Here's the next chapter. I'm sorry it takes so long now. I hate school. I wish I could skip it. Wonder if my story's caused any tears lol.
Antithesis in the Stars
Miserable, Yami laid his head back down to the pillows. He couldn't believe what had all just happened. A mixed feeling of self hate and confusion wove itself into the pharaoh's head. 'I can't believe I just did that…I pushed away Set…I'm so sorry my love. I did love you once. I can't love this life though…Yuugi is my one for this life. Set…I did truly love you and I hope to another time…So sorry…'
Yami was disgusted with himself. He felt so selfish to push Seto away like that. In his heart, he knew it would've worked but something told him that that was the wrong thing to do. Right now, he was helpless. Yuugi was gone from his life and he wasn't supposed to move on. Valentine's day had a been a tumultuous day filled with reminisces. Nothing had worked out and he had only succeeded in making himself feel worse than before. 'Well done pharaoh. Dad always said something about situations like this. Just because it's true doesn't mean you should say it…'
He rolled over on his side. Like the days that had followed Yuugi's death, it was grey and raining outside. No sun had shone for the past days. Everyone seemed to be in a gloomy, irritable trance. His traitorous mind had said things before thought about. Seto was gone now and there was no way to go back. Now each time they looked at each other would be in contempt with no warmth. His somewhat detached mind told him that now they couldn't even be friends. It depressed Yami about that. He created a rift that would probably last forever and could not be undone. Perhaps in later lives they would not be together after all. He held back unbidden tears. He would not cry. Not now at least. They weren't worth it and he would become soft. Shifting again, he faced the closet in the wall opposite to the window. Shadows from outside danced on its smooth surface in an eerie fashion. Slightly hypnotized, his eyelids started to droop. Meekly peeking in, Yuugi watched from the window. The initial pain had subsided to a dull throb. He came here because he needed to know one thing: Did he love someone else? No one was there and Yami's face was turned away from him. With a little courage, Yuugi passed through the window. Seeing and hearing no response from his yami, he glided above his love. Most of his face was shrouded by darkness and few features were visible. Fresh tears shined on his pale cheek in the moonlight. Pained by the sight, Yuugi turned away. 'I'm sorry I ever left you…'
Sensing someone else in the room, Yami bounced up. Filled with suspicion, he looked around frantically. "I know you're there…" No one answered and he got angered. "Come out whoever you are." Yuugi flinched at the tone of Yami's voice. It had become so cold. There was sorrow and love behind it but well suppressed by the cold. Knowing he'd have to face his fears sometime, he drifted out from the dark curtains. "Yami…it's me…Yuugi."
Hearing a disembodied voice proved scary for Yami. Now scared, he looked around trying to search for the one the voice belonged to. Yuugi, seeing this confusion, flew over in front of Yami's face. Staring into his dead hikari's face was the scariest things Yami had ever done. He fainted. Yuugi broke his fall. With a large amount of effort, he dragged him onto the bed. Remembering a remedy to try and get Yami to come to, he flew to his old bathroom and searched for a new towel. When he found one, he soaked it with cold water and wrung it out. The cold towel was placed upon his head. The only signs of being alive was the slight rising and falling of his chest. Yuugi, with nothing to do, sat by his side and watched him. Beads of water fell down his cheek. Carefully Yuugi wiped them away. Some lingered on his fingertips and amazed him. Was he going to be real now? Stroking Yami's cold cheek affectionately, he talked to the knocked out form.
