Title: Girl Trouble

Author: Sean Wright

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh.

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Chapter Two

In the back of his mind, Yuugi could hear her. Even as he cowered in the protective embrace of his grandfather, her demented laughter continuously played in his mind like a broken record. He wanted to banish her from his thoughts, the insane angel who claimed him as her own.

He squeezed his eyes close tight, trying to shut her out and banished her voice from his mind. He was home now he was safe. She couldn't reach him here. He was safe. He was home, he was safe, and he was…

"He will never..."

Pain shot through his body, Yuugi tried to fight it as he repeated the litany in his head. He was home, he was safe, and he was safe. But she would not be denied. She wanted him to suffer. The mindless cackle ripped through his head and he lost the tenuous grasp he had over his own body. Yuugi drew in a sharp breath as he grabbed his grandfather tightly.

"Yuugi," the old man winced as the boy's strong fingers dug into his shoulders.

Yuugi held onto his grandfather tightly. He was not going to let her into his head and fall back into that blinding brilliance where she lurked.

"…You are mine."

"Oji-san." He cried out or he tried to, but it came out like a wheezing gasp. He collapsed against his grandfather. Ice ran through his body and filled his soul. He could feel her frozen breath on the back of his neck and her icy hands caressed his face as she pulled him back into her cold embrace.

"One body, one soul..." She touched her lips to his. "You can't fight me now. What's done…" She raised her face to smile into his eyes. "Kiss the Pharaoh… If you can, my sweet."

Yuugi buried his face in his grandfather's chest and just clung to him. Tattered sobs poured from the boy as he cowered away from the light and cold. He started violently at a sudden pounding coming from below in the store.

Honda cast another worried look at his friend before he hurried down to open the door. Yuugi was panting again. Sugoroku could feel the erratic beating of the boy's heart from how close Yuugi clung to him. He was scared to death, which was evident by the look of pure terror that appeared on Yuugi's face when Anzu and Mai pulled him into tight embraces. Jou smiled down at his best friend when Mai and Anzu finally let the boy go for some air.

"Hey, buddy." Jou ruffled Yuugi's hair. "This is the first time I've seen you and Yami without the spiky do." Critically, Jou studied his best friend for a moment when Yuugi failed to respond to his gentle teasing. Something was off about his best bud, but for the life of him, Jou couldn't figure it out. He chose not to think about that for the moment and instead chose to focus on the fact that Yuugi had been found and he was with them were he belonged.

Yuugi shrunk away from their touches. She was here, in his house and in his mind laughing at him, gloating over her victory. Yuugi wrapped his arms about his middle as he sank to the bonelessly to the floor. He wanted to hide from everyone and everything. Why was it so cold in here? The cold was easing the pain in his body and it was now like a low throbbing. He still hurt. God, he just wanted it all to go away.

"Ji-san." Pain shot through his tight chest. He finally figured out that what was hurting him. His shirt was too tight and his pants were cutting into his hips. "I need to…"

Yuugi felt Yami come up behind him.

"We should get you up stairs," the former Pharaoh finished his hikari's unfinished thought. He moved to help him rise only to have Yuugi pulled away from him. Yami frowned at this action. Yuugi licked his dry lips nervously.

"Ah, no, that's---" his voice faltered since he could not come up with a palpable reason not to have Yami with him.

"Yuugi."

The boy looked about the small, brightly lit living room. He could feel her in everything, taunting him, promising to always be with him. She was apart of him…

One body…

Yuugi's hands moved to his chest.

One body…

He laid them flat on the lumpy rises of flesh.

One body…

He closed his eyes as a single tear coursed down his right cheek.

"You are not listening to me, sweet one, you have always belonged to me."

How could he have not understood? How could he have not known?

"He bathes in your soul." Fanatical eyes gleaming as she licked Yuugi's tears from her fingertips. "He basks in your light. But never again, my sweet one." She lowered her head to nuzzle Yuugi's chest.

Every part of his body that she had touched with her burning kisses…

"One body, one soul..."

Slowly he brought his hands to his face, a harsh cry broke from his trembling lips.

