Just Try Me, I Dare you
BY: Ama Chan!
AUTHORS NOTES: I wrote this after reading a few awesome fan fictions, wish i remembered what they where. wanted to try out angst, and I really love how this turned out. So Im posting it. I have no idea if this will be a one-shot or not, but I want it to be more. But I'm having trouble developing a good enough plot. It like, I know what the afrtermath of this would look like, but the actual reason this would happen? Please, any readers weitth ideas feel free to tell me! ^.^ Now, I have no spell checker or beta, so dont get sand in your vaginas over bad grammer! :D
He didn't want this anymore. Fading away, it's what he needed. Somehow wedging his tall figure in between cold, white marble and wood, staring down at the tile. The emotionless tile. Blank, Blank tile. All in an order, All without thought, all without memories.
He envied them, No life, just blankness. They are stepped on and covered in the filth of humaity, but they don't care. They're not even alive.
And Yami, he just didn't want to live.
The dagger flipped around carelessly in his long fingers. Yami remembers when he got this beautiful peace of silver. He was givin it by Ishizu last christmas. It had an egytpain eye carved into it, and on the blade, gold writing calligraphized "Hope". It was the most beautiful blend of egyptain and Japanese craftmanship Yami's ever seen.
But then again, Yami couldn't give a damn less about crap like that. Yami really doesn't care about anything or anyone anymore.
Exept for Yugi...But...Yugi is stronger than him, no matter how much any of this Hikaru-Yami crap says otherwise, Yugi is stronger, Yugi is better, and smarter, and just so beautiful...He'll move on, he'll find better.
"And it's not like he loves me..."
That one line. That was it, he just couldn't take the sound of his own voice anymore. So welled up and chocking on his own self-pitty. He hated this existence of his, he just wanted it all to end.
All of it!
Crisscrosssing ribbons wrapped around his wrist, flowing down and drowning those stupid tile's in it's warmth. It didn't hurt as bad he thought, but he felt it, so he wasn't dreaming this time. And Yami felt something else, he felt like he was there, and everything was just so real at that moment. As his skinned cooled dramatically and those beautiful crimson bows just got hotter and hotter.
Her felt it, he felt the first real smile he's had in who knows how long creep across hes face. Something came from him that was beautiful, he was beautiful. Just the irony in that statement alone...
He was close to it, the end. But the tiles on this damned bathroom floor didn't scramble around to save him, because they didn't care. They where nothing, He'd soon be nothing...
Yugi was almost home from Jounochi's. They had been goofing around and didn't get a single bit of work done. But, hey, with Jounouchi as your partner, what grade do you really expect to get?
Humming contently, Yugi unlocked the door to the game shop he lived in with his grandfather Soloman(Who happened to be away on buisness), Aiya(his surogent sister), and Yami. Yami was well...Yami ^.^
He expected Aiya to be in the livingroom, like always watching her favorite show, but not today. The entire house was dark, and quiet...Soooooo so quiet. Yugi knew at once something was wrong. But what?
Walking around the house, he noticed that Yami was nowhere to be seen, but the bathroom light was on, he rapped on the door lightly. Silence.
That right there told him. Yami and Aiya both always ranted whenever anyone knocked when they where in there. Yugi felt fear pounding at his gut,
"H-Hello? Can you hear me, Aiya? Yami?" He knocked on the door alittle louder, and then harder and harder, going onto a full on panic attack in the matter of seconds.
Obviously not being able to knock down the door because of his short physique, he looked around frantically untill he found something to pick a lock with.
'Please just be knocked out in the bathtub pleasssssseeeeeeeee' he begged to whoever invaded his thoughts, his heart pounding in his ear, the nervousness making him nausous.
The creek of the slow, slow door didn't help the situation much. And, well...What he saw, he threw up.
Feeling week and scared, he steadied his swaying body and glided around the entry way. Blood, alot of blood. Just everywhere, but he couldn't see where it was comming from. He was looking at the cealing like a dumbass when he heard a raspy, gurglling type noise.
"NOO!" The yell, it was so agonizing, and if Yami could hear it, he would already be protectivley over Yugi, already trying to fix the problem. Only he wasn't going to be doing anything...was he even alive?
Ghostly pale...empty eyes-oh god they where so blank-, that crazy hair of his was matted and wet, sticking to his face. No actions, No movement. No breathing,
"No, No no no no! Yami!" Yugi dropped to the floor, covering himself in blood, it was so warm, grabbing hold of Yami's right arm, trying to put presure on, but there where cuts all up it! How the-
"Why? No Yami!" Frantically wraping a towel around his arm, Yugi dialed 911. He didn't hear what the dialer said, doesn't remeber what he said. But he does remember the feel of yami's skin when he carressed his face, acidently smearing it with tears and blood.
"Don't do this to me..." He was so cold. Yugi couldn't think anymore. And he could barley breathe between his sobs.
Yugi for the most part forgets alot of that day, but if he had to re tell that nightmare to you. He'd tell you one word. Sirens. They rang and rang and Yugi never really even saw those paremedics. He doesnt remember letting go of yami..He remember's waking up in the hospital waiting room, head in Aiya's lap.
And those 3 beautiful seconds before fear starting fucking around with his inards to remind him of what he saw, what had happened, right now he'd do anything to go back and relive them...
Mokuba hated hospitals. Seto hated hospitals. And Seto DIFINITLEY hated Yami. Well, no, he didn't hate him at all. Infact sometimes, he somehow enjoyed his company. And he liked him a hell of alot better than Jou and Yugi combined.
Seto just wasn't a people person, and if he came off as an arrogant Dickhead, so what? He didn't need anyone exept for Mokuba. Yami got that, and respected him for his independance.
Yami understands him better than any whore who'd found their way into Seto's interest. I mean, he's no Mokuba but still, it's impressive. Yami was smart and strong and the way he cared for Yugi sometimes reminded Seto of him and Mokuba, without that weird romance those two are so stupidley denying.
But that's all Yami is after all, stupid.
He has family and friends and was on seto's secret good side. He has a good life and he's just stupid! Stupid and just- Selfish! How dare he try something like this! How dare he try to die on all he had- all he has! What the fuck could of possibly happened?
Seto's gut wrenched strangley, he passed it off as anger. Maybe that was why he let Mokuba drag him into this dull, depressing ass hospital.
So he can be here when Yami gets back up on is feet to fucking knock him the hell back down! Maybe knock some sense into the Bakka. 'If he survies, that is'
This time, his gut did a 360...He remembers that feeling. From all the times Mokuba got kidnapped, all the times when he was little and his father was angry at his Mom, That 1 time Jessie almost died...
Wait, he can't actually worry about Yami, can he? I mean, he doesn't care about him at all right?
No...No, of course not. It's just anger...
Dr. Sheilo sighed verry heavily. He was friends with this young mans grandfather, had met him on a few occasions. It was jus such a shame. Watching the nurses' attach IV's and such into him, he quickly whipped around and tried his best to looked hopeful as he made his way to the waiting room...
