[fic] Just Don't Look Back, Chapter 16 - Yugioh, YamixYugi, angst/romance, R, AU
Title: Just Don't Look Back
Chapter: 16
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/romance
Pairing: YamixYugi
Archive: Here
Overall warnings: AU, implied sex, insanity, violence
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Before he met Yugi, Yami spent his days panhandling alone. Yugi put his heart into changing Yami’s life, giving him companionship, a home and his love. But even he can’t save Yami from the control of his past, nor the dark path he is set upon.
Disclaimer: Yugioh continues to not belong to me.
- 01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05 - 06 - 07 - 08 - 09 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 -
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“Eve Atemu?” the police officer standing on the doorstep asked. Another man in plain clothes stood behind him, but he carried himself with the unmistakable air of law enforcement. Eve had seen enough officers in jail to know the stance.
She stared back warily. “Yes, can I help you?”
The uniformed officer held up his identification. “I am Officer Juro Seidai. We’re looking for your son.”
“Why?” she asked, instantly defensive.
“Ma’am, please, just tell us if you know where he is,” the plainclothes man cut in, looking somewhat haggard. On their way out of the office a cub reporter had tailed them from the building to the car, firing off question after question about why they couldn’t keep the streets safe. It had been the longest twenty yards Superintendent Ito had ever walked, and knowing that they were going to arrest a man without any physical evidence tying him to the crime did nothing to help his mood. An arrest would shut the reporters up for awhile, but unless they found evidence and fast…
And now the suspect’s mother had to go and play Mama Bear. Ito was at the end of his patience, and it wasn’t even eight o’clock yet.
“He doesn’t live here,” Eve finally answered. “He lives with the Mutous. I believe they’re listed under Sugoroku. Is Yami in some sort of trouble?”
Seidai flipped open his notebook, scribbling it down. Ito spoke over his shoulder. “Thank you, we’ll be in touch soon.”
“Wait, you haven’t told me why you’re looking for Yami-”
“I promise, we’ll be in touch as soon as possible and will explain everything,” the officer said, turning. “Thank you for your help.”
Eve closed the door and was halfway to the phone before she wondered if she was walking into a trap. Wouldn’t a phone call placed to the Mutous immediately after meeting an officer looking for Yami be suspicious? She pulled her hand away and turned before pausing again. Any concerned mother would call her son if the police were looking for him. Perhaps not calling would arouse even more suspicions.
She took a deep breath, weighed her options, and picked up the phone.
- - -
In the Game Shop, the store phone rang. Sugoroku grumbled to himself, “Lazy people can’t even bother themselves to read our ad and know that we’re not open till eight…agh!” He had just dropped a box he was attempting to balance while reaching for the phone.
“I’ve got it Grandpa!” Yugi called, jogging down the stairs. “Yami’s washing up, I’ll take it.”
“Thank you, tell them we’re closed,” His grandfather replied, wincing. “And that we’re never open for people rude enough to call before eight o’clock in the morning,” he muttered darkly, massaging the foot that he’d dropped the box on.
Yugi gave him a reproachful look before answering. “Hello, Kame Game Shop, I’m sorry but we’re closed right now-”
“Yugi?” A woman’s voice returned, cutting off his recital. Yugi frowned at the receiver.
“Eve?”
“Why are you answering the phone? I thought Yami lived downstairs.”
“He did, he’s just upstairs right now. What’s up?”
She chose her words carefully. “Two police officers were just here looking for Yami. Do you have any idea why?”
Within a second, Yugi’s thought pattern went: Police officers? But she knows what he’s- oh she’s faking confusion in case anyone is listening- the police are after Yami?!
“I- I have no idea why,” he managed to say. “He’s either been here or with you for the past couple months; I don’t know what he could have done to make the police want him. Did the officers say why?”
“No, just that they would be contacting me shortly.”
She was doing well keeping up the charade of a concerned mother, but Yugi couldn’t think of anything to say back, too busy worrying about what this might mean. Yami was on shaky enough ground as it was, if the police pressure got to be too much, he was liable to crack and confess. And once he was arrested…who knew what would happen to him? A jail, a mental hospital, or even worse possibilities beckoned.
“Yugi?”
“I’m sorry…I was just thinking. Thanks for telling me, but it must be a misunderstanding.”
“It’s fine. I just thought you should know.”
There was another awkward pause, during which Yugi briefly considered trying to find a way to tell Eve about Yami’s unusual behavior. Perhaps she could advise him on what to do to keep him calm while the police talked to him. He changed his mind before he could speak. It was too risky, and she was worried enough. Besides, right now the important thing would be to warn Yami. He could only hope Yami would know enough to keep himself calm.
