Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Sometimes you can't have everything ❯ Something ends ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: Something ends

 

To say that the high priest Seth was angry was rough underestimating of the fact. To say he was pissed off beyond god's imagination was better. Not much, but still better. The result of healers was clear. The pharaoh was incredibly exhausted and needed lots of rest. That was making Seth even more pissed. First, he didn't notice that his pharaoh overworking himself again. (This was a third case when he collapsed from exhaustion since he became the pharaoh). Second, he was forced to take care of pharaoh usual work PLUS his own in the temple. Third, that day was ruined anyway.

Seth stormed into his chambers and looked around. It was a common knowledge that in the high priest library was a natural mess. Scrolls were lying everywhere and it didn't matter if it was on the floor, table or a windowsill. The interesting thing was that only a small amount of scrolls was in shelves where they belonged. Though it sounded impossible this fact made Seth even angrier. His inner psychiatrist told him that it was a time to find someone to cool down on. The high priest evilly smirked when he thought about a bunch of priests who deserved to be yelled on just because they existed.

The path to the great temple was empty. Every living creature noticed the high priest mood and made sure that they are as far away form him as possible. Seth cursed under his breath. While throwing nasty looks at the statues of gods he found one of the acolytes. With a nod of his head Seth ordered him to follow him. The young man obeyed and cursed his bad luck in his mind. He knew as well as the rest of the temple how unbearable person is the high priest when he is angry.

With a few firm orders Seth let the acolyte to work on something completely different from what he was doing before and walked to the temple library. With a loud crash he opened the door and stunned when he heard a familiar voice.

“Shit!”

Seth blinked and blinked again. Right in front of him was standing young boy with golden hair and deep brown eyes. The high priest sharply inhaled to cool himself down. Oh Ra, how well he knew this boy.

“What are you doing here?” Seth's voice was like a calm wind … before the storm of millennium. The blonde servant looked up and deeply sighed. Seth could feel his blood starting to boil. How dare he…

“Well, it looks to me like a delivering things for temple!” The blonde answered patiently. Like a teacher to an idiot. Seth clenched his jaw and his eyes narrowed.

“I got that part! But I was wondering what are YOU doing here? Your master knows how much I can't stand you!” the look at the blonde face was clearly showing that his feelings for the blue-eyed priest are completely same. For some reason it pissed Seth off even more.

“So?”

“I lost!” was heard the murmured answer from the blond. Seth blinked.

“What?”

“I said `I lost'. We were drawing lots and I lost. That's why I had to go here.”

“Do you honestly think I will believe something so stupid? Do you think I'm an idiot?” the servant's expression told the high priest what the blond thought about him. Seth snapped not only from the stress he felt for the last days but even from this impertinent boy who seemed to haunt him like a nightmare.

“YOU…” his voice was interrupter by a palace servant.

“High priest! The pharaoh woke up and is calling for you.”

Seth gave the blond one last look and rushed from the temple. When he disappeared the boy sighed in relieve.

“That was close. Jeez, Jou, you should really started think before you say something to the high priest.” Jounouchi's expression darkened when he answered to himself. “Even when he is a jerk and pain in my ass.”

 

In the bed chamber of the great ruler of Egypt was silence and in the air could be smelled light traces of incense. The pharaoh himself was lying on silk sheds still sleeping. It was second morning after he faint into arms of his high priest. Previous day the army of healers were making fuss around him until Seth kicked them out and forced them to let pharaoh rest.

If anybody was at the room right now that person could watch the pharaoh's chest slowly raising and falling with the rhythm of his breath. The former ruler of Egypt was looking so peacefully, it was almost breathtaking. His mind was everything but peaceful. Inside of feverish dreams, Yami was trying to find his way back to reality. It was harder than it looks. Though his body was unmoving the pharaoh mind was swirling in the whirl of confused and mixed feelings. The strange visions were tormenting Yami and didn't let him to rest. For the first time in his life the pharaoh was scared.

As a pharaoh he was able to recognize visions sent him from his gods. He could almost physically feel the danger and sorrow floating through them. Yami needed to brace himself to understand what his gods were telling him. But the path of god isn't the path of mortal. The young pharaoh didn't understand. Everything only left confusion in his own heart. He wished he would never feel this sorrow like in those visions. With a snap Yami opened his eyes and woke up. The return from dreaming to the living world was painful and he couldn't stop a cry full of pain. Immediately in his room appeared servants to find out what was wrong with their pharaoh. Some healers tried to check his condition but Yami didn't let them.

