Help me say Goodbye
A Yu-Gi-Oh Songfic
By Aislynn Goldleaf
Yu-Gi-Oh is the intellectual property of Kazuki Takahashi, and is being used in this fan fiction for fan purposes only. All situations, opinions and characters not belonging to Kazuki Takahashi are the intellectual property of me. People, situations, and characters in this story are entirely fictional, any resemblance to actual people or events is unintentional. This disclaimer is for this story in its entirety.
The Phantom of the Opera by Andrew Lloyd Webber, lyrics by Charles Hart. My double-CD edition of PTO includes the full script of the play and is where I have pulled the lyrics to this wonderful song from.
Focusing on the very end of Scene 4, beginning of Scene 5, Second Act of PTO.
Warning: Depressing
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In sleep
he sang to me,
in dreams
he came...
that voice
which calls to me
and speaks
my name...
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Yuugi lay on his back in bed, staring dully out his window at the night sky. He wore a black sweat suit, and thick black socks to ward off the chill he felt. The millennium puzzle lay on his desk, bathed in the glow of the two candles placed to either side of it. Tonight made two months without a word, a thought, or the faintest glimmer from the puzzle. The other six millennium items had all become inert the same night the puzzle had, and not even Ishizu knew what had happened. He wondered if Ryou felt as empty as he did...
Mentally he reached out to the spirit of the puzzle, pouring into the message all the longing, all the loneliness that he felt. back to me...'
It was after midnight when he finally began drifting into a half-sleep. He felt himself floating, and called out again. 'Yami...'
'Aibou.' The quiet and familiar voice jerked Yuugi from his shallow sleep. He searched his room frantically, crying bitterly when no trace of the spirit could be found. It had only been a cruel dream. He flung himself back onto the bed, and sobbed until he fell into an exhausted sleep.
He ran through familiar convoluted stone corridors the color of desert sands, unheeding of the darkness, uncaring of the traps he knew were there. His steps were sure as he pelted down one hallway after another, chasing something he could never quite see, never quite catch. A ghostly image always just ahead of him.
A remembered voice echoed around him, singing snatches of Ancient Egyptian tunes that he had never managed to learn the words to. He kept running, searching for the golden door, but it wasn't there... it never was...
He woke again at dawn on the verge of tears. His dreams were becoming too painful, feeling the loss anew each morning he awoke and the spirit was silent...