Rio: Two more reviews! Thanks to Moon Angel and agentpudge. And don't worry
Moon Angel. Yami will come in soon. I promise.
Dax: Except that he doesn't really act like Yami.
Rio: Shhhhh! Maybe he is a little OOC, but that's the whole point!
Dax: OOC is an understatement.
Rio: Shut up already. Just let the people read.
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Chapter 4
A New Resurrection
Yugi lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking mostly about Anzu. He liked her a lot but he could never tell her that. He knew she didn't feel the same way. To her, he was just a defensive boy who needs someone to stick up for him. The thought made him embarrassed and ashamed of himself. He wanted to get his mind off Anzu.
Walking down stairs, he turned on the lights to the game shop. He had closed it about ten minutes ago, but he wasn't quite done down here. Once again he reached behind the shelf and brought down the golden box. Sitting on the cold floor, he began to work on it some more.
The pieces seemed to come easier tonight. He felt relaxed and was actually enjoying just sitting here working on the puzzle. He let his thoughts drift as he casually tried various pieces here and there. He thought about his mom and dad, who had died when he was younger, and his grandpa, who had died too soon ago. He wished that someone was here. That someone would come up behind him and wrap him in a warm embrace and tell him how proud they were. He wanted his mother, of his grandpa, or Anzu. He was so desperate and lonely for love, he wouldn't mind Joey in the room.
He looked down, and saw his hands shaking. One! There was only one piece left. Apparently, he had finished putting together the puzzle without even realizing it! He was shaking now. All he had to do was insert this one piece, and it would be finished. His grandpa would be so proud if he was here.
He fiddled with the gold piece for a moment. It was the center piece of the eye. Carefully and gracefully, he took a deep breath and was just about to put the last piece in when. he stopped. His eyes grew wide. He realized something. That if he finished this, if he inserted the final piece, what then. It would be over. There wouldn't be anything after that. He would have a complete puzzle and an empty hiding spot and nothing more. Was it really worth it? To insert the last piece and gain practically nothing for all the time he put into it. It reminded him a lot like the stories he had heard about love. Putting your heart and soul into it and getting nothing. Was he ready for such pain?
He took another deep breath. Why was this so important to him? It was just a puzzle. There were dozens of puzzles in the game shop. He had finished countless puzzles before. Why did this one matter so much?
Because of the legend of eternal love, he thought to himself. The stories that said that if you completed this puzzle than you would be granted eternal love. He wanted love. At least that's what he told himself. But the more he thought, the more he realized that he might not be ready. And what if the legend weren't true? What if he was hurt again? He didn't think he could handle that.
It's just a puzzle, he told himself. Just finish it and start another one. There's no such thing as a magic puzzle that grants eternal love. With another calming breath, he inserted the last piece. And suddenly.
There was nothing. No eternal love. Just a finished puzzle that shone when the light hit it. He laughed silently to himself. Like I expected anything to happen. He stood, brushed himself off, and set the puzzle on the counter. He laughed out loud this time. Such a fake laugh. But he kept telling himself that fairy tales only exist in books.
Turning the lights off, he left the puzzle on the counter. He figured he would put it away tomorrow. Or maybe even display it on a shelf or in a window. He didn't really care what happened to it now. It was finished, and he knew it. Walking upstairs, he soon fell into a fit full sleep.
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He was dreaming. In this dream, his parents were there. And so was his grandpa. They were smiling. They love him, and they were telling him that. Then there was this light. A beautiful bright light, and they told him to go towards it (A/N: No, he's not dying.) and he couldn't resist. It was pulling him in. And then he was falling.
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He woke with a start. He thought he had heard something. Maybe he was still dreaming. It was dark. He was about to go back to bed when he was positive that he heard something. It was faint, but he knew he heard it. It sounded like.footsteps! Oh God, he thought. Someone's in the shop!
He didn't move. He did his best not to make a sound. He hoped that who ever was done there would just take whatever they wanted and go. He prayed that they wouldn't come up here and find him. But just then, he heard the footsteps again.creaking on the stairs. He froze. His blood ran cold.
Standing in the doorway was a person. Or an angel. The man seemed surrounded in light.
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Rio: Oh, who is the man in the doorway? Take a wild guess, Dax!
Dax: * sarcastically * Umm. Is it.Yami?
Rio: How did you know? And you're not supposed to tell them!
Dax: Don't mind Ms. Obvious over there. She's having a nervous breakdown from homework. Just review and she'll be all better. And who wants a slight lemon in the next chapter?
Rio: Oh, I do! I do!
Dax: You are such a hentai.
