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Chapter 16


Yugi was in a full panic. He had reassembled the Millennium Puzzle, had broken the binding circle, but still the Spirit did not stir. Yami did not move and his eyes remained blank and staring into nothingness. Yami was lost in a deep ocean just out of reach. No amount of calling seemed to be reaching the drowning Spirit. Tears sprang freshly from Yugi's stinging eyes, and his voice cracked with strain and worry.

He listened for a moment to the room around him. The four Hunters did not stir from their downed positions. A single groan from where Sam had toppled backwards over the wooden desk was the only sign that anyone was even alive. Yugi shook his head. They'd be alright. They had to be because they were strong. His other soul, however, was anything but okay.

The short teen grasped Yami's spectral hand in his own and immediately felt as if he were holding ice in his hands. Yami had no memory of a time before he was a Spirit, and Yugi had not known him prior to his death, of course, but that did not mean the Spirit was without life and warmth. That was no longer the case, though. All vitality seemed to have been leeched from the ancient soul, which was alarming considering that Yami had always seemed to have an overabundance of energy. Yugi felt a lump form is his throat. Was this what it was to truly die? It was too cruel a fate to consider. Yugi's stomach turned and knotted within him.

He pulled Yami's semi-transparent form into his arms, rocking the other soul gently and clinging to him with a new desperation. If Yami's spirit form was still here and tangible, then there had to be some way to reach him wherever his mind had gone.

"Please, Yami. Don't leave me alone. I don't want to be alone again," Yugi sobbed.

In a place that was nowhere and existed outside of time, the Spirit of the Millennium Puzzle felt a tug at his heart. Something he couldn't quite remember was pulling on him, calling for him. He felt a soft light wrap protectively around him, coaxing him gently back to a different place. The darkness around him hissed and surged forward in a final effort to retain its prize, only to be violently repelled by a bright and pure light.

Yami felt his mind clearing as the grasp of the Shadows loosened from him. The dense fog seemed to lift from his thoughts and he became aware, for what felt like the first time, of sensations beyond pain. It was like being able to breathe again and pieces of memories floated back into his dazed consciousness.

Somewhere nearby, a small voice was whispering. A word. "Yami."

A name.

His name. With a jolt, the Spirit remembered. It was his own name, or at least the closest thing he had to a name, that he heard. The voice was right beside him now and weeping pitifully. Yami wanted to reach out and offer comfort to the gentle voice that had called him back. He wanted to stop the sobs echoing around him.

Slowly, with some effort, Yami opened his eyes, letting himself emerge from his dreamlike state. It was difficult. He felt heavy and exhausted; the Shadows had left him drained of his strength.

Over his head, Yami could see a face and it was familiar, framed in golden bangs. The teenage boy was still hugging the Spirit firmly, sniffling and crying. Yami sensed great anguish from the young soul and was grieved to find that these tears were shed because of him. He tried to speak but struggled to form the words. Yugi, with his eyes fixed firmly shut, did not notice as crimson eyes blinked in silent frustration, their owner grappling with his own fatigue.

Yami mustered the remainder of his strength to whisper one name. His voice was raspy and quiet, but it finally obeyed to form the word he sought.

"Yugi."

Yugi froze, taking several seconds to raise his bowed head. He blinked the tears from his eyes and found a set of red eyes gazing back at him, waiting patiently.

"Yami?" Yugi murmured. Yami's eyes softened and he offered a weak smile in response. His form shuddered and faded away as the Spirit, having been freed from the binding magic, retreated into the Puzzle. Yugi was once again flooded with the sense of balance and completion brought by having his soul merged with the Pharaoh's. He sighed in relief at the full feeling in his heart.

Yugi could feel an unusual faintness from the Spirit. It worried the diminutive teen, but he would have to help Yami sort himself out later and hoped that the return to the Puzzle would be enough to help Yami recover. Right now, Yugi realized with a lurch, they needed to get out of Bobby's house and as far away from the Hunters as possible. The Spirit of the Puzzle was already in bad shape. For the first time, Yugi would have to be the one to protect Yami. He couldn't risk another encounter with the Egyptian magic Bobby had somehow dug up.

Besides, Yugi certainly did not want to experience the same feeling of having his other soul ripped from him again.

He did need to check on everyone first, however.

Yugi stood with purpose, and quickly closed the distance between himself and his mother, who was lying unconscious on the floor. Rapidly, the boy checked her breathing and, seeing that she was mostly fine beyond a few bruises, made his way to each of the other Hunters. They were beaten up, but no one seemed to be in any danger from their injuries. The burst of energy that had escaped him later did not seem to have done any permanent damage, and for that he was grateful. It would have to be enough to know that he had not caused them serious harm.

