Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ To Know Who You Are ❯ Chapter 18

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Chapter Eighteen

 

Bakura stood looking at Yami wishing that those crimson orbs would open and reveal themselves. Why did everything have to have a sad or tragic ending? Why was life so cruel to the Pharaoh? Why could none of them ever seem to get away from the tragedy of the world?

 

He lowered his head as more tears fell from his eyes. He looked over when he felt someone take his hand and squeeze. Ryou looked up at his yami and squeezed his hand again as if to comfort him.

 

Bakura gave a very small sad smile as he looked into worried chocolate eyes. Ryou was always there for him and he knew his hikari would help him through this the best he could.

 

There was not a dry eye in the room as everyone looked at Yami wishing that he would come back to them. The dead were not supposed to return and Yami returning and leaving again seemed to have a heart breaking effect on everyone.

 

Mokuba walked up to his brother but just stood looking at him and never offered to comfort him. What could he do?

 

Nothing he could say or do would bring Yami back to them. His brother would go back to being the distant person he was before Yami came into his life.

 

He loved Yami not only for the person he was but how he had changed Seto from being so cold hearted to someone who was enjoyable to be around again. Yami had brought out the old Seto that he had once known so very long ago.

 

Mokuba went back to stand by Jou, Anzu and Honda. They too had tears in their eyes. He knew that life was never the same after Yami had died two years ago, but this time he knew that life was going to be hard on them all again. Maybe even beyond repair for some. He looked at his brother who sat broken on the floor and more tears fell from his grey eyes.

 

His brother was probably the worst of them all. He knew his brother wouldn't want to live without Yami. Could he live without Yami? Mokuba looked at Seto as the answer came to him.

 

No.

 

The room was silent all except for the sound of the sobs that seemed to never end. No one could speak they were all too upset to even say a word. Even if they could speak what could they say, there were no words to be offered in a time like this.

 

Then all of a sudden the silence was broken by a horrible cry. Everyone turned to see Seto clutching so tight to Yami's hand that his knuckles were turning white.

 

“No…please Yami I can't stand the thought of never being with you again. I can't go on like this.” Seto sobbed out.

 

He took one last lingering look at Yami before he stood and made his way briskly out of the room l the door closed silently behind him.

 

Everyone looked at each other and Mokuba began to walk out after his brother only to be grabbed by the arm and held back.

 

He turned to see who was holding him from being at his brothers' side. He turned to look into sad chocolate eyes. Bakura nodded his head as he looked at Mokuba.

 

“It would be best to leave him alone for a while.” Bakura said in a low voice.

 

“No it wouldn't Seto is not one to take lightly after something like this has happened.” Mokuba said as his eyes filled with tears.

 

Bakura looked at Mokuba and understood quickly what he had meant by that statement.

 

“Then stay here and I will go check on him for you.” Bakura said as he let go of Mokuba's arm and walked out of the room to follow Seto.

 

Seto walked into the men's room and leaned against the sink. He looked in the mirror and saw the dark circles under his eyes and that he was as pale as death. He ran some warm water and splashed it in his face as he tried to get the image of Yami lying in the bed with the shade of blue out of his mind.

 

He tried to think of anything that would take his mind off the image of how his love had looked. He closed his eyes and an image of Yami standing in the field of flowers came to mind. He had a smile on his face as he stood in his white leather that really brought out his tan. He waved as his smile grew bigger.

 

By the gods he was gorgeous.

 

Seto watched as Yami ran toward him and soon they were in each others arms. Yami looked at Seto with crimson eyes as he gave him a chaste kiss.

 

“I love you. Never let me go.” Yami whispered.

 

“I won't my love.” Seto whispered as he buried his face into Yami's hair.

 

The scent of cinnamon and exotic spices filled his senses. It was Yami's smell. He could never get enough of his loves scent. It always made him feel so relaxed and at peace.

 

Then suddenly the image shifted and Seto was looking into the sad and frightened face of his love.

 

They were back in the park with Yami halfway in the lake holding onto the ice for dear life. Seto grabbed onto him and was holding as tight as he could and trying to pull his love to safety.

 

“Please Seto…please help me.” Yami said as his voice broke.

 

“I will…just hold on love.” Seto pleaded.

 

Yami nodded.

 

Then suddenly Yami was ripped from Seto's grasp and fell into the freezing water.

 

Seto's eyes shot open as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He couldn't handle being plagued by the image of Yami dying over and over again. He still had the image of him being hit by the car etched in his mind and couldn't handle another bad image of Yami.

 

He was hurt, alone and angry. He had been too weak to save his love and had lost him twice. Seto continued to look at his reflection and the more he looked at it the more he despised himself. He drew back his fist and punched the mirror sending shards of glass every where.

 

He held his hand as he looked at all the blood that was covering it. It matched the crimson in Yami's eyes. He looked down and saw a very jagged piece of glass and slowly picked it out of the sink.

 

He stared at it and seemed to be in a trance as he held the glass in his right hand. If he couldn't have Yami in the world of the living then he would join him in death.

 

He knew death wasn't the answer, but it seemed to be the only choice. Both Yugi and Mokuba could look after their selves and he and Yami could be together.

 

He knew he had thought earlier that death was not the answer, but the depression and loss he was feeling was too much for him to handle. This was the only way to rid himself of his thoughts and pain.

 

He was tired of living his life trying to make everyone else happy even though he was miserable. He would take control of his destiny now and if that meant dying to be with who he truly loved then that is how it had to be.

