Eh...angsty little oneshot. Might getan epilogue, if I feel like writing one. Go, Disclaimer Dude!
Disclaimer Dude: Miriku does not own Yuugiou, a motorcycle, or a white SUV. She does own a cell phone, though.
Blinded
It happened in the blink of an eye.
The results were near devastating.
Yami and Yuugi shot down the street on Yami's motorcycle. Yuugi clung tight to Yami's waist, laughing.
Under the visor of his helmet, Yami grinned. He sped up from forty miles per hour to the speed limit, forty-five. Yuugi let out a whoop, voice strangely muffled by his own helmet.
This was Yuugi's first motorcycle ride, and he was loving every second of it. He had waited patiently enough while Yami had shown him how to put on the helmet and leather gear. Now, Yami wanted him to enjoy it as much as possible.
If only they had known.
Yami slowed at a four-way stop. Seeing no one else coming, he sped up again.
A white SUV came out of nowhere, roaring along at seventy, radio blaring. The driver was too busy yammering away on his cell phone to notice the pair of teens on the motorcycle.
That is, not until he slammed right into them.
Some time later
Yami woke with a start in his own room. His head throbbed.
What…where…
Yami sat up, wincing as the many cuts and bruises covering his body shot lances of red hot pain through him. He shook his head, trying to clear his foggy memory. All he remembered was being on the motorcycle with Yuugi. Then…something had hit them…
Yami looked up at his alarm clock. It was the type that not only told time, but also date, month, and day.
July twenty-eighth.
Last he'd checked, it had read July twenty-fifth.
I've been out of it…for three days…I have to check on Yuugi! He pushed open the door of his room and ran over to Yuugi's.
Yuugi lay on his bed, still out of it. His small body looked woefully battered. His lip was bleeding a little.
Yami felt overcome with shame. If I hadn't invited him to ride with me…if he hadn't come…if I hadn't even thought of it…
He kneeled next to the bed, placing a light kiss on his hikari's still lips. Crimson eyes brimming with shamed tears, he stood up and strode out of the room.
Fifteenminutes later
Yuugi woke with a start. He opened his eyes—or, at least, he thought he did. Pitch darkness surrounded him.
He remembered the crash, and shuddered. Ooh…I never want to do that again.
He looked around. It was still pitch black.
What's going on? What time is it?
He knew he was in his own room. That was about it.
Yuugi reached under his pillow, grabbed his flashlight, and hit the on button.
Nothing.
He turned it off, shook it, and turned it back on.
Still nothing.
Hmm…the battery must be dead.
Yuugi stumbled across his room. Finding the light switch, he flipped it up.
Not one spark of light graced his eyes.
Feeling a strange sense of dread creep over him, he began to listen.
It wasn't night—there was too much motion. Too many sounds. Birds chirping; people talking.
He raised his hands to his eyes.
They were wide and staring.
"No…" he whispered. He couldn't be. He just couldn't.
Yuugi rushed to the window. He tripped over his desk chair and fell sprawling. Shaking, he hauled himself up and dashed to the window. He fumbled with the lock, then flung it open. He leaned out, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks.
He felt the sunshine, warm on his face.
He smelled the resiny scent of the pine that grew next to his window.
He heard the joyful chirruping and twittering of a robin, so close that he could almost touch it.
But all he saw was darkness.
"No!" Yuugi sobbed. He fell to his knees, covering his face with his hands.
The world was closed to him. He would never again see the sun. The moon. The city streets. His friends. His cards.
Anything.
He was blind.
Yami
Yami heard the shout. He bolted up the stairs, slamming open the door to Yuugi's room.
"Yuugi!"
The young boy was curled beneath the window, sobbing. Yami ran up to him. He knelt down next to his friend, touching his shoulder.
"Yuugi, what's wrong?"
Yuugi slowly looked up at him.
His eyes—there's something wrong with his eyes—
Yuugi's amethyst orbs seemed to peer out from behind a milky white veil. Yami had seen this symptom before—had not his own father gone blind before his death?
"Y-Yami?"
His voice shook uncontrollably. Yami could tell that he was on the verge of hysterics.
Yami wrapped his arms comfortingly around him. "Hushhh," he whispered soothingly. "It'll be all right…I know it will."
He picked the young boy up and moved to the bed. Yuugi let himself be carried, burying his face in Yami's shoulder.
"I-I'm sorry, Yami."
Yami ran a finger along his best friend's bangs. "Whatever for? You're still my hikari. My aibou. My Yuugi. Nothing can change that. This isn't your fault."
He looked away. "If anything, it's my fault."
:Is not.:
Yami switched from spoken word to mind speech as fast as Yuugi did.
:How can you be sure of that, Yuugi:
:Because it's partly my own fault. I agreed to go with you, didn't I? We're both to blame.:
:But—:
:No, Yami. I actually know what I'm talking about. And…I think I'll be okay.:
:Well…is there any way I can help:
Silence for a moment.
:You can start: Yuugi purred :by giving me a massage...:
Yami grinned mischievously.
He wants a massage? Oh, I'll give him a massage all right…