Whispers of the Heart

Hello all!!! Nazura returns!

/We're back with something to the likes that I think we haven't done before/

And that is a severe heaping helping of Yugi angst. Anshi will elaborate with summary.

/Buried memories inside of Yugi's mind are beginning to resurface---spawning three alter-egos, one the essence of innocence and the other two darker and more sinister than Yami could ever imagine.../

Disclaimers? Um...Soji, Miharu and Saiko are all mine. Aken is not mine, but I thought it would be cool if I could use him before I make him all happy and evil in Midnight Days. He belongs to PFM/BD/LBDA/ANR. I'd kill to see him is street clothes...he is pretty...

/And we don't own Yugioh...if we did...there would be great amounts of implied yaoi...prideshipping...ooooooooooohhhhh..../

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Whispers of the Heart

Surfacing Problems: Soji

I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.
Oh the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
Too sharp to put back together.
Too small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.

When Yami walked into the house, he knew instantly that there was something wrong. He opened his mouth to call out to Yugi, but no sound passed his lips. Yami kicked off his shoes and set down his backpack. He tossed his jacket on the couch and walked towards their room. There was a deadly and evil silence hovering now.Yami heard the pounding sound of his heart echoing in his mind. He felt tense as he stared at the doorknob. He reached for it, but his hand stopped short. His mind began to run.

Normally, he would be hearing some sound, like Yugi's Hikaru Utada CD or his W-inds CD. But there was complete silence.

Mere moments before Yami turned the doorknob to enter the room; he heard a faint singing and some giggling, like a child. Yami began to tense once more. Now or never came, and Yami bit his lip and opened the door.

The room was uncannily neat and orderly, except for Yugi sitting on the floor with some crayons and paper. There were a few sheets that looked like they had been vaguely scribbled on tossed around. Yami noticed distinctly that his side of the room was much neater that it had been that morning. Yugi sat one the floor, humming come children songs to himself with a happy and giddy voice that Yami had never heard before.

Yugi then noticed Yami, and looked up at him with eyes that rivaled the cutest puppy.

"Hello! Who are you?" His voice was different, it was pure, more innocent. Yami was unsure of how to respond.

"Don't you know who I am Yugi?" He asked. Yugi looked at him with a puzzled look.

"No. I don't think I've met you before. My name is Soji." Yugi said, smiling. Yami blinked, and decided that it would be easier to play along for the moment.

"I'm Yami. What are you drawing, Soji?" Yugi turned back to the reddish scribbles on the paper, complete contrast to the black shape on the opposite side of the paper.

"Grownups don't understand my pictures. But you're not a grownup...so do you understand? That's Saiko, the good dragon, he wants me to live..." He pointed to the red scribble, vaguely in the shape of a dragon.

"And that is the bad dragon, Miharu, he wants to kill." Yugi's voice trailed off. He blinked twice and his head shuddered, as if he were snapping back into reality.

"Yugi? Are you okay?" Yami asked. Yugi looked at him.

"I'm fine. What are you talking about? Have I been not okay?"

Yami sat back, looking down at the dragon-scribbles on paper. Miharu, the black dragon. He wanted death. Saiko, the red dragon. He wanted life. He changed his gaze to Yugi, who was looking around strangely at the papers. He scooped them up and shoved them into a desk drawer.

"Yami? Is something okay? Did you loose to Nazura again?" Yugi asked.

"Hu? No. She didn't defeat me again." Yami said. He hadn't even spoken to Nazura today. She told him that she had work to do. She had just gotten her magic shop up and running, and there were rumors that she had her own slave boy as well.

"Who didn't defeat you again?" Yami snapped back to see the happy and innocent face of Yugi/Soji.

"Oh...a friend of mine. She play certain games better than me." Yami said. Yugi sat down on the floor next to Yami and hugged him, retaining the voice of Soji.

"I like you Yami, will you take me away?" Yugi asked, looking up.

"Take you from where?"

"The bad place. The dark place." Yugi wrapped his arms around Yami (who blushed and blinked) and hugged him like he was a brother. Yugi blinked before releasing Yami and scuttling away in embarrassment.

Yami woke later that evening (like...midnight) to the sound of glass breaking. He sat up and looked. Yugi was kneeling on the desk and staring at his hand. The window was broken and there was blood on his hand. Yami kicked the covers off the bed and got behind Yugi, putting one arm around his waist and the other grabbing for the injured limb.

"Have to get out! Have to escape!" Yugi cried. His eyes were glazed over, like he was still asleep. It seemed to be a nightmare of dramatic proportions.

Yugi began to pull away from Yami, inching towards the window. Yami held onto his hikari with both hands. Yugi was frantic, insane with his fear and his need to be away. Yami didn't know what he should be doing. He braced his legs against the chair and pulled. Yugi and Yami went flying back into the wall. Yugi lay still and seemed to have slipped back into a blank sleep. Yami carried him to the bathroom and bandaged his hand before putting him back to bed.

Yami began to tap into his own powers, appearing at the door to Yugi's soul room. He gently pushed the door open and a strange and ominous wind blew at him. The room was dark, and there was no sound. Yami took a step into the room before he heard the giggling voice of Soji. The blackness yielded nothing.

Yami returned to his own mind to think.

After coming up with no conclusion, he resolved to chat about this with Nazura and her assistant Aken tomorrow.

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