Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ See Me ❯ One-Shot

With apologies to Christina Rossetti.

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The bathroom was dark. He'd turned the lights off. He didn't want to see what he was doing.

It hurt at first. But he made himself stop thinking about it, and the throbbing pain slowly receded. I wonder...

I wonder what it tastes like?

With a nervous giggle, he pressed trembling fingers to his wrist. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he could make out the red--it was red, just like that time--

No. NO. He squeezed his eyes shut and thrust one finger into his mouth.

Coppery. Curiosity sated.

Yuugi shuddered.

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When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me.
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It was silent outside the bathroom stall's door. He listened for sounds, and noticed nothing. He wondered idly if anyone even knew he was here. Perhaps he was alone in the entire building. School had been over for hours.

He had had to work up his nerve first. It wasn't as easy, or painless, as he'd imagined. And it was taking so long... He wished suddenly he'd just done it the simple way and OD'd on something.

Of course, this way, someone got to discover the state of the bathroom in the morning. His body slumped against the wall, with half-dried blood running all over the floor... It would be like a scene out of a horror movie.

Maybe his ghost would haunt the school.

He giggled again.

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Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree.
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He was starting to feel a bit faint. He didn't think he'd been sitting there very long. Maybe he was wrong.

He shifted his weight, still sitting against the cold stone wall of the bathroom, and smiled ruefully. He'd half allowed himself to hope, at the first, that somebody would be looking for him. Maybe a teacher would've wanted to talk to him about his grades or something.

Mom was probably at home strung out on whatever. He should've used her sleeping pills. He wouldn't have had to sit here, and wait, and hope.

It gave him a chance to get his thoughts in order, at least. Kind of.

Iijima and Fukayama. Heartless bastards. If I'm a ghost, I'm gonna haunt them.

Outani-sensei. Always ignored me. Was my artwork really that bad, Outani-sensei?

Mom. I don't think she likes me. Gods know, she's out of her mind, but she always makes a point of treating me like I'm not there.

Mazaki. She's... she's okay.

He stopped thinking. He didn't really have anything to think about, anyway.

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Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet.
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He was tired.

So fucking tired of being the outcast. The weird little kid that everybody hated.

Why do you hate me so much? I tried to please you... All of you... Why?

Why won't you...see me?

I don't care... I don't care about you, just leave me alone... I don't care...

Nothing matters anymore.

Please... just let me go away from all this shit. Please.

He was going to die.

See me...

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And if thou wilt, remember.
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Not like this.

Gods, NOT LIKE THIS!!

"Yuugi...! Yuugi!"

His face was pressed into the cold floor and he was sobbing. The concrete hurt. His eyes stung. He could feel that throbbing again, and it made him want to throw up.

See me...

GODS. Why does it have to BE like this!? Why is it all...

"Yuugi!"

WHY!?

"Mutou Yuugi...!!" Someone was shaking his shoulders.

"Who..." His speech was slurred slightly as he turned over onto his side, gazing up into the darkness.

The lights clicked on all of a sudden. He squinted and saw pretty brown hair, and blue-green eyes that seemed to be filling with tears. Absently he noticed that the hand gripping his shoulder was trembling.

"Yuugi... oh my god... We have to get you to the hospital."

He giggled again. He could feel the wetness trickling down his own cheeks as someone else walked over and helped pick him up.

"Mazaki..." He couldn't stop laughing.

"Mazaki. You found me."

She watched him with wide eyes.

"You found me." He could taste the salt and copper on his tongue as he giggled.

It all seemed so fucking funny now.

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And if thou wilt, forget.
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