A Means of Communication

Chapter 4: Cellular Phones

Yugi hummed, smiling as he exited the school building on his way home. It was exactly one month until the Descendants of Ra concert and he just couldn't wait.
'I wonder if Yami is going to see them too,' Yugi thought as he walked through the archway out of school. 'Although he might have to leave again for another country before the concert... I should ask him tonight...'

He was looking forward to another long conversation on the phone with his friend. His grandfather had questioned him about who had been talking to on the phone for 7 hours straight every night. Yugi had told him it was a friend from school and they were helping each other with homework. That would at least keep his mother away, for a while.

Yugi noticed recently that he had been thinking about Yami a lot. Sometimes he'd find himself in the middle of class thinking about what he might look like or where he was or what he was doing at that moment.

In fact, Yugi was so preoccupied by his thoughts of Yami that he failed to notice that he had walked right up to a group of upperclassmen until he was barely a foot from them.

"Well, look here, its little Yugi-chan," a rough voice sneered. Yugi looked up in surprise to see three upper classmen surrounding him, cutting off his escape.

"H-hello..." Yugi gulped trying to keep his voice pleasant. "How are... you all?" He really didn't like these guys. They always jeered at him, Jounouchi and Honda in the hallways. Their main guy, Ushio, had something against gays.

"You going home, fag?" the one behind him hissed.

"I-I was planning on it," Yugi gulped and made a motion to walk pass them.

"Without saying goodbye to us?" another one of them cooed. The others guffawed cruelly.

"Don't have you little clique to protect you now," Ushio snarled, small eyes narrowing, towering over Yugi's small form. "I'm surprised. I thought you all were inseparable. Bet you all fuck each other at night, don't you fag? Have a little party at night, huh?" Yugi's face turned red. He was now wishing he had taken up Jounouchi's invitation to go the arcade.

"L-let me pass," Yugi stammered trying to say calm but his hands trembling madly at his sides.

"But we wanted to play and we know how much you like playing with boys." There was a hand on his arm. Yugi shoved it away and tried to run for it. Ushio grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back. The other two had closed in as well.

"Le-leave me alone..." Yugi protested, terrified.

"Bet you like this, don't you?" Ushio hissed in Yugi's ear. "Always dreamed of being surround by guys, haven't you?" There was a hand on his chest, on his face, on his leg.

Yugi's brain was burning; his senses had gotten all fuzzy. Panicking, Yugi screamed as loud and as shrilly as he could, thrashing his arms around his head. Two of the guys let go, a little startled but Ushio held on; his arm clamped around Yugi's thin shoulders. Yugi bit the thug's arm and Ushio cursed and his grip loosened. Yugi slipped out of his hold but Ushio grabbed the back of his jacket uniform. Yugi tore it off his shoulders and ran, brain screaming in panic.

People jumped awkwardly out of his way and stared at him strangely as he ran as fast as his short legs could carry him. He reached the bus stop but waiting for a bus would take too long. He didn't have time to wait for it; they'd catch up to him. They'd find him for sure if he stopped. Yugi kept running. He ran and ran and only when his sides were burning and it hurt to breathe did he finally collapse. His breathing was coming out in strained gasps. He lay on the ground in exhaustion, head and heart pounding so much they were blurring his vision.

(4.12)
Bakura was walking down the hall when he heard a phone ringing in Atemu's room. Bakura pause and took a couple steps backwards and saw Atemu's cell ringing. Who would be calling Atemu? Who would Atemu have to call anyway? Curiosity getting the better of him, Bakura marched into Atemu's room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" he answered harshly.