Okay. I have died and gone to review heaven. Pinch me, I'm dreaming. I think I'm going to faint now…*faints*.

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3 hours later…

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I'm back, and ready to write! Yes, I did mean SARS, but I'm an idiot, so yeah….

Gomen! I didn't mean to wait so long before updating!!!

And, uh, this is going to be a rather random chapter…. just the character's thoughts.

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Invisible

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Hello again. I am in class right now, art to be exact. No one will notice that I am writing in you…not like they notice me anyway, right? Dry humor. How becoming of me.

Does being invisible make one sarcastic? Most likely.

Oh well, I love art. Besides you, it is the only other thing where I can pour my emotions. Well, that and music.

I'm not much of a singer, but I'll get back to that later.

But last night…last night…Yami had tried to enter my room. The word of today is tried. He did not enter my room, no; he stepped inside and then ran like a bat out of Hell. Of course, why would he even want to enter my room? I'm just a pathetic, worthless, invisible individual.

Oh look. Jou is trying to impress Kaiba, but I don't think it's working…especially since he has red paint in his hair…one would think that Jou would hate the CEO, not be in love with him.

And Seto is interested in Jou…and he knows Jou likes him…but why won't he act upon his feelings?

Ra knows I would…if my Love knew I existed. It's those times when he enters my room that I risk in believing that he recognizes my presence. But he leaves; he always leaves!!!!!

I don't know how much longer I can go on with this pathetic excuse for a life…and yet something tells me that I must not give up.

I heard what Yami said last night, well, at least what he thought when he was writing in his own journal. Only glimpses and phrases. About how he had first met Anzu…and leaving me in the process. He does remember me, somewhat anyways, but as a distant dream, not a solid figure in this world.

What do they say? Oh yes, you only want what once was yours. I always wanted Yami, even if I wasn't aware of the thought, I did. But he was never mine. And sadly, never will be.

I have to go now. I need to finish my project for class. No, I'll do that later.

I'll get back to you soon.

Owarii.

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Yuugi gently closed his notebook, and placed it inside his backpack. Sighing, he slung the aforementioned school supply over his left shoulder, and headed out of the class.

In his dark, twisted mind, he believed that no one would notice him leaving the class ten minutes early.

Oh, but he was wrong. Some one was noticing, some one who had not forgotten that the violet eyed tenshi existed.

Another pair of eyes followed the first's gaze, fixating upon the small one.

Neither said a word, not wanting to draw attention to the boy who would soon never exist.

It is a pity, for if they did, it may have saved him.

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Hey there. I haven't written in you in a while, huh?

You should know why I am writing in you. It's the only thing that has been on my mind for the past four months – Yuugi Motou.

He may think he is invisible, but he isn't. I can still see him, not like the baka's that forgot all about him.

I saw him today in our art class, sitting alone in the corner, writing away in his own journal, occasionally taking a break to paint.

I do not think he has spoken since Pharaoh no baka started dating that bitchy dancer. Ra knows how much I would love to kill her. Along with two other Yami's, of course. The three of us have been discussing Yuugi's antisocial behavior. True, I have never spoken to either Bakura or Ishitar before, but this was a pressing matter.

Yuugi may be known as my rival, but in truth, Yami is, and I would love nothing more than to kill him.

Bakura and Ishitar have admitted to ignoring their Hikari's as well, they can barely even remember they exist except for when they see them at home or in the hall.

But what about Yami!? It is as if he doesn't even recognize he has an aibou!!!

And I would say something, I would. It's just that…

I can barely remember Yuugi.

And it scares me.

I fear that if I never I do not think about him constantly, he would disappear.

He almost has.

I have seen him flicker. Flicker!!! Like an old television set, the picture flickering before returning to the original state.

And it was at those times I have seen Yami show pain and look at Yuugi.

But I am forgetting. It is only through you that I can remember that he exists.

He's leaving. Just grabbed his backpack and left.

Lifting my eyes to meet his small form, he flickers once more, only more violently.

I can't believe it; he really will disappear!

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Seto Kaiba jerked his head up from his writing in answer to a painful yell from the opposite side of the room.

Jumping up, he raced to Yami's side. He had fallen.

Yami was bent over in pain, clutching his stomach, blood dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. His body was trembling violently, and the spirit was still screaming in agonizing pain.

Finally, it was too much for the ex-pharaoh to handle.

Closing his eyes, he slumped unconscious to the ground.

Anzu, Jou and Honda rushed to his side, yelling incoherent words, tears streaming down their face. The sensei came up to them, and instructed Jou and Honda to take him to the nurse's office.

Seto panicked. He needed to talk to Yami, now.

"Yoshida-sensei, maybe I should take Yami-san to the nurse, Jounochi-san and Honda-san are in no condition to be taking him there."

And they weren't. Both were looking as if they were about to collapse.

Yoshida-sensei eyed Kaiba.

"Alright, Kaiba-san. You may take Yami to the nurse."

Seto tried not to show his relief.

