September 5th, 2009 – This story has been revised. Edits have been made, slight changes have occurred, but the story is still the same. For those who bother to re-read it, thank you so much. If you don't want to, then it's alright. The story can still be picked up from where it left off. If you can even remember where it left off, really, haha… Yeah, I realize that was a bad joke. Description for all edits can be found at the top of every chapter.

- Lily M.

A/N: Okay, so here I am again! This fic may get a little confusing, so I'm sorry if you get confused... To clarify things a little, the chapters will be divided in two ways: there will be the normal ones, that will show Yugi's real life... and the ones in Italic, where the "Dream World" situations will be shown.

It may be kind of confusing at first, but you guys shall get used to it... ehh, hopefully O.o;;

^^;; Anyway, this is only a prelude, and the next chapter will be out soon, ok? Enjoy now!

Disclaimer: You know what a disclaimer is? What, you do right? What, you don't! O.o pal you're NOT 13, so get out of here... ahem. So you do, right? So, you know what I'm gonna say. Yeah, yeah... no own, no sue, and never will... so shut up XD

Mirror

I

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The four year-old stared at nothing. Feeling broken, betrayed, alone... forsaken. Why would such a child feel these sorrowful feelings? Because it was true.

If it wasn't... why did they leave him? Why did they have to leave him, alone in this mess of a world, a world promised to him for the next years... A shy child like him had lost hope in everything when they left him.

Why wouldn't he? He had no sister. He had no brother. He had no little friends. He had no one.

They left him, just like that.

It was true that those men had said that he was going to live with his grandfather, but his innocent, child mind didn't want them to leave him... he wanted to be with them forever.

He couldn't even process the information that they had left him. There was no way he could. He was a young child, connected to them like to no one else... and they were gone.

So he stayed there, his small mind trying to understand what had happened and what was going to happen. Was he going to be alone? Forever? Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever...

... or would they come back?

He doubted it.

As the crystalline little tears fell from the pure, lavender eyes of the young child, he narrowed them deep in thought.

'I... don't want to be alone...'

He cried helplessly, clenching his fists together with such force that he could almost feel his blood starting to slowly pour from those little hands, hurting him. He whimpered silently. No one was to hear him. He was alone. He was alone on that night, only to leave for his grandfather's the next day. Those men were going to pick him up.

It was windy. Very windy, and disturbing, and freezing. No matter how close he hugged himself, the cold didn't seem to go away. Was this what loneliness felt like? To have no one by your side to hear your silent pleas? To have no one by your side to hold you close, and keep the coldness away? To have no one by your side to comfort you at that right moment?

He didn't know. It was too much of information for one so little like he was. Just four years old... trying to adjust to something not even a ten-year-old could handle easily. He cried. He cried so much, and for so long... he thought he wasn't himself anymore.

Closing his eyes shut, he tried his best to forget about everything and sleep. He was going to be with his grandpa, right? Grandpa was nice. Grandpa was really, really nice...

But Grandpa wasn't them. And he wasn't with him right now... He wanted to scream, he wanted to try and wash the sorrows and doubts away with the rain... but he couldn't. All he could do was stare at the space.

He cried himself to sleep.

-

He slowly opened his eyes. His sweet, wide amethyst-like eyes met only fog. A deep mist surrounded him, and he found himself shivering. He didn't know where he was... or why he was there.

He hugged himself and sat up, looking around. He was confused... more even than before. Anyone? No one. He stifled a sob. He felt worse than before... he wanted to be with them at that moment. He wanted badly. He would feel safe, protected, untouchable. But they weren't there.

Around him... all around him were voices. Strange voices. They called, begged, screamed for help. He didn't know those voices... he didn't want to know what they were. He didn't want to help them, he didn't want to hear them. But they were everywhere. Non-stop callings, pleads, prayers... they didn't go away. They enveloped him, his body and soul.

"Someone..." he cried, the tears by now streaming down his face freely. "Someone, please help me..." he called. His mantra kept on and on, and he rocked back and forth. The voices. Oh the voices, they didn't stop. They never stopped.

Then, he stopped. The voices had... calmed down?

Why?

He heard footsteps. He took his hands off his ears, which had unconsciously gone there by themselves, sometime during his depression. He looked around. The mist covered everything. He felt as if he was blind, and the only one of his senses that still worked was his hearing... He heard the footsteps coming closer.

He became afraid. Had the voices stopped because of him? What would they do? And who was this person? Was it the real reason why the voices stopped? Was it going to talk to him? Was it going to find him? Was it going... to harm him?

He shivered again, and swallowed. His already blind vision became to get blurry with all his tears and he felt helpless. Whoever the person was... please let it find him... so maybe the panic would go away.