Rio: Am not! Well.maybe a little. * cough * Just review please.
Dax: Except that he doesn't really act like Yami.
Rio: Shhhhh! Maybe he is a little OOC, but that's the whole point!
Dax: OOC is an understatement.
Rio: Shut up already. Just let the people read.
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Chapter 4
A New Resurrection
Yugi lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking mostly about Anzu. He liked her a lot but he could never tell her that. He knew she didn't feel the same way. To her, he was just a defensive boy who needs someone to stick up for him. The thought made him embarrassed and ashamed of himself. He wanted to get his mind off Anzu.
Walking down stairs, he turned on the lights to the game shop. He had closed it about ten minutes ago, but he wasn't quite done down here. Once again he reached behind the shelf and brought down the golden box. Sitting on the cold floor, he began to work on it some more.
The pieces seemed to come easier tonight. He felt relaxed and was actually enjoying just sitting here working on the puzzle. He let his thoughts drift as he casually tried various pieces here and there. He thought about his mom and dad, who had died when he was younger, and his grandpa, who had died too soon ago. He wished that someone was here. That someone would come up behind him and wrap him in a warm embrace and tell him how proud they were. He wanted his mother, of his grandpa, or Anzu. He was so desperate and lonely for love, he wouldn't mind Joey in the room.
He looked down, and saw his hands shaking. One! There was only one piece left. Apparently, he had finished putting together the puzzle without even realizing it! He was shaking now. All he had to do was insert this one piece, and it would be finished. His grandpa would be so proud if he was here.
He fiddled with the gold piece for a moment. It was the center piece of the eye. Carefully and gracefully, he took a deep breath and was just about to put the last piece in when. he stopped. His eyes grew wide. He realized something. That if he finished this, if he inserted the final piece, what then. It would be over. There wouldn't be anything after that. He would have a complete puzzle and an empty hiding spot and nothing more. Was it really worth it? To insert the last piece and gain practically nothing for all the time he put into it. It reminded him a lot like the stories he had heard about love. Putting your heart and soul into it and getting nothing. Was he ready for such pain?
He took another deep breath. Why was this so important to him? It was just a puzzle. There were dozens of puzzles in the game shop. He had finished countless puzzles before. Why did this one matter so much?
Because of the legend of eternal love, he thought to himself. The stories that said that if you completed this puzzle than you would be granted eternal love. He wanted love. At least that's what he told himself. But the more he thought, the more he realized that he might not be ready. And what if the legend weren't true? What if he was hurt again? He didn't think he could handle that.
It's just a puzzle, he told himself. Just finish it and start another one. There's no such thing as a magic puzzle that grants eternal love. With another calming breath, he inserted the last piece. And suddenly.
There was nothing. No eternal love. Just a finished puzzle that shone when the light hit it. He laughed silently to himself. Like I expected anything to happen. He stood, brushed himself off, and set the puzzle on the counter. He laughed out loud this time. Such a fake laugh. But he kept telling himself that fairy tales only exist in books.
Turning the lights off, he left the puzzle on the counter. He figured he would put it away tomorrow. Or maybe even display it on a shelf or in a window. He didn't really care what happened to it now. It was finished, and he knew it. Walking upstairs, he soon fell into a fit full sleep.
_____________________
He was dreaming. In this dream, his parents were there. And so was his grandpa. They were smiling. They love him, and they were telling him that. Then there was this light. A beautiful bright light, and they told him to go towards it (A/N: No, he's not dying.) and he couldn't resist. It was pulling him in. And then he was falling.
_____________________
He woke with a start. He thought he had heard something. Maybe he was still dreaming. It was dark. He was about to go back to bed when he was positive that he heard something. It was faint, but he knew he heard it. It sounded like.footsteps! Oh God, he thought. Someone's in the shop!
He didn't move. He did his best not to make a sound. He hoped that who ever was done there would just take whatever they wanted and go. He prayed that they wouldn't come up here and find him. But just then, he heard the footsteps again.creaking on the stairs. He froze. His blood ran cold.
Standing in the doorway was a person. Or an angel. The man seemed surrounded in light.
_______________________________________________________
Rio: Oh, who is the man in the doorway? Take a wild guess, Dax!
Dax: * sarcastically * Umm. Is it.Yami?
Rio: How did you know? And you're not supposed to tell them!
Dax: Don't mind Ms. Obvious over there. She's having a nervous breakdown from homework. Just review and she'll be all better. And who wants a slight lemon in the next chapter?
Rio: Oh, I do! I do!
Dax: You are such a hentai.
Rio: Am not! Well.maybe a little. * cough * Just review please.