Yami and Yugi Apart 3
Chapter 3: Breathe, Yami
Yami was a spirit. He was not flesh like little Yugi and within him was no heat or substance. Without Yugi, Yami was nothing. It was only when Yami was in control of Yugi's body that he could feel the blood pumping through his veins and the soft tapping of his heart against his chest. Yami grasped his heart. Even though he had done this time and time before, the feelings of a living body were remarkable to him. Yami never spoke of these things, of course. He was silent. He chose to silently endure, as he has done for so many years before. He clutched the triangular artifact in his fingers—the same fingers which assist Yugi in his duels and have time and time before drawn the cards needed for victory. Yami, however, was still only a spirit. His protection of Yugi could only go so far. He was imprisoned forever by the Millennium Puzzle. A curse he placed upon himself in order to seal away a great threat thousands of years ago. Yami walked cautiously into the tightening space and thought about his past.
His feet pounded the hard earth. Yami, despite his strong voice and sturdy demeanor, was tranquil. It is the mark of a great sacrifice. For once you pay the ultimate price, everything else by comparison is dust. Even Yami himself had faded away. He had forgotten everything about himself...about his past. He couldn't remember his mother's face or his true name. But what bothered Yami the most, while he silently thought alone in the chambers of his own mind, was that he couldn't remember why he locked himself within the Millennium Puzzle. He could have allowed his soul to transcend 5,000 years ago, but instead the young Pharaoh decided to preserve himself. "I must have had a purpose," Yami thought. The frustration was overwhelming at times, but Yami was a spirit, not a human. Such emotions and unanswered questions would drive a human insane. A human mind would be ill with passing time and sleepiness nights should they ever forget who they were. But Yami had silently endured for ages...continually wandering about the labyrinth of his own mind, without a concern for time. He bore the mark of great sacrifice.
Yami continued forward. He felt something resonating from beneath him. It wasn't a physical feeling, but a mental one. "It feels like..."
Yami could not answer this question. His emotions had turned to dust and his only connection with compassion, love, hope, pleasure and sorrow was Yugi. For Yami, his soul purpose was to find the truth.
A strange smell. Yami halted. Too late.
"I cannot tread any further," Yami said covering his mouth. "It's a little hard to breath and I sense it will only get worse."
"Can you see anything?" Yugi asked.
Yami had trouble clearing the substance from his lungs. Truthfully, he was having trouble breathing for a while but Yami was not the type to complain. He tried to speak but failed. Yami, the once great Pharaoh dropped to his knees and bowed before the great cave which began to crumble under his feet.
"Yami? Are you okay?"
"I—I can't...bre" He clutched his jacket.
"Cough Yami! You need to breathe!" Yugi shouted.
Yugi sensed that the ground was rumbling and breaking a part.
"Yami you need to RUN!!" Yugi shouted within Yami's mind.
Yami wheezed and grabbed his throat. He couldn't obey little Yami's orders. The weight was growing. The pressure was causing Yami great pain. He shuddered under the unknown and tried to compose himself. But Yami had no command of his body. The pain was too great and Yami was not used to it.
"I feel...pressure in...in my chest!" Yami bellowed. Something was very wrong. Yami was now on his side and a great fissure was growing out of no where.
"I'M SORRY YUGI...I...can't..." Yami wheezed.
Seeing Yami like this shot a tremble up Yugi's figurative spine. Yami was brought down...not by a millennium item, not with duel monsters, but by a silent fume.
"Wait! Yami....what's going on?" Yugi thought.
But there was no response. Yami was unconscious. At least, that's what Yugi was hoping. The crevasse deepened into what seemed forever. There was no floor or ceiling, just a feeling of vast emptiness.
"Yami let me take over!" Yugi pleaded. "Please spirit, don't leave me!"
They fell into the darkness.
Yami's body hit the ground with incredible force. But since he was already unconscious, Yugi could not sense whether or not the spirit survived the shock. Yugi figured that since he was still alive, Yami had to be alive too. His hair was dusty grey and his eyes silent. There was blood.
Yugi broke his promise to Yami, and took over.
Yugi arose to a great pain. His entire being ached from head to foot, and his chest burned with hatred for the poison it had absorbed. Yami was not responding. "But at least he's safe. I'll just have to lead us now," Yugi thought. The blood was coming from a small cut in Yugi's forehead, and Yugi had trouble opening his left eye. Little Yugi shivered in great pain. He felt as though on the verge of death and more than ever his heart ached with incredible sadness.
"Why," he thought. "Why do I feel like crying?"
A tear dropped from Yugi's right eye. He curled up within himself and hoped for one last comfort. Yugi was not built to endure such pain. He was just a little teenager with friends and other responsibilities. This was too much. He conceded to the seeping hurt and withdrew any hope of salvation.
"Stop crying, Yugi," Yugi implored. "There's no reason to cry! The dark is just an empty threat...it's just an empty... Yami..." Yugi collapsed in tears and covered his face with his hands. He was crying...gasping for air. He was engulfed in sadness. Sadness for his friends, sadness for the spirit, and sadness from the darkness within the cave.
