My Little Yami

By: Hitokiri Musei

Rated: T

Summary: Sequel to 'My Little Aibou.' Yami and Yugi have settled into their new lifestyle as father and son, but their enemy comes back, and this time presents Yugi with a challenge that may be impossible…

If you have not read My Little Aibou this will be tough to understand, so please read it!

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Chapter 1

"Daddy… Daddy… Daddy! Daddy!"

Yami opened his eyes reluctantly, turning his head to see his two and a half years old son/hikari, violet eyes a little worried. "Yes, Yugi?"

"You okay, Daddy? You sleeping lots." Yugi asked with a tilt of his tiny head, his limited vocabulary keeping him to small sentences.

Yami yawned, stretching and then falling limp on the couch. "I'm fine, sweetheart. Just tired. It's part of getting old."

Yugi scoffed. "You not old."

Yami chuckled. "I'm getting there."

Yugi pushed at his father's forehead. "Only 22!"

"So?"

Yugi pouted, crossing his chubby little arms and pushing out his lower lip. "Not old."

Yami grinned, grabbing the child and tickling him. "No frowns!"

Squealing erupted from the boy, and he fought, wriggling in Yami's grasp, laughing and giggling. "DADDY!!"

Sugoroku came in at that time, smiling as he spotted the 'torture' on the couch. "Oh no, what are you doing to my grandbaby?"

"SAVE ME, PA!" Yugi screamed, still trying to escape.

Yami scooped up the wriggling child, running around the room. "You'll never take him from me!"

After a while Yami settled on the floor breathing hard, lying on his back. Yugi sprawled across the ex-Pharaoh's stomach, laying his head on Yami's chest.

Sugoroku sat on the couch with a sigh. "Oh, I'm getting too old for this…"

Yugi giggled faintly, playing with the strands of hair against Yami's throat, scooting upwards so he could have more access.

"Hey, anybody there?"

Yugi leapt up, nearly knocking the wind out of Yami as he used the ex-Pharaoh's stomach as a springboard. "Joey, Joey!"

There was a thump, and then Joey laughed loudly. "Hey, kiddo, how's it going?"

Yami snorted as he heard Yugi's response. "Daddy's bein' lazy."

Bakura's loud obnoxious voice came to Yami, and he turned his head to see the thief entering. "That Pharaoh's always been lazy!"

Yami rolled his eyes, flipping Bakura off. A second later a little body tackled him, knocking the air from his lungs. "Don't do that, Daddy! Is bad!"

Yami groaned softly, lifting Yugi off him and trying to get his breath back. Yugi was snatched from his grasp by Ryou, who could see that the ex-Pharaoh was having trouble breathing.

After a moment Yami was able to breathe normally, and he sat up, rubbing his head. Yugi was watching him guiltily, violet eyes a little worried. Ryou settled the boy on his shoulders, cooing softly to him.

Yugi looked away as his father's crimson eyes turned towards him. "Sorry, Daddy."

"It's okay, no harm done." Yami said with a smile, standing and ruffling his son's hair.

"So you guys want to go to the park or something?" Ryou asked, gripping Yugi's ankles to steady the child as he got comfortable.

Yugi nodded furiously and then contented himself playing with Ryou's snowy hair. The brown-eyed boy chuckled slightly, titling his head as Yugi tugged accidentally.

Yami nodded. "Sounds like fun, let me go get our shoes."

Yugi bounced on Ryou's shoulders, and then grabbed at Bakura's hair as he came too close. The spirit let out a yelp as Yugi managed to get a lock of white hair.

Ryou shook the child gently. "Don't do that Yugi."

Blinking, Yugi released Bakura's hair. "Sorry." Even though Yugi had the mind of a grown man, his child-like self sometimes took over and he acted like a two-year-old.

As Yami came back into the room Yugi held out his arms, making a soft cooing sound. Yami lifted his son and settled him on his hip, going to the kitchen table and setting Yugi on the chair. After helping the child put on his shoes his sat and pulled on his own.

Settling Yugi on his shoulders, Yami smiled at his friends. "Alright, let's go."

Yugi touched the doorframe as they went out, and then turned. "Bye, Pa!"

Sugoroku smiled, waving. "Bye, Yugi, have fun!"

"We'll be back by dinner, Grandpa!" Yami called, pulling the door shut behind him.

Yugi giggled happily, tangling his fingers in Yami's thick hair and bouncing in excitement. Yami chuckled, carefully holding onto Yugi's ankles to steady him.

The group talked and laughed while they walked, the sunny day raising their spirits. Bakura and Ryou walked hand in hand, a happy smile on the gentler boy's face. Joey went behind Yami, tickling Yugi at times, playing games with the child.

As they reached the park Yugi struggled to be let down, running to the sand as soon as Yami set him down. Keeping a watchful eye on Yugi, Yami sat down with his friends and enjoyed a good talk.

It had been some time since Yami had just sat with his friends and talked. The last few months had been occupied with adjusting to Yugi living in the house. The gang had visited, but with school starting, they hadn't been able to come very often.

There was a sudden scream, and Yami was up and running before the sound even faded. All the others rose to their feet, worry on all of their faces.

Yami found Yugi sitting on the sand, holidng his leg and crying. The spirit swallowed his heart, kneeling by the wailing child. "What is it, Yugi?"

Yugi moved his hands to reveal a spot of red skin, sniffling. "Slide."

Understanding dawned, and Yami smiled gently. "Slide burn, huh?" he planted a kiss on Yugi's forehead. "Do you want to go home?"

Yugi shook his head, scrubbing at his face with the back of a small hand. "No."

Yami hugged the child gently. "Alright. Go on, go play."

As Yugi trotted off Yami stood, sighing in relief. That had scared him; he had though Yugi had been harmed. He went back to his friends, sitting with them.

From the shadows, a figure slinked away, his chance lost.