Glass Palace

Chapter 8

AN: Sorry I haven't been updating lately! I had finals! Besides that I'm just lazy! Anyways I don't own any of the stuff I'm writing about.

I reached for my cell phone once more to call my driver

"Damn it!" I muttered as his voice mail sounded. A soft whisper in my head told me to run. But I'd never make it in time. In time for what? I was really losing it.

Running across the street two blocks from the hospital, I was unconscious of the cars rushing around me. The voices in my head told me to run; they give rise to a sense of urgency. I push my way through the crowded streets only to be stopped by a beggar selling roses.

"A rose for your lady?" he asks, shoving the flower into my hands. I pulled out my wallet, requesting a dozen.

"Ah. a special occasion is it?" the man asks, smiling in a nostalgic manner. Grunting in reply, I take the roses and continue running towards the hospital.

Now just outside the sliding doors, I paused to gather my emotions. I had to be strong for Yami. Upon entering the hospital waiting room, a nurse ushers me to the room in which Yami rests. He turns to me and smiles, throwing his arms around me.

Yami POV

Tears form in my loves eyes, trickling down his cheek as Seto ignores them, focusing all his energy on me. Seto returns my hug, dropping the roses. Rose petals surround us as Seto claims my mouth in a bruising kiss, forcing me back into the soft sheets of my hospital bed. He turns to glare at the nurse, causing her to finally leave the room. He kisses me softly, continuing downwards then pausing once more just to lay in my embrace.

"Have you seen Yugi? I've missed him." I ask, his eyes revealing a look of sharp pain.

"It's been days now since I've last seen him. Almost as though he disappeared."

I tighten my hold around him, a sorrowful look now covering his once beaming façade.

"I only hope he's alright." he continues.

"Seto," I say softly, as though whispering to a small child, "I've got an idea of where he may be. But if I'm right, he won't be coming back." I inform him and squeeze his hand before slipping into a trance like sleep.

Wandering outside my own soul room I notice Yugi's has been boarded up.

"No.he wouldn't" I comfort myself, running down the hall only to face my worst fear. Yugi has done the unthinkable. He has sacrificed himself for me.

I awake, eyes watering, and Seto smiles softly at me before pulling me into his lap. His face twists in confusion as he asks what happened. I sob into his chest, taking a moment to contemplate this horrible twist of fate.

"He's not coming back.He's never coming back. I loved him, Seto.You loved him. Of all the people why him? He was the best of us all. He never meant to hurt me."

Seto's face becomes devoid of any sort of emotion and I am dropped back into the bed. He gets up to walk to the window before slamming his fist into the glass. Rose petals from the roses through out the room lifted with the wind, swirling in a dramatic fashion before taking flight. Seto stood, hands bleeding, posed against the broken window trying to make sense of Yugi's death.

"Yami. I loved him more then I ever thought I could love. Most never knew I held the capacity to love any other than Mokuba. And before Yugi, I didn't." He said, sobbing between the words," Now.I don't know if I can ever love anyone again. Only Mokuba."

Hurt by his words, I arose from the bed to wrap my arms around the crying man. He pushed me off leaning slightly out the window.

" I don't know if I ever want to see you again, Yami. You remind me of. him. I don't want to think about him.He's gone.and I don't know what to do about it. For the first time in my life there's nothing I can do." His body shakes with the intensity of his emotions.

It would seem that the innocent light of my former life has been put out by it's own unselfish desires. Now I know that he never truly meant to hurt me or this angel that stands before me.