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Puzzleshipping Fluff 5/7

Yandere Yami (this technically isn't fluff, also trigger warning!)

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The night air was cold - frost pricking the town. All was silent, and not a sound could be heard from even open windows. It was the perfect night to kill.

Yami, a young, star-fish haired teen, had stepped from his house to do just that. He held a small pocket knife, perfectly cleaned and polished, ready for the first drop of blood.

He let a small smirk plant itself on his lips. Oh, how he wanted to laugh evilly and signal to the world that he was about to hunt - but he wouldn't. It would spoil the element of surprise, in which the teen knew like the back of his hand.

Taking a confident step onto black ice, Yami set off for a house he knew too well. His rival, Seto Kaiba, was his mission for tonight.

Yami didn't hold a grudge against Kaiba, in fact, his grudge towards his rival was very minimal. There was only one thing that made Yami have his killing impulse tonight, and it had torn Yami apart...until now.

The ice and frost crunched against Yami's leather boots as his brisk pace crushed all in his way. He silently chuckled, gripping the pocket knife loosely but being all too careful. It would be tragic if he lost his pocket knife - he would be jailed for murder instantly the next week!

His crunch stopped at a large mansion. A large black gate was shut tight, locked with high-security, not letting anybody in. Yami scoffed at the foolish thing - it wouldn't stop him in a million years.

Yami flicked the knife down, cunningly climbing a tree that's branches lead straight into enemy territory. He jumped down softly once beyond the gate. He had been here many times, so he knew what bedroom window to be aiming for.

Ever so quietly, he ran to the building. Yami didn't feel the chilly night air; his blood was boiling and he was excited. He loved this part. It was the next best thing...apart from the finale, of course.

Yami carefully gripped the wall, beginning to climb up the rough edges. His hands scavenged for a small dent before he quickly moved on. Yami wasn't bothered by the fact that Kaiba's room was very nearly on the top floor, he liked it that way.

Once he found the window, he took out a paperclip and started to very slowly find a way to unlock it.

Click!

Yami grinned, putting the pin away and opening the window, slowly climbing in. He saw the plain decor and held back a laugh - Kaiba was really out of fashion.

He lightly tip-toed to the CEO's bed. Yami smiled when he saw that his rival was sleeping soundly. Yami intended on keeping him as peaceful as that, forever.

With a tiny flick of his pocket knife, Yami raised his arm in the air and slammed down harshly.

Kaiba's eyes shot open, and he screamed in pain. Blood splattered everywhere. Yami laughed and stabbed Kaiba over and over, until he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He let out a 'tsk' of annoyance, flipping his pocket knife down and leaving Kaiba to writhe on the bed. Yami then ran out of the room, and jumped through the window.

Yami didn't even experience any sort of pain as he grabbed onto a tree branch, swinging like a gymnast and landing safely on the other side of the gate. The ice crunched underneath his feet.

He let out a small sigh of relief, and as if nothing ever happened, he casually walked home. Yami wiped his face with his sleeve, cleaning himself of any blood that spilled on his skin. He didn't want any question asked when he got home.

Yami passed the streetlight on the way, and his insane figure was revealed; a wicked grin, a bloody jacket and a murderous intent - Yami was every description of evil. And yet, the teen wasn't aware he had done anything wrong.

When Yami was home, he quietly slipped in through the door, shutting and locking it behind him. He shrugged off his jacket and with it, and his pocket knife in hand, he went to the kitchen.

He silently cleaned the blood off of the jacket first, before hastily cleaning the pocket knife of any evidence that he was actually there, stabbing Seto Kaiba. Yugi would be pleased, though. He just knew it.

Once done, Yami hung the jacket up on the door and put the pocket knife in the freezer, flipped up. Any missed liquids that he didn't wipe off would freeze and he could take the frozen bits off later, and give the knife a good polish too.

He finished in the kitchen, turning off the light and slowly walking into the bedroom where his Aibou lay in bed. Yami smiled at his sleeping figure. He was so content and happy, so innocent...

He quickly changed into pyjamas, silently shuffling his way into bed with Yugi. Yami tangled his hands into Yugi's similar star-fish hair, gently stroking it to keep him asleep. Yami gave a caring smile as he watched Yugi sleep silently.

"I killed him for you..." Yami whispered, "Don't worry, my Yugi...he won't bother us anymore...I love you~"