Title: Somewhere I Belong
Author: Cross Eyed Freak
Rating: PG13
Summary: Yugi feels overshadowed by his Yami, and thinks there's no point in living.
Disclaimer: I own natta!
Warnings: Possible yaoi. I have absolutely no clue, though. Most likely really OOC.
***
Yugi's POV
*When this began
I had nothing to say
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me*
Pondering, brooding, meditating, no matter what you call I, it always means the same thing: thinking. I've been doing a lot of that lately. I mean, it's kind of strange. I used to be that 'Spur of the Moment' person. I used to be like, 'Do you want to go to the arcade?' or, 'Do you want to have a duel?' Just right out of nowhere. Now, I think about things a lot more. Longer, harder, and more.
*(I was confused)
And I let it all out to find, that I'm
Not the only person with these things in mind*
Like I said, strange. But that's not the point. It's -why- I've started thinking so much more. One word. Yami. Yup, my own darker side. It's all him. I mean, before HE turned up out of the puzzle, I had friends that actually paid attention to me.
*(Inside of me)
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel*
Strange how everything can change in an instant. More like three seconds, actually. I wish he had never even came out from his 'Five-Millennia- Sleep'. Honestly! Even grandpa likes him better! I mean, I was washing dishes one time and I accidentally dropped a plate and it broke. He came in and he was all: 'Yugi! Why couldn't you be more like Yami, you clumsy child!'
*(Nothing to lose)
Just stuck, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
And the fault is my own*
Geez! It was just a plate! And of course, he failed to remember when Yami and Jou were fooling around, and Yami knocked over a table with priceless Asian relics. By the way, when that happened, grandpa told Yami it was fine, and that it was my fault because I tripped him. I was in my 'room'. He was in the living room. See? EVERYTHING is my fault for him.
*I want to heal
I want to feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I've held so long.
(Erase all the pain 'til it's gone)*
It's not fair! I know I sound like some little spoiled brat but I already told you what was going on. And that's not the half of it. He moved into my room now. I'm in the attic now. I spend a lot of time in there, yup, you guessed it. Thinking. It's the only place I can get privacy. But it's so dusty! Every time I dust it and leave, the next time I come in, it's even dustier than before!
*I want to heal
I want to feel
Like I'm close to something real.
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong*
Anyways, I thought Yami was supposed to protect me. But, it seems as though he's too busy to even bother. I've been beaten up eight times this week already! And the thing is, I've seen him and my 'friends' walking past while I'm getting my ass kicked.
*And I've got nothing to say
I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face
(I was confused)*
I wouldn't mind AS much if they came to help me up off the ground after I'm pounded. It would be even better if they protected me, so I wouldn't have to go through this crap every day. Oh, great. Here comes mister high and mighty right now. He's so clueless! After I get beat up, he acts like nothing happened.
*Looking everywhere, only to find that it's
Not the way I had imagined it all in my mind.
(So what am I?)*
"Yugi?" He's calling me now. Ha! He never used to call me that. He used to call me aibou, or hikari. He should have called me HIS yami instead. That's what I am. A shadow. The obviously unimportant person. "Yugi?" There he goes again with the 'Yugi' thing.
*What do I have but negativity
Cause I cant justify the way everyone is looking at me
(Nothing to lose)
Nothing to gain, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
And the fault is my own*
I should change my name. 'Yugi'? It's such a pitiful word! It means game, you know. You'd think I was a seven year old or something. I mean, translated into English, can you imagine someone calling you? 'Game? Game?' God! It's so pitiful!
*I want to heal
I want to feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I've held so long.
(Erase all the pain 'til it's gone)*
I used to understand why all the girls liked Yami better. He was taller, stronger and older. But over the summer, I grew at lest three inches, and I even started working out. Of course, I'll never be older than him. He's, what, four thousand nine hundred and eighty-four years older than me? Ah... Who cares? Obviously not him.
*I want to heal
I want to feel
Like I'm close to something real.
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong*
"Yugi? It's time for dinner." Yup. Thought so. For a couple seconds there, I thought he was actually going to come up here and talk to me. Ha! Not a chance. I can hear him walking with his arrogant little swagger down the stairs. Does he care about me? That's a no-brainer. No one does.
*I will never know
Myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel
Anything else until my wounds are healed*
I will never be
Anything 'til I break away from me
I will break away
I'll find myself today*
Maybe I just don't belong. Nah. It's him that doesn't belong. I mean, a five thousand year old spirit from ancient Egypt? Give me a break! I'm a normal kid. Well, as normal as you can get with a 5000-year-old spirit living inside you.
*I want to heal
I want to feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I've held so long.
(Erase all the pain 'til it's gone)*
Whatever. Even if I don't, it doesn't matter, anyways. He will always be more important than me. Yes, the great 'Yugioh, King of Games'. Of course he's more important than me! He used to be a frickin' pharaoh! But, who cares? He can go to Hell as far as I'm concerned. Oh, wait. He's probably already been there.
*I want to heal
I want to feel
Like I'm close to something real.
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong*
I pick up the rusty nail that is sticking out of the floorboards, and shudder as its cold point gently touches my wrist and think, 'Will anyone miss me?' I can already answer that. NO. That's the answer to so many things lately, but there's no more time for any more musings. Bye-bye, world. I plunge the nail into the pale skin of my wrist and watch the red blood flow over my hand. It's kind of beautiful, in a sick, twisted kind of way. Oh, well. Doesn't matter anyway. The room is getting dark. I guess I'll be going somewhere I belong.
*I want to heal
I want to feel like I'm
Somewhere I belong*
***
CEF: OMG!!! I killed Yugi!!! Help me!!!! I need to know if I should continue and make some dramatic rescue scene, or have another chapter where Yami muses about Yugi. Help me!!! Should I end? HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Author: Cross Eyed Freak
Rating: PG13
Summary: Yugi feels overshadowed by his Yami, and thinks there's no point in living.
