Title: Mezameru
Pairing: Puzzleshipping (Yuugi/Yami)
Rating: T
Genre: Angst, Drama, Friendship, Family, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Full Summary: Yuugi is in a coma. His chances of survival balance on a mere mark of 35% How will his Yami cope when he thinks-no, when he KNOWS- that it is all his fault?
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh, nor ANY characters in this story, unless noted otherwise. I DO, however, own the plot of it. The Yu-Gi-Oh manga and anime belong to Kazuki Takahashi-san.
Please do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor recreate my hard work in any way.
Or I will sic Yami on you
WARNING(S): Suicidal Thoughts, Thoughts of Self-Harm
~ Chapter V ~
Gisei
"Yami! Wake up, Yami!"
The tall, pale teenager groaned, face scrunching into a displeased grimace as his mind resurfaced from inky black unconsciousness. These voices... they were loud.
Very loud. Headache-causing loud.
They echoed and ricocheted with a sick sort of vengeance against his skull, making a migraine pulse with his rapid heartbeat. There were lights outside of his squeezed-shut eyelids. 'Where... Where am I? Yuugi... aibou...'
Scattered memories flew into his mind. Yuugi, fading in the Darkness.
A dream? A nightmare?
His crimson eyes flew open, wild and panicked. Yami shot upright with a shout of "Yuugi!"
Anzu, Jounouchi, and Honda reared back with surprise at their friend's sudden revival. Yami pressed a hand to is head as everything spun dangerously, but he still tried to stand up. Jou jumped in, and firmly pressed him back down to recline against Yuugi's bed, hands clutching at his skull while shapes blurred into a disorienting wad of nothing before him. "Woah, easy there, pal. Ya' hit your head pretty hard on the way down," he said.
Yami, hand still pressed over one eye to stem away the pounding nausea and headache, looked up at the blond incredulously. "What... What are you talking about?" he demanded softly.
Anzu interjected quietly. "We walked in a couple of hours ago, and saw you just... fall over, in a dead faint," she explained, face lined with concern.
'A few hours?' Yami thought, confused. 'How did I pass out? Let alone for so long?' Yami rubbed at a temple, calming his pounding headache. He couldn't remember anything... Wait- he remembered arguing... With Jounouchi. When was that? Yesterday?
Anzu's voice broke into his thoughts. "What happened, Pharaoh? You..." her eyes widened in rememberence, then extreme anxiety. "You've been eating right? Because... last time..."
Honda and Jounouchi mirrored her expression, and they all stared intently at the former pharaoh intently. Yami grimaced at the memories. The ones of the last time he had failed his hikari.
Caught in a storm of extreme depression, Yami refused to eat. Not only was he never hungry, but anything he forced down just forced its way back up within the hour. He didn't- couldn't- sleep. Whenever he managed to fall into the world of dreams, they were horrid nightmares. He'd wake himself with his own screaming and tears.
Anzu had been forced to shake him awake on a few occasions, and Yami had almost sent everyone within a twenty-foot radius to the Shadow Realm in his fog of terror.
He also became angry. And extremely emotional. The smallest of things would set him off. The simplest of reminders of his failure to protect Yuugi, instilling unimaginable rage. Yami had spent more time in tears than he'd like to admit. What they saw was only a small fraction of what he was really feeling. He'd almost killed Weevil once because of it, for Ra's sake! (Not the the narcissistic prick didn't deserve it- taunting him and his Little One like that. The bastard was lucky Anzu was there to stop him!)
Yami blinked slowly, sadly, up at his friends, before giving a small nod.
Anzu didn't look convinced. She crossed her arms, a motherly air blanketing the atmosphere around them. Internally, Yami winced. Nothing was worse than the over-concerned, 'Mommy-Mode Mazaki'.
"I don't buy it, Yami," she grumbled, eyes narrowing. "Come on, we're going back to your house, and you are going to get some rest. It's unhealthy to stay cooped up in this room for so long." Yami opened his mouth to protest, but the girl cut him off. "Yuugi would understand. He wouldn't want you wasting away in his hospital room with him! Now, let's go."
Yami stood up shakily, head pounding even more. Something wasn't right... His hand went to seek the comfort of his Millennium Puzzle, only to find it was missing. He started, eyes widening.