“Call … for … Seth. Now!” somehow he managed to get from his dry throat. One of the healers tried to protest but one look of Yami's bloody red eyes stopped him. When they sent a servant for the high priest the pharaoh calmed down a little. It wasn't easy because in his chest was shooting sharp pain forcing him to breathe in short impulses. Yami refused to let the healers to look after him. He wanted the pain to stop but he needed Seth as well. Before he take some painkillers and forget everything about his visions he needed to talk to Seth. That was something what happened to him when he was fourteen and had his first vision. He let a healer to made him drank something against the pain and because of it he forget what was the vision about. The only thing left was a feeling of importance. Since then he first talked to Seth before letting the healers doing anything. Yami had to force himself to stay awake. Everything around him was blurring and it took too much to focus at anything. From a big distance he heard Seth's voice. Hurry up, Seth. I can slip into unconscious in every moment. Yelled Yami at Seth in his mind.

“Out of my way, damn it!” Seth tossed away another healer who was too persistent to move from the pharaoh. Only one look was needed for the high priest to know what truly happened. “Everyone out and now!” the power of that order forced all healers and servants to run from the room. Seth grabbed Yami and made him to look at him.

“Yami, what did you see?! Come on, pharaoh!”

Yami's head was spinning. He didn't have much time before he falls unconscious again. With the rest of his strength the pharaoh whispered into the ears of his high priest and friend.

“There is darkness near to us. It's hurting me and causing me pain. But the gods sent a light. My little light. It's shining and illuminating the right path. But we have to …” Yami's voice traced off when he felt unconscious again. Seth was looking at his pharaoh and didn't understand anything.

“We have to what?” It was useless to ask his friend couldn't hear him. In the priest's mind was something else. `My little light'? What did he mean by this?

 

Yugi couldn't pretend anymore. Now, when he wasn't his usual cheerful self, one would think that the bullies would let him alone. Unfortunately, no. It almost looked like they were tormenting him more and more. It wasn't day when Yugi wouldn't tend bruises and cuts on his body. Every night he was going to sleep with pain and every morning he was waking up with the very same pain or maybe worse. The worst thing was that his grandfather wasn't here to cheer him up anymore. One week ago he was taken into hospital his condition rapidly getting worse. Most of the day the small boy was crying. He wasn't able to focus on anything. It didn't matter if it was at school or at home. The teachers understood. The classmates didn't.

After his parents death Yugi didn't think his life could get worse. He was mistaken. Deeply mistaken. Everything in his small and fragile body hurt and Yugi didn't know how to stop it. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to stop the pain or people who cause it. The events of last week turned into strange mix without beginning or end. He was taking to school wrong books and forgetting what day was. Few times happened to him that he came back from school and go to the shop to ask grandfather what would he like for dinner. Yugi was lost and he didn't see any way how to snap from this lethargy.

Now he was sitting on bed in his room where was unnatural silence. Everything he was doing was staring at opposite wall and thinking about nothing. The silence and cold in the room was nothing compare to the feeling inside of him. That incredible loneliness and emptiness was almost crushing him with their unreal weight. Few days ago he dared to hope. Not anymore. This evening he was called by hospital. His grandfather was on his way to death. The doctor who was talking with him said that there was no chance for him to be better. He suggested him to visit the old man tomorrow.
But I can't. I just can go to see him like that. Why, grandpa? Why do you have to die? I don't want to be alone. Please, if there is any god or anyone who can hear me. Please, help me.

Yugi buried his face into his knees and started crying. It seemed that it was the only thing he could do. Never before he felt so helpless. Never before he felt so scared of being alone. And he will be alone after his grandfather die. In deep depression Yugi fell asleep.

 

Jounouchi walked slowly through the streets of Thebes deep in his thoughts and depression. Everything what happened that day was turned to be bad and the fact he met the high priest was a real nightmare. That man had incredible ability to piss him off. Jou didn't know how he was doing it. Probably a natural talent. He thought dryly and angrily kicked into stone lying on the ground.

The confusion inside of him was annoying. The high priest was making him angry every time when he saw him but yet Jou felt drawn to his blue eyes. Jou was more than sure that the jerk didn't even know his name and for some reason it made him sad and angry.

The young boy looked at the setting sun for a moment. There was a lot of time and he didn't want to return back to his room and wait for his orders. Instead of that he decided to take a walk through the alleys.

 

The class was almost over. Yugi was sitting behind his desk and didn't even try to pretend attention to the teacher. It just seemed to be good for nothing. Not to mention the fact that his mind wasn't able to focus on anything else than his grandfather. The small boy was sure that the doctors were taking a good care of the old man but despite that he felt unsure. Like something should happened soon. For him it wasn't completely clear if that feeling was good or bad. For some reason Yugi could feel it from everywhere. Something was about to change. He knew that change would be drastic. It was something what would shake his world from the basic.