“Thank you for calling,” he said faintly. “If I find out anything about what this is about, I’ll let you know.”
“I’d appreciate that. Good bye, Yugi.”
“Bye.” He walked back to the desk and hung up the phone.
“Who was that?” His grandfather asked.
“It was Eve,” he said, walking back toward the stairs. “An officer was at her house looking for Yami and wouldn’t say why. I have to go tell him.”
Before Sugoroku could ask more questions, Yugi had vanished up the stairs. He paused in the hall, leaned against the wall and felt his chest tighten as he let the reality of the situation sink in. The police were asking about Yami. During the last week, he’d fallen into a sense of security that Yami had committed the perfect crime. He had gotten away with it; by now any physical clues would be gone…he had finally begun to stop worrying. He should have realized that just because the papers hadn’t reported it, that hadn’t meant Hiro hadn’t given up Yami’s name. His breath shook.
“Yugi?”
His eyes flew open and he straightened up to see Yami walking toward him. He struggled for composure. “Yami, there was-”
“Was what? What’s going on?”
Downstairs, someone pounded on the private entrance door. Yugi stiffened. Yami switched direction midstride, heading for the stairs. “We should probably answer that,” he said.
“No,” Yugi said, throwing out his arm to stop him.
“Yugi, what is going on with you?” he asked, baffled.
The person at the door knocked again. “Police!” a distant voice shouted.
Yami went pale and looked at Yugi, asking the question with his eyes. Yugi nodded. And yet, in the midst of the panic, he struggled to think of something positive to say. “They’re probably just going to ask questions,” he said. “So just…stay calm and-”
The knocking grew louder and more violent. “This is the police!”
“What on Earth is going on out here?” Yugi’s father asked, clomping into the hall irritably. “Do neither of you know how to answer a door?”
Yami shrank back into the living room. Yugi followed. Mr. Mutou sighed and went to open the door. “I’m terribly sorry officers,” he said. “Can I help you?”
“We’re looking for Yami Atemu. We were told he lives here,” said the uniformed officer.
“Yes, come in. What exactly is this about?”
“I’ll explain in a moment, sir.”
Their voices carried up the stairs to the kitchen, where Yami had taken shelter. He cowered against the sink. “I don’t want to go to jail,” he whispered hoarsely. Yugi reached for his hand.
“I’m sure they just want to ask a few questions,” Yugi soothed, finding it easier to stay calm now that doing so was necessary.
“But I can’t- they’ll know, I’ll freak out, I’ll act suspicious-” He struggled to hold back panic. “I don’t want to be arrested-”
“They can’t arrest you on nervousness.”
“Yami!” Yugi’s father called as he led the officers into the living room. Yami tried to take a deep breath, but he choked halfway through, setting off a chain of smaller gasps. Yugi hugged him, as much to calm Yami as to calm himself. “It’ll be okay,” he murmured, squeezing his hand. Yami caught his breath, nodded and walked out of the kitchen.
“Hello offi-” He went silent as the officer nearest to him, one hand on his gun, pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Within seconds he passed Yami on his left, grabbed his arm, forced it behind him into the first cuff, and cinched the second cuff around his other wrist.
“Hey, what are you-?” Yami demanded, struggling, panic flashing across his face.
“Yami Atemu, you are under arrest on suspicion of murder,” said the plainclothes officer. “You will be informed of the full charges and your rights once you are detained.”
“What?” Yami asked, his mouth going dry.
“Kazuki, what’s going on- why are the police here?” Yugi’s mother asked, interrupting herself as she walked into the room and took in the scene.
“Yami is…being arrested,” he replied, looking dazed.
“No!” Yugi burst in from the kitchen. “This is a mistake, Yami didn’t do anything-”
“Would everyone please remain calm?” The man in plainclothes interrupted. “To begin with, we will need to interview each of you, so if you have plans, change them. Seidai, I’ll take Atemu, you question these people.”
“Yes sir.”
“Let’s go,” Ito said, taking Yami by the arm. Yami stopped struggling and let himself be pulled along without complaint. The only time he lifted his head was to look back at Yugi, his eyes wide and terrified. His lips moved, silently forming words: Help me.
Yugi had to look away, unable to handle seeing his pleading expression. He couldn’t do anything. The situation had spiraled out of his hands long ago. He heard the officer who had been referred to as Seidai ask his father, “How long has Atemu-san been living in your home?”
By the time Yugi looked back up, Yami was gone.
X - X - X
Notes: This chapter is ridiculously short, but it wasn’t the sort of thing that could be merged into another chapter. *cackles gleefully* Cliffhangers are fun!