"…What's done…"

He cried out his rage and fear. "You bitch!" He exploded.

"…is done." She nipped his bruised lower lip before she pulled away completely.

"You twisted, psychotic bitch." He railed at the light; throwing anything he could get his hands on at every source of light in the room. "I hate you! I hate you, I fucking hate you, you miserable…" He was brought down to the floor, Yami pinned him down before Yuugi could turn his angry on himself. "I hate you," the boy sobbed, "I hate you. Miserable…"

A wide eyed from shock, Yami just held Yuugi on the carpeted floor while the boy continued to cry, wretchedly, and damn the one who did what to him? Yami was at a lost and was scared for his hikari, whom he had never seen behave like this.

Behind them, the others were slowly recovering from their shock. Yuugi had never had a display of temper that was so violent. The sweet, gentle boy they had known for the last three years had never heard a single curse word past the boy's lips. Not even when he had faced the most fearsome of competitors or had been deprived of his friends and his family had Yuugi ever lost his composure like this or try to destroy everything around him.

Yuugi laid on his back, sobbing piteously, hot tears streaked down the sides of his face reminding him of when she placed her tongue on his cheek. He felt a hand touch him and his lashed out hitting Yami in the face. The former Pharaoh recoiled from his lover and Yuugi scrambled away from.

"Don't touch me!" He shrieked at Yami. "Don't ever---" Pain in his chest had him doubled over trying to catch his breath. Sugoroku cautiously approached his grandson, making sure that the boy could see his face. When Yuugi moved back, Sugoroku stopped.

"Yuugi," his tone was comforting. "I just want to help you…"

Yuugi cut him off with a violent shake of his head. "No one can help me." He looked around the room, seeing her everywhere the light touched. Would she ever leave him alone?

"Why do you say that?" His grandfather asked softly. The haunted look in his grandson's eyes was scaring him. Yuugi was crouched down like a frightened animal and he was afraid to approach him and at the same time he could not abandon him. He had to know what had happened. "Yuugi, can you tell me why I can't help?"

"Look at what she did to me!" He cried frantically. He grabbed the front of his leather shirt and tried to pull it away from his skin. "That crazy bitch! She did this to me…"

"What? Yami demanded. "What did 'She' do?" Moreover, who was she?

"She did this to get back at Yami!" Yuugi was still ranting. "She came after me, tricked me, and then she did this," he grabbed the front of his shirt to emphasize, "She did this…She made this happen, just to hurt Yami." His energy was spent. Yuugi collapsed on his to his knees, his arms sliding around his trembling body, trying to hold himself together.

"She did this to get back at Yami!" The dark young man was staring at his counterpart with a look close to fear on his face. "…just to hurt Yami." Someone had hurt his light just to cause offense towards him.

"…just to hurt Yami."

The former Pharaoh of Kemet slowly walked over to his beloved and he knelt before huddling little one.

Shadows surrounded him. The comforting shadows and darkness. But the shadows were why he was in pain, his mind reasoned. The shadows hurt more than the light.

Yuugi jumped when he felt warm hands touch his face. The warmth chased away the last of her freezing touch but it could undo what she had done. Nothing would.

//Hikari//

The fear slowly receded from Yuugi's eyes, bringing the young man back to himself. As the confusion gave way, truth filtered through Yuugi's mind. God, he wanted to deny it. He wanted Yami to tell him that it was all a bad dream, that nothing had happened, that he was the same… A heart-rending wail escaped his lips, Yuugi collapsed in on himself again as it all washed over him.

Yami looked worriedly to Sugoroku as Yuugi withdrew further from him and sank deeper in his agony. It was killing Yami to watch his light huddle against the wall, as if he trying to hide. Yuugi drew his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms about them before lowering his head to rest on his knees. Small, slender fingers peaked out of the sleeve of his coat quickly before he let out agonized gasped. He let go of his legs and grabbed his chest; his face was tight as he fought against the ache in his chest. He had to get to upstairs to his rooms, he could not let them know, not yet /…Yami…/

//Hikari.//

Yuugi froze.

