Here's where I'm REALLY gonna loose it.
BRING OUT THE SAD, INSPIRATIONAL MUSIC!
Note: This chapter is Third-Peron POV.
Video/Flashbacks, Thrid-Person POV
Reactions of Atemu and Others. Third-Person POV
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A chill raced through the room at the recorded bellow of Atemu Mutou. It sounded so broken, so frantic, wishing for the best, but expecting the worst.
Atem shuddered and let out a quiet sob. "Please..." he whispered brokenly, "Please, just turn it off...!"
Atemu's running feet dashed into frame as he raced towards Yuugi's limp form. With a frantic gasp of "Aibou!", he collapsed to his knees besides his lover. Yuugi's lips parted in a pained breath as his upper body was gingerly brought into strong tan arms.
"A-Até..." he gasped weakly, "Is Shiro alright?" His sweet amethyst eyes opened halfway, to see Atem nod quickly. He gave a small smile. "G-Good."
He tensed, hand weakly moving to clutch his side, curling halfway into himself while his face screwed up into an expression of pain. His rasped a series of stressed pants and whimpers. "Yuugi!" Atemu gasped, holding his little one close. He looked over his shoulder, and yelled "Someone, call an ambulance!"
Yuugi fell limp again, breathing heavily. "I-It hurts, A-Atem...!" he gasped, teeth gritting tightly. Tears could be seen pooling in the Egyptian's cerise gaze as he turned back to his newly-made fiancée. "I know, Aibou. Just hold on! Help will be here soon!" he pleaded, eyes taking in Yuugi's damaged form.
Bruises were already forming on his bare arms and face. He obviously had damaged his ribcage. Small lacerations adorned his flesh, trickling blood. Atemu wiped a small ribbon of red away from his lover's lips, only for it to be hastily replaced seconds later. "Y-You're going to be f-fine.
"Yuugi blinked slowly, a weak smile tugging his lips upwards. "I-I-It isn't polite t-to lie, Atemu-kun," he chuckle faintly. Atemu's eyes widened, glowing with a feirce determination. How could Yuugi be laughing about this?! "I'm not lying," the Egyptian insisted, moving his arms so he could cradle his hurt lover more comfortably. Yuugi's eyes grew strangely serious, as if mentally scolding him.
"Mutou-san! Mutou-san!" a high-pitched voice, full of fear, piped up. Shiro. "Mutou-san, are you alright?!" The little boy was in the arms of his mother, who was grasping at him with wild sobs escaping her lungs. Yuugi made his expression soft, even though the boy couldn't see his face.
"I-I am fine, Shiro-kun," he choked, voice catching slightly, "Go with your mother and father, okay? Go see Chiyuki..." he stifled a cough, body tensing. "A-And don't forget to tell her I said 'get well soon', okay?"
The child sobbed his affermative and allowed his parents to lead him away, not knowing what else to do.
Atemu grit his teeth, as the final minutes of his koi's life replayed before him. He had already seen this once before... And again, last night, in his nightmares. And when he woke up. While he dressed for Yuugi's funeral. While he drove the the funeral home. When he gave his small speech. And he would see it again, for the rest of his days, until Ra had mercy enough to end his mortal life and send him to be with his Habibi in the Afterlife...
Yuugi became more relaxed, though pain was mingling with tears in his amethyst gaze. His hand reached up, and cupped Atemu's cheek in its pale grasp. "Hey," he whispered, moisture tracking down the side of his face. "I-It'll be okay... you'll be okay... without me." Atemu's eyes widened, and the tears that had been gathering upon his thick lashes finally crested sharply defined cheeks.
"N-No!" he murmured, shaking his head slowly, "No, I won't! Because you'll be right here with m-me, Aibou. For-Forever, remember? We PROMISED..." Atem's form leaned instinctively into Yuugi's trembling touch, one hand moving to cover it while the other arm still held the young man close. Yuugi pressed closer to his other half, still refusing to break eye contact. "I remember," he sighed contently. "And we'll still be t-together... Just not in the way w-we expected."
Yuugi's thumb wiped away a stream of tears away from the former Pharaoh's face. He gave a faint, quickly weakening giggle. It rang like sweet bells in Atemu's ears. "Since when does Darkness cry, Yami?" he murmured.
Atem bit his lower lip to stifle a sob, unable to tear his petrified stare away from the screen. 'Ever since Light was there to complete it...' he thought brokenly, ignoring the many sets of eyes that had turned to him. All of his confidence was gone. All the smugness, all of the arrogance. All that was left was a burning man.
Burning in the fires of his unabounding grief.
"Everything today was supposed to be perfect..." the tanned man murmured, as his sad scarlet gaze peered into the soul of the purest lavenders. Yuugi gave him a bittersweet smile. Atemu's eyes widened when Yuugi's other hand gripped the front of his vest. He led the taller into a kiss. A simple, heart-tugging kiss.
When they parted again, Yuugi seemed as if he had been entirely drained of his remaining life force. His lips parted a few times, but only ragged breaths left them as he attempted to form words. "Out... Out the Darkness..." he sighed, body beginning to go slack in his lover's arms. Atem's eyes widened in despair.
It was the prayer of a doomed soul. A Hikari, about to be forcefully ripped from his Yami...
"Out of the Darkness..." the King of Games repeated, barely audible. Atemu swallowed, hand tightening around Yuugi's. "Into the Light," he recited firmly, voice shattered as his shoulders shook. Yuugi smiled, eyes barely open.
The smile dropped, falling into a confused and frightened frown. "A... Até...?" he murmured, blood bubbling at his lips. "I-I... I feel cold..."
Atemu's eyes widened in unadultered horror as he watched the remaining light fade from Yuugi's eyes. His hand went limp in his own, and a final, shuddering breath wisped past the King of Games' delicately parted lips.
Yuugi's hand fell with surprising grace into the blood had had been quickly pooling on the concrete, while Atemu's agonizing cries echoed through the room.
Atemu could watch no longer. He practically launched himself from his seat, eyes squeezed shut, and retreated into the restrooms of the facility. People stared after him in pity and understanding. No one noticed as a single figure stood, and retreated after the greiving man.
Bile burned at the back of his throat, and tears stung his crimson eyes. They ran down his face like small rivers.
He felt cold. In his last seconds, Yuugi was frightened because he felt cold. Yuugi had died... Scared. No- terrified. He had seen it in his eyes right before he saw the remaining life force leak from his being...
Atemu's back slid down the wall he had leaned on for support, and gave a heaving sob. He heard the door squeal open, and footsteps tap against the tile flooring. Thinking it was Jounouchi, or one of his other close friends, Atemu looked up slowly. His breath hitched painfully in his chest as he was faced with a tall, solemn-looking man, with mid-arm lengthed silver hair and one amber eye filled with sympathy and sorrow.
"P... Pegasus...?"
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Fuck. That didn't help my current mood AT ALL. I'm crying SOOOO much right now! DX
DAMN MY MIND AND ITS UNSATIABLE LOVE FOR ANGST AND TRAGEDY
Special thanks to my first (and so far ONLY) reviewer for Aibou! Thanks, Yami's Sweetheart! :D Also, to those who have followed and/or fav'd my story w
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R&R! (Pwease? ;D)