Puzzleshipping oneshots/drabbles for when I'm bored, in the mood, or stressed out from (or tired of writing) my other fanfics. Oh the fun I will have writing these. XD

This fist one has a picture that I drew, which started the whole oneshot (take out spaces): poetic-kitsune .deviantart . com /art/ Shattered-Soul-81033555


It seemed like there were always dark forces at work, trying to tear the two apart. 'He's too powerful with that Millennium Puzzle,' they'd say. 'We need to stop him once and for all,' they'd threaten. 'Yuugi and that damn Pharaoh are always getting in the way!' they'd curse. It was like a constant reprieve for the bad guys to do what they want.

But aside from this, let's move over to our heroes, our main characters, our dear Yugi Motou and his spirit companion, Atemu. It was sad, because it started off a normal day for these two… or, rather, for Yuugi. He got up, went to school, chatted with his friends, did school work, learned a thing or two… and then set for home. But it was on that walk home that things changed for the worse.

'Aibou,' Atemu called. 'Something doesn't feel right.'

"What do you mean?" Yuugi mutters aloud, shrugging the backpack he wore higher onto his shoulder.

'I mean,' he replies, 'I'm getting a weird feeling. Look around, will you? No one's following you or anything, right?'

Obediently, Yuugi glanced about him. "No, not really. Not that I can see, anyway."

'Are you sure?'

"As sure as I can be, Spirit. Why?"

'I just… I just don't feel like we should linger in this area. Can you hurry home, please?'

"If you say so," the teen shrugs, picking up his pace. He nearly made it, too. The only inkling Yuugi had of what was happening was Atemu yelling in his mind to run, run, run.

It was no use; Yuugi got caught. And, to his dismay, robbed. The golden item that normally hung around his neck was missing by the time he regained consciousness.

"Don't worry, we'll help you get Yami back," his friends reassured.

Yuugi shook his head, his spiky blonde bangs tickling his neck and jaw. "We don't even know where he is, or who took him… I'll never have my Hitori back… he's gone…"

"Don't say things like that!" Jou snapped. "You have to believe in us and him, Yuugi. We'll get him back, you'll see."

Oddly enough, as if it were a gift from the gods, a random note was delivered to his grandfather's game shop. Yuugi was more than happy, because this meant Atemu could return to him, safe and sound. All that mattered was Atemu…

But the note demanded more than he could give. All his cards, all the rarities he possessed, and even the deed to something he didn't know his grandfather owned. But how can he hand all of these things over for the Millennium Puzzle? Was it worth it?

So, he chose to retrieve Atemu in secret. No one would know that he was gone, and no one would bother to follow. Everyone could stay safe and sound behind. With these thoughts in mind, Yuugi went to the meeting place for the trade-off.

"Did you bring what I had asked?"

Yuugi's grip on his backpack tightened at the sound of the voice. In truth, the backpack was empty. It contained some random worthless items to hold the proper weight, but none of the cards nor the deed was in it's contents. He was cheating, he knew, but Yuugi was not so imprudent to actually go through with the trade. Atemu was important to him, but so was the trust of his grandfather and friends. Because what would they think of him is he selfishly stole the deed and helplessly handed over all his cards, his grandfather's, and even some of theirs?

"Yes, I brought it. All of it," he lies, a burning sensation behind his amethyst orbs. Yet he refused to cry.

"Hand over the bag and you can have your shiny trinket back," the cloaked figure says.

Biting his lip, the young duelist was unsure what to do. If he slid the backpack over to the man, he's surely look inside and see that Yuugi was playing him. But if he didn't, would he ever get his Pharaoh returned to him?

So, reluctantly, he shrugged his backpack to the hard ground and kicked it over to the strange man. Although as soon as it was within his reach, the man tossed off his hood and began laughing. In the darkness Yuugi could hardly see who it is, but it looked like the twisted Yami no Malik. He begins laughing manically. "Fool! You just handed over your only chances to duel in this world again! Did you really think I'd just give you the Puzzle back without a hitch? All of your enemies and I have sought to do you in, Yuugi Motou, and finally we have. Prepare to have your other half, Yami no Yuugi, sent into the Shadow Realm!"

Briefly, Atemu appeared as the ghost Yuugi knew all too well, a transparent body of the soul he's come to love.

"Atemu!" Yuugi cried, watching as Malik raised his arm, Millennium Rod in hand, to lift the pyramid into the air above their heads. It began to spin rapidly like a tornado sent spiraling out of control. Lightning sparked, and Atemu started being sucked into the puzzle.

Yuugi ran for Atemu, his red-purple eye blinking in place of the Eye of Ra. Shining tears too thin to see fell out of the puzzle's center, Atemu now trapped inside.

How could this happen? Yugi thought as the puzzle, dangling by the chain he put on it, seemed to spin around and around just out of his reach. Why did he have to be so short? Come on, legs, move faster! Stretch further! Jump higher! he urged.

But it was no use.

Right as he was nearing the golden pyramid, it shattered, chain and all. Salty tears streamed down the teen's face as he reached up a hand to grab the middle piece that still held his dear aibou's eye.

The explosive inner light of Atemu's soul blinded him, but still he reached, hoping to grasp at least one shred of the puzzle before it was lost forever...

Malik continued to laugh, though he walked off into the distance, Yuugi's backpack over his shoulder. But the young duelist didn't care; as he thin fingers wrapped around the center piece and the rest scattered about, he knew this was not the end. He'll just have to rebuild it and pray that Atemu was still attached to the golden object.

Hold on, Mou Hitori no Boku; I will save you. Because without you, my heart is lost.