//Hikari, please tell me what is going on with you?//

He felt Yami's warm, commanding presence in his mind. He felt her presence heavily about him even as Yami's shadows moved in around him and began pushing away her insidious radiance with little resistance. But why should she resist?

Cold hands touched the back of Yuugi's neck and then moved down as hard, slender arms rested over his shoulders. Her icy breath wafted over his left ear as she laughed softly.

"What can the Shadow King do to me now?" She was amused by his stubborn silence. Her arms moved to wrap about his shoulders as she lowered her face into his neck, her lips skimmed the surface and the boy whimpered, thankfully there was no more pain from her touch, it had been replaced by revulsion.

She laughed at his contempt of herself as she moved up to nip at his ear lobe. "What's done is done, sweet one." She said in singsong manner. She turned her face to look at Yami, her left hand holding Yuugi's chin, forcing him to look at the powerful Pharaoh and she laughed. "He cannot undo what I have done…"

"Shut up." Yuugi said through clenched teeth.

Yami blinked at the vehemence in his hikari's voice. The boy was staring at him with naked hatred and contempt in his lavender eyes.

"Get out of my head, you sadistic bitch." Yuugi said savagely.

Yami went to his knees. A look of horror crossed his face as Yami stared down at his love. //Yuugi…//

"Yuugi," Sugoroku touched Yami's shoulder before he rushed to his grandson.

She kissed the corner of his mouth. "I will be with you always."

Hot tears streaked down his face as he pulled his legs closer to his chest. "I hate you…" He choked out. "I hate you…Crazy bitch! Rot in hell, you sick, twisted, perverted---"

Pain shot through his back and chest, but he ignored it. She was laughing in his head, laughing at the pain and suffering she was causing. Watching him like this, turning away from Yami amused her greatly, although the shadows had fully enclosed about him and she receded into nothingness. With a final parting shot at Yami, she left Yuugi blissfully alone. Nevertheless, what was done was done?

He needed to know what she had done…

A sharp pain across his chest drew Yuugi out of his reverie. He reached up timidly and touched his right hand to his chest and he closed his eyes as fear settled heavily over him.

"Anzu," he said weakly. "Anzu, I need your help."

Bakura was at Yami's side immediately. "He calls for another." Yami said listlessly. "He cursed me and calls for another…"

"Pharaoh," the former tomb robber said sharply as he pulled the other young man to his feet.

Fearfully, Anzu stepped around the wide-eyed Yami and carefully approached the weeping Yuugi. In the background, she heard the recently entered Seto Kaiba smirking. Why did Honda let that smug face SOB into the Motous' house, she would never know? Yet at that moment, she prayed that he kept his mouth shut and left Yami alone. Yami was at the teetering on the deep end and anything was liable to set him off.

Anzu knelt beside her friend and before she could blink, Yuugi had his arms about her neck and he was crying against her shoulder. "I'm so scared." He tightened his hold about her. "She's done something to me. I'm so scared, I'm scared to find out."

Anzu rubbed his back, trying to calm him down. "It's alright, Yuugi," she pushed the long black and gold hair away from Yuugi's hot face with her free hand. "You have nothing to be afraid of. We are all here for you, all your friends, your ojisan, and Yami…"

At his name, Yuugi pulled back from Anzu. He looked up, right into Yami's glazed over crimson eyes and his heart shattered.

It was an act of defiance against Yami.

To bring hurt the Shadows.

And ruin its' king.

Yami was the Shadows' King.

For a long moment, they just watched each other. Yuugi looked so lost and vulnerable, Yami was cold and dangerous.

Did he know? Yuugi wondered as he searched Yami's expression. Had he seen her or heard her taunts? Yuugi started to bring a hand to his heart and stopped the motion halfway.

"Yuugi?" Anzu's voice flittered through the boy's fear numbed mind. She gently touched the two large misshaped protrusions on the boy's chest. "God, are you alright?" She cried in alarm. "What happened to your…"

Yuugi looked down to where she running her hands over him, he fell back from her touch with a choked cry. He wrapped his shaking hands cross his chest. "I need to go to my room." He said quickly. "Anzu, help me…" He looked back at Yami; Bakura had a tight grip on both his arms, like he was restraining him, but that would not be enough. Nothing would stop Yami if he wanted to get to Yuugi. Nothing.