"You're beautiful…even when you're not awake…I shouldn't have left in the first place." Feeling tears well up in his eyes again. He bit his lip, determined that he wouldn't cry in front of his yami. The towel was getting warm and seeing no signs of coming to, Yuugi lifted it off. No signs of change were apparent on his face so he returned the wet towel to the bathroom. When he came back, nothing had changed so he peacefully sat down. 'I've always been some what of a nyctophobe.' Looking around, he remembered a candle that he had gotten a few years ago. Making no sound, he pulled the candle out and blew on it. A little puff of dust rose and dissipated. Eagerly, he sniffed the top. "Yep, that's the one I wanted. Egyptian kyphi…beautiful scent. I wonder if he'll recognize it…"
Thinking for a moment, he reached into another drawer and pulled out a book of matches. "Well, here goes…I hope I don't set the house on fire." Striking it against the box, a bright orange flame sparked into life. An old and warming scent drifted into the air when the candle was lit. The gold shen inscribed in the ecru wax emitted a gentle glow. Gingerly, he carried it over to his bedside table. The peach light flickered off tanned skin of Yami's face. The steady rise and fall of his chest continued though further contrasted by the dance of the flames. His eyebrow twitched lightly. Yuugi watched him curiously. The pharaoh mumbled something in his unconsciousness. The seraph leaned in closer to watch intently. Their faces were inches away. A wave of love swept over Yuugi like a tsunami in a peaceful ocean. He longed to close the gap and seal a kiss on his Yami's pink lips. Fear held him back. He still had doubts about Yami loving him as well. His heart fluttered, unable to maintain a normal beat this close to Yami. The king of games was motionless and the space between them decreased. Gathering up the courage that did not flee, he closed his eyes and leaned forward all the way. Once again Yuugi felt the softness of Yami's lips upon his own. Yami mumbled a bit but otherwise did nothing else. Yuugi reveled in the taste of his love and wanted to deepen the kiss. Yami had parted his lips a little and he took time to think about it. Making his mind up, he sent his tongue into the moist cavern. Yuugi closed his eyes and sampled the tastes of his Yami. A sort of spicy, dark, alluring taste that made him beg for more. A tongue began to respond with his, twisting it into a passionate dance, neither fighting for domination. Yami's tongue twined around Yuugi's causing him to moan into the kiss. Half conscious, two arms wrapped around the angel, pulling him closer.
Knowing that this wouldn't last forever, Yuugi pulled away hesitantly. The arms were locked around the small of his back and trapped him. He opened his eyes and found him staring into blood red eyes. His half-lidded eyes opened completely. Yami had been awake. Losing his mind, he once again became just a shadow of what he was, not solid, just existing. He withdrew into a ting ball in the are, daring not to look at the one he had just shared a kiss with. The crimson eyes were fixed intently on him and didn't move. The scared angel whimpered and curled even tighter. He flinched when a finger touched his nonexistent skin.
A husky voice sounded in the room. It belonged to no other than Yami.
"Yuugi…" Unfurling slightly, he peeked out from his hand. Seeing no malicious grin, he uncurled very slowly. Yami looked up at him with darkened eyes. He rubbed them and blinked repeatedly. "Yuugi, is that you?" Shyly, the seraph nodded.
"Am I delusional or are you really here with me?" He floated over a little closer and reached out his hand. Tentatively, Yami met his the ghostly hand with his own. It felt somewhat surrealistic.
"Wha…whe…why..oh Ra, I don't know where to start."
"Well," He descended from his position into Yami's lap. "I could start by saying that I love you…" He rested his head on Yami's chest and sighed. It was a huge load off his shoulders and he was glad he said it, no matter how bad it could turn out to be. No words came out of his darker half's mouth. Shifting his gaze up, he saw the shocked expression on his face. Fingers ran themselves through his translucent hair. "I don't know how to say anything but, I love you too…" Yuugi's heart relaxed. 'He does love me…Now I can rest…I can't cry anymore. I shouldn't." Another arm snaked its way around Yuugi's chest.
"You aren't breathing, love…" Yami's concerned eyes looked at him. "I…I'm dead…" The concern changed into sympathy and sadness.
"Yuugi, then why are you still here, on this earth? You belong in another realm…"
"No…" His arms crawled up and wrapped around his neck. "I belong with you."
'Why isn't our mind link open? This can't be Yuugi…It just can't be…Why isn't our mind link open? It doesn't exist anymore…Who is this then? Is he an impersonator of my Yuugi?'
