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Chaos sat in his own corner of the lounge, watching the antics of the other Duel Monsters. He snorted and went back to reading his book.

Nobody ever bothered him while he was reading. Everyone thought he was reading up on some new, devastating spell.

That was never the case. Chaos never read books with devastating spells. Currently he was reading a book on how to play a saxophone. The instrument looked interesting enough, and he had the urge to learn how to play it.

A smooth voice broke Chaos' reverie.

He looked up over his book, and immediately returned his gaze to the book.

He couldn't bear to watch the young warrior's displays of affection fail once again.

It had been an ongoing cycle in the Shadow Realm. Everytime, the youngster failed. And everytime, Chaos' soul broke a bit more. He would never admit it, but he found the warrior very attractive, and enjoyed talking with him on occasion.

A sharp smack made Chaos drop the book.

He blanched at the sight. The warrior was on the ground, holding his face and holding back tears.

"B-but…D-Dark…I-I…"

"Don't you get it yet?! I don't like you like that! I love YUGI! Not you, Celtic!" Dark spat, his eyes narrowed.

Chaos growled as he watched the little one flee the room.

At the moment, he was ashamed to be a Spellcaster.

He approached the younger Spellcaster. His hand hit the other's face.

"You bastard. You don't deserve your fucking title. If I could, I would revoke your title of `Magician', you son of a bitch." Chaos' voice was cold and monotonous as he punched the other mage in the jaw, delighting in the sick `crack' of bone breaking. He turned on his heel and marched down the hall.

Looking around, Chaos searched for the elf. He ran through every hall, calling out the elf's name.

After twenty minutes of searching, Chaos slumped against the wall.

`What do I do? …I have an awful feeling about this…'

Hurried footsteps stopped in front of Chaos.

He blinked at the almost transparent girl standing in front of him.

She grabbed Chaos' hand [how exactly was a mystery], tugging him down the hall. It appeared he had been going in the wrong direction the whole time.

"We don't have…YOU!!!"

The girl froze as she saw Dark rounding the corner. Her eyes narrowed into a hateful glare.

"You will not escape unharmed, Dark Magician. A few others and I will make sure of that. Chaos-san, let's go." She resumed tugging Chaos down the hall.

She stopped in front of a door and muttered a word. The door opened and she walked inside, still tugging on Chaos' hand.

"Chaos-san…please…he's…" She screeched, clutching her upper arm. "He's started…go! STOP HIM!"

Chaos blinked as she pointed to the only door in the room.

"He-he's in there…go stop him…he's going to…" Before she could finish, her body had faded entirely.

Chaos opened the door, and gasped at the sight that he saw.

Celtic was standing in front of a broken mirror, staring at his bleeding arm and hand in fascination. Blood was trickling down, making red streaks across his arm. He absentmindedly began to lick up the blood.

Chaos silently prayed that he hadn't worked on his wrist yet, and walked over to the elf, standing next to him.

"Let me touch you, Celtic."

The elf whipped his head around, staring at Chaos. His lips were stained with red blood and Chaos found himself wondering what the blood would taste like.

Celtic spoke his voice quiet and unwavering. "Why are you here."

Chaos sighed as he noticed the unmarked skin of the elf's wrist. "I'm here…because…"

He blinked. Why was he here? Earlier in his life, he would have just let the elf go. But the blond had been so hurt by one of his so-called friends…

A small nagging voice at the back of his head spoke up.

It's because you don't want him to be alone. You want him to be happy. With you.

He shrugged off the voice and focused on the elf. "…simply because I want to be."

Celtic sighed and turned back to the mirror. "You came to laugh at me. For being so stupid."

Chaos gaped and shook his head, his hair flying back and forth. "Never! I would never laugh at you. And you weren't stupid. You were in love."

Silence.

"…why aren't I good enough? I…I try so hard…" Celtic whispered. He was biting his cheek to keep his tears from falling.

Chaos wanted nothing more than to comfort the boy, tell him that it would be okay. Against his better judgement, he wrapped his arms around the smaller monster, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Chaos tilted his head down so that he was looking into the shimmering eyes of Celtic. Tears were streaming down his face, and Chaos' heart broke at the lost hope the boy had. He had to use all of his training to keep himself from breaking down.

"Did someone put you up to this, Chaos?"

"No! I came here of my own accord, little one."

"…oh." Celtic tried to smile, but as soon as he tried to, he began to sob.

Chaos tightened his hold on the warrior, resting his head on the other's, and murmuring soothing nonsense.

After about fifteen minutes, the sobs quieted into whimpers. Chaos began stroking Celtic's hair, still murmuring.

"Ch-chaos? Is-is he h-h-happy?"

Chaos wanted to say that Dark wasn't happy, but he knew the elf would renew his courting, and get his heart broken.

"He is, Celtic. He loves Master Yugi…" Chaos sighed as the elf started bawling again.

And you love him, don't you Chaos?

The voice in his head was back, and soundly oddly female. He clutched Celtic closer.

You know I'm right. You wouldn't be here otherwise.

Chaos looked at the boy in his arms. He was still crying, but he was also cuddling into Chaos' leather-clad chest. Did he love the boy? Everything was happening so incredibly fast…

But Chaos had known the boy ever since he was brought into the Shadow Games from Brittany. And he had always liked him, thought that he had a spark. He would have been a good Spellcaster, but he was more suited to the sword.

Chaos gasped as he felt warm lips on his neck.

Celtic was suckling at his neck, his eyes bright and downcast. He removed his lips, looking up at Chaos, a blush on his face. "Please…make me forget…"

Chaos smiled sadly. The boy would regret it if he did anything. He pushed Celtic away, ignoring the stab in his heart. "No. You can not forget. I will not do anything to you tonight. If you still want this when you're recovered, then, and only then, will I do anything. Now, let's tend to your wounds."

Chaos busied himself with bandaging the wounds and avoiding Celtic's glare. After he was finished, he stood up, and left.

As he walked to his room, he felt like he was being followed.

"Chaos!"

He stopped. Yugi. Dark must have told him all about it, and now the young boy was out for-

"You! You broke his jaw! For no reason!"

Chaos spun around. Obviously not all of it. Dark had conveniently left out the part about Celtic.

"You have no idea what he did to warrant that."

"He didn't DO anything!"

"He broke Celtic's heart! He tore it out and crushed it! And SLAPPED HIM! He deserved to have his jaw broken, because the only thing Celtic EVER did to him was love him!"

Yugi stood there. Shock was evident in the way he slumped to the ground.

"I…I…" Yugi was speechless. He had never thought that his perfect mage could harm someone so brutally…he would have to talk about this unpleasant event, immediately. "I did not realize that…there was more to the story. I'll talk to him. He didn't mean to hurt him…I think he just got angry…"

"That makes up for nothing. I will not forgive him until Celtic forgives him." Chaos turned back and started off again.

"Chaos…do you love him? Is that why you got so mad?"

Chaos stopped dead. He turned his head, looking over his shoulder. "I…" He stopped speaking.

He smirked, as he finally realized it. He did love the elf. He was perfect, beautiful…nice…smart… "I do love him, Master Yugi."

Yugi smiled. Good. "Make him happy, Chaos. I know you can." With that he walked away.