Yugi let out a pained groan as he came around. His brain felt like it was throbbing, the headache that pulsed at the back of his head matched rhythm with the pounding of his pulse in his ears.
His shoulders ached too. Where his arms had been bound into position for so long, his limbs was sore and stiff and when he tried to move he just caused himself more pain, making him stop quickly.
At least, he sluggishly thought as he tried to comprehend his current situation, he wasn’t moving anymore. Waking up to constant movement and the sounds of the ocean had made his already nauseous body worse. He was just, on some level he couldn’t quite comprehend at the moment, glad he hadn’t thrown up.
He could hear voices, though he had no idea how close they were. It sounded like one of the men from the shop was sneering something, not that Yugi could follow it properly over the noise in his head. If anything the added sound only made his headache worse. The voice picked up in volume, causing Yugi to groan again and try to curl up in a ball, as if he could shield his head from more pain by protecting himself with his still bound legs.
He had no idea how long it had been since he had been snatched from the shop. He knew it had been a long time but blindfolded as he was, he couldn’t see his surroundings so he had no idea if it was day or night. Not only that but he hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since his kidnapping and his throat was so dry he could barely whisper, yet alone shout and scream. To top it all off, hunger was causing his stomach to cramp horribly, leaving him miserable and unable to rest.
“Is it alive?” The whimper that escaped Yugi as sound of a door squeaking open and the words, spoken by someone in that direction, pierced the fog in his brain, only to cause the pain to spike again, answered the question nicely. “Good. Yugi’s taken the bait, he’s on his way.”
Both relief and panic coursed through Yugi at the same time. If ‘Yugi’ was on the way, then that meant Yami was coming to get him. However if Yami was coming to get him that meant he was willingly walking right into whatever trap they had set for him.
Despite the pain still pulsing in his head, his mind started trying to work on something, anything that he could do to change the situation. He couldn’t let them harm Yami. The whole point of not telling them which Mutou he was was so that Yami would be safe. He should have known that Yami wouldn’t let him go easily. If he owned up now, however, it was possible that they would leave Yami alone.
“I...I’m Yu...Yugi...” Yugi croaked out, or tried to. His voice cracked horribly as he spoke, the lack of water combining with the fact he had shouted and screamed himself hoarse within the first few hours of his kidnapping.
“You’re Yugi?” The man asked with a laugh. “You’re the powerful King of Games? The one who can supposedly drive people insane with a thought?”
No. Yugi had to admit, that was the Other Yugi. The Yugi who was on this way to try and rescue him. The one who had defeated Marik and Pegasus and driven Voldemort away. He was nothing in comparison to Yami, he never had been. He was the Yugi who collapsed when having to fight in the Shadows. The Yugi who couldn’t defend himself. The Yugi whose friends had to risk their lives to save every time he got in over his head.
They had wanted to kidnap Yugi’s shadow, but the honest fact of the matter was that nowadays Yugi was his own shadow. Yami was the one everyone looked forward to seeing, the one that the bad guys wanted to fight, not him.
“Didn’t think so.” The man sniggered, sounding amused as Yugi went limp, still conscious but broken slightly by the realisation that he wasn’t the Yugi Mutou they were after and he probably never would be, “Nice try though.”
Yugi didn’t respond, just curling up on himself instead, not even bothering to wince as the door squealed as it closed and slammed shut.
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