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Antithesis in the Stars
…Large feathery wings wrapped around a small form who was floating in midair. The person was shivering slightly. Spikes of black hair with red ends came up from the head. He whispered and reached out his hand disbelievingly. He whispered as softly as he could, afraid that any sound would cause him to disappear. "Yuugi…" Yuugi looked up from his dream like state. His violet eyes were partially lidded and they looked hazily at him. Yami's hand wavered. It started to drop to his side. A cold blue hand grabbed it in its fall. Another frigid hand was placed upon the top of his own. "Please tell me you're staying…" His soft voice said. Tears already started to drop down his cheeks. "I've been all alone so long…away from any warmth…away from any love…away from you…" Yami did not hesitate to wipe the tears from his angel's eyes.
"I'm not leaving." He took Yuugi's hands and pressed them to his cheek. "You're so cold…what happened?" The pharaoh cuddled up the angel and pressed a light kiss to his cheek. The angel took a deep breath.
"I…I don't know…I've just been here, all alone in the shadows. I cry myself to sleep everyday. Don't leave me now…I don't know how much more of this I can take."
"Shhh…I'm not leaving anytime soon. I'll be here." The boy in his arms hiccupped. "I love you to the extent of my mind. I could never leave you behind."
"…Why did you leave before?" The voice whispered.
"I didn't."
"But it was you who had to leave. You left me alone." One more tear fell. Yami bit his lip.
"I've felt your pain. I can't lose you again." The angel mumbled something incoherent. Yami didn't bother to ask anymore. He was choking on his emotions that threatened to pour out. Him and Seto especially. He felt like he had betrayed his light. His rendezvous with his high priest had almost gone haywire. If he had gone any further…
'If Seto does not get a lover soon, I don't know how long I can keep this cold attitude up. We do both want to be together. Something tells me I cannot love Seto.'
Yuugi opened his mouth and spoke again. "Why don't we have a mind like anymore like we used to? That was my treasure that the sennen puzzle gave me. You were my gift."
"I…I don't know." The pharaoh was about to continue when Yuugi's cry stopped him. His little light was shaking with sorrow.
"Will we ever be reunited or was this break for good?"
Yami gasped and woke up in a cold sweat. He held his temples in frustration. The dream was so vivid. Since it was still dark in his room, he could safely open his eyes without the burning light in his eyes. A dull throb in his head remained. He focused on it and willed it away. Surprised, he found that he had not already forgotten the dream. 'Although no one could forget this dream. It was so painful…' Feeling cold, he snuck into the covers and wrapped himself up in them. Random thoughts on the dream floated around. As some time passed, he decided to reflect on it. He did not experience lifelike dreams many times before. 'Something is wrong. Where is Yuugi now? I have to find out…but how? There's no one who can help me. Is there?'
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Anzu was pacing around worriedly. So far, no news of Yami at school. Yami seemed like he was dead to the world. And Yuugi…she had not seen him for too long. The brunette missed her friend dearly. Yuugi had been such a happy boy before the downfall of his heart. Even Jounouchi didn't seem like the regular cheerful if not perverted nature. Basically, she didn't even have the incentive to go to school. Before she became good friends with Yuugi. Most of the boys there were all either really weird and she didn't like any of them. Anzu had to admit that she liked Yami but she knew that he was someone she could never have. Yami never showed any signs of affection towards anyone, even his light. But she could tell that he cared greatly for the diminutive boy. She wondered how Yami felt now. It was a horrible thing to have the thing that you care for the most to be taken away. Yuugi did a bad job of hiding his sad feelings. Anzu recalled the way he acted before his death. All his friends had tried to alleviate the pain but the condolences did nothing.
Also, something else weird was happening. The weather had not seen a sunny day in more than a week. It was quite unusual considering that it was already February. Without sunlight, plants were not supposed to grow well and even less, bloom. Even with this odd weather, the sakura tree in the park had bloomed and there sometimes was a subtle scent of roses. The pale color of the cherry blossoms were not supposed to smell like other flowers. She had never really thought about this before but now, with more thought, Anzu noticed many changes. After that, more memories returned. The white and pearly feather Yami had found mysteriously on her windowsill. The brunette was very believing about that matter. Never in her life had the girl seen such evanescence on a bird. No other animal had feathers so beautiful. 'Perhaps cranes?' Cranes were not common sights flying overhead above the cities. Everyone knew that these birds mated for life, a symbol of true love. So did swans. But assuming that the feather came from one of those birds, they should be bigger and much more coarse. The feather Yami had brought was like a cross between down and prime feathers. If only she could've gotten another look at the feather. Each vein extending from the middle was perfect.
The familiar sound of rain came spattering on her windows again. Sighing, she turned to look at the gloomy weather outside. Not in the mood to watch the depressing view, she drew the curtains. A marker sat on her desk. It brought one more painful memory back to her. A time ago, when Yuugi, Jounouchi, Honda and herself had been trapped in Kaiba's 'Death-T' project, she had a black marker and with it, had drew a smiley face representing their never ending friendship. One fourth of the face was gone. Yami's hand had never been included in that. The face was supposed to show their bond. She had never considered the fact that Yuugi would suicide. 'I never had to even think of that. It couldn't have happened then. In one way or another, it really was Yami's fault. But who could blame him, he felt the same way and once again, fear of rejection got in the way again. He was the king of games and darkness. Yami did mean the dark. It could never be his fault. I have seen other Yamis far worse then him. Yami was not bad. He never meant any harm. It just turned out that way. Malik. He treated Marik so badly..I'm glad that he's gone now. Marik went safely back to Egypt with his sister and Rishid.' The brown-haired girl felt guilty for even thinking that Yami could be guilty of such a heinous crime. Yami would not force an innocent child to his death.
