Empty, Vacant, Void
Are eyes meant to be so barren?
Rain taps the window, as thunder claps in the distance. There's a cold, heavy mist in the air.
A flash of light illuminates a figure standing on the sidewalk. His head tilted slightly upward, as the rain soaks him to the bone. His brow is relaxed. A small sigh escapes his lips. He feels a connection standing there in the rain. It falls and then washes away. There is only cold. Yami shrugged and moved his golden hair sticking to his face away from his eyes.
He was hollow. However, he did not want Yugi to know about his pain. Why should his forsaken crimson eyes bring down the shining purple orbs? He had no right to intrude on Yugi's happiness.
So, he stood there in the icy rain watching the thunder roll. He signed again and made his way to the door. He did not wish to catch a cold that would worry his light.
He thanked the cover of the storm for his soft footsteps on the floor were drowned out by its noise. He walked through the crisp air of the game shop to the living quarters. He stopped softly at Yugi's door to watch him as he slept until turning further down the hall to his own room. The door knob turned and he entered the room. His feet felt heavy as he fixed his brow. His eyes were bare. He silently laid down on his bed, socking the mattress with his wet body. He laid there thinking of nothing staring at the ceiling until he unconsciously feel asleep.