Had someone stolen it?!
He spun around, eyes immediately seeking out his aibou's unresponsive form. They fell to his face, soft and peaceful, and he instantly felt a wave of sorrow wash over him. He'd failed Yuugi... again...
Then something caught his eye. Around Yuugi's neck, was the Puzzle. How had that happened? Shaking his head to clear his jumbled thoughts, Yami walked over to his Light's still form. His hand reached out, and gently cupped the Duelling protégés' cheek.
The Puzzle gave a brief, dim flash of golden light, enticing him to pick it up. Yami blinked at it, eyes narrowed in thought. Why did he sense he was missing something here?
Giving in to the artifact's gentle persuasion, Yami gingerly took the chain of it, and moved it from around Yuugi's neck. He smiled faintly as a small memory came to mind.
Yuugi was standing before the full-body mirror in his bedroom, turning and changing his angles to get a good view of his newest accessory. The Puzzle, once strung my a bland, brown length of rope, was now attached to Yuugi's neck by chain and black leather chocker. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Spirit?" he was asking. "I mean, doesn't wearing the Puzzle on a chain seem a little too flashy?"
Yami materialized beside him, giving the boy a once-over with his eyes. He missed the soft blush that rose to his partner's pale cheeks. Yami smirked, "Nonsense, aibou," he said confidently. "In fact, I'd wear a couple of bracelets, if I were you."
Yuugi flushed profusely. "That's not like me at all!" he protested shyly, "Something like that is more your thing, Mou Hitori no Boku."
Yami merely shrugged, unable to resist a smile at the adorable look on his partner's face. He blinked, and quickly blocked the emotion from their link. Yuugi paused for a moment, casting a curious glance at the suddenly off-sync Pharaoh. Yami offered a smile, before disappearing into the sanctity of the Millennium Puzzle.
The former spirit couldn't do much as his three closest friends shoved him into Anzu's new-used car, and drove him to the Game Shop. Sugoroku still wasn't home, and Yami felt deep guilt stir in his chest. The old man was suffering. And it was all because of-
He broke off when the Puzzle around his neck seemed to swell with a frustrated energy. He looked down to it, eyes widened in alarm and surprise. Hadn't all of its magic vanished and been sealed away with Zorc's defeat? Perhaps- at least, Yami hadn't been able to channel any Shadow Magic since his decision to stay in the modern world, with Yuugi, almost a year ago.
So why did he feel such raw power coming from it?
He didn't have much time to muse, because, as he sat at the kitchen table, Anzu and Honda set a variety of dishes in front of him. Yami blinked, head raising from his crossed arms, staring at them with a confused tilt to his head. It was a remarkable imitation to Yuugi, making Anzu want to smile.
But no, she had a friend to care for. She kept her arms crossed, her face stern, azure eyes sharp with authority. Yami blinked, looking away for a moment, hand moving to cradle the Puzzle in his discomfort. Anzu's foot began to tap against the floor.
"Can I... help you?" the former pharaoh asked, sounding unsure.
Anzu motioned to the dishware before him, which was covered in a variety of foods. Fruits, vegetables, a plate of re-heated curry from dinner a few nights ago, and other assorted goodies. "Eat," she said simply. Not a request- a demand.
"I have been," he protested lightly, one hand tightening for comfort around his Item under 'Mommy-Mazaki's' scrutinizing gaze. She raised one brow questioningly, making Yami bend.
Tentatively, as if the girl would snap forward and take off his hand, Yami picked up an apple slice from a small plate, put it in his mouth, and chewed. It was cold, crisp, and sweet, making his taste buds sing their delight.
"Wow," Jounouchi commented from somewhere behind him, "I think dat's the fastest I've ever seen ya' do what yer told, Pharaoh," he snickered. "Look out, World! We've got somethin' even more powerful than Zorc Necrophades!" He motioned dramatically towards their female companion, ignoring the irritated glare she sent his way. "-the motherly Anzu Mazaki!"
Leaving Jou to tend to his newest head-wound, Yami slowly finished the fruit. It was all he could manage, his stomach already protesting at the unwanted food. He just didn't feel like eating- the depression was to overbearing. Because the pain in his gut was greatly overshadowed by the agony in his heart.
