This is the follow-up to Act Your Age. You pretty much hafta read that first, seeing as this is a follow up...
This is in the form of Yugi's journal, about two years after AYA.
By the way, there was a flame for AYA!Oh my God!See, I really don't care, I'm being very sarcastic. But the reviews are currently: 90 positive/1 negative. See why I don't really care? =)
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Dear Journal;
Hi! I finally got my homework done, thank GOD...
Anyhow, we're going to the cemetery to see Mom, Dad, and Brandon. Today would've been Brandon's 22nd birthday, so we're going to do the 'respects' thing.
Yami found the cell phone, thank God. I hafta call Anzu so I can cancel our plans for tonight. We were gonna see a movie, but, well, now we're not.
I still can't believe it's been two years. Yami still has a scar from the bullet, and it looks like an appendix scar, only kinda in the wrong place.Imagine that, eh?
Well, I think I better go, Yami's yelling for me.
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Dear Journal;
Wow, it's frikin cold out. Yami and me put flowers on Mom and Dad's grave, and Brandon's, of course. I think Yami was trying not to cry, the big softie. I guess I can't blame him. Mom and Dad, that's obvious. Brandon was his best friend, too.
Well, now that he's old enough, I hope he doesn't drink himself stupid at Hooters or something.
Hehehe...Yami at Hooters.That'd be great.Watch me luagh. (luaghing)
Anyhow, now Yami's ordering a pizza, yay.
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Dear Journal;
I had this terrible nightmare just now. I dreamt that Yami and me were in Yami's car, sleeping, and...well...
Adrian.
Yeah, Adrian. I hate that name, I hate that name....
Anyways...He was trying to get in the car. I woke up(still in the dream) and screamed. Yami woke up(still in the dream) and Adrian shot and killed him!
It was so scary. Don't laugh but....I hope Adrian stays dead. He was really messed up, man....As you can tell, I'm still having trouble with the whole situation.
I tried to be brave that one night.On Yami's birthday, when Adrian got out of jail. Adrian had always been jealous of Yami, because 1), Yami was the lead singer of the band, and 2), Yami accidently stole his ex girlfriend.
See, that's why I have this journal. The therapist said that the best way to deal with this was to write it down. I used to be afriad to. Yami would sit me down and say 'Yugi Mutoh, you are not leaving that chair untill you write in this notebook!' and he'd give me this notebook and a pen, and I'd sit there for a few hours.
The first thing I'd written was 'I miss my parents.' and I started crying when I wrote it. Yami had seen it and said he was sorry for forcing me to do it, but if he hadn't, I wouldn't have had 'closure'. Or something like that.
Anyways, I have school tomorrow, and it's pretty late, so I'd better wrap it up.
(draws picture of a present)Ha, I am so funny.
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Dear Journal;
I told Yami about my dream, and he said it's my way of coping. He also pointed out that he had some rather vivid nightmares after what happened.
Me and Anzu are going to have dinner at my place tonight. I'm so excited. Yami said he had to work late, so we'd have the place to ourselves. He was a little reluctant, but, God, it's not like we're gonna have hot kinky sex on his bed.
Yes, Yami finally got a bed. Actually, it's one of those pull-out couches. But we still call it his bed.
Well, Anzu is on her way, so I better get cleaned up.
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Dear Journal;
Yami ordered take out. Yesterday went really good! Anzu says I cook well. My ego swelled like a balloon.
I think my pen is running dry...Anyway, Yami found some time to himself and is playing his guitar. He hardly gets to anymore.
That's kind of sad, though... That guitar really makes Yami happy. I remember when I kind-of accidently-on purpose broke two of the strings on it. I did it because Yami had taken the batteries out of my Gameboy to put in his CD player. Anyway, I went in there with a knife and broke them. Not very safe for someone may age then, but I was really mad.
When he found out, he got really mad, and then Dad came upstairs and was like 'Why are you yelling?' and Yami told him. Then he slammed the door and knocked our family portrait off the wall, and the glass had broken, and he had to sweep it up.
I also remember he cried.He doesn't do that alot. I think he tries to look tough for me, I dunno, Yami's kind of weird.
But it's a good weird.
Anyway, he had been grounded from a concert. Normally, he'd've been like 'Yeah, okay, whatever, I hate you now'. But he got all upset because he was going with his girlfriend, who was more or less the reason why Adrian did what he did.