"Who are you?" Yuugi's heart clenched. He didn't want to believe that his love had just asked him that. Softly he replied, "What do you mean?"
"You aren't Yuugi are you. Disgusted he pushed the angel off his lap. Shock flooded his mind. Unsure of what just happened, he looked up at his yami. "Yami…" A tear streaked down, leaving a wet trail. "You don't recognize me?"
"Oh, I do. You aren't Yuugi. You can't be. He suicided days ago. There's no explanation for you." More tears coming down, Yuugi looked at him. He let up the block on his tears and sobbed out a last sentence to him.
"Well, I know you're real Yami. Know that I love you. I'm sorry for leaving you."
Without looking back, he zipped through the window and disappeared. Only a faint scent of rose was left along with the candle.
"Was this a dream? Was it truly only a dream?" Unsure of himself, he stared at the flame on the candle. Barely any of the wax on top had melted. 'The shen…eternality…why this?' He now noticed the sharp scent of the candle. 'Kyphi…a smell for godly love…Osiris and Isis' union…How odd. This wasn't just a dream, was it? Yuugi was here…but how?' He liked the warm, golden glow from the candle and left it as it was. Smoothing out the black silk sheets, he lay down again. Confused thoughts plowed his mind of anything else. Something told him it really was Yuugi. The doubts shadowed that and told him it couldn't be.
"I hurt you Yuugi, didn't I." He laughed sarcastically at himself. He had done the thing he promised himself he'd never do. He hurt Yuugi, his angel. "I can't look at myself straight now." Rolling over onto his side, he felt a fresh new wound to heal. Time wasn't on his side this time.
Ryou and Bakura were quietly sitting on the couch. Bakura had an arm around his smaller love and Ryou was leaning contentedly on his shoulder. Neither noticed as Yuugi came through the door. Putting on a smile he floated to the couple. Bakura looked at him with curiosity.
"Did things go well?"
"Well, I suppose so." He hesitated. Yuugi didn't want to tell Bakura but he would tell Ryou.
/Baku-chan, I know he doesn't want to tell you. I'll tell you after he tell me if he allows it. Can you go for a bit love? I know it's a bit unfair. You can tell Yuugi's been crying though…/
//You owe me…//
/I know./
Standing up gracefully, the white-haired yami left the room. After the soft bang of the door hitting the frame, Yuugi collapsed onto the couch and cried uncontrollably. Ryou moved over and hugged the crying angel. Soft pats landed on his shoulder, near his wings. Crying softly, Yuugi mumbled incoherent words as big drops of warm tears fell and melded in to Ryou's soft cotton shirt. Once most the sobs had subsided into nothing, he looked up at Yuugi with red eyes.
"Ryou, help me…"
"Don't cry, tenshi…I'll listen.."
"Yami. He…he knows I'm here…we told each other that we were in love…."
"Something bad happened didn't it…" Yuugi nodded a lot.
"He…he doesn't believe that it's me. He…he thinks…I'm….a fake…" More tears poured out of his already swollen eyes.
"What!?" Ryou's arms retreated to his sides. He did not believe what he just heard. "What happened?"
Yuugi took a deep breath and started to explain with more detail. He failed the first time but managed to be able to talk the second time.
"Ryou…I don't know what happened but something made Yami think that I was a fraud. He said that he can't trust anyone and that I didn't belong here. Initially, he was happy to see me but then something…something happened and I don't know what…" A string of words rushed through his lips. Ryou once more embraced the boy.
"He did that? He thought you weren't genuine?"
Slowly, he nodded. He bit his lip again, hard enough to make it bleed.
"How could he do that to you? Did you say something?"
"No…"
Ryou thought for moments, with the angel in his arms. One thought hit him. Eagerly, he asked.
"Was there a mind link when you talked?"
~Owari~
Dun flame me. I worked hard on this. I have school, an essay on William Herschel due and TOO many tests. I'm so sad. Review and no flames please!!