Happy Mother's Day! Make sure to give your mom props, you never know when you might need an alibi for something.
Chapter: 16
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/romance
Pairing: YamixYugi
Archive: Here
Overall warnings: AU, implied sex, insanity, violence
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Before he met Yugi, Yami spent his days panhandling alone. Yugi put his heart into changing Yami’s life, giving him companionship, a home and his love. But even he can’t save Yami from the control of his past, nor the dark path he is set upon.
Disclaimer: Yugioh continues to not belong to me.
- 01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05 - 06 - 07 - 08 - 09 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 -
---
“Eve Atemu?” the police officer standing on the doorstep asked. Another man in plain clothes stood behind him, but he carried himself with the unmistakable air of law enforcement. Eve had seen enough officers in jail to know the stance.
She stared back warily. “Yes, can I help you?”
The uniformed officer held up his identification. “I am Officer Juro Seidai. We’re looking for your son.”
“Why?” she asked, instantly defensive.
“Ma’am, please, just tell us if you know where he is,” the plainclothes man cut in, looking somewhat haggard. On their way out of the office a cub reporter had tailed them from the building to the car, firing off question after question about why they couldn’t keep the streets safe. It had been the longest twenty yards Superintendent Ito had ever walked, and knowing that they were going to arrest a man without any physical evidence tying him to the crime did nothing to help his mood. An arrest would shut the reporters up for awhile, but unless they found evidence and fast…
And now the suspect’s mother had to go and play Mama Bear. Ito was at the end of his patience, and it wasn’t even eight o’clock yet.
“He doesn’t live here,” Eve finally answered. “He lives with the Mutous. I believe they’re listed under Sugoroku. Is Yami in some sort of trouble?”
Seidai flipped open his notebook, scribbling it down. Ito spoke over his shoulder. “Thank you, we’ll be in touch soon.”
“Wait, you haven’t told me why you’re looking for Yami-”
“I promise, we’ll be in touch as soon as possible and will explain everything,” the officer said, turning. “Thank you for your help.”
Eve closed the door and was halfway to the phone before she wondered if she was walking into a trap. Wouldn’t a phone call placed to the Mutous immediately after meeting an officer looking for Yami be suspicious? She pulled her hand away and turned before pausing again. Any concerned mother would call her son if the police were looking for him. Perhaps not calling would arouse even more suspicions.
She took a deep breath, weighed her options, and picked up the phone.
- - -
In the Game Shop, the store phone rang. Sugoroku grumbled to himself, “Lazy people can’t even bother themselves to read our ad and know that we’re not open till eight…agh!” He had just dropped a box he was attempting to balance while reaching for the phone.
“I’ve got it Grandpa!” Yugi called, jogging down the stairs. “Yami’s washing up, I’ll take it.”
“Thank you, tell them we’re closed,” His grandfather replied, wincing. “And that we’re never open for people rude enough to call before eight o’clock in the morning,” he muttered darkly, massaging the foot that he’d dropped the box on.
Yugi gave him a reproachful look before answering. “Hello, Kame Game Shop, I’m sorry but we’re closed right now-”
“Yugi?” A woman’s voice returned, cutting off his recital. Yugi frowned at the receiver.
“Eve?”
“Why are you answering the phone? I thought Yami lived downstairs.”
“He did, he’s just upstairs right now. What’s up?”
She chose her words carefully. “Two police officers were just here looking for Yami. Do you have any idea why?”
Within a second, Yugi’s thought pattern went: Police officers? But she knows what he’s- oh she’s faking confusion in case anyone is listening- the police are after Yami?!
“I- I have no idea why,” he managed to say. “He’s either been here or with you for the past couple months; I don’t know what he could have done to make the police want him. Did the officers say why?”
“No, just that they would be contacting me shortly.”
She was doing well keeping up the charade of a concerned mother, but Yugi couldn’t think of anything to say back, too busy worrying about what this might mean. Yami was on shaky enough ground as it was, if the police pressure got to be too much, he was liable to crack and confess. And once he was arrested…who knew what would happen to him? A jail, a mental hospital, or even worse possibilities beckoned.
“Yugi?”
“I’m sorry…I was just thinking. Thanks for telling me, but it must be a misunderstanding.”
“It’s fine. I just thought you should know.”
There was another awkward pause, during which Yugi briefly considered trying to find a way to tell Eve about Yami’s unusual behavior. Perhaps she could advise him on what to do to keep him calm while the police talked to him. He changed his mind before he could speak. It was too risky, and she was worried enough. Besides, right now the important thing would be to warn Yami. He could only hope Yami would know enough to keep himself calm.
