Hiya everyone, yes it's back and I've made corrections - but knowing my luck, I've missed some. I will update very soon, I've almost finished writing the third chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh!
Uncertain feelings leads to rash actions.
Chapter One,
Kristy…
Yami stared at Yugi's empty bed. His imprint gave Yami the imaginary sensation of seeing his face. Yami had missed his chance, yet again! He couldn't understand why he couldn't tell Yugi how he felt. They had been dancing around each other for years and when the time finally came, when the perfect moment arrived; he choked. And Yugi would walk away.
He remembered all the nights he'd sit at the end of Yugi's bed and stare at him, sleeping like a new born angel. So soft, were his cheeks and yet so fragile, as if he would dismantle at first touch. Within Yami's eye's, every aspect of Yugi was perfection. There were no faults or flaws in his design, no glitch or mistake; he was perfect.
A single tear spilled down his face, as he mumbled harsh words to himself. As if he were telling himself off.
Suddenly he heard a female voice ring from down stairs. Quickly jumped up, he walked to the hall way. He stared in horror as Yugi linked arms with a young girl and walked out the door.
She was fair and quite slim, Yugi's height, with long black hair. Yugi's Grandpa waved them off and slowly shut the door behind them. As the door seemed to sway slowly, Yami could see Yugi steal a quick kiss from her rose tinted cheek.
At that precise moment, Yami ran back into their room and grabbed the first thing he could find. With an incredible force, he flung it against the nearest wall. Unfortunately, it was a photo frame - the glass flew in each direction and a picture gracefully landed on the floor.
Yami plonked himself to the floor and sobbed hard into his knee's. His tears could not describe the shier pain his heart put him through. Nothing meant more to him than having his sweet aibou in his arm's once more. He'd give anything to have Yugi with him.
'I'm always messing things up around him, now I'll never pluck up enough courage to tell him that I love him. Maybe it'll be better for the both of us if I just leave him alone. Without my constant intrusions, he can have more free time with, w-with, his girlfriend.'
Soon, Mr Muto charged up the stairs and sort to comfort him. Patting Yami's shoulder's, he gave him a warm hug. Allowing his tear's to flow freely, he did not hold back. Mr Muto stared at the broken frame, Yami noticed this and apologized.
"Now, now Yami. No need to apologize, I know it hurts but you have to try and guide Yugi through his life and not feel envious of Kristy." He nodded, he understood that Yugi's happiness was more important. But he couldn't bare to look at Yugi after what he saw, to have Yugi's lips upon his cheek was all he had ever dreamed of. To wake to his radiant face beside him was his wildest fantasy and to comfort him so tenderly when he were hurt or upset was to be his most humble duty and pleasure.
Yami's sobs quietened and Yugi's Grandpa decided to leave him for a while. As he left, he picked up the picture that fell from the frame and handed it to Yami. His shaky hand smoothed out the creases of the glossy paper. He stared down in amazement, he had forgotten that day, instead of a tear - it was a blush that emerged from his face.
He suddenly clutched the picture tight to his chest and placed it inside his pocket. Standing up, he decided to clean the glass from the floor. Slowly trudging downstairs, he picked up a broom and dustpan. As he passed Mr Muto, he thanked him graciously and returned to his room.
Soon the floor was glass free and he dumped the last of the shards into a cardboard box, ready to be taken to the dustbins. He pulled open a draw from their desk and grabbed a pen, he swiftly wrote, 'glass' on the cardboard and was about to close the draw. When something caught his eye…
The Millennium Rod.
He picked it up and grasped it tightly his hand, he suddenly felt a slight tingling, the sensation of power rushed through his body. It grew the more he held it, with a flick of the wrist, he swayed it for right to left, in gold waves of motion.
The sudden spark of laughter came from downstairs, it seemed Yugi had returned with his girlfriend. The sharp pain in his heart swiftly returned and he ripped at every valve, then spreading through out his body.
He sniffled slightly and suddenly; the thought came to him, as swiftly as the north winds whip across the lands.
'If I weren't here; if I'd just leave.'
"Very well Yugi, this is for you…" Yami inhaled deeply and raised the rod high above his head.
"I; Pharaoh Yami order you to transport me to the shadow realm!!" The rod rapidly shone to life. It's radiant glow filled the room, however it was soon replaced by oozing clouds of darkness. The rod slipped from his hand, as he watched his body begin to gradually disappear.
"Y-Yami…" There stood Yugi, watching in absolute dismay - as his guardian slowly seeped into the black shadows. Yugi shook his head and gazed upon Yami's apologetic face.
He spoke in a gruff tone, "Yugi; I'm so sorry. Now, you'll have more time with Kristy. I'm leaving now…" He sounded weak and his face was the most palest Yugi had ever looked upon.
"Yami! No!!! Don't leave me!!" Yami shook his head, his chest was now gone and his neck was vanishing as well.
"This is my last chance Yugi…… I'll always love-" Unable to finish, Yami was completely soaked up by shadows and left in his place, was the Millennium Rod. Yugi bent down and picked it up, clutching it tight to his chest, he broke down and laid on the floor, letting his tears spill.
As his heart began to brake down; unknown to the small boy; that he was about to endure the greatest heart ache of his life.