Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Runaway ❯ The Kids Aren't Alright ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Runaway

Subtitle: The Kids Aren't Alright

Author: Fallen Angel of Death

Series: Yu*Gi*Oh!

Genre: angst/drama

Rating: R (it moved up ^-^)

Warnings: shounen ai (Malik/Yugi, Bakura/Otogi, Jounouchi/Honda, Seto/Yami), shoujou ai (Anzu/Mai), CHARACTER DEATH, MAJOR Yugi angst

Timeline: a year after "Runaway"

Plot Bunny: Sequel to Runaway. A year has passed since the incident, six months since Malik had to return to Egypt. Yugi can't cope with the loneliness anymore.........

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu*Gi*Oh! or the Offspring song "The Kids Aren't Alright". Satisfied?

Authoresses Rants: Thanks to everyone who reviewed "Runaway". To be quite honest, I wasn't exactly sure how well it would go, or if it was written well enough. :D You guys proved me wrong and thanks for making me happy about it. Just for you guys who reviewed, here's the epilogue. I still can't believe nobody has entered my "Biggest Dreamer" fic challenge T_T. Is it really that bad? OHMIGOD, THIS MIGHT BE TURNING INTO A SERIES! @-@

Okay, onto other business. The other day I got a flame in my guestbook from someone who wished to remain anonymous. Well, "i'm not telling", as you can see, I wasn't affected by your flame and I'm continuing to write yaoi/yuri fics. I accept all those people who are so and treat them as individuals, not like you. I deleted your sign, so I only have one thing left to say. SCREW YOU! I'd send every gay person in the world after you if I knew who you were and nobody like you can stop us fanfiction writers from writing what we do best. If you don't like the fics we write, don't read them, it's as simple as that.

Enough of that, onward to the fic ^-^

Fallen Angel of Death

tachikawaichijoujicarmel@yahoo.com/carmelchaos@yahoo.com

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//When we were young the future was so bright

The old neighbourhood was so alive//

Seventeen-year-old Yugi Mutou walked through the school halls on his way to his locker, eyes casted downwards as they always were and no longer holding the life or vibrance they once did.

Just amethyst stones that had lost their sparkle.

It would be six months now since his boyfriend Malik had to move back to Egypt. Those six months had gone by so slowly, hatred and darkness filling the empty spot in his heart, almost a year after he had become accustomed to being alone most of the time. All the time alone. He lived on his own now, with Yami of course but he never spoke to the former Pharaoh, not after the way his doppelganger had left him. Wherever he walked, people scattered before him like leaves in an Autumn wind. And he wasn't afraid of bumping into anyone either. He'd found out that if you walked in a straight line with a manner that proclaimed you had no intention of deviating in your course, people would naturally swerve to avoid you.

That was just the way he wanted it.

//And every kid on the whole damn street

Was gonna make it big and not be beat//

It was five in the evening when he finally got home, having spent the past two hours on the beach where he'd first fallen in love. Yami was on the couch with Seto, both of them with mugs of hot chocolate in their hands and watching the TV but paying no real attention to it, curled up together.

"Where have you been?" Yami asked, looking over his shoulder when his aibou reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Like you care," was the spat retort before the teenager ran up the stairs. The sound of a door slamming shut reached Yami's ears and the ancient one sighed, remembering when those eyes had been filled with a glorious spark of life. But the flare was gone. Yami rested his head on Seto's shoulder, the brunette looking at his lover before taking a sip of hot chocolate. He worried about those two sometimes.........

//Now the neighbourhood's cracked and torn

The kids are grown up but their lives are worn//

******************** FLASHBACK - six months ago - ********************

"Yugi-chan," Malik whispered after they broke away from their kiss. The amethyst orbs that looked at him were so full of love. He didn't want to tell his boyfriend, but he had to.........

"Hai, Mariku?"

"I......I have to go back to Egypt." The glittering eyes flew open, the sparkle disappearing and, just like when they first fell in love, Yugi's hands clutched the front of his shirt.

"Wh-why?"

//How can one little street swallow so many lives

Chances thrown, nothing's free, longing for what used to be//

"It's Isis's job. The stupid bitch won't let me stay in Domino, I have to go back with her." Malik tilted his head, placing a finger on his love's lips. "Please stay alive until I can find a way to come back."

"When do you leave?" Tears were filling Yugi's eyes now. Just two months ago he'd finally found someone who wouldn't break his heart......and now this!

"This Wednesday. I'm sorry, Yugi-chan." The scene was familiar and welcomed - Yugi clutching at him like he was a lifeline and crying, tears dampening his shirt. Malik wrapped his arms around the boy, pulling him close, never wanting to let go.........

