Hello, this is my second fic, so those of you who have been reading "I Lost", I'm not very confident about it. So for now I'm posting a story I do feel more confident about. At least until I get more reviews on it.
I do not own Yugioh.
Summary: Three years after Atem left, Yugi became a bitter, violent, druggie. When Atem comes back, will he be able to help steer Yugi back on the right track? Will Yugi even want help?

Rated T for violence, swearing, and MAJOR Yugi angst.

Prologue (Because all good angst stories need one.)

They all stood crying as he the man before them told the door his name. It slide open slowly, pouring out a stream of light so bright in the dark, underground tomb, they had to shield their eyes. One person in particular was crying harder than the rest. He was shorter than his companions my several inches, even though he'd grown quite considerably in the past four years. His name was Yugi Motou, better known as The King Of Games. Even though he'd just become King moments ago. The ex-king of games looked nearly identical to him. The only difference was his eyes. Yugi's were egg shaped and shone a beautiful violet. They mirrored happiness, youth and innocence. But the man who stood before him did not. His eyes were boxed shaped and colored a deep crimson. His eyes showed sternness and how serious he was. The two had been bound by an ancient artifact over five thousand years old. The older man, Atem, had sealed himself in the pyramid-shaped pendant titled The Millennium Puzzle thousand of years ago to save the world from a great evil. But he needed to erase his memory and trap himself to do so. Five thousand years later, Yugi solved the unsolvable the puzzle and unknowingly brought the great evil back. For four years Yugi and Atem fought it until they were able to destroy it. And now Atem had to leave them.
As the door opened completely, it showed all of his past friends. From the childhood ones to his royal guards, for he had been one of Egypt's greatest rulers. They all looked at him expectantly. And Yugi knew one group of people would walk away unhappy.
'He needs to go' Yugi argued with himself. 'He doesn't belong here.'
'But he's your best friend! You can't just stand there like an idiot and let him leave!"
"What am I too say to him? 'Can you please stay and suffer so I'm happy?"
"Doesn't your happiness count?"
"But....it's what he wants.....'
And Yugi had nothing to counter with. He could only stand and watch through his tear-flooded eyes, as Atem walked over the threshold and his modern day clothes transformed into a tunic with a large, purple cape. Without looking back he continued to walk forward, and without looking back the doors closed, sealing the entrance to the afterlife. And without looking back, Yugi left the life he once knew.
And without looking back, he never looked forward.

Yugi woke up covered in a cold sweat. It had been three years since that day, three years since his so-called best friend abandoned him. And three years since his other friends grew away from him. It was only 2 a.m., but Yugi dared not to go back to sleep. He would only have dream it again, as he had almost every night for three years. And yet, each time it only got more unbearable. He slipped out of bed and put on his robe. He quietly walked down the stairs, each creaking in it's old age. The house was occupant to one soul now. Solomon Motou, grandfather of Yugi Motou and proud owner of the Domino Game shop, had passed nearly a year ago, leaving nineteen year old Yugi by himself. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a soda and some chips off the counter. Even though he tried to resist, he couldn't help but think of how all of his friends left him. Atem showed he's rather be dead than to continue living with him. Tea was next to go. She left for New York to attend that dance school she'd never shut up about. She never told Yugi she was leaving. She just left. Tristan left to go join the Japanese Army, not bothering to tell Yugi, also. He hadn't heard from Tristan in over two years and yet he didn't care. The only one that really hit him hard was when Joey left. He had eloped with Mai no one seemed to know where they lived now. But three years of living by himself, with no one to comfort him, no one to believe in him and support him made Yugi cold and isolated. He sat on the couch and turned on the TV, trying to drown out the thoughts of the bastards. He didn't need them, he convinced himself. He didn't need anyone. He was King of Games, for Ra's sake! He continued to enter tournaments just to win the prize money. Solomon had paid off the tiny shop nearly twenty years ago, so Yugi only needed money for food, electricity, water, and heat. Not that the stuff cost much anyways. He had enough money in the bank to last him well through retirement; he only continued to play to prove to the world that he didn't need the Pharaoh to win. Even though the world knew nothing of the Pharaoh. So maybe he did it to convince himself he could win on his own. The duel with Bakura back in Atem's memory, hardly counted, he told himself. He had only won by luck, not on skill. After channel surfing for twenty minutes, it finally sunk in that nothing was on. But of boredom he started to watch some romance flick. He watched enviously as the man and woman kissed passionately on the beach as the words The End, appeared in elegant cursive.
"I'll never have a fairy tale ending." Yugi said to no one, drinking the last of his soda. He was still thirsty and wanted too, if only for a moment, forget about the friends that caused him so much pain. He walked over to the kitchen and threw away the soda can. Opening the fridge door, he grabbed what he wanted without even looking. Two, of what he wanted. Two large, forty ounce bottles of beer. He popped the top off one bottle and then off the other. He was finished with one by the time he got back to the couch.
Yugi: So in this story, I'm a underage angry, alcoholic?
Me: Yes! Angst filled Yugi!
Yugi: I like it.
Me: Please review! Chapters will get longer as the story continues, I promise!