Pyra: OK. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Yami: That's right!
Pyra: -_-;;;;;
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Yami glared at Yugi with a look that could kill. Behind the two, the sky was blood red as the sun sank below the horizon and light became darkness. Yami became aware of the tears welling up and angrily brushed them from his eyes as he ran away.
The entirety of what he'd done struck Yugi with bitter realization. This had been more than a prank that he'd pulled, and he sensed it. He had hurt Yami badly. In a swirl of confusing emotions, Yugi raced to his room and away from the hurt. But he could not out run that. In his room, he buried his face in his pillow as the tears streamed out and he cried for his shame, his sorrow, and his yami. The guilt and dispair clutched at his vulnerable heart. 'What have I done?' he thought, looking out his window to the twilight beyond. 'My own yami! How could I?'
Upon a small his in a somewhat far-away park, Yami heard Yugi's saddened thoughts, but he did not answer them.
'Yami,' Yugi thought, 'I would give you my heart and life and soul if you asked it! I would kill myself for you to show how sorry I am!'
Yami heard his aibou and knew he had meant what he said. To his horror, Yami found no forgiveness in his heart. Yugi had betrayed him. He wished he could forgive his little aibou. Yami answered softly to Yugi's calls, 'I am sorry, Yugi.'
The four words of his yami stung Yugi like nothing else could. Yami wasn't going to forgive him? The depression washed over him anew, drowning him with sorrow. He collapsed into his bed, weeping. It just got worse and worse and soon Yugi found himself choked with the blackness of dispair until his consciousness gave way.
Yami was so absorbed in his rage and sorrow that he did not sense something wrong with his aibou. The bitter betrayal stabbed through his heart like a fiery sword. He sat up against a tree and soon was fast asleep, emotionally exausted and oblivious to Yugi's plight.
Yugi awoke early the next day, the day's light faint and sleepy. He pulled on a jacket and wrote a note for his grandfather saying that he would be out for a while to look for Yami, and for his grandfather not to worry. Yugi stepped outside and was met with bitter cold. He tried to think of where Yami would be, but decided to let his feet take him where thay may. He stuck his hands in his pockets, but they remained cold. Soon Yugi drifted into a neighborhood he didn't recognise and after about an hour he came to a small park. It seemed empty. He sat down under a tree to rest for a while.
Yami had been drawn to where his aibou had passed out by his strange and powerful intuition. Instantly sensing something desperately wrong, he'd carried his aibou to a small 'valley'. He laid Yugi down gently and conjured up his magic. Yami gave Yugi warmth with it and for now forced the betrayal to the back of his mind.
When Yugi awoke, he found his yami leaning over him, concerned. At first he though it to be a dream, but it was very real.
"Yami...?" He asked. He tried to sit up but fell back. His yami frowned in concern.
"Are you all right Yugi?" Yami asked. When Yugi didn't answer, Yami placed a hand on his forhead. Yugi drew back from it.
"You've got cold hands!" He exclaimed. Yami frowned, then placed a hand on his own forhead.
"No, Aibou," He put his hand back on Yugi's forhead, "You've got a fever. A bad one." Yugi didn't say anything for a moment.
"Yami?" He started, "I'm really, really, really sorry," His eyes welled up with burning hot tears. "I-"
"No, Yugi." Yami told him, placing a hand lightly over his aibou's mouth. "Later." Yugi inhaled deeply and Yami thought that he heard something.
"Aibou," He told Yugi, "Breathe in deeply again."
"Wh-?"
"Just do." Yugi frowned slightly, then did as he was told. Yami's brows knitted in concern.
"Pneumonia." He said quietly. He paused for a minute. "But that's not it - Aibou, what do you feel like right now?"
"...really cold, but my eyes feel hot. I feel really tired. It hurts to breathe and swallow. That's about it."
"Open your mouth as wide as you can, Yugi." Yugi did so and Yami saw a white patch covering the back of his throat. "Strep." He said. "Figures. But that's still not what's ailing you."
"Yami?" Yugi asked weakly.
"What is it?"
"I feel really tired," Yami smiled softly.
"Go to sleep, Aibou." He gently pushed Yugi back down when Yugi tried once again to sit up. He let his majic flow into his aibou and Yugi was soon asleep.
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Pyra: Please R&R!!!
Yugi: Yes! Then she may continue and we will be free all the sooner!!
Pyra: YOU WILL NEVER BE FREE!!!!!
Yugi & Yami: EEP!
