As soon and Atem and Yugi got inside, they were attacked by many people at once.
Screams of "Atem!" and "Yugi!" echoed around, and Yugi was surrounded by many faces.

"God, Yugi! You scared us!"

"Why did you do that?"

"Are you hurt?"

"You're wing looks mutilated!"

"Are ya stupid, man?" Jou yelled, looking like an angry mother hen.

"Jou?" Yugi gaped at him, getting distracted only a second when Atem placed him down on the couch. "What are you doing here?"

"Worryin' myself sick about you, of course!" Jou said back. "And stop tryin' to hide your wings, I know all about them. We all do. Kaiba, Bakura, and Marik had ta tell us."

"Oh, Jou, I'm s—"

"And don' start apologizing!" Jou shook his head. "You have nothin' to apologize for. I understand. It's not like it's something you could just bring up over coffee."

"Yugi…he twisted your wing pretty badly." Kaiba said, examining it carefully. Yugi took this chance to look around. Everybody was there – Jou, Kaiba, you, Bakura, Marik, and Malik. His friends.

"Yeah…" Yugi noticed his cheek was pretty itchy from the dried blood. "How bad do I look?"

"Pretty bad." Kaiba frowned. "With injuries you have, it'll take weeks to heal all the way, unless you can heal quickly like a full angel can. It'll take a long time just for your wing."

"So…I'm basically on bed rest for, like, a month?" Yugi guessed.

"Or more."

"Great. So what's first?" Yugi asked.

"Well, we should start with the easier cuts," Ryou thought for a moment. "Then we'll work on the…wing." He stared Yugi right in the eyes. "I won't lie to you, Yugi. Bandaging your wing will probably be very painful, from what Kaiba's told us."

"Pain?" Yugi closed his eyes and let out a bitter laugh. "That's nothing new. I can deal with pain. Just do what you need to do."

Yugi blinked, and tried to sit up, only to wince and relax back onto the soft matress. He could only remember a sharp pain running from his wing to his entire body, then nothing. He looked around the room, ignoring the uncomfortable bandages covering his person. He sighed. "At least blinking doesn't hurt…" He muttered, but quickly shut up when Atem walked into the room.

"Hey. You're awake." Atem smiled. "How are you feeling?"

Yugi shrugged, and grabbed his shoulder as his muscles protested the movement.
"Is that a rhetorical question or what?"

Atem nodded, understanding, as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Your mom called. She's coming to visit in a couple hours."

"Great." Yugi smiled. "I can't wait."

They were silent for a long moment. The space between them was tangible, but neither moved toward the other. It was awkward.
"Um…so. What do we do now?" Yugi bit his lip. "I mean…because it's over. I don't have to live in fear anymore, and it still seems unreal. The soreness I have now just reminds me that it is. Real, I mean." Atem gripped his hands in his lap, and Yugi quickly said, "But the pain isn't so bad. I've been through worse."

"I know you have." Atem sounded angry. Yugi carefully pulled himself up into a sitting position.

"What's wrong?"

"I still can't believe he could do this to you." Atem shook his head, disgusted. "Parents are supposed to love you. To hold you. Protect you."

"But I don't need him for that."

"I know," Atem relaxed a little. "Michelle is a great mother."

"I wasn't talking about mom," Yugi said. Atem looked at him, bewildered.

"Then who—?"

"You." Yugi reached over and took Atem's hand, threading their fingers together. Atem looked from their hands to Yugi. "I don't think you fully realize how much you've saved me." He brought his other hand up and placed it on Atem's cheek. "I love you."

Atem took Yugi's face in his hands and leaned closer. "I love you, too." Then he closed the gap completely, and their mouths met. They kissed slowly, passionately. Like a kiss should be. They didn't have anything to hinder them anymore. Yugi had found everything he'd ever wanted in Atem's arms. Love and acceptance.

And that was greater than any pain he ever had to suffer.

A heart beats unsteaditly, slowly. Not able to work completely because of the pain, pain, pain filling, filling everything, everywhere. Blood was pouring from every cut. Every scrape. Every pore. But even with this angony, this torture, somehow the mind got clearer.

"You cannot die here." A cold voice rings out. "I have plans for you."

Who's there? But the mouth can't move. Can't form the words. There's a bright light, then nothing again. Eyes search the darkness, expecting to see something, because something is there. There has to be. Because legs are moving, arms are working, heart is faster. Healed, healed, fixed. How?

Thoughts dark and angry explode all around. Hate, hate, hate, kill.


You just finished reading the re-edited version of Light's Dark Angel. I like to think that it is a major improvement to how bad it used to be. Please make sure you read the sequel Dark's Light Angel! And thank you for reading/reviewing this!