Anzu turned around slightly, "Jou, Honda-"

"No," Yuugi cried desperately. He grabbed her right hand, clinging to it. "No, please. Just you, okay? Please, just you. Please."

Anzu looked into Yuugi's eyes and saw the fear and terror in them. She nodded. "Alright, Yuugi…"

/Yami/ he cast the thought to his lover as he leaned heavily against Anzu as she helped him from the living room. /I'm sorry./ Yuugi finished the thought. Slowly, almost painfully, Yuugi mounted the few steps that led to the second floor of his home. Almost limping, Yuugi made it to his bedroom door, Anzu pushed the door open and half carried, and drug Yuugi inside and then she closed the door.

The quiet in the living room was unbearable.

Yami had watched his beloved leave the room without so much as a word. Sugoroku sighed heavily and then walked out of the room, heading for the kitchen. He hand seen his grandson's hands and held him enough over the years to have noticed what had scared the boy so much. He himself was frightened as well. How on earth were they going to cope with this? How could this have happened?

The old man pulled out on of the heavy vinyl covered chairs at their kitchen table and he sat down heavily. Two ponderous tears rolled down his face when he heard Anzu cry out "God, Yuugi! Oh, God…"

There was crash from inside the living room. Sugoroku heard Bakura cry out "Pharaoh!" while his counterpart called out to him. He heard that arrogant Kaiba boy say something to Yami, there was the sound of flesh hitting flesh and someone knocked over something else and then there was the sound of feet pounding on the stairs briefly, a short pause and then pounding on a door, most likely Yuugi's and then Yami was yelling.

Sugoroku wiped away his tears; he drew in a deep breath as he lifted his large bulk from the table. He slowly released it as went to the door. He glanced at his living room, an end table was over turned, and a lamp that Yuugi had missed during his rampage now lay on the floor broken. Beside it, Bakura sat on the floor holding a hand to his right eye as his hikari dabbed at his bleeding lip. Bakura growled and pulled away from the tender youth's ministrations. A few pictures were knocked off the wall and Seto Kaiba was leaning against his brother. Kaiba's nose was bleeding and turning purple.

Sugoroku stepped past the two brothers and came to a stop at the foot of the stairs that was were Jou and Honda stood with Mai. Yami was on the landing hammering on the door, his crimson eyes were a blazed with fear and rage as he ordered Yuugi to open the door.

Sugoroku pushed past the three frightened teenagers and cautiously approached the angry Pharaoh.

Punch, kick, and snap a command. Yami was trying desperately to give Yuugi a choice before he took over and stormed into the room and beat the truth out his lover.

"Damn it, Yami," Anzu shouted from the other side. "Just go away! You're just making things worst."

Yami kicked the door viciously and then slammed his left fist into it so hard the door shook on its hinges.

"Open this door willingly, Yuugi, or I will break it down." Yami barked as he kicked the door. "Either way," he punched it and the wood cracked, "I am coming in."

Inside the room, Anzu looked worriedly at Yuugi. He huddled in the corner of his bed presenting his bare back to Anzu. His blue plaid boxers hung off his curved hips, his long hair fell over his shoulders as sat there staring into nothing. Silent tears made there way down his pale face. He was tired of crying, his was tired of sitting up. He was tired, dirty, and sick of listening to Yami beating the hell out that door.

Yuugi stood up, wiping at his wet face with one hand as he struggled into his robe. He heard Anzu move away from the door; he glanced back at over his right shoulder and saw that the girl was trying to barricade the door. Yami was still making his threats; he must have been scared out of his mind by now, Yuugi reasoned, otherwise Yami would have never allowed such a display from himself.

Yuugi pulled his robe close and tied it shut. He wasn't ready to face Yami yet. He lay down on the bed and drew himself into a ball, clutching a pillow to his chest. It was selfish of him, but Yuugi wanted to hold onto Yami just a bit longer. Numbness has settled over him now. The pain was gone, Yuugi thought idly. He glanced down in at body and closed his eyes tight. When he woke up everything would all right.