"Arigatou, Yoshida-sensei." He turned to Yami. "Come on Yami." He grunted, picking Yami off the ground bridal-style.

As soon as the pair was out of the classroom, Kaiba dropped Yami onto the ground.

Yami stared at Kaiba, his eyes empty and listless.

"What was that for." It was more a statement than a question, but what really bothered Kaiba was that Yami didn't even seem…insulted.

Kaiba shook it off.

"Shut up you Ra-damned bakayaros. I have to talk to you, whether you want to or not."

"But what about the nurse –" Yami started, only to receive a slap from Kaiba.

"Shut the fuck up and listen. What ails you is nothing that can be cured. It is a sickness of your soul, or rather, the other half of your soul." Kaiba hissed. Yami stared up at him, emotion flickering in his eyes.

"Other half…?"

Kaiba stared at him.

"You mean…you don't…remember? You don't remember your own aibou? I mean, I knew that you forgot him at times, but after what just happened, I thought that at least…never mind." He sneered.

"Just look at how the mighty have fallen. You have forgotten your own aibou, the one you would die for, give anything for, kill for."

"I have an aibou? Since when…?" Yami asked, his face blank.

"I give up." Kaiba hissed.

He grabbed Yami by his collar, and slamming him against the lockers. But by this time, whatever had traumatized him had seemed to worn off. His crimson eyes narrowed in anger, glaring daggers at Kaiba.

"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me. Now." He seethed, teeth clenched.

"I will. Just remember this: I hope Yuugi dies just so that you can whiter in pain just like the pathetic worm you are Yami." With that, Kaiba threw Yami to the ground and stalked off, trench coat swaying in the still air.

Yami looked after him, one word going through his mind.

Yuugi…

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Did you know that I love the rain? The way it rejuvenates and heals all wounds on Earth, the way it smells, the way it feels on my skin. I live for the moments in which it rains. I may not have the greatest life, all right; I have a crappy ass life, but when it rains, I dunno, feel secure. Because when it rains, it takes all the problems away and down the drain with the rest of the water.

And then I forget about him.

Him and all the pain he represents.

Did you know that we used to sit outside on the roof when it rained? That we used to laugh and lay there together until we became to wet?

That he introduced me to the wonders of rain? That the first time we were in the rain, I realized I was in love with him?! That I realized that his smiles, his openness with me, the way his crimson eyes only showed warmth when I was around, that it was all for me?!?! And then he has to go out and ask that fucking bitch Anzu out on a date!

It broke my heart when he told me the great fucking news! Gods, I felt as if he ripped my heart out of my chest and fed it to the jackals.

And yet, through all that, I loved him. Still do.

Hn. I'm a fool. To love someone who doesn't even know who I am.

Well guess what. I am fucking sick of staying in a place where everyone ignores me! Screw Yami, screw Jii-san, screw the whole, fucking city.

I'm leaving.

I can't take it anymore! I can't take this twisted version of Hell on earth any longer!

I NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!

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Yuugi slammed his journal shut, eyes raging with an untamed fire burning from the depths of his soul.

Tossing his journal aside, he went around the room angrily tossing clothes and other accessories into a duffle bag and backpack.

When he was done, he had cleared out half his closet, taken some books, all of his money, toothpaste, toothbrush, etc.

When he was about to leave his room, he rushed back, picked up his journal, and left the room.

And he went down the hall to Yami's room.

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Yuugi looked around. The presence of his Yami was strong, and it made him cry. He would never be able to have his Yami like he used to.

Gathering his wits about him so that he wouldn't suffer from a mental breakdown, the tenshi grabbed a leaf of paper and a pen.

My dear, sweet Yami,

You have no idea how much I love you. But then again, you probably won't even notice this note. I just wanted to tell you that I am leaving. For good. Not like you would care, anyways. You're always­ *so* busy with that slut girlfriend of yours. But, in the end, you are happy, and I am happy for you. I hope that if you ever read this, you will come to accept the fact that I have moved on with my life, not willing to waste it in this screwed up town one day longer. And Yami, do you remember the rain?

How we used to sit outside for hours, just you and me in the rain until you thought I would catch pneumonia? I loved you for that. And then came the day where you left me…

I just want to let you know that I love you. I always have. But now, we will never share the moments we used to, before you thought that your hikari was not important enough to include in your life.

But Yami, I truly do love you. But now I can see that will never be.

You have chosen to ignore me. So now I bid you farewell and good luck in future endeavors. I can only hope the same is wished for me.

Love always,

Yuugi.

Yuugi re-read his letter, crying in the process, teardrops staining the paper.

Yami, if only things hadn't changed…

Yuugi got up, and left his note on Yami's pillow, along with a picture of the two of them hugging.

Tears streaming down his face, he left the turtle game shop and out into the rain.

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Yami came home three hours after Yuugi had left. He had been, ahem, busy with Anzu for most of the night. (a/n – eww…I'm unclean for writing that…)

Tired, he had come home, not really wanting to spend the night at Anzu's. She could be a real bitch at times. But when he had entered the house, he felt as if something was amiss. But he shrugged it off. Nothing was wrong.

