Yami no Kokoro
By Shadow Youkai87
Disclaimer: don't own Yugi or Yami or Yu-Gi-Oh! If I did, Yami wouldn't go to the after world never to return at the end, or would I? Wait, did I say that out loud? Oh well, all you real die-hard fans knew that already.
There was silence, utter and absolute. He couldn't hear his own heart beat, there was nothing beating, just an empty hole where it had been. The silence was overwhelming, oppressive to one who had become so used to the sounds of life around him, the constant breathing and heart beat, even the occasional thought passing from his partner to him, but now that was no more.
His partner lay on the floor, dead, black blood seeping out from the youth's mouth. Yami looked on in shock, trying to understand but not coming even close. Yugi was dead, his mind gone, his bright soul snuffed out like a candle on a cold, stormy night, snuffed out by who was supposed to protect him.
He hadn't meant for it to happen, it just had. He had been taking care of some bullies; they had been causing Yugi a lot of trouble lately despite his title of king of games. He wasn't a king to those fools, he had been barely worth their time. Yami had just wanted to teach them some respect, he hadn't expected Yugi to try to defend them once they had lost the shadow game, he hadn't realized until too late that the penalty was somehow affecting him too.
By the time he had, it had been too late. The invisible punches that had attacked the bullies had pounded him to the ground, barely conscious, having too much trouble breathing. Yami had panicked, begged for Yugi to live, begged for forgiveness. With his last breath, Yugi had forgiven him.
Yami touched the youth's face. It had been only moments before that this face had been full of life, and now, it was cold with death. The colour had faded from the bright face, but the light was so bad it was hard to be sure. In the sparse light, it looked like he was sleeping, but the spirit knew better. He could already feel himself being pulled back into the puzzle, his tie to this world gone once more.
Feeling his body fade, Yami clung to the youth's body desperately one more time, knowing the next time he left the puzzle, the boy would have been dead for years, if not centuries and then the cycle would begin again. It had for the last three millennia and would for the next three millennia until he finally defeated the evil inside of him. He had prayed Yugi would not suffer as the rest of his partners had, but now he knew, now, for the first time, did he remember them, the hundreds that he had been bound to at one time or other, the hundreds he had killed.
He felt tears run down his face, understanding that this was his punishment for creating the sacred millennium items, for trying to seal the magic and do one unselfish act. He had brought this pain upon himself and no matter what happened, he knew the next partner would die just the same, and the next, but only after he had become close friends with them, only after he had pledged to protect them, only after he had felt so at ease and comfortable with them that he could feel truly at peace, only to kill them and forget them until he killed the next of his partners. A dark cycle. This boy was dead and he would not think of him again until he killed again.
He last thought before returning to the prison was not self pity, toguh even he had thought it would be. It was of another, of a friend, of the friend's life given to save those who had meant him harm.
Oh Yugi, I'm so sorry.
The world turned black.
There you go, a pointless Yami angst. For my sister, Yami Ara. Hope you like it little miss. Let's-torture-Yami-till-he-cracks. For everyone else, R&R.