“Thank you for calling,” he said faintly. “If I find out anything about what this is about, I’ll let you know.”
“I’d appreciate that. Good bye, Yugi.”
“Bye.” He walked back to the desk and hung up the phone.
“Who was that?” His grandfather asked.
“It was Eve,” he said, walking back toward the stairs. “An officer was at her house looking for Yami and wouldn’t say why. I have to go tell him.”
Before Sugoroku could ask more questions, Yugi had vanished up the stairs. He paused in the hall, leaned against the wall and felt his chest tighten as he let the reality of the situation sink in. The police were asking about Yami. During the last week, he’d fallen into a sense of security that Yami had committed the perfect crime. He had gotten away with it; by now any physical clues would be gone…he had finally begun to stop worrying. He should have realized that just because the papers hadn’t reported it, that hadn’t meant Hiro hadn’t given up Yami’s name. His breath shook.
“Yugi?”
His eyes flew open and he straightened up to see Yami walking toward him. He struggled for composure. “Yami, there was-”
“Was what? What’s going on?”
Downstairs, someone pounded on the private entrance door. Yugi stiffened. Yami switched direction midstride, heading for the stairs. “We should probably answer that,” he said.
“No,” Yugi said, throwing out his arm to stop him.
“Yugi, what is going on with you?” he asked, baffled.
The person at the door knocked again. “Police!” a distant voice shouted.
Yami went pale and looked at Yugi, asking the question with his eyes. Yugi nodded. And yet, in the midst of the panic, he struggled to think of something positive to say. “They’re probably just going to ask questions,” he said. “So just…stay calm and-”
The knocking grew louder and more violent. “This is the police!”
“What on Earth is going on out here?” Yugi’s father asked, clomping into the hall irritably. “Do neither of you know how to answer a door?”
Yami shrank back into the living room. Yugi followed. Mr. Mutou sighed and went to open the door. “I’m terribly sorry officers,” he said. “Can I help you?”
“We’re looking for Yami Atemu. We were told he lives here,” said the uniformed officer.
“Yes, come in. What exactly is this about?”
“I’ll explain in a moment, sir.”
Their voices carried up the stairs to the kitchen, where Yami had taken shelter. He cowered against the sink. “I don’t want to go to jail,” he whispered hoarsely. Yugi reached for his hand.
“I’m sure they just want to ask a few questions,” Yugi soothed, finding it easier to stay calm now that doing so was necessary.
“But I can’t- they’ll know, I’ll freak out, I’ll act suspicious-” He struggled to hold back panic. “I don’t want to be arrested-”
“They can’t arrest you on nervousness.”
“Yami!” Yugi’s father called as he led the officers into the living room. Yami tried to take a deep breath, but he choked halfway through, setting off a chain of smaller gasps. Yugi hugged him, as much to calm Yami as to calm himself. “It’ll be okay,” he murmured, squeezing his hand. Yami caught his breath, nodded and walked out of the kitchen.
“Hello offi-” He went silent as the officer nearest to him, one hand on his gun, pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Within seconds he passed Yami on his left, grabbed his arm, forced it behind him into the first cuff, and cinched the second cuff around his other wrist.
“Hey, what are you-?” Yami demanded, struggling, panic flashing across his face.
“Yami Atemu, you are under arrest on suspicion of murder,” said the plainclothes officer. “You will be informed of the full charges and your rights once you are detained.”
“What?” Yami asked, his mouth going dry.
“Kazuki, what’s going on- why are the police here?” Yugi’s mother asked, interrupting herself as she walked into the room and took in the scene.
“Yami is…being arrested,” he replied, looking dazed.
“No!” Yugi burst in from the kitchen. “This is a mistake, Yami didn’t do anything-”
“Would everyone please remain calm?” The man in plainclothes interrupted. “To begin with, we will need to interview each of you, so if you have plans, change them. Seidai, I’ll take Atemu, you question these people.”
“Yes sir.”
“Let’s go,” Ito said, taking Yami by the arm. Yami stopped struggling and let himself be pulled along without complaint. The only time he lifted his head was to look back at Yugi, his eyes wide and terrified. His lips moved, silently forming words: Help me.
Yugi had to look away, unable to handle seeing his pleading expression. He couldn’t do anything. The situation had spiraled out of his hands long ago. He heard the officer who had been referred to as Seidai ask his father, “How long has Atemu-san been living in your home?”
By the time Yugi looked back up, Yami was gone.
X - X - X
Notes: This chapter is ridiculously short, but it wasn’t the sort of thing that could be merged into another chapter. *cackles gleefully* Cliffhangers are fun!
Happy Mother's Day! Make sure to give your mom props, you never know when you might need an alibi for something.