Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tell Everybody I'm On My Way ❯ Discovery ( Chapter 2 )

Yami got home late that night, having been off at a late movie with the gang. He was a bit confused when the shop came in sight and all lights were off, the `Open' sign still in the window but the door locked. He entered through the back, fully expecting to find his hikari waiting impatiently in the living room. When he wasn't there, Yami assumed that Yugi had gone to bed. He opened the door, saw that there was nobody in the bed, and was surprised to find the lights off, except for the desk light. It alone was lit, casting a brilliant circle of light on an envelope. Yami it said on the front. Yami was beginning to feel worried. Where was Yugi? He tried to reach out with Shadow Magic, but found that there was none inside him. This meant that the Puzzle had been taken. A feeling of sick dread filled him as he searched the room. A good amount of Yugi's clothes were gone, and his deck. Shaking in fear, Yami sat down at the desk and opened the envelope. Visions of a ransom note filled his mind, but were cast out on the winds at the first words on the page.

Yami,

Goodbye, and good riddance. Since you showed up, I've been dumped up on a shelf, and nobody pays any attention to me. You've stolen my friends, claimed everything that I had as your own. It was as if I didn't even exist to you anymore. Well, this must be a wish come true for you then, because I won't be tagging along anymore. I've got the Puzzle, so you can't find me. I'm leaving. Here's a warning: if you try to get Bakura to trace the Puzzle so you can find me, I'll destroy it. You know what that means, don't you? You'll be destroyed along with it. Not that that would be a bad thing. I'm the only one who can rebuild it, so you certainly wouldn't be coming back. You just carry on doing what you do so well, living a stolen life. Maybe I'll come back, but if I do, it'll only be to dance on your grave. I'm done living in the shadow of my so-called `guardian'. I'm not a child, and I don't need a babysitter. I'm gone.

-Yugi

“No. No. NO!” Yami cried. This was a joke, it had to be! He ran downstairs and grabbed the phone, dialing numbers in a panic. Within half an hour, the gang was assembled in the Mutou living room. The letter was passed from hand to hand, read and reread until each one of them knew what had happened. “Bakura! Try to find him!” Yami begged.

“And get yourself killed? Don't do it `Kura.” Ryou snapped.

“PLEASE! I have to find him!”

“Ryou doesn't want me to.”

“I don't care if I get destroyed! Yugi can take a grindstone to the Puzzle, for all I care! I have to know!”

“It's a good reason Ryou.” Bakura said, and a soft glow surrounded him. Then, a very familiar and very angry voice echoed around the room.

“Apparently, you weren't paying attention to my warning. I'll let you go this time Yami, but not again. I don't want to be found! Here's a little reminder. I hope it hits my point home.” All at once, four bolts of brilliant purple light blasted out of the Ring, slamming into Ryou, Marik, Malik, and Yami. They went rigid, mouths open in silent screams as pain coursed through them. The same thing happened to Bakura, only worse, as he was in physical contact with the Ring. The other members of the group could only watch, helpless, as their friends were hurt.

After an eternal five minutes, the five young men collapsed, sobbing in pain and fright.

“Guys? What was that?” Tristan asked.

“It was Yugi.” Marik whimpered. “He did it.”

“Yugi did that?” Joey asked disbelievingly.

“Do you know anyone else who has any connection with Shadow Magic?” Malik countered, struggling to his feet and trying to pull Marik up. He wobbled, and Joey darted over to prevent the two falling over again.

“But, that means we're neva gonna see `im again.” Joey said, lugging Marik to an armchair.

“If that's what he really wants, then maybe we shouldn't try to find him. He could have killed you boys just now, and I'll bet he will next time.” Mai commented. Yami curled up in a tiny ball of misery, shaking.

What have I done? He thought. Tears rolled down his cheeks as rain began to fall outside. What have I done?