Yuugi walked back into the game and put away the broom; all he could do was sigh as he looked at the glinting puzzle that sat upon the table. Amethyst eyes welled up with tears as he turned and went up to his room. All the while, he didn't realize the puzzle had begun to glow.

"Yuugi is everything alright, you seem to be upset." Yami appeared in his usual transparent form. The spirit looked at the young game master with concern showing brightly through ruby orbs.

"I'm fine, there is no need to worry, I'm just a little tired." Yuugi muttered from his book. He wouldn't look at the spirit, not now anyway.

"Yuugi, don't hide things from me, I'm just trying to help you." Yami tried to reason with small teen.

"I'm fine, ok, just stop bugging me!" Yuugi shouted at him before glancing daringly into the ruby eyes.

"Look into my eyes and tell me your alright." Yami confirmed.

Yuugi turned and put on a straight face, "I'm fine."

Yami sighed before nodding and disappearing.

The spirit landed in room of staircases and sat to think. It wasn't like Yuugi to lie to him, sure there were some things they kept from each other, just small things that seemed too personal to tell anybody. But as of late, Yuugi hadn't been telling him anything. It was almost like; if he did then the boy would shatter.

Outside, Yuugi broke down on his bed, sobbing his heart out into the pillow, not caring if his Grandfather heard him or not. This was something the old man couldn't help with. Not even Yami could.


"Hey Yuug'!" An excited Jou shouted from his locker as the small teen walked into the school.

"Hey Jou." Yuugi murmured before feinting a yawn.

"You tired Yuug'? How late did you stay up?" Jou questioned his friend.

"I stayed up until about two talking with Yami." Yuugi lied, in reality, he wished he had been talking with Yami, instead he had been crying until about four thirty.

"Crap, you gotta tell Yami that you do need sleep, we all can't just go into a puzzle and regenerate our energy." Jou stated before looking down at Yuugi.

"I'll be sure to remind him." Yuugi muttered before entering the room.

"Yuugi you ok? You've seemed really distant all week." Honda asked the small teen.

"I'm fine, just a little tired." Yuugi smiled up at his friend whom just shrugged before taking his seat next to Otogi.

Yuugi sat down and noticed something; he hadn't been wearing the Sennen Puzzle as of late. When was the last time he had actually put it on? He continued to daydream and didn't bother taking notes. His teacher was old and didn't bother to yell at students so he didn't worry much.

He began doodling on the edge of his paper until the bell rang, signaling the end of first period. The young game master made his way through the day until it there was one more period of the day.


Yuugi had only Jou and Kaiba in his class and the two were in the far back away from him. He would have no one to talk to, again. It was like this all the time. No one could understand what he was going through. Not even he knew what was going on with his emotions.

Sighing he laid his head down on the desk and fell into a short sleep. Not caring if the teacher would try waking him up any minute now. Not caring that Yami was desperately prodding his mind. Sleep seemed to be the best thing for him now. Slowly the darkness began to eat away the little consciousness he had left.

Nothing but darkness, just like the spirit in his puzzle.


I lied! I decided to make it easier on myself, I'm writing the Meant To Be books with two main pairings. This one, focus's on Jou and Kaiba for odd chapters and Yuugi and Yami for even. The two will eventually twine together. Everybody like?

Good, you better, or you shall face my fury.

Faye: We're so frightened.

Sorry to make you all wait, school and marching band got in the way. I'm actually in the library posting this at the moment. And the Librarian is starting to scare me.

It's short, I know, but I figured I've made you all wait long enough. Next chapter, you'll find out why Yuugi fell into this mysterious slumber. I'm all into clichés. Can you tell?