AN: Heya, I'm not too sure about this one, it randomly popped up from a writing exercise I was doing... I don't know, tell me what you think.


Clock

Yami had been staring at the large clock on the mantle for a long time now. The clock wasn't anything special, just a wooden clock that he and his lover had bought when they had moved into the larger house.

Yami couldn't tell anyone exactly how long he had been staring at the timepiece. The clock had stopped ticking the moment that the door slammed shut when his lover left for his weekend away. Yami had been wondering about that fact. Why had that happened? Was there some sort of mystical force trying to show him something or was it just a coincidence?

Yami had never been the most superstitious man but he somehow realised that this wasn't the best omen in the world for him. He just hoped nothing had happened to his Yuugi.

Yami regretted letting Yuugi leave the moment the phone rang.


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