******************** END FLASHBACK ********************

Yugi stared out at the night sky, at the full moon. It was late and well past curfew for most teenagers. He closed the window and turned back, walking away from the watching darkness. The same darkness that ruled his heart and soul. He rolled the school jacket's sleeve up and looked at his arm, tracing along the scars he'd created himself.

He couldn't live anymore. Malik's letters had been getting smaller and smaller over the past two months before they finally stopped. He figured the gorgeous Egyptian had met someone else, forgotten all about him.

//Still it's hard, hard to see, fragile lives, shattered dreams

Jamie had a chance, well she really did, instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids//

He eyed the desk draw that held the knife he'd gotten from the kitchen a while back, considering it. His amethyst orbs were practically black, filled with so much hatred and darkness. Lives were lost all the time, especially those that kept feelings bottled up inside, never letting them out and trying to live life day by day in a happy world. He'd known someone like that, a girl. She was always getting teased like he used to be until she finally cracked, killed the main tormentor and then killed herself [1].

Who cared if he died anyway?

Yugi reached into the draw and withdrew the knife, liking the way it shone in the moonlight. He slowly brought it up but with one swift movement slashed at his wrist, watching as the blood began to flow. He brought the wrist to his mouth and sucked on it a little, enjoying the ruby liquid's copper-like taste.

//Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job, he just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot

Jay committed suicide, Brandon OD'd and died, what the hell is going on, the cruelest dream, reality//

He loved the sight of blood, he thought it looked absolutely beautiful. Running down his arm and dripping to the floor, a deep crimson colour. It seemed almost sexual. His body stretching even though he kept his mouth locked over the wound until he felt the need to pull away and continue the deed.

The knife dropped to the floor a minute later, the young teen's body beside it............

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//Chances thrown

Nothing's free//

"He maketh me lie down in green pastures. He leadeth me beside still waters........." The preacher droned on but no one was really listening. The sounds of wailing filled the cemetery grounds. Seto stood beside Yami and Mokuba, comforting his boyfriend and trying to suppress his own tears. He wasn't succeeding. Anzu had buried her head in Mai's shirt and was sobbing. Shizuka's arms were wrapped around Jounouchi's neck and Honda also held onto his arm. Even Yami Bakura's eyes were wet. Malik himself was standing behind everyone, letting tears stream down his face. Eventually the funeral ended and everyone passed by the blonde Egyptian. Otogi laid a hand on his shoulder.

"At least now he's with his jiisan," he said as he walked by.

//Longing for what used to be

Still it's hard, hard to see//

Malik stood by the grave long after the sunset and the moon rose, staring at the letters engraved on the tombstone, his tears long spent. This was all his fault, he knew it, but he also pushed some of the blame onto the others for what they had done to his smaller lover before. If only Yugi hadn't let darkness take his heart......if only he hadn't have had to go back to Egypt to help Isis.........

"If" and "only" were two small words. Words which kept repeating themselves again and again in Malik's thoughts. It had only been a week since he had received the urgent e-mail from Seto, asking him that if he still cared he'd come back for the small teen's funeral. Both Seto and Yami had found his body in the room when he'd failed to come downstairs for school, lying in a pool of his own blood.

"I know you'd forgotten about me. So much for love," the so-familiar voice hissed behind him, filled with pure venom, pure hatred. Malik whirled around, but found no one there. "And now that my spirit wanders the earth, I'll haunt you like the bastard I am. I'll haunt you until it becomes too much for you, until you're insane. It's your fault, you know. It's your fault I'm dead." The Egyptian turned again, violet eyes widening at the sight that was presented to him. Yugi's spirit laughed before it vanished, the maniacal sound filling the quiet cemetery, leaving Malik alone, the cold wind ruffling around him and scattering the leaves.

//Fragile lives

Shattered dreams//

OWARI......? Or do you think I should turn this into a series? You decide.

[1] This is my life last year on the 20th of September. I really wanted to kill myself :3 This is what happens when you're tormented all your life

End Musings: Evil Yugi...... *shivers* How'd you guys like that? Did it please you? Anou, I thought it was a little sappy, but I've already got thoughts in mind if you guys think I should turn it into a series. I like turning good guys evil, it's one of the fanfictions-verses I write best. Notice that the second-last paragraph held a line from the Rocky Horror Picture Show? ^-^ I luv that movie, I even did a project on it with my friend the Joker of Wonderland for grade 8 music class......we never did get it back *sweat-drops* Anywho, drop me a line, please. I want e-mail *holds up her Acarna* You'll do it for Elias-chan, won't you? Look at those widdle puppy eyes ^-^