Ah Hell, I think you'll like it. And if not, well, there's no law saying you have to read anymore of my stuff. Here's hopin' you enjoy it enough to post a review too!

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Yuu Yuu Yu-Gi-Oh!

By baka411

Act Two: In Which We are Introduced to the Real Yami and Bakura

Yugi Moutou had been through Hell and back today. Everything seemed fine until he got to school. Now he was suspended for a week, sporting a black eye that had swollen shut, and fearing his yami's reaction to the day's events. Above all of this, however, he feared what Yuuske and Kuwabara wanted with Yami and Bakura.

He vividly recalled passing the two in the hall before lunch, ending up behind them to dodge his friends. They, or Jounnounchi, had been foolish enough to challenge Seto Kaiba to a duel. While they wanted him there for support, Yugi had taken enough about Duel Monsters for one lifetime. And with Battle City coming up…he just wanted to rest his mind.

That fell through when he heard Yuuske mention `Yami'. Curious, the duelist cast a wary eye their way. What he saw made his heart stop. Yuuske was holding a picture of Yami! And Kuwabara had a dog-eared little photograph of Bakura as well! Coupled with the confrontation at lunch, he knew something was deathly amiss.

When he'd woken in Jounounchi's arms, he instantly told Ryou that they needed to talk as soon as possible.

Interestingly enough, Jounounchi insisted upon carrying Yugi home to make up for getting him punched by Yuuske. Yugi kindly explained it wasn't his fault, but the blonde refused to listen and let Yugi piggy-back all the way to the game shop.

Before they separated, Yugi quickly pulled Ryou close. "Don't breathe a word of this to Bakura. Not until you and I get some privacy and talk. I have a bad feeling." Pulling back, he waved to Honda and Jou and led Ryou inside. "Call Bakura from here. Don't be too worried; he can't be that angry with you."

"RRRYYYYYYYYOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" The sound was like an ambulance siren, only deeper and throatier. Bakura was storming up to the game shop, ready to smite the world with his glare alone. "COME `ERE! YOU'D BETTER NOT BE CRIPPLED!"

Ryou gulped nervously. "That would be my escort. I'll try and get free tomorrow. We'll meet at the park and talk!" He quickly turned to open the door, letting out a small, surprised squeal as he found the doorframe filled by none other than a purple-faced Bakura. "EEP! B-B-B-Bakura!"

Bakura growled and slung his hikari over one shoulder, easily carrying him off to their house. "Don't you `B-B-Bakura' me! What the Hell kind of drugs were you on when you decided getting in trouble at school was a good idea?!"

Yugi shook his head and turned away, Bakura's ranting quieting as the two disappeared. <Now to run my own gauntlet,> he thought miserably. Walking to the back of the shop, he threw open the door and slipped into the ground-floor kitchen. "Tadaima, Yami," he sighed, sliding off his shoes.

"Aibou," the Dark Pharaoh folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorway leading to the living room. "Daijoubu ka? What's with the phone call from your principal?" Poor Yugi felt his burdens become too much, and tears began steadily dripping from his eyes. Yami approached him slowly, reaching out to comfort his little partner. "It will be all right, aibou. There's RA'S BALLS! WHAT'S HAPPENED TO YOU?!"

Now, for the record, anyone who knows Yugi is also aware of the unspoken fact that you don't yell at or around him. Silly Yami seemed to have forgotten this rule, and paid for it. Poor Yugi burst into tears and took off like a rabbit, sobbing and scurrying to his bedroom with all speed. The Pharaoh gave chase, meeting only with a locked door when he got to the boy's bedroom. "Yugi! Open this door and talk to me! Yugi! I wasn't angry with you! Come on, Yugi! Obey my commands!"

"NO!" Yugi sobbed from his bed, his face burrowing deep into his pillow to stifle his sobs and catch his tears. <Oh Yami, if only you knew! I think you're in terrible danger! I don't know what all is going on, but it's tearing me apart! I'll lose you for sure!> "Just go away! I want to be alone!"

"You don't mean that!" Yami countered, slowly undoing the lock of the door with a bobby pin from the bathroom down the hall. "Open this door, Yugi Moutou! You have until the count of three!" Being a crafty King, he had the door unlocked and swiftly stepped inside, standing regally and looking down upon the weeping teen. "Three."

Yugi only looked away, his body shaking with his sorrow. "Leave me alone! I've had a God-awful day, Yami! I just want to sleep it off and forget about it! Quickly!" Having spoken his piece, the teen set back to wailing into his sheets and ignoring the dark entity entirely.