Punch, kick, and "Open the damn door!" Yami bellowed.

Yuugi pulled the comforter higher until all Anzu could see was black hair interspersed with golden strains.

"Tell him, I'm alright." He said quietly. His voice was raw from all the screaming he had done. "Just don't let him."

A worried frown crossed Anzu's face. Behind her the door popped, as one of the hinges lost it's support.

Yuugi ignored the commands and tried to fall asleep.

"Yuugi," Yami fell against the door, tired but not defeated. He was going to get inside and discover what was wrong with his Yuugi. //Hikari, let me in.//

Anzu nodded. "I won't." She promised. Nevertheless, he was going to find out sometime.

Yuugi said nothing. He only wanted to sleep.

"What's else are friends good for?" Anzu started towards him but another loud thump made the door jump and two screws fell to the floor. She looked worriedly to Yuugi.

"Yuugi!" Yami roared.

It was now or never, the girl thought wearily. She just hoped that Yami would be reasonable and not force the issue. Anzu pushed aside the chair she had put in front of the bedroom door and pulled it open. Yami stood there, wild eyed with his fist raised. She squeaked. Yami dropped his raised hand and looked back over at her head into the room but did not see Yuugi immediately. A movement on the bed caught his attention, Yami started to step past Anzu, but to his surprise, she pushed him back. He looked down at the blue-eyed girl who was glaring up at him.

"What do you think you are doing?" He growled.

This was not a side of Yami Anzu wanted to witness. This was the former Pharaoh of Kemet looking down at one he knew was beneath him. One he could crush with a single thought and it chilled Anzu to her very core as those hard, ruby eyes stared contemptuously down on her. In spite the fear she felt for her own life at that moment, Anzu was going to stay strong for Yuugi's sake. "Yuugi's in the-"

Yami's eyes became even colder. "Move."

Against her better judgement, Anzu stood her ground. "No." She raised her chin in defiance.

For Yami, it was her last mistake.

The shining eye of Horus appeared on Yami's brow as he started to raise his right hand.

/…Yami…/

He turned his attention away from the girl before him and reached out to his hikari. //Yuugi--//

/…please…/ the boy was crying, that he did not know he was calling out to his other.

Without a second thought, Yami shoved Anzu out of the way and strode quickly to the bed. He ripped off the covers and pulled the trembling youth into his arms. Yuugi realized too late what was going on. He pushed against Yami chest, frantic to get away from the crushing embrace. The darker youth was not having that. Yami held Yami tighter.

/Yami, please./ Yuugi pleaded.

//What is wrong?// Yami demanded, //Why are you fighting against me?//

Yuugi's used his trapped arms to push away. He turned around in Yami's arms and tried to crawl out of Yami's lap only to be pinned down on the bed.

Yami eyes went straight down to his light's heaving chest and then moved further down his body before coming back to rest on the beautiful, tear-stained face of his beloved.

Cold fear wrapped itself clammy hands about the Pharaoh's heart as he gently yet forcibly pulled Yuugi's hands from across his shoulder.

/No, Yami!/ his screamed into Yami's mind. /Please, don't…/

Yami ignored his cries. He pushed back Yuugi's left arm, the smaller youth grabbed the collar of his robe and again tried to escape.

"Yami, don't, please don't do this!" Yuugi sobbed brokenly. /Please, don't do this. I love you./ "Yami, stop. God, stop!"

Yami roughly pulled Yuugi's hand aside and threw the material aside.

Anzu turned her face away and clamped a hand over her mouth.

Downstairs, Bakura turned his sharp eyes onto the staircase. It was quiet and that fact disturbed the spirit of the ring swore virulently.

"What the hell is going on up there?" Honda wondered out loud.

Ryou could feel the disquiet that was upsetting his Yami. Slowly, almost frighten by the strange stillness that settled on the upper floors of the Motou home, Ryou moved away from the stairs, seeking the protection of his own Yami.

"I don't like this." Jou ground out.

