I would like to take a moment to deticate this story to my friend Dan. Dan has issues. Dan had a chances to fix those issues. Dan gave up that chance to fix those issues because he's a dumbass, and currently in making no attempt to get better. Dan believes that all that's left for him is death, which is the truth with the way he's heading.

The moral to this entire story of mine: Take a chance, when you find love, don't every chance to get it away. If you have issues- like me and so many other people in this world have- get over them. I realize at times it is not that easy, and the road seems hopeless and depressing, but seriously, life will go on. You're a human, Dan. A few people will be sad when you die, but time cannot stop for you. Soon no one will be sad to see you go if you make them all hate you. When you find your someone, don't screw it up and leave them behind. And with those words, I deticate this story, Look What You've Done To Me, to you.

Wow...I feel like a new person! I feel better! Email me with your issues, I'll give my two sense. (Hikari the psycho-ologist, has a nice ring to it)

By the way, don't worry, I'm not nearly done with this story, I just had to get this off my chest.

No, this is not to my boyfriend for those who are wondering, this guy is about 30 and I'm 14...would not happen in a million years. To make up for my over the limit talking and lack of updating, Hikari will post the next chapter as soon as she gets a review!

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I wallow here

staring at my reflection

could knowicing my flaws

lead to perfection?

could this knife to my wrist

be the answer to my wishes

for all my hopes and dreams

went swimming with the fishes

could this blurry sight be

that i'm close to freedom?

all those who pushed me down

hell, I don't need 'em

is this numbing pain

a sign that i'm dying?

will all the problems i have

be sent flying?

could this darkness mean

that i've excepted my fate

don't try to stop me

its already too late-

I tore the paper from my notebook, folding it up and shoving it in the back. Why do I still write that crap anyways? I guess dark poetry has always been something to keep myself occupied, even when Bakura was around. He discovered my little black book a long while ago, and trust me, he definately had something to say about it.

"What's up with this crap, Ryou? You're not really thinking like this, are you? My koi...am I really doing that bad a job of loving you?"

"N-no Kura! Never! I'm not t-thinking of suicide or anything! It's just...I just like to write stuff, I..."

He laughed. "It's ok, I get it. You don't have to worry." His finger touched my lips softly, pulling me closer to him, as he replaced with his own-

Oh yeah...What happened earlier, I forgot about that...By the time Yami got out, I was gone. He almost saw me (he must have gone looking for me), but luckily I had time to turn and run. I couldn't let them know where I was going, because then he would follow us, and that wouldn't end too well. I made it just as the train was leaving to find poor Yuugi wailing miserably in a corner. Poor kid, he thought I had abandoned him. Or maybe he was thinking of worse, aka my run in with the pharoah. I guess it's understandable, my yami wasn't always so nice to me.

It really does make me see two sides of the same pain. I was miserable because no one cared about me or my yami, and yuugi was miserable because everyone cared about Yami rather than him. Personally, I don't see what anyone sees in the guy. He irritates me, and Yugi is the side of his heart that actually cares about his friends. My fellow hikari would die for the other members of the friendship squad, yet he gets nothing in return. Just ignorance.

Somehow, Yuugi has kept that innocence that vanished from my soul a long time ago. He still looks like a tiny puppy who wants love, even as his eyes are tear stained and he's curled up asleep next to me. The kind of childish aura that makes you want to pet him still exists, and seems to could his dark feelings. For me, it's the other way around. I let my own inner hurt kill all feelings of happiness that I had, and It nearly killed me. But he's a fighter, persistant and strong (add annoying to that list).

I envy him for that.

He sighed in his slumber and snuggled closer into my side. The cuteness nearly made my heart melt, almost like it did when I fould Kura in a nightmare. He really does look like a little kid when he cries. He looked so helpless, I had to wake him up. He gave me this look, which reminded me of a scared kitten, then rushed into my arms and wouldn't let go. By the time he called down, he was trying to put back on the tough guy act. I think that that might have been the first time that I had ever seen the big bad tomb robber blush, man he was embarassed. Just to tease him I said that he looks like an infant when he cries. He says I look like one all the time, gee, isn't he good at comebacks...

But it wasn't his childishness that made me feel all gooey inside, it was his reasoning for it. I asked him about his dream, because it had to of been something big to make Bakura the theif king ball his eyes out. He told me that in his dream, I had been taken from him, and killed before his eyes. It kind of shocked me a little bit, I had never known that I was that special to someone. It made me feel so happy, I started crying. Then he started crying and we both were crying, It was odd. That was one of our moments that I've never shared, for we both felt like loosers when It was over. Atleast something good came out of it, Bakura and I went to an all night resturaunt and had ice cream, which became our friday night ritual. No matter what we had planned, it would be canceled for our night together. I don't see why we had that vow. Everything that we did was together anyways.

I looked at Yuugi and wondered to myself about him. Has he ever had fun with his yami? What memories are precious to him? Why isn't he miserable when he has nothing to cherish?

I pulled off my sweater. The night was hot, and the rocking of the train was soothing. Besides us, the only people in our car was a mom with two little kids who were giggling quietly near the front. I hissed slightly in pain as the fabric slid over my arms. It's been 5 days scince I've cut, and in that time, all I've done is sleep. Going weeks without sleep isn't exactly good for you, nor is it easy. That familiar feeling of drowziness is beginning to tug at me, not matter how much I want to continue my calming thoughts of me and Bakura.

Yuugi stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent as he opened his lavender eyes. I looked down at him when he clutched my arm, trying not to wince in pain. "No. Don't do that Ry-chan, don't hurt yourself. It makes me sad." He kissed my arm lightly, then lay his head back against my side. I couldn't help but smile as he promtly began breathing heavily again. He didn't seem like the type to talk in his sleep.

I couldn't help but dive into thought about him again...What does he have to look forward to in life? Yami apparently hates him, his friends only care about his darker half, and he has no one to love him. He's one of the sweetest people I've ever met, and yet he's treated like shit. I never even noticed how sad he was, how much he has to cry about...I wonder how he gets up everyday? I guess I was the same way, hiding my pain with a mask of...well...nothing. I pretended to be happy at first, like Yuugi, but the act slowly got old. I gave up. But he's held onto it for so long...it makes me want to comfort him, and tell him that I do care about him. A week ago, I wouldn't of minded if he had been brutaly murdered, I just wanted revenge. He was the pharoah's bitch, so in my book, he took partial responsibility for my loss. Now I realize that it wasn't his fault. I feel wrong to have ever blamed him, he didn't do anything. He never wanted to hurt me, and I should have never wanted to hurt him. I was as bad as Yami no Yuugi and Bakura acted to one another, holding a grudge from the past that I should have let go.

But you can't blame a guy for being mad over something like this. I was to the point where I was going to die, and Yuugi wasn't exactly doing anything about it. Though...I don't blame him anymore. He's been through enough, and he actually wanted to do something, but didn't have the guts. That's not his fault. I know how it feels to be controled against my will, and I never liked it much, so I can't accuse Yuugi for anything.

I let out a yawn, stretching my legs out. I shouldn't fight sleep any longer, we have a big day ahead. Wrapping my arms around Yuugi, I lay my head back and closed my eyes. The train rocked me to sleep, my mind finally clear of bothersome thoughts that had intruded my head over the previous days.

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Yup. Turned out short...sorry...but it does have big paragraphs!

I appologize for shittyness. The next chapter is already halfway done, and will be ready by the time i get a review...I said a review...(cough) REVIEW!