He excused himself, and walked upstairs to change into a fresh outfit. The stairs leading to his room creaked under his heavy footfalls, lacking all the elegant grace they usually contained. Slipping into a white T-shirt, he began to ponder briefly. It was something he'd done often. Just think.
As he pulled on a long-sleeved, dark gray jacket (one of the few leather-less articles of clothing he owned), Yami sighed. He fed a belt through the loops in his black skinny jeans, before walking over and sitting heavily on his bed. One hand absently began to cradle his wrist.
Yami looked down at it, pushing up the sleeve a little to stare at the flawless pale flesh. Mindlessly staring down at his wrist, the thumb of Yami's hand began to circle lightly over the blue veins that contained his bloodstream. His thoughts to an unexpectedly dark turn.
So what if he did? Yami had heard- even in his short time in the modern world- that it helped... to numb the pain... Just a little mark. That would be it. Just a little mark, and he'd be done.
The teenager stiffened, eyes growing wide as terror filled him. Why was he... so afraid? The emotion almost felt foreign to him. He roughly yanked the sleeve down again, legs coming up onto the mattress to fold to his chest. "Baka!" he berated himself quietly, grimacing, "Think of your Hikari! How would he feel if you did something like that?!"
His fists clenched. "You were a Pharaoh once, Ra damn it! Some king you would make, sinking so as to think causing yourself injury would help!" He stubbornly swatted away a tear that dared to show.
"Stop! Crying! Ugh- weakling!"
He rested his head in his hands. He just... he just wanted to feel numb. Why couldn't he have at least that? He voiced his thoughts, quietly muttering. "Please," he murmured, "No more emotion... No more pain-!" his teeth grit, eyes squeezing shut to stifle tears again. Dear Gods above, this fate was worse than death! Sitting, waiting, hoping... But if Yuugi-
'No! He will wake up! He'll get better!' he argued mentally.
'But,' that little Voice of Pessimism rearing its ugly head, 'What if he does die? What will you do then?'
Yami sighed shakily, crimson eyes turning cold. "I'll follow him," he decided quietly, allowing the deep abyss of his depression to consume him. "If he leaves, I will, too..."
"I... I-I can't breathe without him..." he sighed heavily, but sounded firm and steely in his choice.
Unbeknownst to Yami, behind his bedroom door, three sets of eyes widened in horror and shock.
"If Yuugi dies, then I will, too."
He looked up abruptly as a knock sounded on his door. Clearing his throat, and his mind, Yami spoke up, "Yeah?"
The door opened, revealing his three friends. They didn't say anything, not wanting to reveal that they were eavesdropping. Jounouchi marched straight up to his best friend's Darkness, and held out a hand expectantly. Yami blinked, looking from the hand to Jou's face in puzzlement.
"Gimmie yer arm, Yams'," the blonde said sternly. Yami blinked, looking at the other as if he'd gone mad.
"What for?" he asked incredulously.
Jou waved his fingers in a 'give it' or 'come here' gesture, raising a brow expectantly. Yami, still confused (A/N: Lol, you're dense Pharaoh! :P), merely repeated his question. "Why?"
"'Cause I asked ya'," Jounouchi repeated.
Yami took in the anxious auras of the three, growing a little wary. "I fail to see what this will accomplish. I haven't done anything, have I?"
"You tell me, Yams'," Jounouchi persisted, "Now show me yer wrists."
Yami blinked largely in sudden understanding, and placed a hand obediently in his friend's waiting fingers.
Jounouchi took the sleeve of Yami's jacket, and shoved it as close up to his shoulder as it would go. Yami winced slightly when he jerked his arm around, scrutinizing for the signs of any wound or scar. He even made Anzu fetch him a wetted washcloth, and scrubbed at the flesh for any hints of make-up. He repeated with the second one, twisting and turning and flexing it for any indication of injury. Or, rather, self-harm.
Satisfied, Jou dropped his friend's limb, which was now reddening with slight irritation from the ferocity the other male had when he'd taken the washcloth to the pale flesh. Yami rubbed his arm gingerly, glancing up at the three. "Anything else?" he asked, a but expectantly.