Kaiba spat out his broken crown, his cold blue eyes were fixed on the open door above. The dead man was going to pay for this.

"Ryou," Bakura grasped his hikari's arm, "This time, we are leaving."

Ryou did not protest and he let his yami pull him out of the Motou's house without a word to his friends.

"Seto, I think we should go home as well." Mokuba said, his eyes darted back towards his friend's room when he heard another scream from Yuugi.

Anzu had managed to pull herself together and rushed to Yuugi's side. He had collapsed on his side, hot tears streaming unchecked down his face as he wailed piteously. She ignored the transfixed Yami as she sat down beside Yuugi and half pulled him into her arms.

"Shh," she said soothingly as she rocked the crying young man. "Shh, Yuugi."

Behind her, the weight shifted on the bed. Heavy boots hit the carpeted floor with a muffled thump. It took some effort, but Anzu managed to get Yuugi off the bed and into the shower.

Yami sat there, listening as his hikari cried in his soul for him, but he could go to him. He could not stand to look at him, not…not like this.

"She did this to get back at Yami!" Yuugi was still ranting. "She came after me, tricked me, and then she did this," he grabbed the front of his shirt to emphasize, "She did this…She made this happen, just to hurt Yami."

He dropped his arms on his tights and lowered his face into his hands.

/…please, don't leave me…/ Yuugi begging, pleading with him.

Yami silently pulled up the mental wall between them to stop the pathetic cries in his head. He needed some time to himself, he needed to think, but his mind and heart could not focus on anything other than the pain welling up inside him.

Sugoroku came up an hour later. The water in the shower had stopped. Yami had moved to far corner in Yuugi's room and remained there. Sugoroku placed a tray on the nightstand and he brought a cup of tea over to Yami. When the young man did not move to accept it, Sugoroku set the steaming mug down beside him.

He glanced at the closed bathroom door, tears glimmered in his faded violet eyes, but he ruthlessly scrubbed them away. Sugoroku told himself that he had to be strong. Besides, this could not be permanent. This just had to be a trick or an illusion that was going to fade overnight. Which he hoped was true for Yuugi's sake.

Sugoroku glanced down at the Pharaoh again. Hard ruby eyes stared out impassive mask. Yami was unreadable when he chose to be and frightening when he was upset. So far, Yami had remained in control of his emotions, but after four years of living with the dark one, Sugoroku knew that young man's control had a tenuous grasp, especially when it came to Yuugi. Yuugi was the focus of Yami's life and he made damned sure that he became the focus of Yuugi's. Sugoroku could only hope that they made it through this night.

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A few minutes after Sugoroku left, Anzu emerged from the bath, with her arms around the trembling Yuugi. She had helped him dress, heavy flannel pajamas and a tee shirt to warm his chilled body and thick woolen socks for his delicate feet. She had brushed out his freshly washed hair and pulled it back into a stark ponytail that Yuugi always slept in. When it was all done, she helped him into bed and then she climbed in beside him after she turned off the light.

Yami stayed partially hidden in the shadows. Another hour of silence had passed before he ventured out of his corner and slowly approached the bed where the two slumbered. For a long moment, Yami stood over them, his eyes fixed on the exhausted expression of his sleeping hikari. Dark circles were under his eyes and shown against Yuugi's fragile complexion. Around the corners of his eyes and mouth were thin lines revealing the physical and emotional strain Yuugi had gone through that day. It should have been a sin to have anything mar such an unspoiled countenance. Neither hurt nor sadness belonged on his exquisite façade.

Bonelessly, Yami sank to his knees beside Yuugi's sleeping face. Long, dark lashes brushed the elegantly molded cheekbones that had always looked more feminine that masculine once Yuugi lost the remainder of his baby fat. Everything feature on his face was sharper, more defined yet instead of becoming hard, Yuugi was soft, the complete opposite of his protector and lover, except in one.

Yami touched the tip of his beloved's chin. He had traced a line from Yuugi's small, shell like ear to the point beneath his full mouth with his index finger.

