This Saturday I will be watching the last two episodes of Yu-Gi-Oh and I'm already depressed. But from my depression springs a one-shot. It's very short but it had to be written. But without further ado, disclaimers and warnings,

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or else in the end, Yami might have still left, but not without kissing Yugi first. Also, there would be Yaoi, EVERYWHERE!

Warning; boyxboy.
"Talking"
'Thoughts or mind-link stuff.'

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Yugi sat on the bad of his soul room hugging his knees. The feeling he had was a mixture of a pain so immense, He wished himself dead right there, and a feeling of needing to throw up. He had blocked everything, and everyone, out for the last hour as Yami chose the deck he would use against him. Yugi peered down at his own deck that he had chosen beforehand. He wanted to throw it against the wall, scattering the cards everywhere. 'This is not my deck.' He thought, 'My deck is the one me and the Pharaoh made.' He visioned up his old deck into his hand and held it close to his chest. Yugi started rocking back and forth as he realized this would be the last duel with him. Tears rolled down his now flushed cheeks as he realized that he would never be able to duel with this deck again, He would never be able to bring himself to do it. Yugi let go of his knees and in a fit of pure rage, He flung his grandpa's deck against the wall and almost laughed as he saw the cards scatter in a wild flurry, just like everything he had had beforehand. He let out a little giggle as he took the other deck, turned around, And threw it at the junction of the oppisite wall and the ceiling. He finally let all the laughter and the tears roll, full force, as he raised up his arms into the flurry of flying cards, like sweet rain was raining on him,

But he would never be that lucky.

In the middle of his fit he didn't notice Yami's spirit apparation appear in his soul room.

"Yugi?" Yami questioned. Yugi turned around suddenly and tucked his arms in to his chest in guilt of the episode the other whitnessed. Yami saw his eyes were puffy and red, his cheeks slickened with tears. Yugi looked absolutely miserable. Yugi sat down again and averted his gaze from the other and returned to his rocking. No words were needed to know what his aibou was feeling. Yami had felt it too. He walked over and sat on the end of the otheers bed and wrapped his arms around his and held him to his chest tightly. Yugi clenched his tiny fists on the leather shirt his Yami was wearing.

Yami held his close and let his own tears fall, for he knew, today would be the last day he could hold his aibou like this. He didn't even bring himself to say that everything would be ok, because he knew it wouldn' would be okay.
And so they cried, together.

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Ah. That felt nice. But anyway, thanks for reading this extremely short one-shot. Barely made it to 2 pages… I can't write. Oh well.