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Title: Trick King
Pairing: Y.YY
Rating: T
Genre: horror
Summary: Episode 145. Yuugi asks why he is in such a hurry. They hadn't told the others. Mou hitori no boku says that it's all right, he just wants Yuugi to see him off. What could have happened if nothing else was necessary and the gang hadn't shown up. one-shot
I am shaken by the violence of this insistence for only you.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. If I had, the below would have happened. Followed by lots of material inappropriate for minors or decent members of society.
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Summary: Episode 145. Yuugi asks why he is in such a hurry. They haven't told the others. Yami no Yuugi says it's all right. He just wants Yuugi to see him off…what could have happened if nothing else was necessary, and if the gang hadn’t shown up. Y/YY
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{Emotions} so deep that I am shaken by
the violence of this insistence for only you
Like this, I know I can’t be with you
I do what I have to do
You do what you have to do
And I have the sense to recognize that
I don’t know how to let you go.
--Sarah McLachlan, ‘Do What You Have to Do’
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Game (geym) : noun; a trick or strategy: to see through someone's game; any object of pursuit: The open chocolates seemed to be fair game for any takers.
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“But…” Anzu faltered under Jounouchi’s formidable stare. She gripped the metal links tighter, like it was the only thing stopping her from following the other Yuugi, to wherever he might be. Maybe it was.
“Leave Yuugi alone,” Jounouchi said firmly. “If he wants a break he deserves it and it’s not like he needs to hear about multiple personality disorders from Motora-sensei.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I think it’s the best medicine they can give each other right now. Dark Malik was only just barely kept from taking us all, I think the last thing either of them wants is us poking around.”
“He wants to leave!”
“If you love him so much why don’t you trust him?” Jounouchi bit, annoyed and protective of the real Yuugi’s privacy.
Honda leaned against the fence next to Anzu, who lowered her head and blushed, and looked out over the city. Despite Jounouchi’s confidence he couldn’t fight down the feeling in his gut that was shifting nervously and muttering something was about to change.
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Yuugi asked why they were in such a hurry; they still had another twenty minutes before the bell. The last part came out without thinking, a useless statement, worthless. But the other, in control of Yuugi’s body since fourth period broke, smiled. He wanted to get away from the school and everyone else as quickly and silently as possible. He told him it was only natural considering the sad circumstances, adjusting the backpack absently and hearing Yuugi’s homework shift around inside next to the God cards.
/We didn’t tell the others./ Yuugi appeared beside him from the waist up, looking at him and face close to his.
The Spirit reassured him it was all right as the walk sign flashed. //I just want you…to see me off.//
He didn’t want him to be sad. Yuugi was miserable enough for the both of them when he realized where they were going. He tried to touch him, but the link was blocked. Yuugi’s heart went out, concluding the Pharaoh didn’t want him to know his sadness.
I want to be with you always.
So he had said… That had made Yuugi very happy; no one had ever said that to him before. ‘I’ll be so sad once it’s over, but I understand, mou hitori no boku.’ He thought, looking down as the Spirit maneuvered through the lunch crowd. ‘You know that I’d give you all my memories, just as I know it could never be enough. If our places were reversed it wouldn’t be so different for me to leave, either.’ No matter how strong their bond was, it didn’t change the fact that one of them was dead. That the Pharaoh was so shut off helped him keep it together and toughen up. No tears, the other him taught him to be strong so he wouldn’t cry. Nuhuh!
He hovered behind when Yugioh stopped before the museum entrance, studying the streets and buildings and scattered populace going about their normal lives-the last, Yuugi reflected, if their instincts were right, he would see of them again. “Hey,” he said, reaching out to touch his shoulder, “Mou hitori no-”
-ReachingsnakingDRAGGINGhimdown, keeping him from screaming and soso tight against him kicking and screaming but clearly he was still going there damn it could have writing on the wall spelling EVIL-
Yuugi flinched back as if he’d been burned, eyes wide with shock. The other slowly turned his head around, eyes speculative and questioning. //Something wrong?//
/Ah/ he sent /I mean, uh… no./ What was that I saw just then? He smiled when he was met with a frown. /Just getting a little anxious is all; this is it, right?/ That had been a darkness in his other’s mind, a memory? No…it seemed too current somehow because… had he imagined it (it had gone by so fast) or had it seemed more personal to Yuugi, but that must have been the other in control if he had really seen his own clothes on the figure…?
The other stared at him, eyes going completely still.
