A Cut

Silently Broken

Disclaimer: Don't own yugioh.

Don't worry Animechik, next chapter is for you and mokuba! The part where Seto is alive is going to be a flashback, is that ok? Please tell me if you perfer somthing else.

This chapter is for kiyoshi-wheeler and yami! Hey, I was just wondering if anyone knew that in Ancient Egypt Seto and Bakura were 20 something while Yami was just a teen? Now they're all the same age. That's probably why yugi is so short.

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"Yugi", he wisped as a tear escaped and slid down his cheek. He had no idea his light was so unhappy. Never noticed that the other half of himself was wallowing in misery while, he, the sworn protector of his innocent lighter half was flirting away with that girl, Anzu (he had broken up with her soon after) and never even so much as bat an eyelash at yugi until he committed suicide, filling him with deep regret.

There were so many "what ifs" in Yami life, but this was the most devastating. His hakari killed himself because of him, and yami could never forgive himself.

He looked at the lonely grave that he was looking at. The little somber angel showed exactly how he felt. His little light, his little angel was all alone on this hill. Poor hakari.

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Looking in yugi's bed, yami sighed. The sheets looked perfectly tucked in as usually and everything was as neat and tidy as can be, making it appear that the owner had just gone on a vacation. Yami wished it were so as he silently left the room. He could not stand the depressing air around the room. His little innocent light had paid the price for Yami. Now it was his turn, tonight.

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Sneaking into the bathroom, Yami pulled out a sharp blade from his pocket. It was the same knife that yugi had used. Someone had cleaned it off and placed it back in yugi's room, in the little bed stand drawer where he kept all his favorite objects. Yami never understand why yugi treasured that little blade so much. Perhaps tonight he would.

Slowly, he pulled down his sleeve and raised the knife above it. Then, he pressed down gently, then harder and harder. He cut diagonally through the large vein on both wrists and waited. Horrified that all the blood had dripped down his cloths and onto the rug, he placed it over the sink. However, the vibrant crimson stood out on the pure white sink, sickening him. He shuddered at the sight of so much blood, and then turned the faucet on.

A cut drips red blood into the sink

Mix it with fresh running water,

And you have a pretty pale hue of pink.

Yami fell to his knees and slump to the ground, unable to move. He could feel blackness coming in. "Take me to yugi", he thought as he bordered unconsciousness. When Yami was almost fully there, he heard something that sounded suspiciously like childish laughter. He turned toward it and smiled. It was nice, like hearing a long forgotten sound you grew up with. The source was now right in front of him grinning happily. Yami smiled too and said to the small figure,

"Hello Yugi"

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Alright! Almost done unless there are some more suggestions?

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