The question was if it was for good or bad. He wasn't afraid of changes but he didn't want them so much either. There was something in his mind, plaguing him and forcing his to focus on things he didn't know. The bad condition of his grandfather was the only thing why Yugi didn't break down from the inner pressure. The inner conflict seemed to be easier when he remembered the old man lying in the hospital bed without move. Yugi only needed to persuade his mind that other events are more important. But slowly he was loosing this fight. As if his mind was trying to drag him in every possible direction. Forcing the memory at his grandfather to fade away. Some part of Yugi wanted to give up but the amethyst eyed teen stubbornly refused.

What is wrong with me? How can I stop thinking about grandpa? He is the only thing left here for me. If I forgot him I would be all alone for real. As long as I thing about him and keep him in my mind he is with me, right? He wouldn't truly disappear.

Only ten minutes till the class end. The doors into the class opened and a young assistant walked in. She said a few words to the teacher and looked at Yugi.

“Mr. Motou, you need to go to principal's office. Now!”

Confused Yugi raised form his place and followed the woman to the office. He didn't understand why. His grades were one of the best in the year. There was no reason for him to go to principal. In his mind started growing worry. He wasn't sure what happened but if he was about to talk to principal it couldn't be anything good. The assistant knocked at the door and let Yugi in.

Yugi hold his breath when he stood in front of principal's desk. The man behind had bored expression, which he tried hide behind mask of sadness.

“Mr. Motou! The hospital just called to us because of your grandfather.” That monotones voice paused for a moment and Yugi looked up. “He didn't wake up from coma and moment ago he died. I'm sorry for such bad news.”

Yugi didn't understand. What is he talking about? He can't be talking about my grandpa! He said it so easily, as if it was nothing important. It can't be true. Just can't be! He can't talk about grandpa like that. IT'S NOT TRUE!!!

“Mr. Motou! Where are you …”

Yugi didn't listen anymore. In one brief moment he snapped. There was nothing he wanted to hear. He just wanted to run. To run away from this craziness. Away from that stupid man who announced his grandfather's death so easily, so bored. There was nothing to left. Not for him.

He didn't know how long he was running through the streets of Domino city. He didn't care. He didn't care anymore. Tears were freely falling from his amethyst eyes. All the pain he was hiding inside for so very long got out in one wave of suffering. There was nothing he could do and it was hurting him more that anything else. The feeling of despair and helpless. Yugi wanted to die. Just disappear and forget everything.

This is not true!

The colours, people and everything around him were mixing in some crazy paint he couldn't understand. He didn't care about it.
This is not true!

He could almost see memories when he thought he was happy. When his parents were still alive. When his life wasn't a living hell. When he thought that there is some sense in what was going on.

This is not true!

Gone. Everything was gone. Nothing left. He was alone and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't stand it. He hated when he couldn't do anything. He hated when he was in pain.

THIS ISN'T TRUE!!”

Yugi was running. Without any sense. Just running. Like a wounded animal. Like a broken child. When his legs finally stopped working and he fell on the ground exhausted almost to death he was still crying. There was nothing he could do and that was his reason for crying. Even if he ran to the end of the world the pain wouldn't disappear. It would be still there no matter what.

Minutes passed and he didn't get up. Why? There was nobody who would care if he died there or not. Nobody except…

“Well, if it isn't little midget Motou!”

Ushio!

But this time it didn't matter. Not anymore. If Ushio kill him, he will be free from everything. So, what's the problem?

“Hey, I'm talking to you!”

Yugi didn't answer. There was no reason for it. Or at least he didn't see any. If he answers he will be beat up. If he doesn't answer he will be beat up too. Yugi didn't even look up at the greatest bully in the city. He didn't even feel the first of many punches. The pain in his heart was far more worse. When they finally left him Yugi didn't bother to get up. For what? For who? From a distance he heard voices of Ushio and his gang who decided to return and obviously finish him off. Yugi closed his eyes. If he dies he will see grandpa.

My light. My beautiful light, come to me!

Yugi's eyes opened and he blinked. He could hear that voice so clearly. So seductively rich and calming. He knew that the voice was talking to him but there was nobody around. Ushio and his gang were still away and it would take them a few minutes to get there.

Come to me, light of my soul! Please, come to me!

That voice was so calming. It was radiant with darkness and hidden power but it made Yugi forget everything what happened in last few weeks. In the deep in his soul awakened longing for this voice. For the protection it was reaching to him.

Beautiful light. I need you. Please, come to me!

It hurt to walk but it didn't matter. In Yugi was only desire to find the voice. Even if that meant to embrace darkness he wanted to find the one who talked to him. Come to him and stay with him. When he heard that voice he didn't feel alone.

There was a pole in front of him. In his state of half conscious he could see the place where two realities were touching each other. Without a second thought about it he walked in. There was feeling of fall and then only darkness.