“Are we going to keep going?” Yuugi asked. Was it another nightmare? The other Yuugi had those, sometimes, not exactly nightmares though, more like dark fears. /Mou hitori no boku?/
He continued to stare unblinkingly. “It is nothing.” He turned to the revolving doors. “Come, I can not begin this without you.” He ascended the steps confidently and Yuugi stayed with him.
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“I don’t see Ishizu-san.” Little Yuugi said, scanning the thing crowd for the serene, bad-news carrying messenger amongst the commonplace guides and senior citizen walkers.
//She must have departed.// Yami no Yuugi replied, waiting patiently for the bag to emerge from security check. Strapping it back on firmly he set out down the hall.
Yuugi spiritually rested on the Game King’s shoulder, a hand perched over each shoulder. He let out what would be his final contented sigh, his final time to be close to the other like this. /To Egypt. I hope she and Malik can build happiness again./ He gave a small smile when mou hitori no boku slowly lifted his left hand and laid it on top of his right, giving him the appearance of a samurai under oath as he traveled the expansive, priceless halls. Eyes opening and closing lazily, Yuugi briefly took in the series of visiting Bernini statues, the group of bored lower schoolers shifting boredly in their tiny chairs while the tour guide tried to get them into David’s heroic victory, Hades abduction of Persephone, or at least the Angel of Truth. He smiled at how small they were, even smaller than him… had he really not been able to touch his feet to the ground even on those small chairs? He played with the black and yellow Jansport’s zipper and relaxed under the warmth of a heated building and the consistent, strong strides of the other Yuugi…
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//Partner.//
The Pharaoh was sitting up straight as he stared ahead, arms folded and legs crossed on a bench opposite the enormous slab. /Nnn?/ Yuugi lifted his head up on top of hand, a small yawn. “Did I nod off, Other me?” He asked blearily next to his ear, looking at the ancient carvings as well.
//Not for very long; but I had to wait for the last tour to clear the exhibit and lock the door.// The other looked at him from the corner of his eye. //You need to sleep more.// The glare only softened when Yuugi offered up a cheesy grin, a ‘whaddya gonna do’ expression laughing across.
He felt the body stiffen when he pulled away, when he let go like a good Chosen One, and Yuugi was sad too, from the loss of warmth and semblance of contact. “It’s ironic, that only after you… do this will you know your name.” The other turned to him. “When you die,” he explained, “You’ll get all your memories back.” Unblinking, the game king nodded. “It’s a shame,” Yuugi said sadly. “That you won’t be able to tell it to me.”
“I want to hear you say it Aibou.”
“Yeah,” he smiled. /I would want to call you by it./ He felt warm, ancient hands wrap around his heart firmly; unspoken words. Yuugi reminded himself that he promised not to cry, and because it was for mou hitori no boku he would keep it.
“Well,” Yuugi said, smiling sadly and stroking the top of the Puzzle. The other watched the movement. “I-I guess…” He closed his eyes as he pulled off the corporeal copy of the Puzzle from his neck (it felt so wrong) and leaned up to put it over the other’s. He was close enough to feel the body heat, take in a scent that wasn’t his own, as the Pharaoh watch him, stood stiffly in his body. Light flashed from the physical puzzle and the corporeal one melted, gone.
This is it… Yuugi stepped back. “Mou hitori no boku I’m gonna,” he looked up, smiling and tears clinging to his eyes as he began his farewell but then he stopped. “Mou hitori no boku?” The spirit was facing him, his left hand raising the god cards, but he gazed at his host with no expression of remorse on his face. Or any, at all. It was like a duel for Dark Yuugi, his expression the poker face against an opponent he did not want inside his head. Thinking, deciding something. Probably reactionary; Yuugi knew the other wasn’t tactically arranging anything but the emotions he didn’t like to admit he had. “I don’t know what I’ll do without you now,” he sent to him hopefully, he’d be open for the both of them, “I-I…you were my first friend, my only friend for a long time-you were my greatest wish.”
//Hm,// he heard the distracted, unguarded voice, //no.// Was he listening? “Mou hitori…no…?” //I can not deal with that.// A chill ran down his spine as the other him lowered the cards.
