Insane: This is just a fic to relieve me of my writer's block that I'm having. My other two stories have been blocked from my hed-___-U

Yami Malik: Don't own Yugioh! UmAnd this fic takes place after the second duel with Yami Yugi and Seto KaibaOMG! O_o;; It's a Ymai Yugi fic?!??!?!

Yami Bakura: -___-U Don't worry. I'm in it too. You wont be borred for a very long time.

Yami Malik: O_oYami Yugi?!?!? Who possessed Insane to write about him?!?!?

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I starred down from nothingness at my hikari, my oh so petite aibou. It actually hurt now and days to look at his face, so I was settled with the top of his head, sometimes his back. I don't know exactly why I can't look at his bright, joy filled, loving eyes, I just can't. Not anymore.

I'm to ashamed, to embarrassed. BesidesHe wouldn't look at me even if I did look into his eyes, his mind, his soul. Why could I have not just beaten that low life, Seto Kaiba? It's his faultnot mine. This is why, it has to be.

I would have even settled for second, if only I did notno. It is not me who possess the sin, the betrayal, the hatredis it? I lay in thin air pondering such a ridiculous question.

I am the Pharaoh of Egypt. I am the protector, the guardian. But I feel as if I cower, as if I am the one being protected, and not protecting the heir of the puzzle, dear sweet Yugi. Am I, Yugi's dark, his Yami, not Seto, the real villain? Have I changed so much these past hundreds of years? Or was I always this demanding of respect, of glory, of victory? No. I won't believe it, cant believe it, it can't be true. It just can't be true.

As I stare down upon the one they call Yugi Mouto, as I call whatever I feel he is at the moment, I cant help but try to just get a glimpse of his large, illuminating eyes. How I long for the power which I had but only five or so hours ago.

But I have been sealed back within both the wretched prison which people call the Millennium Puzzle, as I call the living hell, and also I have been locked, possibly forever, within the back of my precious hikari's peace loving mind. The only one I feel I have ever been able to call brother, a friend...had turned his back on me.

I have been but a pawn in his game, to rescue a love one. But I'd rather be a player of an amusing, not so difficult game, then be a player in life. I despise life. Life is what hurts me. Life is what killed me. Life is what I lack. I shall never clench the energy of Mother Nature within my palm ever again. But I feel it is not me who took Life itself away from my once breathing body. No. It was the wretched fools who sought to rule, to conquer, to destroy, the world as I knew it, as Yugi knows itthere I go againam I always blaming? Am I that proud? Am I that cold hearted that I'd actually blame my own faults on Life, on Seto, on people? It is their faultisn't..?

I slowly tried to press an invisible hand upon Yugi's shoulder. But I withdrew it when I could since energy flowing through his veins. Was thishate? Was my own hikari, my aibouhating me? I knew he was angry with me, but I never had sensed hatred from him. I had actually never sensed hatred what so ever. I was to headstrong to even sense love.

How I hate being here, within the Puzzle, within Yugi Mouto, within the game of Life. I always hated it. Even when I had lived, as the high ruler of my time, I had hated it. Most people would think of me as crazy for hating it. I don't blame them. I had everything alasat the same time I nothing. My parents died when I was but a child. When I was young I envied everything that common city dwellers, peasants, scoundrels, had. They had what I did not. A family. I was alone, both physically and mentally. I hated it.

I was pharaoh. It was my job to have everything I desired. Why could I not have the simplest things? Love? Happiness? Friendship I lacked these three basics. Love, which I never had received in my life, other than from my parents before they passed away, and Yugi, but his love soon ended for me.

I had lacked happiness from get go. Both of my parents had died for stupid, pathetic, worthless reasons. They were royal. They were suppose to be invincible. But no. No one stood up to me, nor my father. I hated this. I wanted people to fear me, yes. But I wanted fear as in a respect. Not in a horrified since. Oh look! It's the Pharaoh! Run for the hills before he sends you to the Shadow Realm or sick his guards on you! I had never once sent a person to the Shadow Realm when I was alive, nor had I ever been seen with guards at my heels. How weak people had been. Even I was, but I didn't realize this until I learned the meaning of friendship.

I had known friendship before I met Yugi and his friends. But I do not consider his friends my own. They do not even know I exist.

When I was around my so-called teenager years, as Yugi would say, I knew a few people. I cant get over how much they looked like the present day people Yugi knows. There was Seth, high mage of the Egyptian empire. He was my rival, as Seto is Yugi's. He wasn't exactly a friend. He was more like myis classmate the right word? We bickered more than anything. But I had always enjoyed this. It made me feel as if I wasn't in higher rank than everyone else, like I was equal with the world. I felt as if I was no longer YuGiOh the Pharaoh, but YuGiOh, plain simple YuGiOh. It was always a desired feeling, to know you had the slight chance of knowing you could indeed lose to your opponent, that you weren't guaranteed to win. Those moments are cherished by myself, and always will be.

Then there was Teana. Oh glorious Teana. She was so beautiful, so humble, and at the same time loyal. She was always there for me. She is much like present day Tea Gardner. Always cheering people on, to be the best that they could be. I like this, but when you were destined to win at everythingit got old very quickly.

And my best friend, Jono. Present day Joey Wheeler acted nothing like my old friend. Jono was much to serious to have Joey as his reincarnation, thus I do not believe they are one and the same. Jono, like Teana, was always there for me, or at least I hoped. I couldn't help but wonder if people only protected me with friendship, was because they were afraid of me.

And last was surprisingly my present day enemy, and the one who can relate more than anyone else. Bakura. He, like me, is corrupted. But he is much to corrupted to learn what even friendship means. I was corrupted by the evil darkness which does happen to lie within my prison, the Millennium Puzzle. He was corrupted by blind hate. I feel as if I too will be lured by the demons, to be driven into udder insanity, if I do not receive forgiveness. Bakura hadn't received love during his entire life.

His parents despised every ounce of him, people hated him, royals hated him, and I as well, despised his very existence. Strangely I cant help but despise those who beat him, who spat at him, who basically stripped him of his life. Because I too did not live the life I wanted to live. I can't help but almost blame his torture upon myself, for I, like those idiots, also hit him across the cheek. When I had made him bleed that day, I was blinded by wretched plague-ful hate. But it was not for him. It was my own hate, hate of myself.

My heart was not where it belonged at the time. It was thinking when my brain had exploded from all the thinking, all the pressure I had been going through for the past ten or so years. I still cannot remember why I had struck him. In fact, I cant remember half of my life.

This is where I wonderHad I just been remembering all the hatred I had bottled up? Did I have this wonderful life? Had this single incident with Seto Kaiba, with the betrayal I had bestowed upon Yugi Mouto, unleashed my demon? My hate?

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Insane: .

Yami Bakura:

Yami Malik:

Malik:

Ryou:

Yami Insane: WhereGod's green earth did that come from?

Yami Malik:And I thought I was psychoticHe's got some issues to work out

Yami Bakura: O_o no kidding

Yami Malik: *shakes head* Ermreview if ya like. Need 7 reviews to continueThis took a very long time to write ya know