Heading up the stairs, he went to his room, glad that he was home so that he could sleep. And shower with very powerful soap and scalding hot water. He didn't know why, but every time he came back from his "activities" with Anzu, he had the urge to scrub down so hard that his skin turned red and use hot water to wash the soap off. If he didn't, he would feel like crap for a week.

As the dark spirit walked down the hall, a room caught his eye.

Whose room is this…? He thought to himself. It's not mine, or Jii-chan's…so whose is it? Oh well, I'll ask Jii-chan when he returns.

Shrugging, he went to his room, a morbid shadow looming over his heart. Upon opening the door, he saw a note on his bed, along with a picture.

Lifting the note to his eyes, he began to read.

My dear, sweet Yami,

You have no idea how much I love you. But then again, you probably won't even notice this note. I just wanted to tell you that I am leaving. For good. Not like you would care, anyways…

Yami stared at the note. Who was this 'Yuugi' that loved him? A stalker? He then looked at the picture that rested on the bed. There he was, hugging a younger replica of himself.

Who was this boy? Then it hit him. What Kaiba had said earlier…

~*~Flashback~*~

"Shut the fuck up and listen. What ails you is nothing that can be cured. It is a sickness of your soul, or rather, the other half of your soul." Kaiba hissed. Yami stared up at him, emotion flickering in his eyes.

"Other half…?"

Kaiba stared at him.

"You mean…you don't…remember? You don't remember your own aibou? I mean, I knew that you forgot him at times, but after what just happened, I thought that at least…never mind." He sneered.

"Just look at how the mighty have fallen. You have forgotten your own aibou, the one you would die for, give anything for, kill for."

"I have an aibou? Since when…?" Yami asked, his face blank.

"I give up." Kaiba hissed.

~*~End Flashback~*~

¤ Yami's POV ¤

Was this what that bastard was talking about? Could this 'Yuugi' be my aibou? Mou hitori no boku*?

No, that's ludicrous. I would be able to know if I had a soul mate.

Kaiba probably set this all up to get to me.

But if this is all a joke, then why did I suddenly feel empty? I needed to talk to Kaiba.

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I came out of the shower, steam rising off my body.

I changed into my boxers, which was what I slept in. Yawning, I looked at the picture that that 'Yuugi' had left me. A foreign feeling passed over me, and then left as quickly as it had come.

Shaking my head, I climbed under the blankets. Looking up, I stared at my ceiling.

Yuugi…who are you? And why do you look so much like me? And why does your name sound so familiar? I feel as if I may have met you…and when the hell was that picture taken?! I would have remembered if I knew someone who looked like me…

¤ Kami-sama's POV ¤

Yami drifted off to sleep, his subconscious bringing memories of his aibou to the surface…

~*~Dream Sequence~*~

Yami looked around at his surroundings. He was in a park, one that was close to the Game Shop. The sky was clear, a deep blue without a cloud in the sky.

Yami wandered around a bit, gazing at the Sakura trees. Suddenly, he was tackled to the ground, his breath knocked out of him. Groaning, he rolled over, only to find a smaller replica of himself straddling his hips.

"Yami-chan! What took you so long?" His replica pouted adorably. "I've been waiting for the past ten minutes!"

Yami looked up at the small child.

"Who are you?"

The replica's eye's widened. Then he laughed.

"Yami-chan! It's me! Your aibou, Yuugi! Are you pretending that you have amnesia?" his replica asked cutely, cocking his head to one side.

Yami stared at him. Aibou…?

Suddenly, the world around him became a dark void, the coldness beginning to seep into his soul.

A light shone in the distance, coming closer. When it finally reached him, there was his replica, smiling sweetly.

"Yami-chan, do you like this place?" he giggles. "I do…it suits the way I feel…well, that's because it's my soul room." Again, he giggles.

"Aww…but you don't like it, do you, Yami-chan? Here, let me help you."

The small replica held out his hand to Yami, which he accepted. Anything to get out of that horrid room.

When he was out, he looked at his replica to thank him. It was then that the small boy took out a dagger and thrust it into Yami's chest, into his heart.

"Why…?" Yami asked, blood falling out of his mouth.

"Why? You want to know why?" The small one sneered, glaring at the other.

"Consider this payback for leaving me and destroying my will to live. Go to Hell, you fucking bastard."

The replica leaned down, kissed him on the forehead, and pushed Yami back into the dark, laughing all the time.

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Yami woke up in a cold sweat. What was all that about?!?! Shaking, he decided that he needed to talk to Kaiba the next day.

That dream had scared him.

A sharp pain hit him in the chest as he tried to sleep again. Lifting up his shirt gently, he gasped at the sight.

A scar, above his heart had appeared, the area around it bruised and bloodied.

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Whee!!! I'm done with this chappie!!!! Ten pages!!! Woot! Hehe. Review please….

* Mou hitori no boku – I'm pretty sure it means 'The other me'.