So…the next chapter…heehee. Thank you reviewers. I'm a good writer?? Domo arigato…I feel so loved! Oh btw, I don't own Spirited away. Miyuzaki does.
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Antithesis in the Stars
I gotta do this. It's the last thing I must do. Then I'll finally be at rest… Yuugi crept over to the side of his bed and closed his eyes. A familiar feeling surrounded him as he entered his mind. He was currently in his soul room. The mind link was apparently blocked so Yuugi didn't know whether Yami was asleep or not. He peeked out from the door of his soul room. Tiptoeing, he quietly made his way over to the spirit's door. He pushed it slightly ajar and peered in. Yami was asleep sitting a on his throne. A crease marked his forehead while he slept. Yami's asleep. That's good. He'll never know. He walked the rest of his way over. Fighting tears, he ran his finger down Yami's cheek while admiring the rest of his beautiful visage. "I'm so sorry. This is for the best." He whispered, barely noticeable.
The crease lightens slightly as the pharaoh exhaled. A tear slid down Yuugi's soft skin. He looked at Yami. Never would he be able to see it again. He leaned forward. One time. That's all I'm asking for. Please don't wake up… Soft lips met his as he closed the gap. It was both loving and sad at the same time. When he parted, he could still taste Yami on his lips. He closed his eyes and turned around. Yami grumbled and he froze. He looked back and darted out the spirits door. He panted as he closed the door. Closing his eyes once more, he returned to his bedside. Wiping stray tears away, he went to his desk. He pulled out a glinting dagger when he opened one of his drawers. He stared at the slivery blade in the moonlight. Shaking his head he took it out of the light. A drop of blood fell to the floor as he tested its sharpness on his finger. His hand shook as he put it to his wrist. He shut his eyes and held his breath and he sliced across the creamy skin. Crimson stained the blade as it dug in once more. Deep cuts scattered Yuugi's arm when he dropped the blade and sank to his knees. "I love you Yami." He let his emotion flow through to the slumbering Yami in his soul room. The room around him began to dissolve into a swirling vision on black and white. He leaned his head against the mattress behind him for support. Once lively eyes began to turn light mauve as life faded away from the boy. Yuugi managed a weak smile as he died.
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"Yuugi…" Yami whispered quietly as not to disturb the peaceful setting around him. Yuugi was laid out on his stomach, gazing fondly into his crimson irises. A soft finger gently traced his cheek. He closed his eyes in appreciation. Nothing could spoil this surreal scene. Two butterflies engaged in a mating dance flew past. Yuugi held out his hand. Both insects landed on his finger and rested. Yami smiled. He was truly happy. Setting off again. The butterflies danced off towards the horizon. Yami reached up and held the seraphic face. "I love you always." The boy nuzzled his face into Yami's collarbone in response. "Watashimomata aishiteru." Yami buried his hand in Yuugi's soft hair. Birds chirped in the background as Yuugi lifted his face. He looked straight into Yami's eyes and sighed happily. The taller boy lifted his head up to kiss Yuugi's pink lips. Yuugi responded ardently as Yami tried to deepen the gentle kiss. He ran his tongue along his lips, savoring the sweet flavor of Yuugi. With a moan, he parted his lips and granted Yami entrance. Their tongues twined in a passionate dance, showing eachother how much they loved and needed the other. Both drew apart as the need for air burned in their lungs. "I'll be with you till the end of time." They both came closer for another sweet kiss. This time is was sweet and simple. It felt so real.
A dire pain hit Yami's head as the dream ended. His agony filled mind tried desperately to grasp a coherent thought. The first thing he noticed was that the door was not completely closed. 'Yuugi.' Despite the pain in his mind, he ran towards the door and swung it open. Yuugi's soul room door was wide open and everything was a mess. Mutilated stuffed animals lay strewn about the floor. The whole room reeked of destruction. Yami's eyes went wide with terror…what had happened? He cried out Yuugi's name several times. No one answered. The mind link seemed to have disappeared completely. Desperately trying to calm down, he appeared outside Yuugi's door. A small whisper escaped Yami's lips as he sank to the floor. The gleaming moonlight revealed the answer. "No…" He refused to believe his eyes. Yuugi sat there motionlessly in a pool of blood with a dyspeptic smile on his face. A bloodstained knife lay on the floor. Drops of red fluid littered the ground around the sinister object. Yami took in deep breaths and closed his eyes. This couldn't be real. He tiptoed over to the dead angel. His thumbs met cold cheeks as he bent down to inspect the damage. The boy's lifeless eyes remained shut as he stroked his hair. "No, no you can't be dead." Tears streamed down the pharaoh's face—the first time in 3000 years, even as a child. Pharaohs never cried. Not for anything or anyone. It was useless. At least, that was what his parents always taught him. Yuugi did not respond. He tried to convince himself that this was a dream. The truth sat in front of him, mocking him.
