Another part I had lying around on my hard drive. I originally had hoped to have had the origin of Yami's name written before this one, but it is escaping me. To those of you who have yet to see this chapter, I hope you enjoy! And to those of you who follow my other stories, I hope to have a surprise to one of my other stories for you. :)

Got'cha

Part 5

It was terrifying, and Yugi had utterly no idea what to do.

Scrambling over an upturned log, he fled from the screaming monstrosity behind him. He gasped for breath, straining to support his terrified body. His fear overrode the sting he should be feeling from his new wounds.

Help! Someone, help me! The need for air took away his voice. The small stream of logic that failed to disappear said that no one would be able to hear him anyway.

A sickening crack echoed in the air as the monster barreled into a tree. There was a terrible whoosh as the branches came hurtling from he air and the tree began to fall. He turned to look, and was terrified to see the top of the tree bearing down upon him.

There was no time to get out of the way. There was no time to pray for help. There was no time to wish for anything. There was only time to scream.

The next thing he knew was pain. It hurt to breathe, almost to the point where he couldn't. Smaller branches and twigs cascaded upon him as the tree settled on the ground. He struggled to move; he struggled to open his eyes. There was a greater danger here than death by tree. It hurt to open his eyes amongst the falling debris, but the ominous crunch of logs under a heavy weight urged him on.

"Come on…" he groaned, pressing against the large tree branch that pressed against his torso. It was just a few inches from crushing him against the ground, and the bark dug into his skin. It was close to the base trunk, and he soon came to the realization that there was no way he was going to be able to move it; one arm was pressed against his side, and his other was caught between the tree and his body. He couldn't see his legs, but he could feel a weight against his right shin.

Cruuunch.

The branch lurched and pressed against his chest. He wheezed, panic rising. The demon, the monster was getting closer! He cast wide, frantic eyes towards the sounds. The hulking skull of the monster was snuffling among the branches, its beady eyes scanning for its prey. His heart stopped in his chest as the monster neared, and his free hand clawed at the branch until his fingers bled.

"Get away!" he screeched. The monster starred right at him, focusing on his struggling form. There was a pleased grunt from the monster as it approached him, its jagged maw opening to consume both him and the branch pinning him down.

He screamed. His death was reaching for him, and there was nothing he could do about it. Why? Why now, after all this time? He had survived the demon, he had persevered, and now he was going to die?

An ear-splitting whistle split the air, and a bolt of silver shot from the sky. It collided with the monster's arched back, causing shock waves of smoke. The monster buckled underneath the impact, and it roared out in pain.

What…?

The demon, his demon, was holding on tightly to the monster's back. The jewels on his body glowed a harsh and bloodthirsty red and his eyes were even brighter. His demon screeched defiance, and he clawed at the monster's eyes and face.

The monster bucked and squealed, its giant feet snapping logs and branches in its panic. Blood dribbled down its face, and its legs buckled beneath it. Rings of red danced around his demon, a devil's halo, as he tore apart the monster. Yugi was simultaneously horrified and mystified as the demon who had slept with him, fed him, held him, and wrestled with him for the past few weeks used those same hands to dig deep trenches through the monster's thick hide. It was terrifying.

The entire attack ended abruptly, with the monster backing off into the tree line and his demon bellowing defiance. Yugi wheezed as the adrenaline rushed out of him, leaving his limbs shaky and unresponsive. He let his head fall to the ground beneath him, and tried to focus on controlling his breathing. He had trouble thinking about anything else through the realization that he hadn't died.

Unfortunately, he didn't have enough time to even do that.

In a sudden gush of air, his demon landed on the log on top of him. "Ack!" he gasped as it pressed against his sore ribs. He squinted, trying to look at his demon through the sudden lack of air, and his heart dropped out of his chest. His demon looked pissed.

Fangs were barred at him in a snarl, and his eyes were savage. His demon was glaring at him much in the same way he had glared at the monster. Yugi became scared again. Metallic wings were spread predatorily above him, and the red orbs glistened like pools of blood. His clawed hands were tense, the skin pulled tautly over the knuckles, as was the rest of his body.

He let out a screech, and jumped down from the log. Yugi's gasp for air was cut short as his demon pulled harshly at his torso, painfully dragging him out from under the log. New wounds were added to the other ones as the rough bark bit into his stomach and legs, and as his demon dug his claws into his arms.

