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After Yami first told everyone about seeing Yugi, and everyone stopped being really unsure of what to say, things went back to normal. The science block was refurnished and rebuilt. Yami returned to school, and, even though he was quieter than he used to be, acted almost normally again.

Life was normal, apart from the void left by Yugi's death. One of the changes Yami went through was that he didn't like mixing chemicals in chemistry. This, everyone knew, was totally understandable, due to the circumstances of Yugi's death.

Though no one knew it, Yami often looked for Yugi. Glancing through a crowded corridor, Yami would look to see if Yugi was there – sometimes, Yami would see him, and he would be in a good mood for the rest of the day. Other times, Yami would just touch the feather in his pocket.

To everyone else, it was the feather that was the main mystery. No bird could ever have white-shot-silver wings, and if there was, it would have been discovered. The feathers were so beautiful, it would be hard to miss a bird like that.

Still, the gang – minus Yami – would discuss it. They took time to talk to each other about their present situation. Though none of them showed it, they were still pretty worried about Yami after the whole 'I saw Yugi thing'.

"How do you think he's getting on?" Ryou asked Téa one day. They were in English, and Yami was writing in his journal, as he took to doing now, totally oblivious to the conversation going on behind him.

"Fine, I think. At least he's dropped the whole Angel thing."

"True, but I think he still wants it to be real."

"Most probably," said Seto, joining in the conversation. "Apparently, you never can truly heal from death."

"I could understand that." Agreed Ryou.

"Yeah. I think he's getting over it slowly. At least he's not distant."

"Right."

It was almost six months after Yugi's death when the earthquake struck. It was lunchtime, so most of the students were outside. However, there were some who were still inside, whether they were at a meeting, practicing something or finishing work.

Yami was sitting at the back in one of the upstairs English classrooms. He was writing in his journal, because he was alone and he could write whatever he wanted without fear of being caught by someone looking over his shoulder.

When the earthquake first struck, it was with such force that Yami was thrown backwards, hitting the back wall of the classroom. He got up, ready to get out of the building.

Then the floor he was standing on gave way. He fell down onto the rubble of the broken floor, severe pain shooing through his right leg. Glancing down, Yami saw that it was at a very strange angle, and bleeding freely. Surely broken.

Yami then took in his surroundings. He was in a science room. The only place he didn't want to be at this exact moment.

Yami tried to get up, but couldn't. The earthquake seemed to have stopped. Yami breathed a sigh of relief. A broken leg, but still alive.

As he was sitting, entwined in the thoughts of his miraculous escape for death, a tremor of the earthquake hit. No where near as large as the earthquake its self, but enough to cause Yami new emotions.

Fear and panic.

Fear and panic from one sound. One tiny sound. Only that, and his world, his miraculous escape, was changed in the blink of an eye.

The sound of something made of glass dropping from a shelf. And breaking.

The sound of the igniting flames as two chemicals flared in a fire.

Well, there you have it. I might kill Yami. I might not, too…you never know…