Deal? Deal with what? “Do you regret not letting the others come?” He asked. “I know they’ll miss you-Jounouchi-kun, Honda-kun…an-and Anzu especially!” He pressed down the bitterness and continued to laugh it through. “You should have given me more notice or I could have done a last date for you! And others, even Kaiba-kun! I mean, without you, well we knew it would end like this sometime this, well I didn’t really know, but you did and this is how it’s-” His eyes widened as the nameless pharaoh came closer, but he did not tense. He blinked once. “Is that it? You want them here after all? It’s okay, I know Mazaki-chan will be very sad but you need her-” He shut up again as the cool, fluttering butterfly tingle that was a spirit’s hand wrapped around his wrist slowly.
/Mou hitori no boku?/ He asked as the other pulled him closer to the tablet.
//You trust me so much, Aibou.// The faintest shadow of a smile, the slightest lessoning of tension from his eyes. His eyes were always so much older than anyone Yuugi knew; and he was the only one Yugioh had let see otherwise or why, like a weird birthright or something.
/Of course I do!/ He smiled brightly. /I will miss you so very very/ he blinked tears again but he didn’t look away. /very, very much! I wish there was another way. It just seems so simple for it to end here./ Didn’t it? After all, no goodbyes? Not even to Sugoroku, who would have loved to thank him again. Or Jounouchi-kun, Jounouchi would have wanted to thank him too. They were all friends, after all, even if the Pharaoh only referred to them as companions. /I’ll tell them you say goodbye, Mou Hitori no-Ah, Pharaoh./ He smiled sadly. /Can’t call you that anymore can’t I?/
//Call me Pharaoh again.//
He blinked, then smiled. /Pharaoh, my Pharaoh!/ The other’s eyes flashed and let out a low exhale. The other him had brought him very close, Yuugi’s wrist trapped in stronger hands to where the Pharaoh’s heart would have been, but no where near as close as they were with their soul-hearts. Yuugi smiled up slightly at the Sennen Spirit. /It won’t be the same but I know they’d understand./ Watched him look away to raise the cards. He didn’t know what he’d do when the other him was gone…
He didn’t let go of Yuugi’s wrist. //I could not exist without you… I waited for you so long.//
Even though it wasn’t what he meant, Yuugi felt guilty about it taking him seven years. He waved it aside and thought about every moment they shared, every precious second. /Mou hitori no boku, you’ve made me really happy./
Yuugi didn’t understand, he didn’t understand when he started to pull away as the light grew and the Pharaoh only tightened his grip.
Eyes intensifying but neither widening nor narrowing and locked on his and Yuugi’s widened when he acknowledged he couldn’t move and the Puzzle was glowing (it was still around his neck, what? what, what, what?)… So was the Pharaoh’s forehead… /Mou hitori, I’ll miss you, I’ll miss you when you let go…/ he’s not… letting… go. So weird! He smiled nervously but his trust didn’t waver! Even though his hands were becoming more transparent instead of solid, gripped tightly in another. He looked at his best friend, his no boku who called himself “ore” to make him laugh…
…and heard himself in another life in his bedroom with Grandpa’s humongous book reading how the mummified Egyptian pharaohs sealed their living pets, wives, and games with them in their tombs to take with them in the afterlife. So Yuugi didn’t understand until their existence unraveled, the image Yugioh’s current and most potent desire: his Game, his…Yuugi.
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I recognize that I don’t know how to let you go.
--Sarah McLachlan, ‘Do What You Have to Do’
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Read and Review.
_Factoids for Geeks (zomg like me)_
Motora Yuzero was the very first influential Japanese psychologist, organizing and administering psychological science at University. He led the 27th International Conference of Psychology in Sweden for Psychophysics, Educational Psychology, and Zen in 1997.
Bernini’s statues were clues, lets see if you got them:
David-he was underestimated
Hades and Persephone-(seen only in the National Archives in Bulgaria) the abduction; Persephone was drawn by a narcissus (another hint if you knew the legend for Narcissus) and abducted by Hades to take her to the underworld and rule by his side. Double irony: Hades kept having Aphrodite shove herself at him but he didn’t want her, he wanted Persephone.
Truth-the angel guardian of this virtue by Bernini, Yuugi realizes the vision he saw was what the Pharaoh had been wanting and slowly deciding
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Mini Epilogue:
In a dark temple, lit by torches, a man in a cloak stood before an altar and froze, the ancient words fading from his lips. Dread and anger filled his soul as whispers hissed inside his head. Letting out an enraged, bitter scream as the Oreikalkos shut the door, he tried to summon the magic as the demand for an exchange grew, but it was too late. The Atlantian god-power dragged him down, pulling at the souls of the scattered followers as well and their souls were snatched in retribution. Then the animistic aura drew back its green light and slept on, just in time for the submarine to scoot by without noticing it.
