Post by gogina on Jan 23, 2008 9:56:35 GMT -5
Crying, When I Know You Can’t Hear Me!
By Gogina
Disclaimer – People would kill me if I owned YGO.
Summary – Yugi’s been crying, but why?
He had stopped counting how many times he had come to this same spot and cried over one thing again and again. For some strange reason, this spot gave him comfort and safety. Not like every where else. He pulls his knees up to his chest and buries his head in between them, trying to stifle the sounds of his sobs. A sharp pain is radiant deep within his heart and there’s nothing he could do to stop it.
‘Please, just let this all be a dream. Just a horrible nightmare. I’ll wake up in my room, the Millennium Puzzle safe around my neck and Yami . . . ‘
The young boy quivers as he thinks of that name.
“Yami,” he whispers, hugging himself tighter as the sky gradually grows dark.
The thunder overhead doesn’t faze him in the least as he continues to sit there, huddled into a ball, tears mixing with the down-pouring rain. His chest heaves with sobs as his body moves gently with the hiccups that accompany them.
“Yugi?”
A hand gently touches his shoulder and he looks up into the pouring rain to find his grandfather kneeling next to him, a concerned look on his face.
“Please, Yugi, let me take you home.”
His grandson once again buries his face in his knees.
“What am I gonna do, Grandpa?” he asks, his voice slightly muffled. “He’s gone.”
There’s a small rustling sound as Solomon Motou sits on the ground and pulls Yugi into a tight embrace. Without a word, he pulls something from behind his back. Yugi’s eyes immediately light up when he recognizes the object.
“The Puzzle,” he whispers, grabbing it with both hands and clutching it tightly to his chest.
Solomon Motou smiles at his reaction.
“I figured you ought to have it on you when we go to see Yami.”
Yugi lifts his head up, hope radiating in his eyes.
“Yes, Yugi, we found him.”
Yugi takes a deep breath.
/Yami?/
//Yugi . . . what were you thinking?//
/Huh?/
//What were you thinking . . . crying when you know I can’t hear you or comfort you?//
Yugi smiles gratefully up at his grandfather.
/I’ll be there soon, Yami./
//I’ll be here, aibou.//
A/N: There is a second part to this, so please let me know if you’d like me to post that as well.
By Gogina
Disclaimer – People would kill me if I owned YGO.
Summary – Yugi’s been crying, but why?
He had stopped counting how many times he had come to this same spot and cried over one thing again and again. For some strange reason, this spot gave him comfort and safety. Not like every where else. He pulls his knees up to his chest and buries his head in between them, trying to stifle the sounds of his sobs. A sharp pain is radiant deep within his heart and there’s nothing he could do to stop it.
‘Please, just let this all be a dream. Just a horrible nightmare. I’ll wake up in my room, the Millennium Puzzle safe around my neck and Yami . . . ‘
The young boy quivers as he thinks of that name.
“Yami,” he whispers, hugging himself tighter as the sky gradually grows dark.
The thunder overhead doesn’t faze him in the least as he continues to sit there, huddled into a ball, tears mixing with the down-pouring rain. His chest heaves with sobs as his body moves gently with the hiccups that accompany them.
“Yugi?”
A hand gently touches his shoulder and he looks up into the pouring rain to find his grandfather kneeling next to him, a concerned look on his face.
“Please, Yugi, let me take you home.”
His grandson once again buries his face in his knees.
“What am I gonna do, Grandpa?” he asks, his voice slightly muffled. “He’s gone.”
There’s a small rustling sound as Solomon Motou sits on the ground and pulls Yugi into a tight embrace. Without a word, he pulls something from behind his back. Yugi’s eyes immediately light up when he recognizes the object.
“The Puzzle,” he whispers, grabbing it with both hands and clutching it tightly to his chest.
Solomon Motou smiles at his reaction.
“I figured you ought to have it on you when we go to see Yami.”
Yugi lifts his head up, hope radiating in his eyes.
“Yes, Yugi, we found him.”
Yugi takes a deep breath.
/Yami?/
//Yugi . . . what were you thinking?//
/Huh?/
//What were you thinking . . . crying when you know I can’t hear you or comfort you?//
Yugi smiles gratefully up at his grandfather.
/I’ll be there soon, Yami./
//I’ll be here, aibou.//
A/N: There is a second part to this, so please let me know if you’d like me to post that as well.