I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

I'm back with more YGO FanFictions as promised (from my previous YGO FF); I have tried to make this the best I can, despite the fact that it's slightly OOC.

~Yugi's POV~

Last month I died from a car crash and now I'm just a wandering, hopeless spirit travelling the boundless plains of the spiritual world. Sometimes I pass through the spiritual portals which lead me to Earth where I watch over my friends, I, Yugi Muto am a lost memory; a lost memory of whom is fated to suffer eternal anguish. I hate seeing my friends be completely distraught because of me. I hate seeing my friends cry over me. However that wasn't the case of my sadness.

I walk around with them as if I'm still there, even though they can't see, hear nor feel me. Not even the aura of my emotions seem to have an effect on them. They don't even remember me. They go about their daily activities as if nothing even happened. Not once have they been to my grave since the dreadful accident, not once have they spoken about me and not once have they even cried for me - not even when they heard the distressing news of my death.

Tea Gardner, Joey Wheeler, Tristan Taylor, Ryou Bakura, Marik Ishtar and Yami - my Yami. All of them just group together and laugh, they laugh together as friends as they aimlessly complete their activities and scramble around carelessly.

I haven't just disappeared from life, I've disappeared from their memories.

Every passing second, I question myself, 'did I really even exist? Did I really even matter to them?'

It was also because of my death that Yami had been given a body - my body. Now he can aimlessly wander - like me - around, searching for everything, yet nothing. I can't even sense the tiniest fraction of despair hidden within the five-thousand year old spirit, it's just filled with hope, happiness, joy. Did his feelings improve as soon as I died? Has he really forgotten about me? Did Yami forget the most important person in his life that he could ever remember? No, he just doesn't want to remember me, he thinks he's too good to even think about me any more.

I wonder to myself, 'where has my magnanimous, altruistic Yami gone?' I search for him, yet I can never find him. All I see is someone who has taken over my body when I died - a spirit, no less. A spirit who once lived in the millennium puzzle. That same spirit who was once kind and caring had been replaced with an ignorant one. Was it because of me? Was my loss what turned him into his type of being? Does he even remember my death? Not once have they been since I died. Not once have they cared about my death.

It feels as if I cannot pass on to go through to another life to be reincarnated or sent to the heavens above; or the hellish pit below. I'm stuck in the middle, unable to go further. Yet then again, I have figured and noted that my despair and loneliness was due to the sadness of my friends. Either that or I just can't bring myself to say that I'm the selfish one; I want my friends to care - but at the same time I don't.

I'm stuck in the middle, unable to go further...

END