Pairing: Y.YY
Rating: T
Genre: horror
Summary: Episode 145. Yuugi asks why he is in such a hurry. They hadn't told the others. Mou hitori no boku says that it's all right, he just wants Yuugi to see him off. What could have happened if nothing else was necessary and the gang hadn't shown up. one-shot
I am shaken by the violence of this insistence for only you.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. If I had, the below would have happened. Followed by lots of material inappropriate for minors or decent members of society.
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Summary: Episode 145. Yuugi asks why he is in such a hurry. They haven't told the others. Yami no Yuugi says it's all right. He just wants Yuugi to see him off…what could have happened if nothing else was necessary, and if the gang hadn’t shown up. Y/YY
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{Emotions} so deep that I am shaken by
the violence of this insistence for only you
Like this, I know I can’t be with you
I do what I have to do
You do what you have to do
And I have the sense to recognize that
I don’t know how to let you go.
--Sarah McLachlan, ‘Do What You Have to Do’
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Game (geym) : noun; a trick or strategy: to see through someone's game; any object of pursuit: The open chocolates seemed to be fair game for any takers.
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“But…” Anzu faltered under Jounouchi’s formidable stare. She gripped the metal links tighter, like it was the only thing stopping her from following the other Yuugi, to wherever he might be. Maybe it was.
“Leave Yuugi alone,” Jounouchi said firmly. “If he wants a break he deserves it and it’s not like he needs to hear about multiple personality disorders from Motora-sensei.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I think it’s the best medicine they can give each other right now. Dark Malik was only just barely kept from taking us all, I think the last thing either of them wants is us poking around.”
“He wants to leave!”
“If you love him so much why don’t you trust him?” Jounouchi bit, annoyed and protective of the real Yuugi’s privacy.
Honda leaned against the fence next to Anzu, who lowered her head and blushed, and looked out over the city. Despite Jounouchi’s confidence he couldn’t fight down the feeling in his gut that was shifting nervously and muttering something was about to change.
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Yuugi asked why they were in such a hurry; they still had another twenty minutes before the bell. The last part came out without thinking, a useless statement, worthless. But the other, in control of Yuugi’s body since fourth period broke, smiled. He wanted to get away from the school and everyone else as quickly and silently as possible. He told him it was only natural considering the sad circumstances, adjusting the backpack absently and hearing Yuugi’s homework shift around inside next to the God cards.
/We didn’t tell the others./ Yuugi appeared beside him from the waist up, looking at him and face close to his.
The Spirit reassured him it was all right as the walk sign flashed. //I just want you…to see me off.//
He didn’t want him to be sad. Yuugi was miserable enough for the both of them when he realized where they were going. He tried to touch him, but the link was blocked. Yuugi’s heart went out, concluding the Pharaoh didn’t want him to know his sadness.
I want to be with you always.
So he had said… That had made Yuugi very happy; no one had ever said that to him before. ‘I’ll be so sad once it’s over, but I understand, mou hitori no boku.’ He thought, looking down as the Spirit maneuvered through the lunch crowd. ‘You know that I’d give you all my memories, just as I know it could never be enough. If our places were reversed it wouldn’t be so different for me to leave, either.’ No matter how strong their bond was, it didn’t change the fact that one of them was dead. That the Pharaoh was so shut off helped him keep it together and toughen up. No tears, the other him taught him to be strong so he wouldn’t cry. Nuhuh!
He hovered behind when Yugioh stopped before the museum entrance, studying the streets and buildings and scattered populace going about their normal lives-the last, Yuugi reflected, if their instincts were right, he would see of them again. “Hey,” he said, reaching out to touch his shoulder, “Mou hitori no-”
-ReachingsnakingDRAGGINGhimdown, keeping him from screaming and soso tight against him kicking and screaming but clearly he was still going there damn it could have writing on the wall spelling EVIL-
Yuugi flinched back as if he’d been burned, eyes wide with shock. The other slowly turned his head around, eyes speculative and questioning. //Something wrong?//
/Ah/ he sent /I mean, uh… no./ What was that I saw just then? He smiled when he was met with a frown. /Just getting a little anxious is all; this is it, right?/ That had been a darkness in his other’s mind, a memory? No…it seemed too current somehow because… had he imagined it (it had gone by so fast) or had it seemed more personal to Yuugi, but that must have been the other in control if he had really seen his own clothes on the figure…?
The other stared at him, eyes going completely still.