Quietly, Yugi pulled the door to the study shut behind him and pushed a nearby storage chest in front of the it, blocking it just to be safe. It wouldn't hold the four inside for long if they woke up. Sam and Dean could probably force their way through it pretty quickly, but he hoped the barrier might slow them down if they recovered before he made his escape.

He took the stairs two at a time, bounding up them with unusual urgency. The teen swung his bedroom door open and retrieved his navy-blue duffle bag from its place in the small guest closet, swiftly repacking the few items and clothes strewn about the room. Fortunately, he hadn't bothered to exactly unpack most of his things. He checked his back pocket, finding his wallet as expected. Yugi didn't have a lot of cash on him but he'd have to make it work. He could always use his bank card if he found an ATM somewhere in town. He silently thanked his grandpa for putting his earnings from tournaments safely in the bank. He would need that money now if his plan was going to work.

/God Cards.../ Yami mumbled tiredly from the back of Yugi's mind, not wanting the boy to forget them in his haste. Yugi nodded and retrieved the box that had formerly held the Puzzle from the bedside table, quickly checking to make certain his most powerful cards were still inside. He tucked the golden box snuggly into his bag.

If he could just get back to Domino, everything would be fine.

/Toothbrush…/ Yami gently reminded Yugi once more, this time inciting a small smile from the boy. Yugi was sure to grab his toothbrush from the bathroom as he all but ran by.

Within minutes, Yugi was back at the base of the stairs. He wondered briefly when grandpa would get back, but he knew with a twinge of guilt that he could not wait for the old man. Grandpa would probably try to stop him from going, and he didn't see that he had much choice at this time. The teenager made a mental note to text grandpa as soon as he was far enough away.

A set of keys, belonging to Bobby, hung by the front door. Yugi felt guilty for what he knew he needed to do and offered a silent apology to the old Hunter who had taken him and his family in. He swiped the keys from their resting place and, with one final look over his shoulder, Yugi Mutou vanished from the farmhouse.


Sam's head was pounding, and he groaned in discomfort. The youngest Winchester found himself splayed uncomfortably on the study's hardwood floors. Books and other items were strewn about him in a chaotic mess. He slowly sat up, trying to recall what had happened. He spotted Bobby a few feet away, lying on top of the crumpled remains of an antique chair.

He gasped. Yugi! How could the small teen have created such destruction? The boy had overpowered them all with ease. Sam pulled himself up to his knees, searching the room for any sign of the boy. Yugi was gone. The Puzzle was gone, and the binding circle was scratched out and blurred. The Spirit that called itself Yami was nowhere to be found. Yugi must have freed him.

Sam nudged Bobby roughly, and the elder man groaned his resistance to waking.

Bobby would hurt like a son-of-a-bitch in the morning, he was certain. His body was getting a little too old to hold up to this kind of abuse and he mumbled something about respecting your elders as he dragged his stiff form up from the ground. His study was in absolute ruins, he noted with a huff.

Sam called out to Melanie and Dean, standing unsteadily. He stumbled to Dean's side as Bobby half-crawled to Melanie. Despite the power of whatever it was Yugi had unleashed, no one seemed to be badly injured, which was just short of miraculous. It was a testament to Yugi's gentle nature, Sam thought, that none of them had suffered worse than bruises. He wasn't sure why everyone had blacked out, though. There had been a bright light and an unbelievable force exploded forth from Yugi's undersized frame, and then... nothing. The mysteries surrounding Yugi were only increasing as they searched for answers.


Sugoroku Mutou returned home after a few hours in town to find the house oddly quiet. He had sensed that something was wrong even before he got out of the minivan Bobby lent him.

The elderly man entered the home, laying the keys on the small table by the entrance. The house was unnervingly still, except for the sound of quiet murmurings in the kitchen. Sure enough, Melanie, Sam, Dean, and Bobby were sitting around the kitchen table. Bobby was patting Melanie's back gently and she wept into his shoulder.

"Melanie, my dear. What on earth happened?" Sugoroku asked with concern thick in his voice. He sat the grocery bags down on the bar and strode across the kitched to Melanie's side with as much speed as his aging joints could manage.

Fresh tears fell from her swollen eyes, and she opened her mouth to speak only to sob incoherently. Grandpa Mutou was beginning to feel his panic building now. It was obvious that something terrible had happened in the brief time he had been away. He looked around in confusion, noting the obvious absence of one very important member of the group.

"Where is Yugi?"

A heavy silence settled on the room. Sugoroku looked from one face to the next, only to find that the Hunters averted their eyes rather than meet the old man's questioning gaze. He knew then that Yugi was gone.