"Once upon a midnight dreary while I ponder weak and weary,

over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

'Tis some visitor' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door-

only this and nothing more.'

The moon hung high in the sky, giving slight illumination to the sleeping city below. Not a sound was heard; the world seemed to have paused to take in the simple beauty. The still was broken, however, by a person clashing through the streets: a boy with unique tri-colored hair that stuck out in several different directions. His purple eyes glistened with tears as he ran through along the alleys. He slowed to a stop in one of the darkened passages and bent over, attempting to catch his breath. When he was calmer, he reached into the chest pocket of his blue jacket apprehensively, and grasped the small switchblade within. Flipping it, his tears fell with higher intensity, and started whispering to himself,

"I can't deal with being without you... I'll join you in the afterlife soon..."

His hands trembling with emotion, he descended the knife towards his exposed wrist, and proceeded to make striated slashes on it. He hacked mercilessly, making every intention to rip his veins and arteries asunder: to kill.

As thick life-blood poured slowly from his flesh, he raised his face into the gray clouds, and cried out,

"I-I still love you, Atemu! We will meet again soon!"

'My Pharaoh'

The spirit stirred, but remained unwilling to awaken from his eternal sleep.

'My Pharaoh, awaken.'

Keeping his eyes closed, the spirit responded:

"What is it, voice?"

'There is something you still must do. I will send you there, but you will not exist as a spirit. You will be granted a physical body to live as a mortal freely. Will you accept?'

The spirit pondered. He was only just released to spend eternity in the afterlife. Was he prepared to return to the world of the living? He decided quickly. He had many reasons to return to where he came from.

Now, fully awake, the spirit stood up; revealing a strong stature and an aura of confidence. Opening his eyes to show deep crimson irises, they pierced through the surrounding darkness.

"I accept."

'Be wary, Pharaoh Atemu...'

He was engulfed by a strong burst of light, and vanished.

As the light faded, Atemu found himself standing in the cool tenebrosity of the night. Light raindrops fell on his face as he gazed into the heavens. Examining his surroundings briefly, he realized they were very familiar to him! This city was the place that he spent most of his time with his friends: Domino City; and somewhere within the midnight streets his dear Aibou was eagerly awaiting his return. The one he loved wholeheartedly: Yugi Motou. Even though he appeared as a child, his heart was mature while still being pure and loving.

Atemu did not know how long had passed since the Ceremonial Duel that granted him passage to the afterlife, but judging only on the general outlook of the city in comparison to his memories, it must have been at least two or three years.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of hushed whimpering, accompanied by the coppery scent of fresh blood. Atemu's eyes widened in realization: this was Yugi's scent, without a doubt.

'What's happened to him? What's going on?' he thought, panicking.

Atemu dashed through the blackened alleyways, rain falling ever harder on his tanned skin. Relying only on his senses to find him was difficult enough, but since they no longer shared a mind-link, it made the already near-impossible task even more so. However, before too long had passed, Atemu came across a small heap lying in a corner of a dumpster: a scrawny, crumpled boy with spiky hair covered in blood. Tears began to amass in the former Pharaoh's eyes as he fell to the ground in front of him.

"Yugi? Yugi, wake up! It's me, I've come back! Just please: open your eyes!" Atemu nearly screamed at the lump at the point of desperation.

There was no response to his terror.

He tried to feel for a pulse in his neck. After much searching, he managed to find a weak beat. Yugi was hardly breathing either; only taking in shallow breaths. Carefully lifting the small body off the ground, Atemu carried Yugi on his back, and ran full-speed out of the alley to make his was to Domino General Hospital.

'Don't die, Yugi! If you do, I'll never be able to forgive myself for letting you die...'

"I'm coming for you..."

'Open your eyes! I'm right here, beside you!'

"...mou hitori no boku..."

'Aibou!'

Riv: I do not own "The Raven" in any way, shape, or form, and I do not claim to own it either. It was written by the poetic genius, Edgar Allen Poe.

Yugi: I actually have more than one emotion in this scenario! Hurray! Happiness is for losers xD

Tea: NOES! MY YUGI-MUFFIN HAS GONE EMO!

Yugi: Oh no! It's Tea everyone! RUN AWAY!

Riv: Ahahaha! Review if you liked it, and review if you didn't! I love reviews, and all of you! Lawl cookies and hugs for everyone!