The Domino Effect // A Yu-Gi-Oh! Puzzleshipping Fanfiction

Chapter 12

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October 9th, 2004,

          I was lying in my bed, the only light in the room illuminating from my phone as it hovered above me. My eyes felt heavy, but yet I wasn't tired at all. I couldn't sleep. I checked the time, blinking with surprise at how late it had grown. 
11:54. Nice.
I set my phone down, rubbing my eyes as I sat up in my covers. It didn't matter how tired my body seemed to feel, my mind kept me awake. Thoughts raced through my head, from concerns to memories, the good and the bad. But one thing stayed prevalent throughout it all - Yami. I couldn't help but come up with these elaborate scenes, scenes of what would happen if I wasn't good enough, or if something suddenly.. changed within this single night. Of course, there was also the good in my memory - when he lifted me back up, to those times when we were younger where we'd play tag out in the town. My grandpa was never a fan of that - he was always worried we'd get lost, but we never did. We knew what we were doing.
Why don't we now?

I shook my head and brushed the blankets off of me, stepping out of bed and making my way towards the kitchen. Maybe a glass of water will help me get to sleep.

I took out one of the cups from the cabinet and turned on the sink, staring out the window in front of me. Certainly there was nothing to worry about.

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          I pushed the door closed lightly behind me, the hinges' creaking and echoing throughout the house. I set my glass down on the nightstand, which was now half-full, and bury myself under the covers of my bed again. Finally.

I closed my eyes, yawning as I turned to my side. I cleared my mind of the stress that had bothered me before, letting myself drift off to sleep...

Buzz- Thud!

I shot awake, scanning my room cautiously before looking to my side. My phone had fallen onto the ground, the vibration moving it just enough to send it off the nightstand. I picked it up and turned it on to see a single notification - a message from an unknown number.
I unlocked my phone and held it weakly in my hand, almost dropping it as sleep attempted to consume me. I would have fallen asleep, too, if it had not been for what I had seen.

It was a picture, with people squeezed together on the sides with their phones out - presumably to take pictures as well. But it was what they were taking pictures of that made my heart stop, then and there.

They were taking pictures of Yami - passed out and undressed on a bed with the one and only Tea.

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October 10th, 2004,

  I woke up at 2 AM, a killer headache overwhelming me. Great, I rubbed my eyes and threw my arms back on the bed; A hangover's just what I need.

Wait.

Hold on.

My fingers traced over the silky fabrics.

They grabbed hold and rubbed furiously, creating that horrid scratching of fingernails against, well... fabric.

But not the kind of fabric you'd find on a couch. No, this was a sheet. A bedsheet - and I was laying on it.

This is not where I was before.

I shot upright on the bed, the blankets ruffling against me and piling up at my waist. I instantly felt a cold chill, the air touching against my body and raising goosebumps down my skin. Why would I be this cold? Why do I feel so revealed against the hands of the cold air-conditioning? I glanced down slowly, knowing the answer but not wishing to admit it. I had to see it for myself - and lo and behold, I sat there unclothed. No shirt. I can only imagine what else wasn't there, the breeze hitting all the worst spots on my body and not missing a beat. My eyes cleared up, however struggling to focus in the grainy darkness; I could see my clothes, piled up, spilling off the edge of the bed and onto the carpet below me. No memories came back, but fear flooded my system. Ra, please let this be a dream.