All right, folks. Here's chapter two. I think I'll only have one more chapter for this one. Or maybe two...
Disclaimer Dude: Miriku does not own YuGiOh.
See Me
Yami found himself sitting beneath a gnarled old oak, wrapped in a hooded black cloak. It took him a few moments to realize where he was—but when he did, a grin spread across his face.
He was in Domino Park.
Home.
Pulling the cloak tighter around his lithe frame and the hood over his face, Yami stood up and began to walk. He strode through the park, enjoying the cool wind on his face. He was real, now—he felt things for himself, instead of through his hikari.
He immediately sobered. My hikari…Yuugi. I have to find him.
Determination in his step, he continued around the park. He finally spotted a small, familiar figure sitting alone on a small hill. Using his powers to shield himself from view, Yami crept around to get a good look at his hikari.
What he saw made his heart stop.
Pain and loneliness were etched across Yuugi's face as he stared off into the space in front of him. Guilt and sadness were present, as well. He looked haunted; tormented. His face was an unhealthy pale color. And the twinkle that Yami knew so well was gone from his eyes.
It seemed like Yuugi was fading away.
Unable to take it anymore, Yami dropped the invisibility.
"Yuugi!"
He received absolutely no response. Yuugi continued to stare off into space, oblivious of the man in front of him.
Yami waved his hand in front of Yuugi's face. The boy didn't even blink.
Shaking, Yami reached out to touch his hikari's arm.
His hand slid right through.
Yuugi reacted for a moment, pulling his jacket tighter around him. But he still didn't see the former spirit right in front of his nose.
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Yuugi's mind was a subconscious blur. He lived on automatic, trudging through life without really noticing anything.
His mind, in short, had shut down. He knew he was in pain, but didn't remember why. He knew he'd lost someone, but didn't remember who. He knew that the someone was important to him, but couldn't remember the reason.
It didn't matter, though.
Nothing mattered.
The wind stopped, his brain noted.
And it seemed to be so, for suddenly, the wind blowing at him wasn't as hard as it had been moments before. He got the sense that someone was standing in front of him, but dismissed it as a figment of his imagination. No one was there.
Suddenly, his arm began to feel cold. He pulled the sleeve down, wrapping the jacket closer around his tiny frame. Ever since—whatever had happened—Yuugi had become more susceptible to colds and other sicknesses. He never left home in the autumn and winter without his jacket.
All of a sudden, he sneezed.
Sniffling, he pulled himself up. Better get home before you catch cold, his brain noted again, and it began moving his legs in the direction of the now-empty Kame Game Shop.
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Yami could hardly believe his eyes. This poor, sickly little teen—was Yuugi?
He felt a pang of guilt. This is my fault. If I hadn't left him…
Yami followed Yuugi out of the park and down the street. With a sudden shock, he noticed that Yuugi wasn't wearing the Puzzle any more.
Is that why he can't see me?
"No," hissed a familiar voice—one that Yuugi happened to not hear. "It's because he doesn't remember you."
Yami whipped around, glaring at Bakura. "What do you mean by that?" he asked sharply.
Bakura sniggered. "None of them can see or hear you, because none of them remember you. I can see you just fine—but then again, it's hardly likely that I'd forget you any time soon."
Yami rolled his eyes. "Yes, tomb robber. I know. Now, if you'll excuse me—"
Before Bakura could say another word, Yami sprinted off down the street to catch up to Yuugi.
"It's me," he whispered into the boy's ear. "It's Yami. Don't you remember? Don't you remember me?"
No answer. Yuugi's head remained down, staring at the concrete as he walked over it. Tears began to spill out of the corners of Yami's eyes.
"Yuugi…"
And the boy looked up.
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Yuugi could have sworn he heard someone whisper his name. But when he looked up, no one was there.
For about five seconds, that is.
A cloaked form began to blur into view, and the stranger was walking at the same speed he was.
Yuugi stopped, and so did the figure. Bold crimson eyes peered out at him from the depths of the hood.
"Yuugi?"
Yuugi edged backward a bit. "H-How do you know my name? Wh-Who are you?"
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Those words cut Yami like a knife. His hikari didn't recognize him—didn't remember him.
"It's me," he said quietly, pulling back his hood. "Don't you remember?"
The only emotions registering on Yuugi's face were shock and fear. Not even the slightest hint of recognition.
"Who are you?" he repeated.
Yami turned away, head bowed. Bakura was right. Not even Yuugi recognized him.
His only source of true comfort was gone—and there was no way for him to return to the place his kind belonged.
"No one. Never mind. It doesn't matter. Not anymore."
Yuugi looked at him for another moment or so. He felt as if he should know this sad figure, this mirror of his.
But he didn't know why.
Shrugging it off, he started out across the intersection.
What he didn't see was the car that zoomed towards him out of nowhere.
His only warning was a shout from behind him.
"Aibou, look out!"
And suddenly, he was thrown aside.
He whipped around in time to see the man in the cloak, the one that seemed so familiar to him, take the full brunt of the crash.
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