“Are we going to keep going?” Yuugi asked. Was it another nightmare? The other Yuugi had those, sometimes, not exactly nightmares though, more like dark fears. /Mou hitori no boku?/
He continued to stare unblinkingly. “It is nothing.” He turned to the revolving doors. “Come, I can not begin this without you.” He ascended the steps confidently and Yuugi stayed with him.
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“I don’t see Ishizu-san.” Little Yuugi said, scanning the thing crowd for the serene, bad-news carrying messenger amongst the commonplace guides and senior citizen walkers.
//She must have departed.// Yami no Yuugi replied, waiting patiently for the bag to emerge from security check. Strapping it back on firmly he set out down the hall.
Yuugi spiritually rested on the Game King’s shoulder, a hand perched over each shoulder. He let out what would be his final contented sigh, his final time to be close to the other like this. /To Egypt. I hope she and Malik can build happiness again./ He gave a small smile when mou hitori no boku slowly lifted his left hand and laid it on top of his right, giving him the appearance of a samurai under oath as he traveled the expansive, priceless halls. Eyes opening and closing lazily, Yuugi briefly took in the series of visiting Bernini statues, the group of bored lower schoolers shifting boredly in their tiny chairs while the tour guide tried to get them into David’s heroic victory, Hades abduction of Persephone, or at least the Angel of Truth. He smiled at how small they were, even smaller than him… had he really not been able to touch his feet to the ground even on those small chairs? He played with the black and yellow Jansport’s zipper and relaxed under the warmth of a heated building and the consistent, strong strides of the other Yuugi…
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//Partner.//
The Pharaoh was sitting up straight as he stared ahead, arms folded and legs crossed on a bench opposite the enormous slab. /Nnn?/ Yuugi lifted his head up on top of hand, a small yawn. “Did I nod off, Other me?” He asked blearily next to his ear, looking at the ancient carvings as well.
//Not for very long; but I had to wait for the last tour to clear the exhibit and lock the door.// The other looked at him from the corner of his eye. //You need to sleep more.// The glare only softened when Yuugi offered up a cheesy grin, a ‘whaddya gonna do’ expression laughing across.
He felt the body stiffen when he pulled away, when he let go like a good Chosen One, and Yuugi was sad too, from the loss of warmth and semblance of contact. “It’s ironic, that only after you… do this will you know your name.” The other turned to him. “When you die,” he explained, “You’ll get all your memories back.” Unblinking, the game king nodded. “It’s a shame,” Yuugi said sadly. “That you won’t be able to tell it to me.”
“I want to hear you say it Aibou.”
“Yeah,” he smiled. /I would want to call you by it./ He felt warm, ancient hands wrap around his heart firmly; unspoken words. Yuugi reminded himself that he promised not to cry, and because it was for mou hitori no boku he would keep it.
“Well,” Yuugi said, smiling sadly and stroking the top of the Puzzle. The other watched the movement. “I-I guess…” He closed his eyes as he pulled off the corporeal copy of the Puzzle from his neck (it felt so wrong) and leaned up to put it over the other’s. He was close enough to feel the body heat, take in a scent that wasn’t his own, as the Pharaoh watch him, stood stiffly in his body. Light flashed from the physical puzzle and the corporeal one melted, gone.
This is it… Yuugi stepped back. “Mou hitori no boku I’m gonna,” he looked up, smiling and tears clinging to his eyes as he began his farewell but then he stopped. “Mou hitori no boku?” The spirit was facing him, his left hand raising the god cards, but he gazed at his host with no expression of remorse on his face. Or any, at all. It was like a duel for Dark Yuugi, his expression the poker face against an opponent he did not want inside his head. Thinking, deciding something. Probably reactionary; Yuugi knew the other wasn’t tactically arranging anything but the emotions he didn’t like to admit he had. “I don’t know what I’ll do without you now,” he sent to him hopefully, he’d be open for the both of them, “I-I…you were my first friend, my only friend for a long time-you were my greatest wish.”
//Hm,// he heard the distracted, unguarded voice, //no.// Was he listening? “Mou hitori…no…?” //I can not deal with that.// A chill ran down his spine as the other him lowered the cards.
Deal? Deal with what? “Do you regret not letting the others come?” He asked. “I know they’ll miss you-Jounouchi-kun, Honda-kun…an-and Anzu especially!” He pressed down the bitterness and continued to laugh it through. “You should have given me more notice or I could have done a last date for you! And others, even Kaiba-kun! I mean, without you, well we knew it would end like this sometime this, well I didn’t really know, but you did and this is how it’s-” His eyes widened as the nameless pharaoh came closer, but he did not tense. He blinked once. “Is that it? You want them here after all? It’s okay, I know Mazaki-chan will be very sad but you need her-” He shut up again as the cool, fluttering butterfly tingle that was a spirit’s hand wrapped around his wrist slowly.