Yami moved with a patience he'd only recently acquired since he he'd been freed from the Sennen Puzzle. "Yugi," he purred, resting a hand delicately upon the small of his lover's back. "Yugi, please don't cry. I only want to know what happened to you. You were so happy to get out of the house today, and now you're home, wounded and in tears. Just tell me what happened; we have all night, and all week too."

"So I've been suspended then?" the youth murmured, lifting his head and turning to his dark side.

"Hai," Yami nodded, adorable curiosity crossing his features. "Which reminds me; what is this `suspension' they speak of? Were you hanging from something?"

Yugi chuckled, rolling onto his back and sitting up. "No, Yami. What they mean is I'm not supposed to return to school for the next week, or I'm grounded from school. It's a punishment, since I was involved in a fight."

Yami's eyes narrowed. "A fight? You?" Now, also for the record, Yami took it upon himself to defend Yugi at all costs, and it came to such an extreme most times that Yami found himself becoming a sort of parent to Yugi. Hands on his hips, the King of Games glared into his hikari's eyes and cleared his throat. "All right, aibou," he sternly claimed. "Out with it. What were you doing in a fight?"

Yugi pouted sweetly, hating it when Yami acted like this. "The fight was about me, if you must know. I begged Jounounchi not to fight, and I took a hit for him." Yami didn't seem entirely satisfied with this explanation, and arched a masculine eyebrow to denote he required more information. "It started when these two exchange students, Yuuske and Kuwabara, began shooting odd looks at Ryou and me. They caught up with us at lunch, and…" he stopped, almost spilling the top-secret information he'd planned to withhold.

"And?" Yami demanded, using a tone of voice most young children swiftly learn. It's the sort of tone that says tell-me-what-you're-hiding-or-you'll-get-it, in so many words. "Well, Yugi? Step it up a bit."

<This cannot be happening to me,> Yugi hopelessly thought. Desperate now, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Yuuske tried to rape me." Very far-fetched, he knew, but Yami looked like he bought it.

"Rape?! MY AIBOU?!" Yami thundered, standing at his full height and pacing furiously. "Why that no-good rotten vaginal secretion! How dare he try to man-handle you?! You're mine!" Calming down, he turned tenderly to Yugi and enveloped him in a warm, protective embrace. "I'll never ever let that happen, Aibou. You're safe with me, I promise. Tell me what happened after that. Did he hurt you anywhere else?"

Yugi sniffled and shook his head. "Jounounchi and Honda rescued me before anything could happen, and then Yuuske got angry and punched me. It hardly hurts anymore, Yami, and I wouldn't…"

"Why were you left unprotected?" came the sudden inquiry, the muscles in Yami's sinewy body tightening with suppressed rage. "You and Ryou shouldn't have been left unguarded."

"Jou-kun and Honda-kun had to speak to the class officers about student fees. They're lucky they can even walk." Yugi was reluctant to break away from Yami's embrace, but he felt better as he was hushed softly and made to lie down. "Yami, I was so scared…" That, he could safely say, was no lie. A little truth to pepper a lie always made it more believable. "I need to talk to Ryou tomorrow…"

Yami shook his head, tucking Yugi into bed. "You'll do no such thing, Aibou. I'm not going to risk another attempt upon you, nor would I risk Ryou. You'll be home with me, healing and resting up for our upcoming tournament in Battle City." He grinned and kissed the youth upon his lips. "And if you're good, we'll have a little sex in between."

Yugi nodded, letting Yami shut out his bedroom lamp and leave him to sleep. <I'll slip out tomorrow morning. But first, I'd better call Ryou.> Sitting up, he tip-toed to his desk and began dialing Ryou's phone number.

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At the Bakura house, Ryou was busy with his own interrogation. Thus far, Bakura had not spoken, choosing instead to pace and let Ryou blubber out his tale of woe. The poor teen was hoarse now, and barely finishing up his own version of the events. "The new students decided they needed to get their jollies somehow, and decided Yugi and I were easy targets! It wasn't anyone's fault but Yuuske's and Kuwabara's! Won't you please believe me, Bakura?!"

"Quit whinin'! I'm thinkin'!" It was no lie that Bakura was indeed furious. Ryou was his! No one else's! Still, one could easily see his dominance and possession of Ryou could be linked to something much deeper, a can of worms Bakura scorned himself for bringing about. All this soft living with his hikari made him actually-*shudder*- care for Ryou. Not just as a possession, but as a person. As much as he acted against it, he valued Ryou's opinion, and loved to coddle him in his own way. But it had to be in private, or else his masculinity was at stake. Outside the house, Ryou was no better than a walking, talking fuck doll.