Yami: That's right!
Pyra: -_-;;;;;
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Yami glared at Yugi with a look that could kill. Behind the two, the sky was blood red as the sun sank below the horizon and light became darkness. Yami became aware of the tears welling up and angrily brushed them from his eyes as he ran away.
The entirety of what he'd done struck Yugi with bitter realization. This had been more than a prank that he'd pulled, and he sensed it. He had hurt Yami badly. In a swirl of confusing emotions, Yugi raced to his room and away from the hurt. But he could not out run that. In his room, he buried his face in his pillow as the tears streamed out and he cried for his shame, his sorrow, and his yami. The guilt and dispair clutched at his vulnerable heart. 'What have I done?' he thought, looking out his window to the twilight beyond. 'My own yami! How could I?'
Upon a small his in a somewhat far-away park, Yami heard Yugi's saddened thoughts, but he did not answer them.
'Yami,' Yugi thought, 'I would give you my heart and life and soul if you asked it! I would kill myself for you to show how sorry I am!'
Yami heard his aibou and knew he had meant what he said. To his horror, Yami found no forgiveness in his heart. Yugi had betrayed him. He wished he could forgive his little aibou. Yami answered softly to Yugi's calls, 'I am sorry, Yugi.'
The four words of his yami stung Yugi like nothing else could. Yami wasn't going to forgive him? The depression washed over him anew, drowning him with sorrow. He collapsed into his bed, weeping. It just got worse and worse and soon Yugi found himself choked with the blackness of dispair until his consciousness gave way.
Yami was so absorbed in his rage and sorrow that he did not sense something wrong with his aibou. The bitter betrayal stabbed through his heart like a fiery sword. He sat up against a tree and soon was fast asleep, emotionally exausted and oblivious to Yugi's plight.
Yugi awoke early the next day, the day's light faint and sleepy. He pulled on a jacket and wrote a note for his grandfather saying that he would be out for a while to look for Yami, and for his grandfather not to worry. Yugi stepped outside and was met with bitter cold. He tried to think of where Yami would be, but decided to let his feet take him where thay may. He stuck his hands in his pockets, but they remained cold. Soon Yugi drifted into a neighborhood he didn't recognise and after about an hour he came to a small park. It seemed empty. He sat down under a tree to rest for a while.
Yami had been drawn to where his aibou had passed out by his strange and powerful intuition. Instantly sensing something desperately wrong, he'd carried his aibou to a small 'valley'. He laid Yugi down gently and conjured up his magic. Yami gave Yugi warmth with it and for now forced the betrayal to the back of his mind.
When Yugi awoke, he found his yami leaning over him, concerned. At first he though it to be a dream, but it was very real.
"Yami...?" He asked. He tried to sit up but fell back. His yami frowned in concern.
"Are you all right Yugi?" Yami asked. When Yugi didn't answer, Yami placed a hand on his forhead. Yugi drew back from it.
"You've got cold hands!" He exclaimed. Yami frowned, then placed a hand on his own forhead.
"No, Aibou," He put his hand back on Yugi's forhead, "You've got a fever. A bad one." Yugi didn't say anything for a moment.
"Yami?" He started, "I'm really, really, really sorry," His eyes welled up with burning hot tears. "I-"
"No, Yugi." Yami told him, placing a hand lightly over his aibou's mouth. "Later." Yugi inhaled deeply and Yami thought that he heard something.
"Aibou," He told Yugi, "Breathe in deeply again."
"Wh-?"
"Just do." Yugi frowned slightly, then did as he was told. Yami's brows knitted in concern.
"Pneumonia." He said quietly. He paused for a minute. "But that's not it - Aibou, what do you feel like right now?"
"...really cold, but my eyes feel hot. I feel really tired. It hurts to breathe and swallow. That's about it."
"Open your mouth as wide as you can, Yugi." Yugi did so and Yami saw a white patch covering the back of his throat. "Strep." He said. "Figures. But that's still not what's ailing you."
"Yami?" Yugi asked weakly.
"What is it?"
"I feel really tired," Yami smiled softly.
"Go to sleep, Aibou." He gently pushed Yugi back down when Yugi tried once again to sit up. He let his majic flow into his aibou and Yugi was soon asleep.
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Pyra: Please R&R!!!
Yugi: Yes! Then she may continue and we will be free all the sooner!!
Pyra: YOU WILL NEVER BE FREE!!!!!
Yugi & Yami: EEP!