/Mou hitori no boku?/ He asked as the other pulled him closer to the tablet.
//You trust me so much, Aibou.// The faintest shadow of a smile, the slightest lessoning of tension from his eyes. His eyes were always so much older than anyone Yuugi knew; and he was the only one Yugioh had let see otherwise or why, like a weird birthright or something.
/Of course I do!/ He smiled brightly. /I will miss you so very very/ he blinked tears again but he didn’t look away. /very, very much! I wish there was another way. It just seems so simple for it to end here./ Didn’t it? After all, no goodbyes? Not even to Sugoroku, who would have loved to thank him again. Or Jounouchi-kun, Jounouchi would have wanted to thank him too. They were all friends, after all, even if the Pharaoh only referred to them as companions. /I’ll tell them you say goodbye, Mou Hitori no-Ah, Pharaoh./ He smiled sadly. /Can’t call you that anymore can’t I?/
//Call me Pharaoh again.//
He blinked, then smiled. /Pharaoh, my Pharaoh!/ The other’s eyes flashed and let out a low exhale. The other him had brought him very close, Yuugi’s wrist trapped in stronger hands to where the Pharaoh’s heart would have been, but no where near as close as they were with their soul-hearts. Yuugi smiled up slightly at the Sennen Spirit. /It won’t be the same but I know they’d understand./ Watched him look away to raise the cards. He didn’t know what he’d do when the other him was gone…
He didn’t let go of Yuugi’s wrist. //I could not exist without you… I waited for you so long.//
Even though it wasn’t what he meant, Yuugi felt guilty about it taking him seven years. He waved it aside and thought about every moment they shared, every precious second. /Mou hitori no boku, you’ve made me really happy./
Yuugi didn’t understand, he didn’t understand when he started to pull away as the light grew and the Pharaoh only tightened his grip.
Eyes intensifying but neither widening nor narrowing and locked on his and Yuugi’s widened when he acknowledged he couldn’t move and the Puzzle was glowing (it was still around his neck, what? what, what, what?)… So was the Pharaoh’s forehead… /Mou hitori, I’ll miss you, I’ll miss you when you let go…/ he’s not… letting… go. So weird! He smiled nervously but his trust didn’t waver! Even though his hands were becoming more transparent instead of solid, gripped tightly in another. He looked at his best friend, his no boku who called himself “ore” to make him laugh…
…and heard himself in another life in his bedroom with Grandpa’s humongous book reading how the mummified Egyptian pharaohs sealed their living pets, wives, and games with them in their tombs to take with them in the afterlife. So Yuugi didn’t understand until their existence unraveled, the image Yugioh’s current and most potent desire: his Game, his…Yuugi.
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I recognize that I don’t know how to let you go.
--Sarah McLachlan, ‘Do What You Have to Do’
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Read and Review.
_Factoids for Geeks (zomg like me)_
Motora Yuzero was the very first influential Japanese psychologist, organizing and administering psychological science at University. He led the 27th International Conference of Psychology in Sweden for Psychophysics, Educational Psychology, and Zen in 1997.
Bernini’s statues were clues, lets see if you got them:
David-he was underestimated
Hades and Persephone-(seen only in the National Archives in Bulgaria) the abduction; Persephone was drawn by a narcissus (another hint if you knew the legend for Narcissus) and abducted by Hades to take her to the underworld and rule by his side. Double irony: Hades kept having Aphrodite shove herself at him but he didn’t want her, he wanted Persephone.
Truth-the angel guardian of this virtue by Bernini, Yuugi realizes the vision he saw was what the Pharaoh had been wanting and slowly deciding
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Mini Epilogue:
In a dark temple, lit by torches, a man in a cloak stood before an altar and froze, the ancient words fading from his lips. Dread and anger filled his soul as whispers hissed inside his head. Letting out an enraged, bitter scream as the Oreikalkos shut the door, he tried to summon the magic as the demand for an exchange grew, but it was too late. The Atlantian god-power dragged him down, pulling at the souls of the scattered followers as well and their souls were snatched in retribution. Then the animistic aura drew back its green light and slept on, just in time for the submarine to scoot by without noticing it.