Hey peoples!!! I'm writing my first … erm… twoshot in here… hope you like it. First go, so be easy on me. Includes a certain bishie plus an OC, so if you don't like it, don't read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, and only own the OC and the plot line.

Lost And Found: Lost

Ever since he left, everything seemed to lose its colour and life.

Every day, I'd look at the mirror to take a look at myself. That same old black hair, blues eyes, and an unsmiling face. A face that always screamed my name: Vivian Jaidi. And sometimes, I'd imagine him standing behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, whispering my name. Yes, that was how much I loved him.

I first met him in Battle City when I was hanging out with Yugi and the others. He was just there, bandaging poor Ryou, who had a massive whopping bleeding wound. I didn't really see him properly, but when he looked up, boy, that literally took my breath away. I think I probably fainted. Wait, I think I did… Anyway, that's beside the point. What mattered was, when I opened my eyes again, I saw him smiling rather teasingly at me. He was so close. Too bad the Rare Hunters had to attack us. What he did next was rather unexpected. He got me AFAP (as far as possible) and went back. When I got to the scene again, he was on the ground and Joey was unconscious. Must have been pretty bad.

Later on, he called me. Don't ask how he got my number. Most likely from one of my friends – I know a few who has a crush on him. Excluding me. I would not, and could not have given him my phone number. Hey, he never asked me for it! Anyway, he called me and asked me out. Which I did. Lord, it was heaven. We talked for the entire night through, and I ended up getting really close to him. No kissing though. That was disappointing. He was soo appealing. He walked me home. And when I got into my house, I took a cold bucket of water and dumped it over my head. I was wearing a white shirt. Too bad he wasn't there.

We went out for quite some time, with him juggling his duelist identity and dating me at the same time. No matter what happened, he'd always have time for me. I lived in a house, I sometimes, when I went home, he'd be there waiting for me, and then he'd disappear again. I always loved him. Then one day, he had to leave.

"I'll be back," he said as he boarded the ship back to his home. We embraced, and I savoured his soft, sweet desert scent. The scent that set my heart singing every time I nuzzled him. He always said I smelt like vanilla with a hint of maple mixed in it. This would be followed by nuzzling and giggling from me later on. That time we embraced, I didn't want to let go. I acted like a lovesick puppy, clinging onto him. Joey never let me live it down, damn him. Not that I cared much. When you're in love, nothing matters. In the end, I had to be prised off him. I was close to tears, but he kissed my forehead. Then, he left.

I dreamt of him when I slept. I could hear his voice whispering my name. Yes, I was that obsessed with him. When I woke up, I would berate myself. He won't remember me. Me, Vivian, plain little Vivian. He's probably gotten another exotic Egyptian hottie. I haven't heard from him, nor had he called me. And he my phone. Every now and then, I'd cry myself to sleep. Remembering, knowing that I was rejected. I was so convinced. A few weeks later, my father told me we were moving out of Domino, and asked me whether I wanted to stay or not. If I did, the apartment was mine. If I didn't, I'd go with them. My mind wanted me to leave Domino, to leave behind everything I had done. My past, my friends, my school. My heart didn't. In the end, I didn't leave. I stayed behind in my simple, single-layer house. Dad had refurnished it. From that point onwards, I was on my own. Sure, Yugi and the gang still hung out with me, but it still didn't feel right. He wasn't here.

Then one day, my phone rang. I've been answering phone calls since day one, but this call was different. It was from him. He called to say he was moving to Domino and wanted to know if I had an extra room and if I could move in and live with me. Why? Half wanting, half scared, I agreed. And that was that. No other words were exchanged. None of that affectionate greetings and goodbyes. I was convinced he had another girl now. I tried talking to Serenity, and she tried her best to comfort me. I wouldn't listen, and that night cried even harder, and bit myself until I bled. I went to school the next with bandages all around my left arm. The gang asked me what was wrong. I said I had hurt my arm. They didn't believe me, but they didn't ask any further. I was grateful for that. I didn't want them to find out about what I had done.

On the appointed day, I went to the airport to pick him up with a heavy heart. I waited to see him to come through the gate with another girl in tow. But when his plane landed, he was nowhere in sight. In the end, I waited until midnight, and I clung onto the vain hope that he had missed his plane, and was coming now. He never came. I was convinced that his love had told him to stay. My tears were prickling my eyes now, and I tried to walk away. I couldn't cry in the public. I wasn't a 6 year old anyway. My mind was blank, unable to comprehend reality. Maybe I had deserved it. I was a plain girl, and didn't deserve such an exotic angel anyway. Before I left, I looked in the window. I could not see my reflection. I could see only him and his new love, happy together. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the entire image, but I failed.

That was it. I checked the clock. It was one in the morning now. No way he was going to be here. I turned on my mobile, which had been off for a few days. There were a few new messages, mostly from my friends. But there was one message which caught my attention. It was from him. I looked. It was sent about two days ago. It read:

"Change of plan. Won't be back yet. MI."

With that, my heart shattered. I ran out of the airport, hailed a cab and went home. Why isn't he here? Am I really that repulsive? That worthless to the point that I could be deceived so easily? Why isn't he here? These thoughts were all swirling in my mind. When I got back home, I took the only photograph of him. It was on our second date, when we went to the mall and took a picture together. Him and I, happy together. I tore it up, and set it on fire in the fireplace in my home. Through my tears, I watched the photgraph burn. I represented my dream being destroyed. I knew I had lost him.

Forever.

At least, that was what I had thought.

First chapter! Yay! There's the next chapter in the same row, as this is supposed to be linked together. Sorry about the angstiness in this chapter. It was literally bursting with it! I promise the next chapter will be a lot happier. At least, that's what I think.