 

He had the glass to his wrist and was about to end it all when the bathroom door open.

 

Suddenly Seto was knocked to the ground and the glass was ripped out of his hand.

 

“What in the seven hells do you think you are doing Priest?!” Bakura exclaimed as he looked into hazed sapphire eyes.

 

Seto didn't answer as he looked at all the blood that was on his hands. Why was he always interrupted when he was doing something important?

 

“Why were you going to do that?” Bakura asked as he looked intently at Seto.

 

“I…I wanted to be reunited with Yami.” Seto whispered as he looked at the thief.

 

Bakura shook his head as he looked at Seto with sad mournful eyes. He helped Seto sit up and looked at his hand and saw that the blood was covering the wounds so he couldn't see how bad they were.

 

“Stay here and don't move or think about doing something stupid.” Bakura said as he stood and walked to the door.

 

He opened the door to make sure the coast was clear and once it was he made his way into a room and got some saline, bandages and antibiotic ointment. He walked out of the room after making sure no one was looking and back into the bathroom.

 

Seto was still sitting there leaning up against a stall when he walked in and knelt down beside the Priest. He opened the saline and carefully took Seto's hand.

 

“I am not going to lie this will hurt like hell.” Bakura said as he looked into sapphire eyes.

 

Seto nodded as he waited for the pain to come.

 

Bakura squeezed the bottle and the liquid poured onto Seto's hand to clear some of the blood until he was able to see the cuts better. They didn't seem deep enough to need stitches which were a good thing. He then squeezed the bottle harder as the saline cleaned the cuts.

 

Seto clenched his eyes shut and bit his bottom lip until Bakura was done with the torture. After the whole bottle was empty Bakura dried Seto's hand with a paper towel and then applied the ointment and carefully wrapped his hand.

 

Bakura sat back against the stall and watched as Seto looked down at his hand. He could see the hurt and pain in Seto's eyes and knew those feelings all too well.

 

After moments of complete silence Seto spoke.

 

“What am I going to do?”

 

Bakura looked over at Seto and saw that he wasn't even looking at him, but down and the floor. How was he supposed to answer that when he didn't even know what he was going to do?

 

Bakura cleared his throat as he looked at Seto with concerned chocolate eyes.

 

“Move on the best you can. I know you will never forget Yami, but you have to learn to except his death.” Bakura said wishing he could take his own advice.

 

Seto didn't say anything as he only closed his eyes. He thought of what he would have done if Bakura hadn't entered the bathroom and interrupted him. It would have been a stupid mistake that he couldn't take back if he had gone through with it.

 

“But that is going to be hard to do.” Seto finally said as he looked at Bakura.

 

“I know, but it is the only way. Remember his life and don't let his death weigh you down. We did everything we could to save him.”

 

“I said I hated him.”

 

“I am sure he has forgiven you. Shit look at all the stuff I have put him through and he still forgave me.” Bakura offered a small smile.

 

Seto smiled back. He knew Yami had forgiven him, but that didn't help that fact that Yami was gone and never coming back.

 

Bakura stood and offered Seto his hand. “Come on let's go to the waiting room or anywhere as long as we get out of this bathroom.”

 

Seto took the hand he was offered and with the help of Bakura stood up and followed him out of the bathroom.

 

They both walked down the hall and Bakura was about to head into one of the waiting rooms when Seto spoke.

 

“I think I would rather go into Yami's room and see him one last time before we all leave.”

 

Bakura looked over at Seto and nodded.

 

They walked down the hall toward Yami's room, but Seto stopped outside of the door and turned to Bakura.

 

“Please…don't tell Mokuba….or anybody what I was about to do.” Seto said with pleading sapphire eyes.

 

Bakura looked at him and gave a small nod. “Priest I will not say a word what was seen and said will remain between us.”

 

Seto gave a small smile as he opened the door and walked into the room he dreaded heading back into, but knew he would never forgive himself if he didn't tell Yami good-bye.

 

Every looked at the two as they walked into the room and Mokuba was the first to notice Seto's hand.

 

“Oh my gods…Seto what happened?” Mokuba said as he walked up and took Seto's hand gently in his.

 

“I …um…got upset and hit the mirror.” Seto answered in a low tome.

 

Mokuba looked from Seto to Bakura who nodded his head. He turned to look back at his brother and saw that he was looking at Yami.

 

Yugi was still lying with his head buried in Yami's hair and a small sniff was the only sound that he had made. Seto thought that he was probably asleep from pure exhaustion.

 

“Go…say your good-byes to him Priest and take your time we are in no rush.” Bakura laid a hand on Seto's shoulder as he looked at the CEO.

 

Seto looked from Bakura to Yami and slowly walked over and sat down on the chair and took Yami's hand in his. He leaned over and gave Yami a small kiss on the lips and squeezed his hand.

 

“I will always love you and never forget you. You have changed me in a way no other has and I will always be grateful for that.” Seto whispered as he moved away from Yami's lips.

 

“I will always remember you. You were my one true love.” Seto laid his head on Yami's shoulder.

 

“Maybe we can be together in another life.”

 

Everyone heard the quiet words Seto spoke and stood looking at Yugi, Yami and Seto. Bakura wiped the tears from his eyes as he turned to look away from the painful scene

 

Unbeknown to any of them two figures stood by the window. One was wearing white leather while the other was wearing Ancient Egyptian robes. They said nothing as they watched everyone in the room with somber faces and sad eyes.

 

Tbc….