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Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, but I own Kaia, her grandmother Suzumi, her father, and her mother.

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Cutting his Soul

by hanyou-samurai

Chapter 1

Kaia looked at her boyfriend, Yami, staring out the window. His coffee cup was still full, and now stone cold. Kaia sighed, rubbing the handle of her coffee mug slightly. They almost never went on dates anymore. Yami seemed preoccupied all the time. Although it was near the end of the semester for her college boyfriend, and Yami had finals, he was too preoccupied for that. Kaia was in her last year of high school, with Yami in his first year of college.

"Um Yami?" He didn't move, so Kaia assumed he hadn't heard her. "Yami?" He looked at her. "I gotta go. I have a test tomorrow." Yami nodded and stood up as Kaia got her coat on.

"Do you want me to walk you home?"

Kaia shook her head. "I'll be fine. Bye Yami."

"Bye."

She walked out. Yami was surprised. They usually kissed before they left. He sat back down and resumed staring out the window. Finally raising his cup to his mouth, he nearly spit the coffee out. It was cold.

Kaia sighed, harsh wind blowing through her thick coat. Japanese winters were harsher than American ones. Kaia was so glad she was back in Japan. About ten minutes later, Kaia was climbing the steps to her house, which also happened to be a temple.

"Kaia, you're late!" called her father. He was fifty-five, old for a father of a seventeen year old. Her grandmother, seventy-six years old, was a priestess, training Kaia. Kaia wasn't planning on devoting her entire life to being a priestess. That would mean no marriage, and no dating, and Kaia would not break up with Yami. Although her grandmother had disregarded that rule.

"Sorry dad," called Kaia, running up to her room. She quickly changed into her red and white priestess outfit, running back outside. It was festival season, and many people in kimonos were coming. Their temple was very popular with the young men, as there was a beautiful priestess there.

Once they closed for the day, at about five, Kaia checked her messages on her cell phone. Yami hadn't called. She sighed, putting her cell phone back on her bedside table. She lay on her bed, not bothering to change out of her priestess outfit. It was winter, and this winter outfit was warm. A knock came on her door.

"Who is it?" she called drowsily.

"It's Yami."

"Yami!" Kaia jumped up, immediately awake. She opened the door. Yami was standing there, jacket on. "Do you want to come in?" Yami shook his head.

"Do you want to go on a date now?"

Kaia nodded. "Let me change first." As she was changing, an uneasy feeling boiled in her stomach. He hadn't been smiling. He always used to smile when he asked her on a date. Something was wrong, and Kaia knew it. She finished changing, got her coat, and opened her door. Yami was still waiting there. They got their shoes and left her house. They entered the park near her house, and sat down on a bench. Yami stared at the bare trees, while Kaia looked at her hands. She spoke first. "Yami, what's going on?"

Yami looked at Kaia, his crimson eyes looking deep into her aquamarine eyes. "Kaia… I'm breaking up with you." Her eyes widened, and Yami felt his heart wrench as he saw the betrayal and sorrow in her expressive eyes.

"Why? What did I do?"

"Nothing." Yami stood up and began to walk away. "I'm sorry," he whispered before he walked out of sight. Tears filled Kaia's eyes, and she began to cry quietly into her hands. Behind a tree Yami had his hands over his eyes, holding back tears. A few seconds later, he broke into a run, hot tears running down his face.

Kaia stood up, still crying, and ran home. She didn't take her shoes off, she just ran up to her room. Her mother stood outside her door, trying to find out what had happened. Kaia ignored her and continued to cry. Eventually her mother gave up. Kaia crawled under her covers, and fell asleep, exhausted.

Before he opened the door to the Mutou's house, where he lived with Yugi and Yugi's grandfather, Yami wiped the tears from his face, and straightened his clothes. He opened the door, took his shoes off, and quickly walked up to his room. As he was entering it, Yugi came out of his own room. "Yami? Can you help me with my homework now?"

"Not tonight," said Yami was he closed his door. His voice sounded like he had been crying.

"Yami?" Yugi knocked on his door. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just… please go away."

"Okay." Yugi went back to his own room, wondering what had happened between Yami and Kaia. Curious, he decided to do some research of his own. Picking up his phone, he dialed Jounichi. "Hey, Jou, do you have any idea what's wrong with Yami?"

"Nope. Sorry Yugi. He's seemed sad lately, but he's usually emo, so it wasn't that noticeable."

"Okay, thanks." Yugi dialed the Kaiba's.

"Hey Mokuba. Have you noticed anything… different about Yami?"

"Sorry Yugi. I haven't. Did something happen? Let me ask Seto." Yugi heard talking in the background. "He hasn't noticed anything either, except that Yami's spent a lot of time on his laptop at school. Sorry I couldn't help more."

"It's okay. Bye Mokuba."

"Bye."

Yugi furrowed his brow in thought. He doubted that Anzu would know anything. Anzu and Yami weren't that good of friends. He dialed the last number on his list: Otogi Ryuuji. "Hey, Ryuuji, have you noticed anything different about Yami lately?"

"Nah, sorry. Maybe he just lost a duel or something."

"Yami? Yeah, right. If he had lost, it would have been a huge, public duel. Notice, I said if."

"Well, then I have no clue. Just, wait a few days, then ask him."

"Okay, thanks Ryuuji. I'll see you later."

