Longing

Okay, okay. Since SO MANY of you asked for a sequel, and I found some good songs, and writing angst is something I like to do, I'M WRITING A SEQUEL TO "I'M LIKE A BIRD!!" You should all be happy now. This story probably won't make sense unless you read "I'm Like A Bird", so I encourage you to do so. You can find that by going to my profile page and clicking on the link that'll bring you to my ff pro profile. The only reason I didn't post the story here is because it's only PG/PG-13.

The first song I'm using is called "Flowers Become Screens" by Delerium (that's the way they spell it, it's not a spelling mistake!). There will be songs throut tht the story, though not one for each chapter. I just don't have access to good enough lyrics for that.

*Any song lyrics will be indicated with these asterisks.*
Disclaimers: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, or the songs I put up.

Warnings: Some angst, possible LEMON later on, I'll have to see how I feel. Male/Male pairing.

~`~`~`~Rain`~`~`~`~

I run through the plush, carpeted corridors, my tears staining the expensive material. Mokuba calls out to me, but I can't understand what he's saying. I rush down the flight of stairs and clamour to get outside, the outside is good.

Oh, sorry about that. I suppose I should introduce myself, I'm Yugi. Yugi Motou, the guy who can't be with the love of his life. I knew I shouldn't have gone and kissed him AGAIN. I had already kissed him once, and he had left me. How stupid was I to go over to his house and make out with him on his bed? We cried together, him and I. Why can't he say that he love me? He won't say that he doesn't, and he won't say that he does.

As I'm walking, the clouds decide to drop their tears on me. I've always loved the rain. Always loathed it as well.

*Rain is pain...*

I let out a choking sob, and my own rivulets mix in with that of the clouds'. They hide the physical part of my sorrow, but the inner me is screaming in sadness, wanting me to succumb to it, to just crumple right there, on the sidewalk.

*soaks my skin-*

The rain picks up from light to heavy, and I find myself utterly drenched. Even my SOUL feels drenched.

*though to the bone*

I'm shivering, and I barely realize it. I'm to obsessed over wI caI cannot have...Seto Kaiba. The man is gorgeous, mahogany hair framing his slender face, his crystalline eyes that pierce through anyone's mind. I guess it isn't meant to be, I'm just not the one to crack his shell completely. I believe I made a dent, I've never seen so much emotion in his eyes before.

I keep walking, the rain starts to soothe me. There's just something about it that's special, meaningful. My mood is dampened enough from the previous events, I don't think the rain could do any more.

*pain is nothing that a downpour won't er

I suppose my mood is lifting, ever so slightly. Rain does that to me. The pain is no longer so fresh, it doesn't cut me so badly. It's rather dull for now, and yet in the depths of my mind, I know it will come back, no matter how much I convince myself that the rain heals me.

*Rain-you can't hold onto it*

It all pours on me, though me, inside of me, off me. The droplets won't stay with me, I'm not sure if I want them to. At this point, I don't want ANYTHING to stay with me. Especially Seto. How I'd love to have him erased from my mind.

*a treasure you cannot frame*

Looking ahead, I notice that I've only walked one block. I have five more to go until I get home. At this rate, I'm going to look like a drowned rat. It's worth it, though. To be out here in the falling water is like going to a well done movie. You love it and you've gone through ten boxes of tissue to wipe away your tears of sadness. I relish every second I get.

*Rain-somehow I'm drawn to it.*

Ever since I was a kid, I've always felt something towards rain. I know I'm probably starting to sound really silly now, babbling endlessly about rain. It's important to me though, grandpa would have to drag me in so that I wouldn't get sick; it intrigued me that much.

*I feel engaged, one and the same*

I'm on the second block now, my feet moving slower and slower. I want to be in this rain every minute. It's as if I AM the rain. After all, I've soaked both myself and my lovth mth my tears, haven't I? Dammit, I have to stop thinking about him. It's just making me feel worse...

*when heaven's dressing beads off my face*

The water drips off the end of my nose. I hate it when that happens.

*then pain is nothing that a downpour won't erase*

My sadness is slipping, my inner sorrow is losing it's battle. I can almost smile, almost...

*Rain-you can't hold onto it*
*a treasure you cannot frame*

I stop, right there, in the middle of the sidewalk. I have no desire to go home, not yet. All I want to do at this point is stare up and marvel at the torrents of liquid beating down on the ground.

*Rain-somehow I'm drawn to it*
*I feel engaged, one and the same*

I can almost feel myself separating into the tiny water droplets, beating the ground with force, letting nothing stop me, letting nothing cause me fear. I must be either going crazy right now...maybe I have hypothermia...

*Rain...*

Somehow I'm drawn to it...

*Rain...*

I wish I could grasp it, become it. Forget everything...

*Rain...*

The last thing that passes through my mind as I'm falling down is this: I feel engaged, one and the same, falling down, beating down, down, down...

*Rain-you can't hold onto it*
*a treasure you cannot frame*
*Rain-somehow I'm drawn to it*
*I feel engaged, one and the same*

*Rain...*

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Did you like it? I certainly hope so! Let me know what you think!