Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Yearbook ❯ Yearbook ( One-Shot )

TITLE: Yearbook

SERIES: YuGiOu

AUTHOR: Dark Elf a.k.a Kitty Romanova

PLOT BUNNY: A little angsty Yami/Yuugi fic done to the song "Yearbook" by Hanson *sweatdrops* I don't think it really has any plot bunny.........

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything here. I only own the fic, nothing more.

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- Yami's P.O.V -

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I'm shaken out of my thoughts when Bakura places a hand on my shoulder and I look back at the white-haired thief, surprised by the sorrow look in his eyes that he wouldn't let show on his face. Since coming out that he was in love with Ryou, Bakura hasn't been such a bad guy. "Ready, Pharaoh?" he asks, smirking a little just for the sake of it. Nodding and telling him to go with Marik to set up without me, I continue to stare at the back of the stage, still thinking things through. It's been a year now......a year since I got my own body. I was so caught up in the attention that myself and all of our friends didn't know just who we were pushing away.

I push myself away from those thoughts, finding it hard to considering what Bakura, Marik and I were about to do. Walking onto the stage, just as the principal was finishing his speech about the school's "terrible loss", I pick up my guitar, looking back at the other two yamis before looking out at the crowd of students and family friends, spotting several of the others. Jou and Mokuba were being comforted by Seto - the blue-eyed CEO trying desperately to hold his own tears back but not succeeding. Miho had her face buried in Tristan's chest, Ryou and Malik holding onto Isis for comfort. Grandfather just stood on his own, looking on with teary eyes. I don't think there hasn't been a day the elderly Mutou cried for him. Looks like Anzu didn't bother to show up. So much for friendship.

I look back at the others again and nod my head. Marik starts a slow, lonely tune on the keyboard closely followed by Bakura's soft drumming and tingling of the cymbals. I start my part with my guitar, beginning to sing the lyrics Ryou had written for this particular day.

"Dear Tristan, see you in September

Hope that you remember me next year

Hey, Jou, you've been a great friend to me

I hope that I'll still see you around here"

"Cause I'm lookin' through the yearbook and I find that empty space

There's a name without a picture but I can't forget his face"

I'm joined by the others for the chorus.

"Tell me where did he go? I wanna know

Where did Yuugi go?

It says "picture unavailable" right here

More than sad, it makes me mad to know somebody knows

There's lyin' in your silence, tell me where did Yuugi go?"

Once again, my voice is alone. Like I will always be for my stupid mistake.

"Poor Miho, she won't even speak his name

None of us will ever be the same

It's quiet in the halls but I hear echoing off the walls

Rumors of Yuugi's mystery"

"Cause I'm lookin' through the yearbook and I find that empty space

There's a name without a picture but I can't forget his face"

"Tell me where did he go? I wanna know

Where did Yuugi go?

It says "picture unavailable" right here

More than sad, it makes me mad to know somebody knows

There's lyin' in your silence, tell me where did Yuugi go?"

There's a small solo before I'm joined by the other two yami's again.

"Ohh, there's lyin' in your silence

Tell me where did Yuugi go?

Ohh, there's lyin' in your silence

Tell me where did Yuugi go?"

Again, I'm alone. 'I'm so sorry, aibou.'

"Sometimes I think I hear him callin' out my name

Sometimes I wonder if maybe we're to blame

It's been a year now and a lot of things have changed

But I keep thinkin' about Yuugi, I keep turnin' to that page"

By now, I think the others are singing along but I'm not paying attention.

"Where did he go? I wanna know, where did he go?

Ohh, there's lyin' in your silence

Tell me where did Yuugi go?

Ohh, there's lyin' in your silence

Tell me where did Yuugi go?

Ohh, there's lyin' in your silence

Tell me where did Yuugi go?"

Nobody bothers to applause but I know Ryou's song caught everyone's heart. Placing my guitar on its stand, I walk over to the casket, a rose in my right hand. Slowly I place it above his heart.

His heart that no longer beats.

The slits on his wrists and throat are still visible, even amongst the pale, dead skin.

I lean down to kiss his blue lips.

"I'll be with you soon, aibou," I whisper, brushing the golden bangs away from his pale face. "Wait for me, please."

Owari.........