Jump on the angst train! Woot-woo! ^-^ Did you all really think that I would just keep everything all fluffy? XD Okay, this one is a bit fluffy, but the main idea of it is angst. I had to write something to get the gross image of YxA out of my brain. *shudders* (Sorry to all of you who support that pairing...) I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

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Remembering Yuugi~

The sun was at its lowest point in the sky as the train sped across the bridge. Vivid oranges and reds that could take your breath away and then give it back in a sudden sweep spanned across the sky in a seamless beauty. Where the last light of the sun hit them, the clouds turned pink—like big, soft bundles of cotton candy. The water reflected this amazing sight, sending all the colors on a collision course, and where they hit was a light spark of purple. Yuuki Atemu stared at it, her pink shell lips slightly parted. She pressed her face to the glass, trying to get a better look.

"Hey, Yuuki," Yami said softly, looking to his six year-old daughter as she tried to take in the big picture in just one look.

"Huh?" She peeled her rounded features from the window and looked up at her father.

"Do you want to hear about you're mommy?" He tilted his head.

"Yeah."

"All right, then," Yami reached over and picked up his daughter and placed her on the seat next to him. He tucked her shoulder-length blonde hair—ends tipped with a natural crimson—behind her ear. She folded her hands in her lap and looked up at Yami with the same calmness her mother had once had. "Let's see," Yami muttered, looking back out the window. "You're mother…was a crybaby." He smiled to himself and looked to Yuuki again. "When we first met, your mom was weak and not sure of many things. He would often stand still at the foot of the hill that our school was on. Guess what he said on the foot of that hill?"

"I don't know, daddy."

Yami smiled. "Mommy would close his eyes and say, 'Ginger pork'," Yami laughed at his daughter's expression. "That was mommy's habit. He would say something he wanted to eat out loud to gather is courage. His mother was busy at the time, and she never had the time to make him a lunch. She could have if she tried, but your mommy always told her not to." Yami clenched his fist. "That was just what mommy was like. He never wanted anyone to spend extra time on things he could do himself. Then…"

Yami trailed off and stared at nothing in particular. He looked back to Yuuki and laughed lightly and scratched his head.
"Ah…and then…" Yuuki blinked up at her father. "And then…mommy was…" Yami took in a deep, shuddering breath, and a stream of hot, fresh tears started falling down his face. He barely felt them as they fell onto his clenched hand. He tried to breathe, but it felt like everything was closing in on him.

"And then…Yuugi…h-he..." Suddenly, Yami could see him. All of him.

Yuugi tilting his head and smiling. Yuugi on the floor crying. Yuugi trying an failing, only to try again and succeed. Yuugi in the kitchen making dinner. "Y…Yuugi…" The way he turned red when he told Yami he loved him. The way he'd felt when Yami kissed him. Yuugi's warm body next to his as they went to sleep. Yuugi's arms around his waist in a tight, never ending hug. "Yuugi…" His limp form as Yami saw him on the hospital bed. Yami's sadness and hurt when he felt Yuugi's cold hand that held a silver ring on his ring finger. The distant sounds of Yuuki's sobs as the doctors cleaned her up and covered Yuugi's still beautiful face.

Yami covered his face with his hands, and there was a sudden light touch on his shoulder. He looked up and saw his daughter staring up at him; one hand to her mouth as tears fell over the edge of her eyes as well.

"D-daddy…"

Yami stared at her, and he laughed.
"Why are you crying, too?" He held her face and wiped her tears away. "I'm sorry, I was remembering your mommy." He shuffled his hand through her hair and pushed her bangs from her face. He wiped his cheek on his sleeve. "Yuuki. I've been a pretty bad daddy the past few years. After mommy died I…I thought I would die, too. I'm sorry, Yuuki. Were you lonely?"

Yuuki sniffed loudly and offered her father a small nod.

"I see…" Yami sniffed, too. "But I'll…I'll do my best from now on, because I want to see you grow up and become the wonderful girl I know you'll be. Because I want to be with you."

"I want to be with you, too, daddy," Yuuki said, clenching her small hands to her chest. "Daddy?"

"Hm?"

"Does…does that mean it's all right…to not hold it in anymore? Grandma once told me…that the places I should cry are in the bathroom…and in daddy's arms."

"Yeah…" Yami felt new tears starting to form. "Yeah. You can cry anywhere and anytime you'd like."
Yuuki crawled over the seat and sat in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and soon, she started to sob. Yami hesitated only for a moment before he wrapped his arms around his daughters shaking body.

"I'm sorry…" He said, holding her close. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Yuuki cried on her father's shoulder, blubbering out incoherent words. For a minute, they sat like that as the train rattled around them. Soon, Yuuki's sobs became cries, which became sniffs, and she finally settled into a round of hiccups.

"All right, let's keep going." He took another breath, but kept Yuuki in his arms. "Mommy wanted to do theater at the time. Do you know what theater is…?"

Yuugi…
I finally found it.
Something only I can protect.
Something that needs me as much as I need it.
The precious thing only I can protect.

Yuugi…
You knew…

It was here…the whole time.
Our precious daughter.

Yuuki.

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