Tearstained Heart
A/N: Short one-shot YxYY, a little angsty... okay, a lot angsty... Slightly AU, just so you know...
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO. I am poor.
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Once upon a time two people lived in a happy, almost fairytale life. They were the wonderful couple accomplishing the seemingly impossible, living off love.
Maybe the fact that they were almost identical in appearance, one slightly taller, aided them in their pursuit of happiness, and the acceptance of those they called friends.
As all that existed under the façade of love they had their share of fights, one with the wisdom of just 18 years and hardship, and the other with several millennia of bottled feeling to guide them.
The younger, lighter soul went by the name of Yugi Mouto, and the youth was entirely swallowed up by his love for the man he knew only as Yami.
Yami returned Yugi's love as well as he could, but part of his soul was consumed by inexplicable hatred and torment. If those emotions had surfaced more often, little Yugi would have been swallowed up by the maelstrom and washed away with nothing to cling to. He wouldn't have felt as horrible as he'd felt only a short while ago.
After one of their more violent arguments, over what Yugi could not even remember, he huddled in a corner watching as Yami packed his belongings and stormed out the door. He carefully picked and slivers of glass from his arms and feet watching the blood pool up from the cuts through blurry violet eyes.
'I won't cry!' He told himself, the fierceness in his inner voice shocking. 'He's left off like this before, so mad... but he's always come home... he'll come home.'
The days passed and all that Yugi had heard from Yami was an angry message proclaiming that he wouldn't be returning and he had found someone else that truly cared for him.
This had brought hurt sobs from the young man on the receiving end of the phone call. He'd sunk to the ground feeling as though his heart were being torn from his chest and sobbed miserably into the carpet, scratching at the scabs that had formed on his limbs from the glass.
Days turned into weeks, and soon it had been more than a month that Yami had been gone, but Yugi could still not bring himself to believe that his love was not coming back to him. He didn't know what he had done wrong... he wondered if Yami been with someone else all along, if he'd just been led on until the final fight, when Yami had the severance needed to walk away from their relationship.
The only thing Yugi could be sure of was his broken hear. It had been shredded into pieces. He was lost now; his only choice now seemed to be losing the rest of the world, and as soon as possible.
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"Yugi?" The door creaked open and Yami's head popped in. "I'm sorry to be a bother..." he walked through the front entrance and into the kitchen, "I just realized, I'd left some books and stuff here –are you even here? I saw your ...car..." as he walked into the living room he saw more than what he'd bargained for.
Sprawled across the coffee table, glass embedded into his wrists and dried blood pooled across the table and on his slack face, laid Yugi.
"Oh my Lord... Yugi... Oh God, what did I do to you?" As he lifted Yugi's head he saw a paper heart cutout laying crumpled under the smaller one's face. Bloody and tearstained it read 'Yami Yugi' with Yugi crossed out.
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Okay! Well, now that I'm done that, it's your turn! Please review and tell me what you thought! I know it was short, but I have a disease with writing short stories when they're really supposed to be short stories... grins Wrap your head around that one...
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