That was when Anzu shot forward, and tugged Yami into a firm, powerful hug. He huffed out a breath in surprise, arms in the air while hers wrapped beneath them. She was crying, small traces of moisture forming along her eyelids. Tentatively, he rested his over her shoulders, patting her back lightly in consolation. What had gotten into them?
They hadn't overheard, had they?
"Pharaoh," the brown-haired girl whimpered, arms squeezing around Yami's chest even more.
He exhaled sharply at the pressure, but managed a steady "Hai?"
Anzu looked up at him, pulling away, with wide blue eyes. They looked scared, and Yami felt a wave of protectiveness for his friends wash over him. What was wrong with them? Were they being threatened, or hurt by someone?
"Pharaoh, if something was bothering you, you'd tell us, right?"
Yami blinked in mild surprise at the question. "Haven't I done that thus far?" he countered gently, sounding genuine. He had... about most things. His friends didn't deserve the mental burden of his thoughts that remained true to his namesake. Dark. Full of shadows and torment.
The girl fidgeted, fingers running through her hair uncomfortably. "Well, yeah, but..." she sighed, "Are you sure there isn't anything else you want to say to us?"
Yami felt a stirring within his Sennen item again, willing him to confess. Ignoring the guilt, Yami shook his head slowly, but was unable to look them in the eye. He'd already made his choice. He would stay with the one he loved- no matter the cost. He... he needed Yuugi just as much, if not more, than Yuugi claimed he needed Yami. He was... nothing without his Light.
Empty.
Lost.
Dark.
Honda sighed sharply, a hand folding over his mouth as he looked to be in deep thought. He closed his eyes, before turning to Yami and speaking for the first time Yami could recall that day. "You aren't thinking about..." he cleared his faltering voice, as if struggling to speak.
Yami tilted his head in confusion, looking much like a puppy would. 'Like Yuugi would,' they all decided mentally. The boy was a larger influence on the former spirit than any of them- including Yuugi, himself- had ever realized. "Thinking about what Honda...?" he asked, sounding cautious.
Hiroto put a fist to his lips, clearing his throat. "You aren't thinking about... s-s-suicide, are you, Yami?"
Yami felt his heart skip a beat. He could hide the truth, but there was no lying to them... He couldn't do it.
Shame-faced, Yami turned his face downwards, eyes darting to the side to glance at the wall. He heard Anzu give a heartbroken noise, and he imagined her holding back sobs. More guilt burned his heart, and Yami frowned deeply, eyes closing. A sigh was released through his nose, shoulders slumping in defeat.
The Millennium Puzzle, now squeezed between Yami's hands, gave a vibrant flash. Pain shot through his skull, making the teen grunt in pain and press his hands firmly against his temples. His friends recoiled as an overwhelming aura shit around the small room like a whirlwind.
"You promised, Mou Hitori no Boku!" a voice screamed, sounding hurt, betrayed, and heartbroken. Yami looked up, eyes wide and shining with moisture.
"Aibou?"
The Puzzle began to shone with a strangely familiar bloody light, wave after wave of emotion pummeling Yami's senses.
"You promised!" Yuugi's voice repeated, "You said no more thinking like that! You promised me!"
Yami blinked, at a loss. There was an enormous blank in his memory. What in the name of Ra was going on?!
His friends were staring at him in shock and accusation. "You thought about offing yourself before?" Jou demanded, looking as if Yami had stabbed him in the back, "Why didn't you tell us, baka?!"
A wave of agony shot up Yami's spine, searing into his brain. "I-I don't know what your-"
Then it clicked. Like the pieces of a puzzle
He looked up, standing, and removing the Puzzle. "Yuugi?" he asked, looking desperate. The angered wind died down, becoming more like a caressing breeze. Sadness flowed through their damaged Bond, and Yami could picture tears in his koi's soulful eyes.
There was a flash of luminescence, forcing the four teenagers to turn away sharply, shielding their eyes with groans of protest. Yami's eyes squeezed shut, hands still clutching at the Egyptian artifact that trapped the soul of his Hikari.
Memories came rushing back to him, of his encounter with Yuugi within that damnable hunk of gold. The darkness, the Shadows, traps and endless corridors... But also the hugs. The soothing words, the tears, and the kisses. The agony he felt as his soul was shoved forcefully into wakefulness.
