Yugi
let out a pained groan as he came around. His brain felt like it was throbbing,
the headache that pulsed at the back of his head matched rhythm with the
pounding of his pulse in his ears.
His
shoulders ached too. Where his arms had been bound into position for so long,
his limbs was sore and stiff and when he tried to move he just caused himself
more pain, making him stop quickly.
At
least, he sluggishly thought as he tried to comprehend his current situation,
he wasn’t moving anymore. Waking up to constant movement and the sounds of the
ocean had made his already nauseous body worse. He was just, on some level he
couldn’t quite comprehend at the moment, glad he hadn’t thrown up.
He
could hear voices, though he had no idea how close they were. It sounded like one
of the men from the shop was sneering something, not that Yugi could follow it
properly over the noise in his head. If anything the added sound only made his
headache worse. The voice picked up in volume, causing Yugi to groan again and
try to curl up in a ball, as if he could shield his head from more pain by
protecting himself with his still bound legs.
He
had no idea how long it had been since he had been snatched from the shop. He knew
it had been a long time but blindfolded as he was, he couldn’t see his
surroundings so he had no idea if it was day or night. Not only that but he
hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since his kidnapping and his throat was so
dry he could barely whisper, yet alone shout and scream. To top it all off,
hunger was causing his stomach to cramp horribly, leaving him miserable and
unable to rest.
“Is
it alive?” The whimper that escaped Yugi as sound of a door squeaking open and the
words, spoken by someone in that direction, pierced the fog in his brain, only
to cause the pain to spike again, answered the question nicely. “Good. Yugi’s
taken the bait, he’s on his way.”
Both
relief and panic coursed through Yugi at the same time. If ‘Yugi’ was on the
way, then that meant Yami was coming to get him. However if Yami was coming to
get him that meant he was willingly walking right into whatever trap they had
set for him.
Despite
the pain still pulsing in his head, his mind started trying to work on
something, anything that he could do to change the situation. He couldn’t let
them harm Yami. The whole point of not telling them which Mutou he was was so
that Yami would be safe. He should have known that Yami wouldn’t let him go
easily. If he owned up now, however, it was possible that they would leave Yami
alone.
“I...I’m
Yu...Yugi...” Yugi croaked out, or tried to. His voice cracked horribly as he
spoke, the lack of water combining with the fact he had shouted and screamed
himself hoarse within the first few hours of his kidnapping.
“You’re
Yugi?” The man asked with a laugh. “You’re the powerful King of Games? The one
who can supposedly drive people insane with a thought?”
No.
Yugi had to admit, that was the Other Yugi. The Yugi who was on this way to try
and rescue him. The one who had defeated Marik and Pegasus and driven Voldemort
away. He was nothing in comparison to Yami, he never had been. He was the Yugi
who collapsed when having to fight in the Shadows. The Yugi who couldn’t defend
himself. The Yugi whose friends had to risk their lives to save every time he
got in over his head.
They
had wanted to kidnap Yugi’s shadow, but the honest fact of the matter was that
nowadays Yugi was his own shadow. Yami was the one everyone looked forward to
seeing, the one that the bad guys wanted to fight, not him.
“Didn’t
think so.” The man sniggered, sounding amused as Yugi went limp, still conscious
but broken slightly by the realisation that he wasn’t the Yugi Mutou they were
after and he probably never would be, “Nice try though.”
Yugi
didn’t respond, just curling up on himself instead, not even bothering to wince
as the door squealed as it closed and slammed shut.
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