Kuro: Oh Ra, this is going to be crap.
Neko: S-s-s-shuddup! I'm trying! T_T
Kuro: I warn all who are going to read this; Neko-chan is a Yaoi fan-girl interested in writing polygamy. You have been warned.
Neko: There will be lemons! ^/^
Kuro: For those who don't know (and don't worry if you don't) Yaoi is boy x boy and polygamy is when said person is in a relationship with multiple people.
Neko: This is going to be Trapshipping so it's going to be Ryou Bakura x Yugi Mutou x Yami no Yugi x Yami no Bakura; so four people. :3
Kuro: Also before I forget, neither Neko-chan, nor I own any of the seasons and/or series of Yu-Gi-Oh. I also doubt anyone else writing fanfiction would either.

Yugi Mutou, Egypt, November 20th

It's hard to grieve, this I know better than anyone, but at least with their choice you know they're happy somewhere in the next dimension. It's harder to watch them wallow through life in wistful despair than to watch them choose death for their happiness.

I wave goodbye, smiling my hugest and brightest grin. I hate myself for feeling sad at his departure. I mean, I should be encouraging it; I sealed 'Monster Reborn' just to show him that he needed to stay in the afterlife.

As Yami- no Atemu, leaves this word forever I feel a single drop of liquid crystal fall down my cheek slowly. I don't wipe it away, realising with a jolt that it too, like me, is alone.

'Not that I'm alone' I remind myself, scowling. 'I still have Jounouchi, Grandpa, Anzu, Honda, Mokuba, Otogi and even Kaiba still at my side'.

Yet I can feel the emptiness of my head; the static of our broken link. I'll never hear Ya-Atemu call me 'Aibou' again or even the rare 'Mou Hitori Ore' for the rest of my life and for that I could cry but I promised myself I wouldn't, Yami would want me to be strong, so I am going to be brave, for once in my life.

I sigh as I walk away, a sign that my friends didn't miss. I see them exchange glances from the sides of my eyes. I ignore it, hoping that once day I could look at today as a good day for Yami, rather than a depressing day for me. I hold back the tears once again.

Kaiba agrees to take us back to Japan, a gesture in which I am grateful. I wish I could pay him back for all that his done for us both knowingly and unknowingly but I know that I could never do it. No matter how much I tried, for all Kaiba would want is a duel with Mou . . . Atemu.

I must start trying to call him by his actual name properly, especially when I'm slipping up in my own thoughts. If the guys and Anzu hear me call him by my old nicknames they'll burst with unnecessary worry.

The plane ride is quiet; no-one other than Mokuba is truly talking. I overhear Anzu whispering to Otogi about me so I eavesdrop. "-Think he's in shock!" She says, her voice speaking with unhidden concern and sympathy.

Otogi shakes his head slowly, "Can you blame the man? He just lost his closest and oldest friend; in both the metaphorical and literal sense".

"I don't know what to say to him, it's awful" an agonising feeling envelops me as I listen to her words.

I stop listening, unable to bear anymore. I'm not in shock. I'm accepting his death as what it is. I'm not hiding from my grief but rather facing it head on. I won't cry because he'd hate me for giving up, for not accepting his death, for allowing my emotions to destroy the confidence inside myself he worked so hard to built.

I'll see Yami someday; when I'm old and my life has faded away. No sooner because he'd want me to live my life through and tell him what old age is like.

We land and I feel my ears pop. I smile and stretch in a similar manner to a cat, happy to have sorted out my thoughts. I wonder how Ryou and even, I shudder to think, Marik is going with this transition of host to simply being one's own person.

I look out at the small crowd around us, noticing Mai and a few others awaiting our arrival. I bounce out of the small jet, ready to bounce either Mai or Shizuka in a hug when I see a blob of white hair.

I immediately look in that direction, thinking about Ryou. I know he hates his Yami but if he is feeling the hollowness that is so apparent in my head then I'd like to get through it with him. Besides Marik, he is the only person who'd truly understand what I'm going through.

My eyes meet his green ones and then I feel it some sort of shattering of a wall. I hear someone scream in pain but whether that is Ryou, I or us both, I am unsure. My head burns that a thousand forsaken flames are pressing against one mere snowflake. I fall to my knees barely noticing that Ryou's movements are almost symmetrical to mine.

Kuro: Seriously Neko-chan! It's the first chapter! Why the hell is there a cliff-hanger?
Neko: There needed to be ^^ It's crucial to start my story.
Kuro: And if the Yami's are dead then how are you going to make a Trapshipping? O.o
Neko: I know how and you just need to be patient and seeing as you read it first you should be fine! xD It's my readers you should feel sorry for, not yourself, haha.
Kuro: What readers? :p So far your story's crappy.
Neko: I'll hit you Kuro-kun! Trust me, I will. -giggles-
Kuro: Yeah, whatever, doesn't mean people will read.
Neko: Prove him wrong and review? Thank you, Thank you, and Thank you! And if you don't than thanks for reading anyway! Until my next chapter, eh?