In an electrifying jolt, as Yami still struggled to remain by his Light's side, something went amiss. For a split-second of shifted reality, Yami found his mind being painfully shot to origins unknown.
There was pain, and cold. Bone-chilling cold. A lingering warmth upon his lips, arms outstretched as he reached out for... himself.
He was in Yuugi's body, watching his own soul being flown back into ebony nothing. Like a Dark angel, or a demon.
Then it all ended, and the last thing Yami saw was his aibou's trusting face, arms outstretched, as if to catch his other half... The light around him shone like an angel's sweet embrace.
Then all was empty, and black.
He jolted at the sudden realization.
Yami had overshadowed Yuugi's soul.
The once-pharaoh opened his eyes slowly, as the light died down to a pleasant shimmer. It was warm and loving, making Yami feel safe and secure. He looked up, only to feel his heart stop.
"Atem."
Yuugi stood an arm's length away, his spiritual essence manifested before his friends.
"Y... Yuugi?" Yami breathed.
"Yuug'!" Jou gaped, before a grin split his face. "You're awake!"
Yuugi looked over to the Brooklyn-accented male, smiling sadly. He shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. I'm not..." Their faces fell. The pale child motioned to a golden artifact that had shifted positions from Yami's hands, to around his neck. "I'm trapped in the Puzzle... In all honesty, being able to show myself to you right now," he grimaced, and Yami felt a muted throbbing over his body take control. He winced, straight posture curling slightly. "It actually ki-kind of h-hurts."
His mou hitori no ore was in pain... Oh, his precious, precious little Light... Guilt seared Yami's soul for what felt like the thousandth time in these past few days. He had to help him. But... how could he? The soul of his koi was trapped ins-
Yami's blood-red eyes widened.
Of course... How could he have been so blind? If the Puzzle was trapping Yuugi's soul... And if Yami could still take control of his aibou's mind...
Without thinking, the once-spirit shot forward, and yanked his little one's astral form into a tight embrace. He felt a pleasant thrill go through him at the feeling of a solid form, rather than just a warm presence for his arms to pass through. He felt Yuugi immediately relax into his arms, a sigh of content escaping through his nose.
/Mou Hitori no Boku.../
"I love you, Aibou..." the ancient teen murmured into Yuugi's ear, making their friends catch their breaths. Yami crossed his arms over his little one's back, fingers lightly brushing the chain of their Puzzle. "...and I'm sorry."
Yuugi took in a small breath as his Darkness' fingers linked around the chain. "Sorry for wha-"
Opening their link to the fullest, Yami yanked, hard, residual Shadow Magic sparking around the metal. Yami's consciousness entered that of his Light's.
Overshadowing his mind...
Taking his place.
The chain around Yuugi's thin neck broke. The boy started, gasping heavily as pain, followed by chilling numbness, wracked up his spinal cord. The air caught in Yami's throat, making a choked noise.
There was warmth, then heat, then raging fire and sparks that were coursing through his bloodstream, like hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of white-hot metal needles scraping against his every cell and pore. His thoughts became an unintelligible string of confusion and deep, sweltering agony. The metal links he had shattered dissipated with the sound akin to thousands of crystal glasses shattering at once. Tinkling, delicate, fragile.
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His legs buckled, and Yuugi's arms were there to catch him.
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His vision blurred, a golden glow beginning to form around his body. It began at his legs, and slowly began to creep up his trembling form. Like morning sunlight cresting the horizon. Yami panted, dazed. It was cold. But there was warmth. He nestled closer to it.
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Possessiveness filled every crevice of his soul. His undying devotion and love. He heard voices screaming. Were they screaming for him?
But... who was he?
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He had to keep it safe. It was his.
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The light passed over his hips. His feet slowly began to become translucent.
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"What did you do?!" the Light demanded, water trickling down his face. He looked up with hazy eyes, seeing four faces peering down on his. But the Light was the most beautiful. Dark hair, tipped in what looked like blood, pure golden rays of sunshine framing a face of moonstone.