But they were in the house now, and safe from wandering eyes. Bakura promised himself they'd have sex…just as long as Ryou's tears were quieted first. And he'd make it goooood.

Approaching the sobbing teen, the grave robber very gently cupped his hand beneath Ryou's chin and forced him to look up comfortably. "You don't look hurt. And I suppose it's not your fault you and that damnable Pharaoh's meat puppet were unsuspecting targets. I still ought to punish you for leaving yourself wide open that way, and for getting suspended."

"B-B-Bakura," Ryou mewed softly, voice quavering oh-so-delicately. "W-what will you do with me? I…I really hadn't…"

"Submit and repent, baka," Bakura ordered huskily, lips easily conquering Ryou's and stealing a forgiving smooch. Ryou melted at the delight of it, nipping playfully at the tongue that now penetrated past his teeth. <No biting, or no play.>

<You want it as badly as I do. You wouldn't withhold sex from me.> Dammit! Ryou had a point!

Bakura grinned, none the less. <Fine; a point for you. But I'll tell you this. You're treading a fine line, chibi-chan. And I do have the power to shackle you to our bed and let my belt mark whatever flesh it sees fit before I have my way.> Ryou shuddered beneath him, making him laugh. <You seem to value what flesh you have. Now get upstairs and get naked. I'll be up in a moment.>

<Hai, my dark Master,> Ryou countered, making Bakura purr. Ooo, that little mink! He wanted to play *that* game, then. When the kiss broke, Ryou licked his lips and slowly stood up, his beautiful brown eyes twinkling with a naughty little spark. "Shall I change the sheets again?"

Bakura growled seductively, sending Ryou off with a small swat. "Don't toy with me. I know you put the satin ones on before you left!" Giggling and momentarily breaking role, Ryou skipped upstairs and did as he had been told. Grinning hungrily, Bakura went to the kitchen and began to set up a plate of sandwiches and a chilled bottle of pop. <<I'll fuck you so silly you won't even be able to blink without crying my name! At least then I can keep you from wandering eyes. Those bastards, daring to even dream of touching MY hikari?! I ought to rip their testicles out through their eye sockets and stable their sacs to the front door of the damned school! >>

<Where are you?> Ryou whined softly. <I'm chilly, and I can only hold this position for so long.>

<You'll wait for me or else. You know I'm good for my word, hikari.>

Gulp. <I know. That's what makes the sex so fun!>

<Did that come out of YOU?!> Bakura gasped, stumbling where he stood.

Ryou giggled. <Got your attention, did I?>

<Just you wait until I come up there. When I'm done with you, you're gonna be envied by every baboon on this planet!>

<What does that…? YOU WOULDN'T!> Suddenly the phones rang, making the both of them jump. Ryou was closest and picked up, then sent a quick message to his darker self. <It's Yugi. Let me take this call.>

Bakura growled impatiently. <Hayaku. And when you're done you're gonna take your punishment for getting into so much damned trouble!> Tuning out for the moment, he returned to making up the sandwiches. It was one thing he was really good at, and rather enjoyed doing for his hikari.

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"Yugi-kun," Ryou whispered, although there was no need for it. "Daijoubu ka? You aren't in too much trouble, are you?"

Yugi's chuckle buzzed in Ryou's earpiece, but that too was barely above a whisper. "Yami's only grounded me for being involved in a fight, but no damage done. How are you, though? Bakura didn't…"

Ryou shook his head. "No. We were just about to kiss and make up when you called. Bakura's making dinner now, I think. So how are we gonna figure out this Yuuske/Kuwabara thing? And how are we gonna smuggle you out of the house?"

"Leave that to me. Figure out a way to meet me in the park at around noon. We'll talk there. Make sure not to let on anything about it. Yami's under the impression Yuuske tried to rape me."

"I have Bakura thinking it was a gang-bang, or what he thought was a poor attempt at one." He looked up and bit his lip nervously, quickly wrapping up the phone call. "I'll see you around noon tomorrow! Bakura's coming, so I have to go."

Yugi made a small grunt of affirmation. "Gotcha. Noon tomorrow at the park. Sayonara." Both hikaris hung up and cleared their minds of their plans, being careful to bring about no suspicion. They had to find out what two foreign exchange students wanted with their yamis, and they had to find out before their yamis were forever snatched away!

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Proceed to part three. The explanation starts there! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!