(Surprise gift fic for my friend DragonLady222. It was going to be a one shot but apparently this fic had other ideas. Thus, to not spill all the beans at once I left some parts a mystery. You'll see it all come together down the road. The majority of this fic is Prideshipping. There will be little hints here and there of Puzzleshipping. If I get gutsy I may do a bit of Flareshipping. Yes, that means that the main characters are Yuugi, Yami, and Seto. Enjoy. :D Please read and review.)

Yuugi angrily, repeatedly pounded his fists against Yami's chest. His own body racked by pain, his chest involuntarily heaving from the exertion. His eyes blood shot, and his cheeks puffy and tear stained. "I gave you everything," he managed to say between gasps. He knew his dignity was gone in this childish display- after all; he was in the middle of the street. His knees buckling and his legs finally giving out made him look up at Yami, naturally he glanced over at Seto the other offending party. He tore himself away and forced himself to look at the ground. The next second he looked up, they had already turned around to walk away. The entire situation remaining wordless.

Eleven Months Later

Yuugi poked the ice cubes with his straw. He watched as he forcefully made the cubes sink and then on their own accord rise to the top. His mind kept wondering back to that day. After such a childish display, he did his best to support his darker half. However, to ease the hurt it caused he did it from a distance. Knowing the inevitable was quickly approaching he had asked Yami to meet him here.

Yami stepped into the café it was small and thus he had no trouble spotting Yuugi. Simply here upon Yuugi's request, he did not bother ordering anything; he was not hungry or thirsty. After a brief walk to the far back, right corner he scooted into the booth seat opposite of Yuugi. He felt he at least owned his light this much; he was after all supporting him even if at afar.

The sound of rustling fabric roused Yuugi from his musing. "Thank you." He looked up and gave Yami the smallest of smiles. It was extremely hard to look at him, especially in the eyes. It made his heart feel crushed all over again. He sighed softly as he pushed the water glass and empty plate off to the side.

"No problem," Yami's voice was monotone. He could not help but to notice Yuugi's disheveled state, he looked twice as bad as the day he had 'crushed his heart'. He still felt twisted up inside for his 'betrayal'. Nevertheless, as Yuugi had later put it after calming down, trust our hearts to make choices of love for us and it is never the most logical choice.

"I just wanted to say goodbye," Yuugi whispered softly. If the café has been any fuller or nosier he would have not been heard. He gripped his chest as he felt a sharp pain run through the length of him. After holding up his other hand to stop Yami from helping him, he gasped for air.

Yami gritted his teeth as he resettled himself. He did not understand Yuugi's game. To take his focus off his light he looked over at the empty plate. "Goodbye?" He asked after a couple deep breaths to calm himself down.

"I want to be at peace when I fade away." Yuugi did not know any other way to put it. He scooted himself to the end of the booth seat and stood up. It was as if the walls were closing in on him. He could not stay any longer. Tears collected in the corners of his eyes. He had not expected this to be so difficult.

"Yuugi," Yami's voice was louder than he intended. He followed suit and stood up himself. It was apparent that Yuugi was in silent agreement of not wanting to be here. What he did not understand was all the 'riddles'. "Let me walk you home," he felt compelled to offer. After all given his lights present condition he would feel twice as bad if something where to happen to Yuugi while he was not around.

Yuugi shook his head. "It's better this way," he put on the bravest face he could and smiled for his dark. "After all I gave you everything and I wouldn't want to be the one to take it away from you." The second he was outside of the café, he took off down the street. He did not care about how bad it hurt his body. He just had to get away.

Yami was the one left behind this time- to watch a retreating form.

Yami stared out the window of the limousine. Half an hour with Yuugi and he was a mindless mess. He could not go home just yet; first, they had to pick up Seto from work. He just hoped that his boyfriend would be finished and ready to go when they got there. The last thing he wanted to do was hang around waiting so that his mind could fall further into the darkness.

Shortly after the limo arrived, Seto was getting in. First thing, he noticed as Yami's darkened demeanor. "Yami," he whispered as he laid a hand on Yami's shoulder. He knew that he was meeting up with Yuugi today and from the looks of it the meeting did not go well.

Yami blinked a couple of times to find a set of brilliant blue eyes staring at him. His lover's eyes held a look of concern. He reached out and caressed his cheek. "How was your day?" He leaned forward and kissed him softly.

"Typical," Seto mumbled against Yami's lips. "How did things go with Yuugi?" That boy was a touchy subject all the way around, a bottled up brew of chaos waiting to be unleashed. They both knew that Yami's mirror was keeping something from them, something that everyone else knew.

"He told me goodbye," Yami mumbled. He really did not want to say it because that would mean admitting to hearing what his light had said to him. He fisted the material of his pants. "From what I gather he's either gravely ill or already on the threshold of death."

Seto tried to mask the look of shock but it was futile. "Then why isn't he at the hospital trying to get better?" He growled. For all the sappy bullshit that pip squeak spouted, he was not taking in an ounce of his own advice.

"Maybe he already has. Maybe he hasn't. I don't know. He really wasn't saying all that much." Yami sighed. He was still thoroughly confused about the entire mater. "But he made it clear that things are better off this way."

Seto put his hand on top of Yami's and tried to ease him, even if just a little. "Frankly I don't give a rat's ass what Yuugi wants. If he really is dying then the animosity between you two needs to be resolved. Don't tell me there isn't none. He may support you… us, but it's still there. You aren't even really friends anymore," he looked away from Yami. He knew he played a large part in all of this.

Yami just nodded his head. He really did not have anything further to say.