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Perfect gems of amethyst stared down at him with desperation and love and warmth and sorrow. He frowned in confusion. Light so pure should not be crying. Why was he crying? For him? Is that why the Light held him so? So gently, so tenderly, so lovingly?
He blinked. He had a purpose. He was Darkness. Wasn't Darkness meant to oppose the Light? If so, then why did he feel the overwhelming desire to cherish it so?
Who was he?
Where was he?
And why, oh Ra, why, was this beautiful angel shedding such sorrowful diamonds from his perfect jewel eyes?
He had saved the Light, this he knew. He did not know how, or why, but he did. The Darkness was calling. The Puzzle was pulling, tugging, demanding his return. He watched as little by little, recognition vanished on luminescent wings. Feathered wings of stardust, shattered reality, broken dreams, fading hope and falling tears. Memories- were they his?- flashed before his eyes.
Monsters, magic, spirits, deserts, sun. A name, a face, an existence, a body. They faded with the heavenly light. Shining violet gems bore into wine-red. Love, desire, want, need, lust, adoration, protection. Light and Darkness. Darkness and Light.
Twisted perfection.
"I... took your... t-took your place..." he managed, struggling to breathe. "Angels... don't dwell... with shadows..."
The angel grew frantic, emotional. The Light clutched him closer. Warmth radiated against his cold skin. Chains began to slowly snake over his legs...
Softwarmlightheavenloveneverleaveneverleaveyou
"Why? Why would you do that?!" It demanded with a sob.
He didn't like it. Angels weren't supposed to cry.
"Would... do it... again..."
He blinked, body fully engulfing in the light of false comfort. The real Light was holding him, cradling him close.
"That doesn't answer my question, Yami!"
He blinked crimson eyes blearily. Yami. Darkness. It was what he felt, as barbed chains crept over his body. Exclamations rang out as they crossed his midsection, binding his legs and aiming for his arms.
"L.. L-Love... Love."
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He blinked, confusion and bewilderment forming on his sharply-defined face.
"W-Who..." he choked, growing scared. "Who... Who a-am I...?"
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There was scarcely a name left within his mind. The rest was an empty, black void of nothing.
Yugioh...
Yugioh...
He was... Yugioh?
It didn't seem right.
The cold chain bound his arms, and the man without a memory sank into the touch of the Light. He relished it as his body went numb. The spikes began to dig cruelly into his flesh.
The Puzzle was calling.
"Yami!" the spirit-boy-angel cried out, salty-sweet tears dripping from his chin.
Yami...
Yami.
He liked that name.
The Sennen Puzzle gave a fierce spark of black-light, and he felt no more. He was taken, pulled, torn from the loving glow of Light.
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Falling... falling... into Darkness. Into black nothing. An empty abyss of painful tears and sharpness shredding into his pale skin. As he vanished, so did the Angel.
Something akin to a diluted triumph came to his empty mind as the Puzzle shattered, forever trapping him within its cryptic pieces.
Freedom.
He had returned to his earthly vessel.
And Yugioh had returned to the Darkness.
Wow. I LOVE how this one turned out!
In case of confusion, after Yami broke the Puzzle's chain signifies him setting Yuugi free. He overshadows Yuugi's mind at the last minute, therefore taking his place. So, when the Puzzle breaks apart, HE is the one trapped within, instead of Yuugi.
The ending is the Puzzle trapping Yami once again, and wiping away his memories. Yuugi and his friends are calling for him, concerned, but he doesn't know who he is anymore. All he knows is the Darkness that had trapped him for so long, and was pulling him back into the Puzzle. His solid body, soul, and mind returned to its original place without the artifact. All he knows is the Light, which is Yuugi, who he figures is an angel come to comfort him in his last moments of freedom.
The italicized sentences are all mashed together and confusing because Yami is confused. It's simply his mind registering what his body and soul are feeling. There's pain, and cold, and Darkness from his soul being dragged back to the Puzzle. But there's love and Light and warmth from Yuugi's presence.
And when Yami returns to the Puzzle, Yuugi returns to his comatose body in the hospital.
So, it's twisted and sad and such. Bet'cha weren't expecting THAT ending ;D
I hope to upload the next chapter as soon as possible, but because of my family trip (going to the end of July), I can't make any guarantees that it will be any time soon. :(
PEACE!