"Where has he been? I've tried calling him for days, and still, he never answers. I've left him unanswered messages. Not even grandpa has been around for a little talk."
She paced over to the phone. Not liking the idea of calling him again, she turned and walked back a little. Rethinking, she walked back to the phone and picked it up. Almost timidly, Anzu dialed in Yami's number. It rung three times. Four times. Six times. Suddenly, a faint 'Moshi moshi' resounded. Anzu quickly told her mind to talk.
"Yami!?"
"…Who is this?"
"Yami, it's Anzu." She was surprised at the cold and distant tone of his voice. The shadow was starting to take over.
"Oh, hey."
"You okay? Can I come over?"
"Uh…I suppose. No one's home and all." She thanked all gods that could be listening to her.
"Ok. I'll be over in a few." Both ends hung up. Anzu threw on a raincoat and hurried outside onto the road leading to the game shop.
Pelting raindrops fell upon the plastic of her coat. She ran even faster. Carefull not to slip on the sidewalk, she stopped and looked out for cars. None were present and she crossed swiftly. Puddles had began to form on the sidewalks and she splashed through them. The game shop looked very wet and no one appeared to be inside. She doubted that there would be a single customer in the whole store. When she reached the glass doors, she was right. Grandpa was no where in sight. A small sign that said 'open' hung in the corner alone. There wasn't a single person visible in the downstairs floor. Panting for breath, she tried to open the door. It was locked. Frantic, she knocked softly on the clear panels. No Yami appeared to invite her in. Her knocks became a little more frequent and slightly harder.
Yami sat in the room staring at nothing in particular. When small taps coming from downstairs sounded, he thought it was just his imagination or the rain that had just started outside. The sounds did not leave him alone. Yami was now curious. Making no sounds, he tiptoed to the top of the stairs and looked from the side. Some person in a pink raincoat was standing outside in the rain. Hesitating for a moment, he went down the rest of the stairs. As he traveled closer to the door, he realized that it was Anzu. The king of games had spaced out after the phone call. Quickly, he opened the door and let the girl inside before she got hypothermia. Quickly, she took off the raincoat and hurried inside. She hung the pink fabric onto a clothes hanger nearby. She shivered and looked at Yami. Discernable black circles beneath his eyes told her that he had not slept much.
"Yami..long time no see…"
"Yea…" Yami wasn't ecstatic about seeing the brunette. In fact, he was slightly annoyed. But, who could blame her for wanting to see him? Swallowing any spiteful words, he forgot about his troubles. This was not the person to take them out on. Anzu missed Yami and he knew it. Lost emotions returned to him. Concern, happiness, regret and more. He wasn't exactly sure what to do with them. He had been so dead for the past days.
"Anzu. You're cold, do you want hot chocolate or something?"
"If it's not too inconvenient." Yami shook his head. No matter what had happened in the past days, it could never be her fault. She still was his friend. Leading her to the kitchen, he got out a packet and opened the fridge.
"Milk or water?"
"Milk please."
Yami turned on the stove and poured a saucepan of milk. He stirred it slowly. Anzu watched him. 'When he's ready to talk, I'll talk. I can't force him.' Minutes later, the milk began to boil. He stirred in the sweet powder and mixed them. With a happy smile, he shut off the gas and poured the contents of the pan into two cups. He handed one to Anzu.
"Careful, it's still hot."
"Arigato…"
They went to the living room and sat down. Yuugi's bedroom did not seem appropriate at all to talk. Because of the clouds outside, it was quite dark. Anzu didn't comment. She really didn't care. She thought to herself silently. Yami had changed, more than just his appearance. He seemed more…dark. He kept to himself more and more. He talked less. Overall, he had become another stranger to everyone. She was concerned but as of now, there wasn't something she could do.
"So, anything new?" The spirit fumbled around with his cup. He seemed to think before he answered.
"No, not much." His voice sounded very tired but not sad either. It was as emotionless as his face.
"Listen, Yami..about Yuugi. I.."
"Nani!? Yuugi?" The brunette nodded. "What about him? Did something happen?"
"I think he's still in our world." Yami 'ohh'ed.
"I know that."
"You do? Did…he come back?"
"Well, I know he's still here. I don't know why though. Kinda strange. I was hoping to find someone who knew. Have you seen him?"
"I thought I did. Is he an angel then?"
"I once read that angels go to heaven, not earth."
"That's true."
"Then…why is he here.
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"I wonder if Yami knows the truth yet."
~Owari~
Hey I like the suggestion on of my readers said. To make two endings. Actually, I think I'm going to make three. One a tragedy, one happy, one angsty. Choose to read one or all three if you'd like. So, I'll write the next chapter! Review and no flames!