"But why?" That was the biggest question in Yami's mind. Yuugi had always been happy. Never had there been a frown on the face. Yuugi was so innocent. So why did he do this? Nothing was missing in his life. He had a guardian, he had friends, nothing to worry about, duel monsters, a title everyone wanted, a girlfriend…ANZU! "What did you do to him, bitch?!" Yami was livid. But rage couldn't help…not now anyway. He swore revenge but calmed down for now. He bent down to look at the dead boy once more. His voice grew intensely soft as he stroked the cold face. The smile remained though pain was clearly evident. "I'm so sorry…I have failed. I should've protected you. I knew she wasn't good enough for you. Why did you do this? Things would have gotten better…I just wish you didn't kill yourself." Tears continued to stream down his pale cheeks as he whispered to the boy. "I wish that I'd had told you sooner." Sobs racked his chest as he continued. "I'll never forgive myself. Yuugi-chan…I love you. It's a dream with no hope. Though I could not be with you, I was happy because you were happy…Damn that bitch, Anzu. She ruined you…" He took Yuugi's hands in his own. Cold blood touched his warm hands. With infinite care, he turned the wrists up. Yami's brow furrowed as he tried to make out the words the streaks revealed. "I…Love…You…Sorry." The words barely left Yami's lips as he fell onto his bottom. "Anzu…you'll pay for this."
Yami grabbed the knife and gripped it tightly. "You'll die with the same weapon Yuugi died with…how fitting." Crimson eyes became stone cold as he set the silver blade on Yuugi's old desk. He walked stiffly over to Grandpa's room. He knocked. A couple of seconds passed followed with a tired yawn before the door opened. "Yami??" The old man was taken aback as the dark one nodded. "What brings you here? Is something wrong?" Yami's stoic face let no emotions past as he replied gravel, "Yuugi's dead."
"WHAT!?"
"He suicided."
Grandpa stepped back into his room as he felt the shock of the bad news. "Do come in Yami. What happened??"
"I'm not completely sure but I think Anzu has a link to this. On his wrists the words spelled out a message. I think you'd better go look for yourself." Grandpa flinched at the coldness of Yami's words. He licked his dried lips as he stood up and walked over to Yuugi's room. Yami closed his eyes and fought back the urge to cry. It would do him no good. He lifted his head as he heard crying in the other room.
The dark one peregrinated to Yuugi's room. "It's no use. He's gone forever."
"Here…I found this on his desk."
Yami's eyes widened. He took the note with wavering hands and scanned over Yuug's last words. "Anzu…"
"Are you sure? It could have been anyone for all we knew."
Yami lowered his head. He hated agreeing to this but nevertheless, it could be true. "Yes..you're right. Let's not be rash. Let's get him cleaned up. We can't have a funeral with him looking like this." Grandpa nodded. He lifted the dead body and took him to the bathroom. "Grandpa, you'd better wash him. I wouldn't be able to." He agreed and Yami went back to Yuugi's room. Again, he read Yuugi's poem. 'Such a beautiful poem. I would've commented on how nice it is but it's a hint to a reason for Yuugi's death. I wonder why he wrote this. He had to go but why? Yuugi, I wish you could've at least talked to me about it or left your reason and not an enigma of a poem…' He flopped down on Yuugi's bed. "It's going to be unbearable without you. I suppose I'll have to live for you now…mmm…" The scent of Yuugi still lingered on the duvet and pillow. In a dream like state, Yami drifted to sleep.
Grandpa dried Yuugi and dressed him in black. "Your expression is so pained. I'll find out why you're dead." He carried Yuugi to his room. He smiled as he saw Yami sleeping on the bed. Gently, he place Yuugi by his side and put the cold hands together.
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Anzu shifted in her bed. She couldn't fall asleep. Sitting up, she decided to storm up a plan to bring Yuugi together with Yami. 'A soiree…yes that'll work. A romantic evening dinner with candles. Then a romantic movie…no a scary one. Somehow, I'll get them to confess their feelings.'
"Wait…Yami..he feels the same way Yuugi does, doesn't he? I gotta find out. What if this fails? Yuugi will be so disappointed!! I know, I'll write a letter insinuating that Yuugi likes him…then I'll find out and hopefully, my plan doesn't fail royally.
~Owari~
Heh, this was interesting. Once again, tis question time…should this become prideshipping (s/yy) or possibly flareshipping (s/y/yy). I dunno. It would complicate the plotline a lot. Lol, it's all up to you. No flames and review! Ja ne. Happy New Year!