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Tears don't fall

Grandpa.

Second Grandson

This house is silent. It's a crypt.

The people who made it breathe aren't here anymore. One of them hasn't been here for years. I'm not sure he's ever coming back.

Yami....my second grandson....

....I didn't mean to drive him away....

I dream about him sometimes. I hold him close to me and rock him like a child. Sometimes he's caught in the clutches of nightmares, calling for parents long dead, for Yugi fast asleep next door and for me, standing over him. He cries in my dreams, begging us not to leave him. I can do nothing but hold him, knowing this is nothing but a dream. That I have to leave this dependent, frightened boy and return to reality. When I do wake, I'm greeted by this empty house and I have to laugh.

This isn't how the story is supposed to go...

I regret the words I spoke to him , all those years ago. I should've tried to understand, not punished him. I always forgot that this isn't meant to be his world. His world is in the past, waiting for him. His throne. I've never really understood why he never went back. Surely, he is still granted passage to the afterlife. I suppose that's another secret to unravel.

Entering the living room, my gaze rolled to the empty space. The space where the glass table should have been. I can still remember him, how he looked when I found him.

Broken.

That's the only word I can use. As I cleaned his cut, whispering comforting words I'm not even sure he heard, I could see him cracking. His gaze wondered back to the pile of glass that I had pulled him from, with confusion. He didn't understand what had happened. I didn't understand. Concern grew when Yugi didn't come to Yami. Had they argued? If so, why was Yami bleeding, looking so...haunted?

"Thank you, Mr Mouto."

Never. Never had I wanted to hear my name leave his lips like that. So full of defeat and fear. When I raised my hand to his shoulder his cowered and stiffened. He darted away so quickly, so afraid, yet so...angry.

He's not supposed to be this way.

Come morning he was gone. Come morning, the search for him started.

I didn't think it would take so long.

Yugi never was the same after Yami left. He tried, I could see how hard that boy tried. He wanted to stay strong, smile for the rest of us. Sometimes, I almost believed him. But at night the tears came and his sobs sounded around the house. He called out for Yami in his dreams, pleading with him to come home. I could never calm him when those nightmares came. All I could do was sit beside him, watch as he called for his lost darker half.

Anger flared through me as I opened the back door and stepped outside. The rain fell heavily, thunder crashing in the distance. A storm. I watched the lightning I could see, daring it to come closer. Staring up into the grey, cold sky, a blaze of anger and resentment shot through me.

"WHY?" I screamed into the sky "WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO MY FAMILY? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF HIM! I TRIED! JESUS KNOWS HOW HARD I TRIED! YAMI ISN'T SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS! HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE HOME, HERE WITH ME AND YUGI! NOT THE PEOPLE HE WAS FORCED TO ADOPT AS FRIENDS! PLEASE, PLEASE JUST BRING HIM BACK! LET MY GRANDSON HAVE HIS LOVE BACK! GIVE HIM BACK HIS LIFE!"

I didn't know who I was yelling at. Some higher power that I blamed for the destruction around me.

"Please, God, if you're there, it's me. I know I don't pray often enough and I don't go to church. But right now I have little faith. All I ask of you is to please, bring Yami back to us. Find away from him and Yugi to have the life they should have. That's all I ask. Amen."

I felt a little daft praying to something I didn't know existed. But right now I'll clutch at anything. I miss him, much more that I thought I would.

I never told him that I loved him.

From inside the phone rang. I hurried to answer it. Snagging it of the hook I brought it to my ear.

"Grandpa. It's Yugi."

"Hello, Yugi. How is everything?"

"We've found him."

Thank you.

"That's wonderful."

"The problem is he's so stubborn. He won't even think about coming back. Says his home is here."

"For the past four years it has been. You'll have to work hard to prove otherwise."

"I know. But he's so different. Hair, clothes, attitude. It's mad."

"I thought he would have changed."

"Yeah. But it's still him. Somewhere. I'll find him!"

"I have no doubt that you will. But be careful. Don't rush him."

"Yeah, I know. I'll take it slowly. Jou went to talk to him today."

"Oh? How did that go?"

"I'm not sure. Jou said that Yami was cold, kept evading his questions. Grandpa, Yami thanked Jou for hitting him."

Oh, dear.

"Yugi, Yami is testing you. Pushing the limits, trying to bend the rules. Let him. Let him work out what you want his way. Don't pressure him. It he says things that hurt don't get angry. Keep repeating what you're there to do."

"So, I keep telling him that I want him to come home?"

"That's it. Be gentle but persistent." I sighed. "Yugi, you do realise that there's a chance he won't come back?"

"I know. It he's sure he wants to stay, I'll go. But not before I make him see what I mean. I l-. I'll bring him back."

My boy, I know what nearly slipped then. And it's okay.

"All right. Goodbye Yugi. Be careful."

"I will. Bye Grandpa."

He disconnected the phone and I followed.

Turning to the picture of Yami on the mantelpiece, the one Yugi never let us throw away. The one where Yami is smiling and the sun is beating down on him, I smiled sadly.

"I'm sorry we did this to you. I hope you come home. I need to say me piece to you as well."

Please, God. If you're up there. Bring him home.

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