He held his breath. He saw a shadow. He started to back away unconsciously, even though his mind was curious and wanted to see who it was. His body just didn't obey his commands. Suddenly he stopped. He had reached a wall. There was nowhere to run now.

He saw eyes. Big, sharp crimson eyes. Crimson like blood. Crimson like pain. Crimson like anger. Crimson like anguish. Yes, that was the first impression... until he noticed the real concern deep within the big crimson eyes. Crimson like lovely red roses. Crimson like a beautiful summer sunset. Crimson like... Death's eyes.

Maybe it was really Death. Maybe it was going to reunite him and them... maybe it was going to help him... free him...

He just wanted to be with them again. That's what a child's desire always calls for.

He thought the eyes were nice. While he was thinking, the eyes came closer, and closer, and closer... and he noticed it was boy. A boy not too older than himself. Big, sharp, crimson eyes... full of sympathy, concern, curiosity. The boy knelt before him. His black cloak surrounded him, and protected him from the cold. He tilted his head to the side.

It was like a mirror image. If one looked at them, one would think they were twins. But they weren't... They were something else. Like the day that finally met the night, the moon that found the sun. Two sides of a mirror touching the surface and feeling the warmth coming from the other side... Reality meeting Imaginary.

"Who are you?" the other asked in a childish, although warm voice.

He didn't answer. He didn't move. He thought he didn't even breathe. But just sniffed, the tears falling down his cheek absentmindedly, and stared into the boy's warm gaze. It wasn't his salvation. It wasn't the so-called Mr. Death... but he felt safe. And he felt like crying.

The boy, without warning, touched the side of his face, wiping his never-stopping tears with his thumb, and never taking his eyes off his. He gasped, feeling the warmth coming from the other one.

A friend?

Not alone anymore?

No more loneliness?

No more tears...

... no more emptiness.

"You're alone, aren't you?" the older boy asked, like he could read the little one's mind. It was that obvious, wasn't it? Or maybe... he was just supposed to know. "That's why you're here."

"They left me." he said in his little voice.

Around them, the voices had stopped completely. The older one noticed he was shaking violently, maybe from the cold wrapping them. Taking off his long cloak, he wrapped it around the little one. And then, pulled him into an embrace.

The two children sat there, in the fog, as the small one cried his eyes out. Mr. Death somewhere was maybe laughing at him... but maybe it had stopped already. He wasn't in despair anymore. He had a friend now.

"What's your name?" he asked in a whisper. The other one blinked, and opened his mouth a few times before answering.

"I don't know." The little one blinked. "I don't have a name..." he answered. The little one clung to his shirt tighter, and closed his eyes deep in thought.

"Yami." He said, and the taller one blinked a couple of times.

"What?" he asked.

"Yami. Your name is Yami." He said cheerfully, backing away from the other one a little, and clapping his hands together in joy. "Do you like it?" he asked. The other one looked thoughtful... then nodded, smiling.

"I like it." He said. "What's yours?"

"Yuugi. Mine's Yuugi." He said, then hugging his friend. "Yami... friend..." he said, burying his face on his very first friend's shirt. Yami giggled, and nodded.

Not feeling alone anymore, he closed his eyes, and felt the world spinning around him.

-

He opened his eyes abruptly. Sitting up, he looked around and found himself in his bed. Outside, even though it was already morning, it was dark and there was no ray of the sun brightening the streets.

He didn't feel cold anymore. However, his clothes seemed somehow humid, and touching his face... he didn't feel the tears that were supposed to be there. Wasn't it a dream?

It was supposed to. The little child then waited for the men to come, while trying to understand where Yami was.

He only knew... that he wasn't alone anymore.

- I -

Yami Lily (aka Iris): Now, that was REALLY like "Shades of a soul"... wasn't it, Lily-chan? Just kinda the contrary... Yami the mysterious one...

Lily: --;; hey, hey... it has NOTHING to do with "Shades of a soul"... they may seem alike at first, but they aren't, ok? Plus, Yami and Yugi didn't meet in a special place.... err, in part yes, but not like SoaS, if you understood my explainings, they were in Dream World, baka =P

Iris: ¬¬;; still...

Lily: *ahem* It shall not get like SoaS... plus, I didn't even add my Silent Hill influences, and the bad dreams yet XD

Iris: O.o Silent Hill influences?? Like, the creepy game??

Lily: ^-^ *nods* *ahem* So, you guys liked it? Want an update? SO REVIEW OK?? This will be my next great weekly-updated ficcie (like SoaS) ^^ ok? Ehh... only if you guys review, right? SO DO IT! NOW!! ....................................... *sweatdrops* Demanding much? ^^;; sorry, but please do it...

Jaa ne!