"How can the gods improve upon such perfection?" He asked softly. "Why would any being in this world want to harm you, the most treasured of all the angels?" Tears filled his crimson eyes as he looked down at the rest of Yuugi's body that was hidden beneath the heavy down comforter. "How will I remedy this?" He asked himself. //Yuugi.// He leaned forward and brushed his lips over his love's. //I will discover the identity of whomever did this to you and I will make them pay. I swear it.//

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Yami drifted off a short time after that. He fell asleep on the floor, since Anzu was in the bed with Yuugi and he had not the will to seek the comforts of his own bed. He had not been asleep long before he awoke to screaming.

Anzu fell back against the headboard with a thud as a hysterical Yuugi pushed her away.

"No," the black haired duelist screamed in denial even as he crawled out of bed. He grasped the front of his pajama top and pulled it open. Buttons popped off and bounced around the floor unnoticed by the desperate youth as he rushed over the full-length cheval mirror next to his closet.

"Yuugi," Anzu had pushed off the covers and hurried after him. She came to a stop behind him and watched as the achingly beautiful face in the mirror crumbled up. Small, elegant hands clutched the front of the tee shirt as the girl in the mirror tried to maul her perfect face.

"Yuugi, no!" Anzu cried as she fought to keep her friend from scratching his own face. "Please, don't do this to yourself…"

Yuugi easily pushed Anzu off. He raced to his desk and snatched up a pair of scissors or he tried to only to have knocked aside. Anzu tackled Yuugi to the floor, years of dancing and intense practices had made Anzu a lot stronger than she looked and a 5'6, she had an advantage of height and reach over the 5'4 ½ Yuugi. She wrestled Yuugi to the floor, she sat on his stomach to keep him from bucking her off and held his smaller, dainty wrists with one hand over his head, and with her free hand she knocked the scissors away.

"Get off me." Yuugi yelled at her. "Damn it, Anzu, you can't stop me from killing her!"

"You're trying to kill yourself, baka." She slapped him hard, hoping to knock some sense into him. "God, Yuugi, calm down."

Tears of rage shown in his lavender eyes as Yuugi tried to regain some control over his emotions. Anzu watched the emotions play over Yuugi's face before the youth broke out with loud, tearing sob.

"Oh, God, Anzu, what am I going to do?" He cried achingly.

And her heart broke with his. She wanted to tell him everything would be alright, she wished that she could wake up from this nightmare and Yuugi would be same Yuugi she had always. She wished she could say just something that would take his pain away. There were no words or lies Anzu could say that would change this or make this go away. Therefore, Anzu did the only thing she could do: She let go of Yuugi's arms and the next second the boy had his arms around her, hugging her as tight as his could and cried against her shoulder. Anzu lay on top of him, whispering soft, meaningless words into his ear in the hopes of calming him down, but it had the opposite effect.

Yuugi shoved her off and rolled onto his side. "I can't live this way," he chocked out. "I'm a guy, Anzu. A male! There is just no way…" He pulled his legs to his chest; a harsh sob tore from his lips. "I-I'm a m-man. I can-n't be any-thing else…I just can't!"

"Yuugi." Anzu crawled over to him and pressed her face against his back and just let him cry out his pain.

Yami had watched the entire thing in silence. Not once since Yuugi's collapsed had he dared to move or say a word.

"What am I going to do, Anzu?" the youth demanded. "What the hell am I going to do, now?"

Anzu had no answers. She was just as lost and confused as her friend. A movement in the mirror caught her eye, Anzu watched Yami who was watching the red-faced, crying figure in the glass. He said nothing and neither did she; she ignored the selfish Pharaoh and focused on Yuugi. The girl just tighten her arms about Yuugi's heaving shoulders and buried her face in his soft, tri-coloured hair and let him cry.

Yami closed off his link to his light a final time. The suffering was too great on both ends and he could no longer bear the strain. He left Yuugi alone, although his lover was calling out to him, begging him to come to him. He needed him. Yami looked away from the sight.

A loud, keening wail escaped Yuugi when the last mental block went up and Yami cut him off.

/Yami. / He screamed in the prison that was his soul room. /Yami, please, God-Don't leave me! /

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