Yugi cried.
Chapter 3: Breathe, Yami
Yami was a spirit. He was not flesh like little Yugi and within him was no heat or substance. Without Yugi, Yami was nothing. It was only when Yami was in control of Yugi's body that he could feel the blood pumping through his veins and the soft tapping of his heart against his chest. Yami grasped his heart. Even though he had done this time and time before, the feelings of a living body were remarkable to him. Yami never spoke of these things, of course. He was silent. He chose to silently endure, as he has done for so many years before. He clutched the triangular artifact in his fingers—the same fingers which assist Yugi in his duels and have time and time before drawn the cards needed for victory. Yami, however, was still only a spirit. His protection of Yugi could only go so far. He was imprisoned forever by the Millennium Puzzle. A curse he placed upon himself in order to seal away a great threat thousands of years ago. Yami walked cautiously into the tightening space and thought about his past.
His feet pounded the hard earth. Yami, despite his strong voice and sturdy demeanor, was tranquil. It is the mark of a great sacrifice. For once you pay the ultimate price, everything else by comparison is dust. Even Yami himself had faded away. He had forgotten everything about himself...about his past. He couldn't remember his mother's face or his true name. But what bothered Yami the most, while he silently thought alone in the chambers of his own mind, was that he couldn't remember why he locked himself within the Millennium Puzzle. He could have allowed his soul to transcend 5,000 years ago, but instead the young Pharaoh decided to preserve himself. "I must have had a purpose," Yami thought. The frustration was overwhelming at times, but Yami was a spirit, not a human. Such emotions and unanswered questions would drive a human insane. A human mind would be ill with passing time and sleepiness nights should they ever forget who they were. But Yami had silently endured for ages...continually wandering about the labyrinth of his own mind, without a concern for time. He bore the mark of great sacrifice.
Yami continued forward. He felt something resonating from beneath him. It wasn't a physical feeling, but a mental one. "It feels like..."
Yami could not answer this question. His emotions had turned to dust and his only connection with compassion, love, hope, pleasure and sorrow was Yugi. For Yami, his soul purpose was to find the truth.
A strange smell. Yami halted. Too late.
"I cannot tread any further," Yami said covering his mouth. "It's a little hard to breath and I sense it will only get worse."
"Can you see anything?" Yugi asked.
Yami had trouble clearing the substance from his lungs. Truthfully, he was having trouble breathing for a while but Yami was not the type to complain. He tried to speak but failed. Yami, the once great Pharaoh dropped to his knees and bowed before the great cave which began to crumble under his feet.
"Yami? Are you okay?"
"I—I can't...bre" He clutched his jacket.
"Cough Yami! You need to breathe!" Yugi shouted.
Yugi sensed that the ground was rumbling and breaking a part.
"Yami you need to RUN!!" Yugi shouted within Yami's mind.
Yami wheezed and grabbed his throat. He couldn't obey little Yami's orders. The weight was growing. The pressure was causing Yami great pain. He shuddered under the unknown and tried to compose himself. But Yami had no command of his body. The pain was too great and Yami was not used to it.
"I feel...pressure in...in my chest!" Yami bellowed. Something was very wrong. Yami was now on his side and a great fissure was growing out of no where.
"I'M SORRY YUGI...I...can't..." Yami wheezed.
Seeing Yami like this shot a tremble up Yugi's figurative spine. Yami was brought down...not by a millennium item, not with duel monsters, but by a silent fume.
"Wait! Yami....what's going on?" Yugi thought.
But there was no response. Yami was unconscious. At least, that's what Yugi was hoping. The crevasse deepened into what seemed forever. There was no floor or ceiling, just a feeling of vast emptiness.
"Yami let me take over!" Yugi pleaded. "Please spirit, don't leave me!"
They fell into the darkness.
Yami's body hit the ground with incredible force. But since he was already unconscious, Yugi could not sense whether or not the spirit survived the shock. Yugi figured that since he was still alive, Yami had to be alive too. His hair was dusty grey and his eyes silent. There was blood.
Yugi broke his promise to Yami, and took over.
Yugi arose to a great pain. His entire being ached from head to foot, and his chest burned with hatred for the poison it had absorbed. Yami was not responding. "But at least he's safe. I'll just have to lead us now," Yugi thought. The blood was coming from a small cut in Yugi's forehead, and Yugi had trouble opening his left eye. Little Yugi shivered in great pain. He felt as though on the verge of death and more than ever his heart ached with incredible sadness.
"Why," he thought. "Why do I feel like crying?"
A tear dropped from Yugi's right eye. He curled up within himself and hoped for one last comfort. Yugi was not built to endure such pain. He was just a little teenager with friends and other responsibilities. This was too much. He conceded to the seeping hurt and withdrew any hope of salvation.
"Stop crying, Yugi," Yugi implored. "There's no reason to cry! The dark is just an empty threat...it's just an empty... Yami..." Yugi collapsed in tears and covered his face with his hands. He was crying...gasping for air. He was engulfed in sadness. Sadness for his friends, sadness for the spirit, and sadness from the darkness within the cave.
Yugi cried.