Now that I know what happened then, I feel bad for breaking his guitar. Of course, he had it fixed. And I vowed I'd never touch it again.
So, this was quite the long entry. My hand hurts, oooow writing cramps.
Okay, so I gotta go, because I have homework and I want to hear Yami play some Nirvana on his guitar.
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Dear Journal;
Remeber last night, when I said I liked hearing Yami play? Well, I went in there and he was playing this really sad song. Then he started singing. I don't think he knew I was there, but I sat behind the couch and listened to him.
I feel so bad for him. Why does everything have to happen to us? First I practically distroyed his guitar, then Mom and Dad died, then I got fucking RAPED, then Yami got SHOT, then Brandon DIED....
Okay, I'm crying now. I hate crying. Yami always knows when I'm crying, and he always knows where I am when I'm crying, so he can find me and comfort me and make me feel like I'm still seven years old. Still having nightmares about the monster under the bed, and big brother Yami has to run in and say 'Don't worry, Little Yugi. It'll be okay. Do you want me to go get Mom?'
Go get Mom. I never wanted him to get Mom much, because Mom would just sit on the bed and say 'Yugi, you don't need to be afraid. THERE ARE NO MONSTERS.'
Then when I'd say 'No, Yami, please don't go' He'd smile and say 'Okay, Yugi, I'll stay.' and he'd sing something.
Yami really likes singing. He always has. He got it from Mom, I think. Anyways, he'd sing to me and I'd fall asleep.
I don't want that anymore.
I want to be able to handle my nightmares, and all this 'dealing-with-Adrian' stuff. Yami keeps feeling that he has to help me, but I don't need him anymore. I'm sixteen years old now, I can almost drive Yami's car, I have a girlfriend.
I'm not a little kid anymore.
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Dear Journal;
I feel really bad about my last entry. I was thinking about it at school. I guess Yami doesn't want anything to happen to me, and that's very nice. He probably doesn't know he's treating me like a kid. I'll have to talk to him about it.
Anyway, I got a 'B+' on my Math final. Jounouchi said he got a 'C-', which is good for him. I told him I was proud and he said his dad was too.
Why hasn't Yami come home yet? I'm getting worried. It's like...six-thirty. Maybe I should call?
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Dear Journal;
Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God.....
Car wreck!Yes, Yami was in a CAR WRECK. I called and he answered and said 'Yugi??Oh, sorry I'm not home, I was kind of in a car wreck.'
I swear, if you saw my face, you'd probably luagh. But you shouldn't, coz it's not funny. So shut up.
Anyway, he's okay, he says. He went to the hospital just in case. He said his head hurts and his back hurts. I really hope he wasn't lying, he sounded like he was in pain.
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Dear Journal;
Yes!Yami's okay. Minor concussion. Minor. Not major, not a few steps from death, but MINOR! Score!
He says hospital beds suck. Go figure.
Anyway, he's back home now, and I made dinner, since 1) he can't cook for the life of him, and 2) he's really tired. I made macaroni and cheese from the box, and he ate a little bit, but that's still something.
Anyway, he said the weirdest thing. 'Yugi, someday I'm gonna teach you how to play guitar.'
Talk about weird, hunh? Must've been the minor cuncussion talking.
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Dear Journal;
Yami still has a headache, but I guess that's normal. Hell, I'm not a doctor.
Anyway, I guess he wasn't kidding last night, because he said that tonight, he was going to show me how to play. I'm in a state of shock right now, in homeroom. Anzu is waiting me to finish writing. So patient.
That car wreck deal was really scary. I don't want to loose Yami...Maybe that happened because of what I wrote...! ....I think I need to chill out for a minute.....Okay.....allright.....Okay. No longer thinking like a crazy person. Okay.
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Dear Journal;
What a night. Yami is still trying to teach me guitar. It's not that easy, let me tell you. A,B,C,D,E,F, and G strings. Tuning it up. He played 'Unforgiven' by someone called 'Metallica', and he said it was ALOT longer, he just played the opening.
Geez.
So, other than learning to play guitar, getting cuaght maiking out with Anzuby Mr. Hazuchi(the physics teacher) at the fountain, homework, and worring if Yami is REALLY okay, I guess things are finally getting back to the way they used to be, before I cursed our lives by breaking the strigns on Yami's guitar,
I'm joking, I'm joking...yeesh.
