I don't know...this might be because I'm not in such a good mood...I've been kinda sad lately...but here's this story.

Full Summary: Yugi commits suicide. Yami becomes a second Kaiba because of it--beleiving that if he stops loving, fate will stop taking those he loves away. Can anyone change this veiw?

Side Note: Yes, someone can--but you won't beleive who!

Disclaimer: I don't own YuGiOh. Heh...I wish!

Chapter One:Crime Committed

Yugi sat at the kitchen table, waiting. He glanced at the clock on the wall.

8:45! He should be here by now! Where is he!

At that moment the front door was flung open, then slammed shut. Seconds later there was a crash, followed by a tired curse.

Yugi jumped up and hit the lights in the game shop. Yami was fixing the display case he'd accidentally knocked over.

"Hello, Yugi."

"Yami! Where have you been! I was waiting for you!"

Yami staggered into the kitchen and flopped onto a chair. "Working." He yawned. "Having three jobs isn't as easy as it seems. As a matter of fact…it's completely exhausting. And I didn't get lunch break today, either."

This was pretty much standard order of things nowadays, ever since Yugi's grandfather had passed away. Yami had to work three jobs so Yugi could stay in school—running the shop, a teller at the bank, and a cashier at a Blockbuster. He'd had to drop out of school to keep up with it all. He was always on the run—waking up at 5:30 in the morning, never getting home until 8:30 at night at the earliest. He never had any time for anything else.

Yugi sighed and grabbed a bowl for Yami. "I made more barley stew. I know you like it."

Yami smiled tiredly. "Thanks, Yugi. I'm sorry I couldn't have been home earlier—there was a bug in the computers, and I'm the only one who knew how to get rid of it. I guess all those trips into the virtual world paid off, huh?"

Yugi couldn't help but grin at Yami's joke. "I guess so. Here—eat. Get some of your strength back."

Yami ended up nearly falling asleep at the table twice. Yugi watched sadly as he began to nod off for a third time. He never has time for me any more…he's always so tired…

Yami jerked his head up. "Oh, I'm sorry, Yugi…I'm just so tired…I think I'll head upstairs…." He noticed Yugi's miserable expression. "You know what? I think I'll take a half-day at the Blockbuster tomorrow. That way I'll be home by around 6:30. What do you say?"

Yugi smiled. "I say go for it! They really need to let you take more time off, Yami—this stuff is starting to get to you. Really bad."

Yami shook his head. "All I need is some sleep." He yawned. "Which I think I'll get now. Goodnight." He went up the stairs. Yugi put the rest of the stew in the refrigerator before following. He went into his room and shut the door.

Tomorrow, he thought happily. Tomorrow Yami's going to come home early, and we can just…talk. Be. Like we used to.

The Next Night

It was 6:45, and Yugi was still waiting. The minutes passed slowly.

He promised…he promised he'd be here….

7:00.

He's coming…I know he is…

7:15.

He's got to be coming! He promised!

By 7:30, Yugi felt he couldn't bear it any longer. Not Yami always being late—not anything. He quickly picked up a knife and ran up to his room. He looked in the mirror—one last time.

Goodbye, Yami. This is your fault.

And in one quick motion, he ran himself through.

Yami

Yami ran down the street. He'd told Yugi he'd be there by 6:30, and it was already 7:15.

Suddenly, he stumbled. I can't be running like this—I'm too exhausted. But he had to keep moving. He had to get back to the game shop, to see Yugi.

"Yami? Is that you?" Yami looked up. It was Téa.

"Yami, what are you—oh my God, what have you been doing to yourself? You look exhausted!" She helped him to his feet.

"I've got to get back to the game shop. I promised Yugi—I'm late."

"Let me help you." By the time they reached the game shop, it was 7:30. Yami and Téa looked around. Suddenly from upstairs cam a sharp cry of pain, then a thump as something hit the floor.

"Yugi!" Yami ran up the stairs, Téa right behind him, and pushed open the door.

Yugi was laying spread eagle on the floor in a pool of his own blood, a knife sticking out of his chest.

"YUGI!"

Yami knelt beside him. "Yugi…no…" Téa snatched her cell phone out of her purse and dialed 911.

Yugi seemed dead—but he wasn't. Not yet. He looked up at Yami, amethyst eyes filled with cold anger.

"Damn you, Yami," he whispered hoarsely. "Damn you. You…you promised me…DAMN YOU, YAMI!"

His eyes glazed over, and he went limp in Yami's arms.

"YUUUGIII!" He held Yugi, sobbing.

That was where the police found him, fifteen minutes later—crying like a young child, clutching the body of his dead friend for dear life.