"Okay, bye." Yugi hung up the phone and began to work on his math homework again. Out of everybody's advice, Ryuuji's was the best.

The next morning, Yugi ran out of his room three minutes before he and Yami were supposed to leave, and began to pound on Yami's door. "We gotta go Yami!"

"I'm not going to school today."

"Yami, come on!"

"Go on without me hikari."

Yugi opened Yami's door. Yami was wearing black pajama pants with no shirt, a blanket half covering him. A pillow was under his head, and he was holding another pillow in his arms. He was staring at a framed picture of him and Kaia. He had his arms around her, and he was kissing her on the cheek. She was smiling and laughing. Yami's already crimson eyes were red from crying all night.

"Yami, what's wrong?" asked Yugi concerned, coming over to stand by his bed.

Yami closed his eyes. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Yami, you've been crying all night. I heard you. What's wrong? Did something happen between you and Kaia?" Yami sighed again.

"Yugi, can we talk about this when we get home? You're going to be late." Yugi nodded.

"Sure. But you better talk to me when I get home." Yami nodded. Yugi gave a little wave and left, closing the door behind him, leaving Yami in the dark. A sob escaped Yami, and hot tears leaked out from behind his eyelids. In the faint light, Yami saw the scars on his arms that Yugi had missed. He was lucky that their school uniform had long sleeved shirts. In the summer, they were allowed to push them up, but Yami kept them down. He didn't want anybody to see his scars. He didn't want anybody to touch his scars. Not the ones on his arms. The ones on his soul. His black, warped soul.

"Kaia, it's time to go to school," called Kaia's mom through her door.

"I'm not going today."

"But don't you want to walk to school with Yami?"

Her mother didn't hear the smothered sob that escaped her. "I'm not going today!"

"Alright, it's your choice, since something is obviously wrong." Kaia's mom left. Kaia was staring at a picture of her and Yami. He had his arms around her, and she was giving him a kiss on the cheek. Kaia closed her eyes, and began to sob. Her door opened, and in walked her grandmother, wearing the priestess outfit she wore everyday. Her grandmother, Suzumi, sat on her bed, and gently stroked her hair.

"Kaia, what's wrong?"

"Yami… Yami broke up with me!" sobbed Kaia, sitting up. Her grandmother hugged her.

"Why?"

"I don't know! All he said was that he was breaking up with me and that he was sorry. Why grandma? Why? What did I do?"

"Oh, little priestess. I don't think you did anything. Have you been fighting?"

Kaia shook her head. "No. But lately he's seemed preoccupied. On our dates, and even when we're talking, he seems like he'd rather be somewhere else."

"Does he act this way with other people?"

Kaia shrugged. "Kind of. He's more out of it with me than anybody else."

"Little miko, I did not want to tell you this. I hoped that you could help him, but he was too far gone."

Kaia looked up at her grandmother. "Grandma? What are you talking about?"

Suzumi sighed. "Your miko powers aren't developed enough to sense darkness."

"Darkness?"

"Yes. In a persons heart. I can sense if somebody is more evil than usual, of course, as can you. We can help get rid of the excess evil though."

"Back to the darkness."

Suzumi allowed herself a brief smile. "Alright, koneko. You know that Yami means darkness, correct?" Kaia nodded. "That is his name because he is the spirit of the millennium puzzle, and he does not know his true name. That does not mean that he would have darkness in his soul. But Yami does. It has grown bad recently. I… fear that we will soon need another spirit of the puzzle."

"What do you mean?" gasped Kaia. Deep in her heart, she knew that was Suzumi was telling her was true, but Kaia did not realize it yet.

"When was the last time you saw the pharaoh's arms?"

"His arms?" Kaia thought about it for a few seconds. "A year, a year and a half."

"Why do you suppose that is? I know he always refuses to go swimming, or wear short-sleeved shirts. When he does wear short sleeves, he wears those things around his arms." Kaia nodded. He had straps that crisscrossed up and down his arms, from his shoulders to his wrists. "Why do you suppose that is? Why do you suppose he's become darker recently? Why do you suppose he broke up with you?"

Kaia gasped, and looked at her grandmother in horror, finally realizing what she was hinting at. Yami was cutting himself, and he was going to kill himself. That was why he had broken up with her. If she was sad and mad at him, she wouldn't miss him as much. Kaia jumped up. "I have to go see him!" she said. Suzumi nodded.

"Yes you do. But remember ko. He is very fragile. If you touch him, I fear he might break. I don't think he wants anybody to touch his scars." Kaia nodded than ran out of her room. Suzumi watched her granddaughter run out with pride. "Go with the gods, little miko." She stood up. "I think I will go pray."

Kaia ran barefoot through the streets, shivering. She was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and pajama pants. It had begun to snow, and she was quickly soaked. Shivering, she ran through the streets to Yami's house, making a trip that usually lasted twenty minutes in seven minutes. She was shivering violently as she knocked on the front door. Nobody answered, and Kaia saw the sign on the game shop door. It read, Be back by 11:30.

Kaia took the hidden key from its spot and quickly unlocked the door. She locked the door after her and ran up to Yami's room. The door was closed. She pounded on it.

"Sugoroku-kun, I told you, I'm not going to school today."

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Dun-dun-dun it's Kaia. Bad place to stop, but I originally had it as a oneshot, and the rest isn't done yet. Review!