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This is in the form of Yugi's journal, about two years after AYA.
By the way, there was a flame for AYA!Oh my God!See, I really don't care, I'm being very sarcastic. But the reviews are currently: 90 positive/1 negative. See why I don't really care? =)
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Dear Journal;
Hi! I finally got my homework done, thank GOD...
Anyhow, we're going to the cemetery to see Mom, Dad, and Brandon. Today would've been Brandon's 22nd birthday, so we're going to do the 'respects' thing.
Yami found the cell phone, thank God. I hafta call Anzu so I can cancel our plans for tonight. We were gonna see a movie, but, well, now we're not.
I still can't believe it's been two years. Yami still has a scar from the bullet, and it looks like an appendix scar, only kinda in the wrong place.Imagine that, eh?
Well, I think I better go, Yami's yelling for me.
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Dear Journal;
Wow, it's frikin cold out. Yami and me put flowers on Mom and Dad's grave, and Brandon's, of course. I think Yami was trying not to cry, the big softie. I guess I can't blame him. Mom and Dad, that's obvious. Brandon was his best friend, too.
Well, now that he's old enough, I hope he doesn't drink himself stupid at Hooters or something.
Hehehe...Yami at Hooters.That'd be great.Watch me luagh. (luaghing)
Anyhow, now Yami's ordering a pizza, yay.
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Dear Journal;
I had this terrible nightmare just now. I dreamt that Yami and me were in Yami's car, sleeping, and...well...
Adrian.
Yeah, Adrian. I hate that name, I hate that name....
Anyways...He was trying to get in the car. I woke up(still in the dream) and screamed. Yami woke up(still in the dream) and Adrian shot and killed him!
It was so scary. Don't laugh but....I hope Adrian stays dead. He was really messed up, man....As you can tell, I'm still having trouble with the whole situation.
I tried to be brave that one night.On Yami's birthday, when Adrian got out of jail. Adrian had always been jealous of Yami, because 1), Yami was the lead singer of the band, and 2), Yami accidently stole his ex girlfriend.
See, that's why I have this journal. The therapist said that the best way to deal with this was to write it down. I used to be afriad to. Yami would sit me down and say 'Yugi Mutoh, you are not leaving that chair untill you write in this notebook!' and he'd give me this notebook and a pen, and I'd sit there for a few hours.
The first thing I'd written was 'I miss my parents.' and I started crying when I wrote it. Yami had seen it and said he was sorry for forcing me to do it, but if he hadn't, I wouldn't have had 'closure'. Or something like that.
Anyways, I have school tomorrow, and it's pretty late, so I'd better wrap it up.
(draws picture of a present)Ha, I am so funny.
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Dear Journal;
I told Yami about my dream, and he said it's my way of coping. He also pointed out that he had some rather vivid nightmares after what happened.
Me and Anzu are going to have dinner at my place tonight. I'm so excited. Yami said he had to work late, so we'd have the place to ourselves. He was a little reluctant, but, God, it's not like we're gonna have hot kinky sex on his bed.
Yes, Yami finally got a bed. Actually, it's one of those pull-out couches. But we still call it his bed.
Well, Anzu is on her way, so I better get cleaned up.
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Dear Journal;
Yami ordered take out. Yesterday went really good! Anzu says I cook well. My ego swelled like a balloon.
I think my pen is running dry...Anyway, Yami found some time to himself and is playing his guitar. He hardly gets to anymore.
That's kind of sad, though... That guitar really makes Yami happy. I remember when I kind-of accidently-on purpose broke two of the strings on it. I did it because Yami had taken the batteries out of my Gameboy to put in his CD player. Anyway, I went in there with a knife and broke them. Not very safe for someone may age then, but I was really mad.
When he found out, he got really mad, and then Dad came upstairs and was like 'Why are you yelling?' and Yami told him. Then he slammed the door and knocked our family portrait off the wall, and the glass had broken, and he had to sweep it up.
I also remember he cried.He doesn't do that alot. I think he tries to look tough for me, I dunno, Yami's kind of weird.
But it's a good weird.
Anyway, he had been grounded from a concert. Normally, he'd've been like 'Yeah, okay, whatever, I hate you now'. But he got all upset because he was going with his girlfriend, who was more or less the reason why Adrian did what he did.