Disclaimer: I own natta!
Warnings: Possible yaoi. I have absolutely no clue, though. Most likely really OOC.
***
Yugi's POV
*When this began
I had nothing to say
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me*
Pondering, brooding, meditating, no matter what you call I, it always means the same thing: thinking. I've been doing a lot of that lately. I mean, it's kind of strange. I used to be that 'Spur of the Moment' person. I used to be like, 'Do you want to go to the arcade?' or, 'Do you want to have a duel?' Just right out of nowhere. Now, I think about things a lot more. Longer, harder, and more.
*(I was confused)
And I let it all out to find, that I'm
Not the only person with these things in mind*
Like I said, strange. But that's not the point. It's -why- I've started thinking so much more. One word. Yami. Yup, my own darker side. It's all him. I mean, before HE turned up out of the puzzle, I had friends that actually paid attention to me.
*(Inside of me)
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel*
Strange how everything can change in an instant. More like three seconds, actually. I wish he had never even came out from his 'Five-Millennia- Sleep'. Honestly! Even grandpa likes him better! I mean, I was washing dishes one time and I accidentally dropped a plate and it broke. He came in and he was all: 'Yugi! Why couldn't you be more like Yami, you clumsy child!'
*(Nothing to lose)
Just stuck, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
And the fault is my own*
Geez! It was just a plate! And of course, he failed to remember when Yami and Jou were fooling around, and Yami knocked over a table with priceless Asian relics. By the way, when that happened, grandpa told Yami it was fine, and that it was my fault because I tripped him. I was in my 'room'. He was in the living room. See? EVERYTHING is my fault for him.
*I want to heal
I want to feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I've held so long.
(Erase all the pain 'til it's gone)*
It's not fair! I know I sound like some little spoiled brat but I already told you what was going on. And that's not the half of it. He moved into my room now. I'm in the attic now. I spend a lot of time in there, yup, you guessed it. Thinking. It's the only place I can get privacy. But it's so dusty! Every time I dust it and leave, the next time I come in, it's even dustier than before!
*I want to heal
I want to feel
Like I'm close to something real.
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong*
Anyways, I thought Yami was supposed to protect me. But, it seems as though he's too busy to even bother. I've been beaten up eight times this week already! And the thing is, I've seen him and my 'friends' walking past while I'm getting my ass kicked.
*And I've got nothing to say
I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face
(I was confused)*
I wouldn't mind AS much if they came to help me up off the ground after I'm pounded. It would be even better if they protected me, so I wouldn't have to go through this crap every day. Oh, great. Here comes mister high and mighty right now. He's so clueless! After I get beat up, he acts like nothing happened.
*Looking everywhere, only to find that it's
Not the way I had imagined it all in my mind.
(So what am I?)*
"Yugi?" He's calling me now. Ha! He never used to call me that. He used to call me aibou, or hikari. He should have called me HIS yami instead. That's what I am. A shadow. The obviously unimportant person. "Yugi?" There he goes again with the 'Yugi' thing.
*What do I have but negativity
Cause I cant justify the way everyone is looking at me
(Nothing to lose)
Nothing to gain, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
And the fault is my own*
I should change my name. 'Yugi'? It's such a pitiful word! It means game, you know. You'd think I was a seven year old or something. I mean, translated into English, can you imagine someone calling you? 'Game? Game?' God! It's so pitiful!
*I want to heal
I want to feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I've held so long.
(Erase all the pain 'til it's gone)*
I used to understand why all the girls liked Yami better. He was taller, stronger and older. But over the summer, I grew at lest three inches, and I even started working out. Of course, I'll never be older than him. He's, what, four thousand nine hundred and eighty-four years older than me? Ah... Who cares? Obviously not him.
*I want to heal
I want to feel
Like I'm close to something real.
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong*
"Yugi? It's time for dinner." Yup. Thought so. For a couple seconds there, I thought he was actually going to come up here and talk to me. Ha! Not a chance. I can hear him walking with his arrogant little swagger down the stairs. Does he care about me? That's a no-brainer. No one does.
*I will never know
Myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel
Anything else until my wounds are healed*
I will never be
Anything 'til I break away from me
I will break away
I'll find myself today*
Maybe I just don't belong. Nah. It's him that doesn't belong. I mean, a five thousand year old spirit from ancient Egypt? Give me a break! I'm a normal kid. Well, as normal as you can get with a 5000-year-old spirit living inside you.
*I want to heal
I want to feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I've held so long.
(Erase all the pain 'til it's gone)*
Whatever. Even if I don't, it doesn't matter, anyways. He will always be more important than me. Yes, the great 'Yugioh, King of Games'. Of course he's more important than me! He used to be a frickin' pharaoh! But, who cares? He can go to Hell as far as I'm concerned. Oh, wait. He's probably already been there.
*I want to heal
I want to feel
Like I'm close to something real.
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong*
I pick up the rusty nail that is sticking out of the floorboards, and shudder as its cold point gently touches my wrist and think, 'Will anyone miss me?' I can already answer that. NO. That's the answer to so many things lately, but there's no more time for any more musings. Bye-bye, world. I plunge the nail into the pale skin of my wrist and watch the red blood flow over my hand. It's kind of beautiful, in a sick, twisted kind of way. Oh, well. Doesn't matter anyway. The room is getting dark. I guess I'll be going somewhere I belong.
*I want to heal
I want to feel like I'm
Somewhere I belong*
***
CEF: OMG!!! I killed Yugi!!! Help me!!!! I need to know if I should continue and make some dramatic rescue scene, or have another chapter where Yami muses about Yugi. Help me!!! Should I end? HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!