Author's Notes: Holy crap, I didn't realize people *okay, a person* was so desperate for me to post… Many many apologies to my loyal readers *bows over and over*. School is EVIL!!! EVIL, I say!!
Thank you, Alex, for reviewing and giving me a nice jump-start. This chapter's been sitting on my computer forever, and I just never got a chance to post it. So, I hope it lives up to your expectations! ^_^;;;
It's very short, so I think I'm going to post the *in my opinion, very lame* ending as well… so short-lived… I must write over spring break *starts today*. In fact, I PROMISE I'll write over spring break.
Whether it'll be good, well, that's another thing entirely. ^_~
One last note: thanks to everyone who corrected my card mistakes… I'll keep those suggestions in mind in future fics.
So, enough with my blathering; here's chapter four!
Chapter 4: Back to Reality
'…and victorious he certainly was,' the Dark Magician mused, snapping back to the present. Yami was still slumped against the wall, which came as no surprise to the violet-clad mage. He wished he could comfort the poor boy…
Yami looked up suddenly, and the Dark Magician froze; the boy looked so desolate…
As he continued to stare the boy down, he noticed that the boy was looking more confused by the moment. Finally, the fiery-haired Pharaoh stood and glared up at the mage.
"Are you real or not?!" he cried out in frustration, before blushing furiously and drooping back against the wall.
The Dark Magician noticed, suddenly, that in his musing, he hadn't been paying attention to his own actions. Consequently, Yami, he realized, must have seen him move. As he resettled his gaze on the former Pharaoh, he felt his throat constrict painfully at the look in the boy's eyes. 'He was so young when the ceremony was performed…'
Yami, though he was technically several millennia old, was still merely a child; one that had been forced to grow up far too quickly.
As Yami lowered his head once more, the Dark Magician could take it no longer. This boy was his master just as much as Yugi himself was, and his master needed comfort. He knew Yami would never ask it of anyone, and it was time he took it into his own hands.
Concentrating on the thin barrier between the Shadow Realm and Yami's soul room, he began to force his way through. Soon enough, he emerged from the stone tablet. He stood, looking down at the spirit, still going unnoticed by the latter…
The Dark Magician knelt next to the shaking spirit, wondering absently what to do next. He did not have long to contemplate this, though, as it was then that the boy looked up. The mage watched the emotions flash through Yami's eyes: confusion, relief, surprise, and finally, 'fear…'
The Dark Magician was startled. 'Why is he afraid?'
End Notes: I know, I know. Very short. Chapter five is being posted today as well, and it may be the end… I'm not too happy with how it turned out though… We'll see.