"A-ah!" he screamed as his demon slammed him against the ground. "S-stop!' he chocked out. He was rammed into the ground again, and his already beaten body felt like it was going to break.

"Biaw!" his demon shouted, pressing him to the ground and pinning him there. "Biaw, biaw, biaw!" Yugi was shook with each word, and his vision became blurry with the movement. His heart became heavy with realization that his demon had not changed; the raw possessiveness in his voice had scattered any thought that Yugi might have made some kind difference on the demon's attitude. Tears gathered at the corner of his eyes. No, he was...he wasn't going to cry. There would be no point, and it certainly wouldn't change anything.

"Biaw, bi-aw." There was a small hiccup in that last word, and Yugi dared to open his eyes. His breath caught in his throat at what he saw. His barely controlled fear and the shock at almost dying rose up within him and overcame his emotional control. He lunged for his demon, wrapping his arms around his demon's chest. He buried his face in the demon's chest, and let his tears finally roll. His demon's arms similarly came to hold him, and the demon's own tears dropped onto his forehead.

"Biaw," his demon whispered. Yugi was pulled into the demon's lap and cradled there. He was unable to stop his crying, even after the demon had ceased his. He was picked up, and a sense of vertigo followed as his demon took flight. Yugi closed his eyes, finding no point in using the effort needed to keep them open. He knew where they would go.

The flight to the cliff-cave was nothing spectacular. Yugi, ashamed as he was to admit it, was still caught up in his emotions. He had fallen into a dull silence by the time his demon had alighted on the cave lip, and he couldn't find it in him to protest when his demon carried him over to the bed of furs. He whimpered as he was set down, and he cursed himself for his behavior. Coward, he sneered; pathetic, he snapped. Why couldn't he be strong? Other men would have been perfectly fine; they would not have broke down and cried in the arms of anyone, let alone a demon.

Yugi curled in on himself, wondering if it might have been better if he had died. Other men would have, and they would have gone with honor. But him, he had disgraced himself several times now. What would his grandpa think?

Grandpa…what do I do?

His demon had stepped away from him for a moment, rummaging around the storage area of his cave. He came back with something that sloshed around, Yugi didn't care to turn and look, and settled on the ground beside him. Yami chirped at him, and nudged his shoulder.

Go away…Yugi thought as he violently jerked his shoulder away from his demon. He didn't want anything to do with his demon right now. He didn't want anything to do with anyone right now. His weakness, his shame was too much, and all he wanted to do was waste away like the good little failure he was.

Yami squawked indignantly behind him. Yugi should have known better, honestly, his demon was just as stubborn as he was. The only difference was that Yami had no tact. His shoulder was grabbed roughly, and he was jerked to face his demon. Yugi reacted violently, and swung and arm out to hit Yami.

"Leave me alone!" he yelled as his arm was caught. His demon snarled at him in defiance. "Go away!" Yugi pushed against him, grabbing Yami's arm in turn, and trying to bodily make him go. They fought for several minutes, bodies rolling across the cave floor as they each tried to get the upper hand.

Finally, Yugi managed to get on top. He kept his legs to both sides of Yami's thighs and pinned his demon's arms beside his head. Yami struggled against him, but Yugi's advantageous position won out. He glowered at Yugi.

"Why?" Yugi huffed. "Why, why, why, why, why?" Tears rolled down his face as his emotions caught back up with him. His eyes were barely open, but it was enough to see the reopened wounds on his demons body. He was in horrible shape, probably worse than Yugi. "W-why?" his voice cracked, and his body lost its tense position. Why had the demon saved him? Why had the demon gone through so much trouble and pain to save him? The only purpose Yugi had served was to be a bedmate, and there was no way in hell that he was a good enough lay for his demon to put his own life on the line to save him. So why?

Yugi did not resist as his demon raised his arms. Calloused hands cupped his face, uncaring as tears pooled against his palms. Yami cooed at him, and gently pushed Yugi off of his stomach. Yugi wrapped his arms around Yami as his demon pulled him back to the pile of furs. He couldn't stop crying, and for once in his life he didn't feel the need to. His demon was there, lying next to him and holding him tightly. Comfort he had only felt from his grandpa when he was just a toddler revisited him like ghost from the past.

"Y-Yami…" he whispered, his voice thick with tears. His demon cooed and murmured soft things in his demonic tongue.