The Confession

AN-as in most of my fics, Yami and Yugi have separate bodies.

Yami was walking to the library really early on a Saturday morning because none other than Seto Kaiba had asked him to meet him there at the dreadful hour of 7 in the morning but he couldn't help but worry about the boy. Whatever was going on, it had to be important for Seto to confide in him.

Meanwhile, in the library, Seto was pacing up and down. He had come at 6 and had had plenty of time to think over what he was about to do and was getting more and more worried about it. Just as he was about to back out and leave, Yami walked in. It was easy to spot the only inhabitant of the library and he walked right over to Seto and sat him down on a chair, which was behind one of the many tables in the library and was soon sitting beside the brunette. He looked into cerulean eyes and waited for an explanation as to why they were here.

"Yami? I…I have something-something really important to tell you," Seto mumbled with his head down.

"What is it?" Yami asked with a great deal of worry in his voice. Seto definately didn't look like his usual self. He was much paler than usual and his skin looked sallow plus his hair and eyes had dulled making him look rather unhealthy and weak.

"I see dead people," Seto whispered in a rather frightened voice.

"Well duh! If you didn't you wouldn't be conversing with me, need I remind you I'm a 5000 year old pharaoh," Yami replied with a roll of the eyes, not noticing Seto's fear.

"Yami! I'm serious!" Seto said desperately and he began looking around.

"What…like other than me and the other yami's?" Yami said looking around to see what Seto was looking for, then it clicked. "Like here…in this room!? Right now!?" Seto nodded. "Where?" Yami whispered.

Seto pointed over to a chair in the corner.

"What's it dong here?" Yami asked.

"You get them all over the place," Seto replied dejectedly. "Some of them don't even realize they're dead and just keep going about their daily business." He buried his face in his arms on the table. "I can't get away from them! Everywhere I go!" he cried out.

Yami gave him a sympathetic look but frowned when Seto gasped and his head shot up. He jumped up and his chair clattered on the floor. Yami got up and went over to Seto who was now shaking uncontrollably.

"What's wrong?" Yami asked, concerned for the young CEO.

"He came over to us. He put his hand on my shoulder."

"What's he doing now?"

"He's staring at me, wants to tell me something," Seto was wide-eyed but he was no longer shaking at least.

"Come on," Yami offered. "We'll get out of here. Away from him, whoever he is."

"What's the point?! They're everywhere I go," Seto cried.

"Do you know what he wants?"

"He was the librarian here a long time ago. Still thinks he is. He says we shouldn't be here."

"Come on, we can go back to the Game Shop," Yami suggested. "He'll leave you alone there."

"What if there's more of them there," Seto growled. He was clutching his head and breathing faster. "I can't escape them!" He was hyperventilating now.

"I can assure you no one's ever died there," Yami said forcing Seto's hands away from his head. "Just calm down. Come on." Yami took Seto's hand in his own and led him out of the library and started walking to the Game Shop.