Autumn: Well, here it is. The sequel to a Hikari's Yami.
Rika: It took her for-freaking- ever to write this.
Autumn: This story is based off of one of the worst days in American history, 9-11. I warn you, until I'm finished, I can't promise updates quickly. But I am working really hard to make this a more in depth story and longer than A Hikari's Yami. So this is not a song fic.
Rika: So back to the 9-11 part, Autumn saw a really sad video at school about this dude having amnesia when he was in the accident. He had a happy ending, but a tuff road getting there.
Autumn: Disclaimer, I DON'T OWN YUGIOH! There, glad I got that off my chest. Also, all evanescence songs used belong to evanescence.
Rika: The song used in this chapter is Hello. So sad. :*( The viewing experience can be enhanced by listening to the songs suggested in author's note.
Songs: Hello- Evanescence
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/mind link/
Song Lyrics/ Time Lapse
Chapter One
Our end is a new beginning
Playground school bell rings...Again
The space beside me in this bed is empty.
Rain clouds come to play... Again
I cover my head with the missing person's pillow. The scent of life and lavender has faded away to almost nothing. Memories resurface, causing tears to fall from my crimson eyes. The way my beau left was too harsh and sudden.
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Our friends instead of keeping hope and searching through the rubble, declared my kòi dead.
Hello, I'm your mind. Giving you someone to talk to. Hello.
I would know if my love was gone. Our mind link still senses a presence. Not gone, just not all the way there.
If I smile and don't believe. Soon I know I'll wake from this dream.
A mask I wear outside this house. This is just another nightmare. When I wake up, my sweet amethyst eyed angel will be beside me.
Don't try to fix me I'm not broken.
Almost falling out of bed, somehow I stumble into the kitchen. Bitter yet familiar sakè burns down my eager throat, making the memories fuzzy.
Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide. Don't cry.
Only after hallucinations come do I stop drinking. There! Right in front of me is the one I lost. My hand on its own accord reaches for my long gone love. The moment I touch, the fake Yugi shatters and the remaining dust flies away like butterflies of glitter. A dream, when I wake up, my angel will be here.
Suddenly I know I know I'm not sleeping. Hello.
Even in my drunken haze I realize he is never coming back. Images of his broken, bleeding, and burning body flood my mind. Over and over while in a fetal position on the floor I scream for the life like images to vanish.
Well I'm still here, all that's left of yesterday.
Three months ago, a plane playing a god, flew into the very building he was in. On the ninth of September, my life was utterly destroyed. I was praying to every deity I knew as I ran to the burning building. The first responders refused to let me look for my hikari.
Ignoring their half-hearted demands, I leaped over the line of cars and sprinted towards the dying place. Thump, Thump. I looked up to see dead workers falling out of windows and gaps from the building. The sound was coming from their already dead bodies hitting the concrete.
When I reach the doors, he finally called to me through our mind link. /Atem, help me!/
/Aibou, where are you? I'm com-/
/ATEM!/
Following his scream, an unearthly screech and rumble overpowered my senses. Dust and debris flew everywhere within the pleasant sitting room. As the coward I am, I dove under a desk. Thousands of screams from the survivors add to the mix. To make my efforts harder, the lights go out. My scrambled brain finally realizes the whole place is collapsing.
The ceiling cracked before falling in giant chunks of steel, wood, and tile. If I had not been huddled under the desk, then I would have met Osiris early again.
After maybe a minute, the shaking and falling was over. The dust was slowly suffocating me. I picked myself up and limped my way out of the darkness. Once back under the sun, I saw the tower. Or what was left.
My eyes seemed to be deceiving me. The proud building was a giant pile of steel with flames and smoke dotting randomly inside. A cloud of dust hung over the city of Domino. Inside my head was silence. For the first time in nine months, silence. Where was he?
/Yugi?/
I asked timidly, almost afraid of his answer. Or rather, not an answer at all.
/Can't breathe/
He did not answer, but his thoughts returned. Relief flooded my body. If I had lost him...
/Yugi./
I sent more forcefully. /Were are you?/
/Dark, cold, so cold. Hurt, a lot of that./
A pause as if he was drawing in a breath. /Yami, I fell. A lot./ I laughed and let my tears fall. He is alive! /I'm in some bubble in a stairway. There's a big piece of metal blocking us out./ Looking around, I saw people running frantically around, like when you disturb an ant bed. I searched with my eyes around the devastation for a moment, but gave up and ran into the jungle of metal.
Half an hour later.
Many more volunteers poured in. The metal monsters used for moving heavy materials sat dormant by the street corner. Should they be used, some innocent victim trapped within The Pile might have been crushed. Some glorious person decided we should use eight liter buckets to start moving the smaller, movable pieces. Though the start of clean up would be slow, more productivity would come from this safe way.
Even though we volunteers were being as careful as butterflies, cave-ins within The Pile occurred, leaving me to frantically call to my kòi until he assured me. I thanked dear Ra for each and every time he answered.
The shadows who graciously still serve me, helped us pick up larger and more heavy pieces of metal, giving us above human strength. With the combined effort of many men and my shadows, we lifted enormously gigantic debris.
To pass time, Yugi reminded me of almost forgotten laughs and good times we have shared. He said to me in giggles, /Remember the time you first had Wasabi?/ Even at a tragedy like this, I could not help but crack a smile. How was a three millennium old pharaoh supposed to know the green spice would burn through my tongue as my now nineteen year old hikari laughed at my running and frantically fanning my mouth? He had fallen on the floor when he heard me cry in anguish, "Water makes the burning worse!" Any being could have made that mistake. My hikari's mental laughter soothed my frayed nerves with its bell like quality.
I pressed on harder.
Hours later
The building next to The Pile has fallen. Keeping a close eye on the burning structure, we had expected it to fall. Suddenly a second shaking occurred, a hot wave of dust and ashy wind lifted me and slammed my body into a white healing truck with the siren. What amazing irony. I have given up on getting the mess cleaned because of the darkening sky. A group of fourteen survivors were found and Yugi along with a few other victims are somewhere else.
I called his name out loud after that, "Yugi." After all of the devastation, every time I called, my voice cracked. I saw my mistake in brushing away the glass of water I was graciously offered. My thirst was so intense I could have drained the Nile.
Though my love could not hear my calling, he still spoke to me in my mind. The hour now is ripe with twilight. A hush gradually fell over the large crowd. Night was drawing as Ra made his last few strokes of the day.
/Atem, you can go. Please, not both of us have to suffer./
/In your skinny ass dreams/
I retorted. I shook my head, sending Ra knows what from my tri-colored hair in a suffocating cloud right up my nose and into my mouth. After the thousandth coughing fit today, I started to feel exhaustion claw its evil way into my body. Going on could possibly be dangerous; the shadows, though not always evil, feed off weakness.
I threateningly whisper, /I am not leaving you, understand? The very last thing on my mind is leaving you in this maze while I curl up in a warm bed./ He had not a response. A tired humming let me know he was still alive. Soon, all I could feel was a numbness I knew all too well. When I overuse my mental strength for channeling the shadows, they will keep sucking out my life force until I lose consciousness. Not a moment after the thought goes through my head, my knees buckle and I, once the pharaoh of Kemet, face plant onto the burning ground.
End of Chapter One
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