Yugi watched, yet again, as Yami followed close behind Tea, Joey, and Tristan. Yugi's head fell in defeat. A soft, gentle hand was placed on his shoulder. Looking back, he saw long white hair and soft, doe brown eyes. Ryou.

Yugi hugged the boy tightly, he hugged back just as tight.

The hug was short, but a bit helpful. Marik, Bakura, and Melvin stood behind the two.

"Don't let them get to you." Ryou said to him. "They'll see their mistake soon."

Bakura scoffed.

"No they won't." Melvin spoke, earning a slap to the chest from Marik.

"Don't talk like that!" He commanded harshly.

Bakura wrapped his arms around his look a like.

"Stop shouting, the psycho's got a point." Bakura told them in a monotone voice.

"You're just as bad, Bakura!" Ryou turned to him shouting.

"It's fine." A soft voice spoke, cutting off the arguing boy's.

They all turned to him.

"I already knew none of it would change." Yugi's tears were streaming down his face. Ryou rushed back to him, and embraced him once again.

"We'll figure this out." He whispered encouragingly.

"Okay." Yugi nodded in his friends arms.

Weeks past. Nothing changed. Yami got farther away with everyday. Yugi was tired of waiting.

Yami walked groggily into the Kame Game Shop. It was well past midnight. He had his friends had gone to play at the arcade for a while before taking pizza and soda to one of Tea's movie marathons. Genre that night: Horror. They would do this every week with new movies. Yami looked to the clock over the stove as he shuffled into the kitchen. 2:13 am. He had eaten at Tea's, but he knew Yugi had made him some snacks for when he got back. He always did, even though Yami had left him. Opening the fridge, he saw the usual small basket that Yugi would put his food in. Three rice balls tonight. He picked up the basket and went to his room.

Yugi listened as footsteps past by his closed door. Why is her so late? He asked in his mind. He must of had fun. Yugi looked to the clock beside him. 2:21. He really doesn't need me anymore. Yugi silently cried to himself. Why did Yami do this to him?

The next day was gloomy. Rain fell from the gray clouds in the sky of Domino City. In the Kame Game Shop, Yugi Motou awoke. Yugi quickly went down stairs to make breakfast. He made two dishes, since grandpa Motou was gone for a mission back in America. Yami hadn't left any notes telling him he would be gone that day, so Yugi believed that he was in his room still sleeping.

Yugi finished breakfast. Setting the table, he called for Yami. No answer. Yugi, concerned, hurried up the stairs. Yami wasn't a heavy sleeper. He knocked on the door.

"Yami? Yami, are you okay!?" Yugi cried.

No answer.

"Yami!?" Yugi had tears streaming down his face now. Was Yami sick? Injured? What was wrong?

Yugi opened the door, to worried to Cate about privacy at the moment.

Yami was gone.

Yugi pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Yami.

Yugi- Yami is everything alright? Where are you?

Yugi waited for an answer for a good 15 minutes. He feared something had happened to him. Yami's text back was nothing Yugi expected.

Yami- I don't have to tell you everything I do! Just leave me and get out of my life!

Yugi's eyes filled wth fresh tears. He had finally given up.

Yugi sent a short text to his friends.

Ding! Dong!

It was the doorbell.

Yugi opened the door. His face was wet and puffy with tears, his once pointy hair was drooping.

"Yugi!?" Ryou cried, wrapping his arms around the broken boy. "What happened!?"

"You look like crap." Bakura said bluntly. Ryou punched his arm as hard as he could, before going back to embracing Yugi.

Yugi showed them the text Yami had sent him, and everything else.

Marik's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hey look, little M has an idea." Bakura pointed out.

"What's up Marik?" Ryou asked him.

Marik looked up at them.

"I think Yugi needs a fresh start."

Yugi and Ryou looked at him confused, signaling him to be enlightened in this plan.

Melvin and Bakura listened from the couch.

Marik sighed.

"I'm thinking that maybe it would be good for Yugi to leave Japan."

"WHAT!" Ryou shouted. "Yugi can't go out there alone!"

"I am very well aware of that." Marik told his worrisome friend. "That's why we're going with him."

"Excuse me!" Bakura shouted.

Marik rolled his eyes.

"With Ryou's money, we could get a plane and go anywhere in the world that we can all agree on." Marik explained.

"Okay, but why do I have to go?" Bakura asked.

"Because I say so!" Marik told the angry man.

"You're not the F-ing Pariah! Don't tell me what to do, not even he could!"

"Wait a minute!" Ryou cried. "How would we do any of this!?"

"We'd take a plane, Ryou." Marik said.

"Where would we go!?"

"Anywhere!"

"What would we do!?"

"JUST SHUT UP!" Bakura raised his voice, obviously annoyed with all the stupid questions coming out of his other half's mouth.

"I don't see why we can't go, but it's not like I want to go." Bakura turned to Marik.

"Please Bakura." Marik begged.

"Fine! But I'm only going to keep you all in line." Bakura blushed slightly at Marik's face.

"What do you think Melvin?" Marik asked the psycho.

"TORTURE!" Melvin cried out in an evil voice.

"Of course you're thinking about that." Marik rolled his eyes. "How about we go somewhere that torture ran wild a long time ago? A place where you can learn several new ways of torture?" Marik asked him as sweet as he could.

Melvin nodded his head quickly, panting like a dog all the while.

"Yugi?"

Yugi pulled himself away from Ryou.

"Let's go."

"Where is this place of torture?" Bakura asked.

"I'm glad you asked, Bakura." Marik said smiling. "We're going to France."

Ryou looked between the four. What had he gotten into?