Now that I know what happened then, I feel bad for breaking his guitar. Of course, he had it fixed. And I vowed I'd never touch it again.
So, this was quite the long entry. My hand hurts, oooow writing cramps.
Okay, so I gotta go, because I have homework and I want to hear Yami play some Nirvana on his guitar.
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Dear Journal;
Remeber last night, when I said I liked hearing Yami play? Well, I went in there and he was playing this really sad song. Then he started singing. I don't think he knew I was there, but I sat behind the couch and listened to him.
I feel so bad for him. Why does everything have to happen to us? First I practically distroyed his guitar, then Mom and Dad died, then I got fucking RAPED, then Yami got SHOT, then Brandon DIED....
Okay, I'm crying now. I hate crying. Yami always knows when I'm crying, and he always knows where I am when I'm crying, so he can find me and comfort me and make me feel like I'm still seven years old. Still having nightmares about the monster under the bed, and big brother Yami has to run in and say 'Don't worry, Little Yugi. It'll be okay. Do you want me to go get Mom?'
Go get Mom. I never wanted him to get Mom much, because Mom would just sit on the bed and say 'Yugi, you don't need to be afraid. THERE ARE NO MONSTERS.'
Then when I'd say 'No, Yami, please don't go' He'd smile and say 'Okay, Yugi, I'll stay.' and he'd sing something.
Yami really likes singing. He always has. He got it from Mom, I think. Anyways, he'd sing to me and I'd fall asleep.
I don't want that anymore.
I want to be able to handle my nightmares, and all this 'dealing-with-Adrian' stuff. Yami keeps feeling that he has to help me, but I don't need him anymore. I'm sixteen years old now, I can almost drive Yami's car, I have a girlfriend.
I'm not a little kid anymore.
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Dear Journal;
I feel really bad about my last entry. I was thinking about it at school. I guess Yami doesn't want anything to happen to me, and that's very nice. He probably doesn't know he's treating me like a kid. I'll have to talk to him about it.
Anyway, I got a 'B+' on my Math final. Jounouchi said he got a 'C-', which is good for him. I told him I was proud and he said his dad was too.
Why hasn't Yami come home yet? I'm getting worried. It's like...six-thirty. Maybe I should call?
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Dear Journal;
Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God.....
Car wreck!Yes, Yami was in a CAR WRECK. I called and he answered and said 'Yugi??Oh, sorry I'm not home, I was kind of in a car wreck.'
I swear, if you saw my face, you'd probably luagh. But you shouldn't, coz it's not funny. So shut up.
Anyway, he's okay, he says. He went to the hospital just in case. He said his head hurts and his back hurts. I really hope he wasn't lying, he sounded like he was in pain.
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Dear Journal;
Yes!Yami's okay. Minor concussion. Minor. Not major, not a few steps from death, but MINOR! Score!
He says hospital beds suck. Go figure.
Anyway, he's back home now, and I made dinner, since 1) he can't cook for the life of him, and 2) he's really tired. I made macaroni and cheese from the box, and he ate a little bit, but that's still something.
Anyway, he said the weirdest thing. 'Yugi, someday I'm gonna teach you how to play guitar.'
Talk about weird, hunh? Must've been the minor cuncussion talking.
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Dear Journal;
Yami still has a headache, but I guess that's normal. Hell, I'm not a doctor.
Anyway, I guess he wasn't kidding last night, because he said that tonight, he was going to show me how to play. I'm in a state of shock right now, in homeroom. Anzu is waiting me to finish writing. So patient.
That car wreck deal was really scary. I don't want to loose Yami...Maybe that happened because of what I wrote...! ....I think I need to chill out for a minute.....Okay.....allright.....Okay. No longer thinking like a crazy person. Okay.
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Dear Journal;
What a night. Yami is still trying to teach me guitar. It's not that easy, let me tell you. A,B,C,D,E,F, and G strings. Tuning it up. He played 'Unforgiven' by someone called 'Metallica', and he said it was ALOT longer, he just played the opening.
Geez.
So, other than learning to play guitar, getting cuaght maiking out with Anzuby Mr. Hazuchi(the physics teacher) at the fountain, homework, and worring if Yami is REALLY okay, I guess things are finally getting back to the way they used to be, before I cursed our lives by breaking the strigns on Yami's guitar,
I'm joking, I'm joking...yeesh.
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