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Prologue
Typos are very important to all written form. It gives the reader something to look for so they aren't distracted by the total lack of content in your writing.
- Randy Milholland ( Something Positive Comic 07-03-05 )
"So that's it then?" Jou stared incredulously as Yam- no, the name- no, damnit, he was Atemu, hung his head and turned away from Yugi. The latter had collapsed to his knees, tears slowly slipping down his cheeks at the sight of the Pharaoh's back. "After everything that's happened you're just going to up and leave us?"
"He has to." It was Isis and he wanted to smack her for being so infuriatingly calm. "Pharaoh Atemu doesn't belong in this time and now that Yugi has claimed the title of King of Games…" Even she couldn't finish the statement. As cold and removed as she tried to keep herself from the situation, even she couldn't deny the terrible loss. For Jou, Honda, Anzu, even Yugi, they were simply losing a friend. A dear and close one, but nothing more.
She was losing her life. Her meaning for living. Without his tomb to protect, his memory to preserve, what would she and her brother do…?
"No, Yami, you can't." It was Anzu this time, one hand outstretched in a hopeless gesture. The great and suddenly multi-named Pharaoh – Jou thought it was fucking hi-lar-ious that the guy went from having none to have more than anyone could keep track of – ignored her and stepped toward the stone Obelisk. Bakura placed a hand on her shoulder and even Seto looked down, uncomfortable in the presence of her palpable sadness. "Please, you can't leave-"
"Stop, Anzu." At this the Pharaoh did pause; Yugi slowly rose to his feet. He kept his eyes to the ground, refusing to look at the back of the one who was abandoning them. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be. He has to go."
Has to? Or wants to?
"… I'm sorry, aibou…"
-7-
Something shifted and uncurled in the dark. A tendril of purple coalesced and then there was a woman's face, eerily familiar with deep crimson eyes.
You can't come back yet Pharaoh. What you found may have been enough to banish Zork but it isn't enough to banish me.
What…?
-7-
There was a brilliant flashing of light and then nothing. Yugi sighed heavily while he stared at the now-empty spot, eyes drinking in the fact that his brain was refusing to acknowledge. Yami was gone. Atemu was gone. Whatever the hell he wanted to be called, his mou-hitori-no-boku was gone.
Almost worse yet, the Millenium Puzzle was gone as well. Not gone disappeared but locked forever back in the cover of his tomb. The God Cards were with the Pharaoh as well. Everything I shared with him, it's all gone. Almost like he was never even here.
Almost, except… Turning, Yugi smiled weakly at the spread of worried faces before him. Anzu was crying openly, Jou and Honda were glaring angrily at the engraved tablet the Pharaoh had disappeared into. Marik, Isis, and Rishid were holding one another, Mokuba had his faced pressed into Seto's side, and Bakura…
Bakura had stepped away from the rest of the group, looking awkward and unsure of himself. Why not? He was the cause of all the pain. Well, maybe not him exactly but the spirit that was housed inside his body. The spirit that was poisoned by the malice from Zork…
No, this was no one's fault. This was… just… fate. What was meant to be.
And Fate can go fuck itself in the ass.
"Guys, I think I want to go home now…"
-7-
The afterlife was different than what Yami was expecting. For one, it was dark. And not late at night, sun's gone down and it's hard to see cause it's a new moon as well. No, this was hold your hand in front of your face and you can't even see it, can't even tell the difference between eyes open and eyes close because it's that dark, that completely fucking dark.
It was quieter too, in a noisy sort of way. Utter silence unless he strained and then he could hear them, it, whatever the hell they were skittering in the distance.
He hadn't been hoping for much but sunlight and his family, yeah, he had been expecting that. And maybe a sort of Egyptian-y setting. Cause he was supposed to be going back with the spirits of the past, remember that? Not that he really remembered too much about the past but the little trip he had just taken had refreshed a few memories. And on that note, where was Mahaado, Seth, Mana and the rest?
Don't worry Pharaoh. This isn't your afterlife.
It isn't? He frowned, struggling to work the muscles in his mouth. Come to think of it, ever since he had arrived here there hadn't been much moving of anything. A lot of floating – standing, sitting, laying? – in nothing and thinking about how much it sucked but no moving.
No. Just think of this as a… transitional period.
Excuse me?
Bodies can't just appear out of thin air.