Are not you tired…

Yugi couldn't cope with leaving Yami in the desert. He suffered from nervous breakdowns and eventually lost his mind. His friends couldn't help him. In order not to have to be admitted to a mental hospital, a rich Egyptian named Atemu Atem took care of him. Nobody knows where he came from and who he is.
Now Yugi lives in a completely confused state in his villa in Cairo and is lovingly cared for by him. Why he does this is unclear, but he keeps contact with Joey and Kaiba. In a long letter-like letter, Atemu Atem reports everything to the paper and the silence.

* Atemu *

~ * ~
Aren't you tired after so many hours
You stagger and stagger your feet bruised
Go around in circles until the day blurs
And in the end you hope that the night will still take you.
~ * ~

It's a tragedy with you. Completely confused, you run through my house every day, I'm not even sure where you are. You don't sleep, you don't rest until you collapse exhausted.You have to be forced to eat.
Sighing, I stepped through the door that evening, as I did every day, and looked into the emaciated face of my housekeeper. The actually quite chubby woman has lost a lot of weight since you are here, so you have granted her a wish, you know she always suffered from being so fat. She also suffers from lack of sleep and stress. But she stays with us. All of my servants have remained loyal to me. Yugi, they grew fond of you.
"Good evening, sir. There is a problem." She looks at me with an apologetic look. This ritual repeats itself over and over again, every night there is always some problem with you.
"And that would be?" I also fill my part of this almost tradition.
"Yugi has been screaming all day." That is normal, you keep screaming until I come back and when I am there you back off and are scared. "And hit his chest with two stones. I couldn't get them out of him.You know how he reacts. I think he's hurt. "
I looked at her alarmed. It was new that you hurt yourself.
"Good evening!" I called when I had already run up the stairs to your floor, because even now I remembered the etiquette. Her voice floated down the hall behind me: "The first-aid kit is in front of the room."

~ * ~
I find you on the floor with your back to the wall
the look at the door, two stones in each hand
~ * ~

I stepped quietly into your room, as if into the unknown jungle. There was dead silence in here. The room is empty so far, there is only a huge four-poster bed, the pillows of which you have long since torn to pieces. You destroyed everything that was here, I had it all removed so that you wouldn't hurt yourself. The wallpaper is only in tatters. It was a nice room, my favorite room. It's a battlefield now. You are at war with yourself and the shadows.
And there you sat in the far corner by the window.Your soft, rattling breath could barely dispel the heavy silence. You looked so miserable sitting there. Just a small point in the huge room, a frightened animal in the middle of the steppe. Your wide eyes looked through me to the door. For so long you haven't seen me as a threat that I could have been a potted plant, albeit without a pot, which you would then have smashed against the wall. I am and was just there. Completely different with the employees. They couldn't approach you, you immediately had a seizure. And you are strong Yes, you are and your sinewy, skinny body is fast.
The closer I got to you, the better I could see, to my relief, that you hadn't tormented yourself with the stones. The puzzle around your neck had some scratches, I guess you wanted to destroy it. Why didn't you just take it off?
When I stood in front of you, I saw the tears run down your cheeks.Desperate you threw your arms around my neck. I gasped in surprise. You have something against being close to other people?
"Sht," I said, growling a tune and rocking you in my arms. Your grip loosened a little. I take the opportunity to twist the stones out of your cold fingers. Immediately you wanted to scream, defend yourself but I held your hands and put my lips on yours. You paused, surprised, and I only broke away from you enough to be able to speak.
"Leave the stones to me. You're tired. You will get them back later if you like. I promise you," I whispered and smiled as you broke away from me and lay down on the floor in front of the window, looking at me .
They are so beautiful, your eyes, so full of soul. only one thing bothers: the madness that jumps out of them. Before I left I looked at you one more time. You stared at the stones.
"Trust me, I'll only hold them for you."~ * ~
Give me this i can hold it
Give me this, I can hold it
Give me this, I can hold it
If you want it later you can get it back
and then everything is the same
~ * ~

Even if nobody believes in it: you just have to get well again. That's what I'm there for, that's what I am. Maybe you're not screaming now, giving my employee a few hours of sleep.

~~~~~

~ * ~
Are you not tired after so many days
To beat you with the shadows even in the dark.
~ * ~

Even in these days I know that you are fighting against it. You have had little success in doing it and you have had to do it alone. You lack the one who competed with you against the monsters and shadows. He. You go into battle day and night. Are not you tired? So long, so long But you had to make it on your own, I have to tell you something important, be and give you.
The doctor, who appears here almost weekly, sees it completely differently. A stranger is always a shock to you, but he doesn't even notice it.But he says your friends should come, that would help ... and yet you have to fight alone.

~ * ~
Spits out hot blood and rages in pain
Spin in circles until the walls turn black
~ * ~

We are sitting in my room. We, Seto Kaiba, Joey, Tristan and Tea. I put my head in my hands, but my tears are seeping through.
A crash shakes us, then it's quiet for a while. Your seizure has already lasted a day and a few hours.
I'm not sure if you recognized your friends, but the crowd, the people scared you.
She remains silent. Should it be over? I lift my head and look around. Tristan and Tea are hugging each other and have fallen asleep crying. Joey and Kaiba are sitting across from me, looking into space.
"Is it ...?" I shake my head at Joey's question.
"No, it's not your fault," I say as calmly as I can. Oh Yugi, why are you doing this to me and you and Yami?
"Is it…?"Kaiba is looking at me.
"I don't know, I'll go now ... maybe I can ..." I leave open what I can. Then I get up and go to the wing in which your room is located. It's been right next to mine recently. I want you close to me The entire corridor looks like hell. You screamed until you spat blood. I also see soot and dirt in general on the walls. What do you want to tell me?
As always lately, I have the first aid kit with me. It doesn't fit in here somehow. Destroy that atmosphere, even if it's not the best. Probably just like me. When I open the door, I catch my breath. Can a normal person destroy so much? Without aids. The wall paneling is smashed in some places, your bed is crooked. The walls look even worse here than in the hallway.
In the middle of the chaos you sit on the floor. Torn curtains lie around you. There was a lot more that could break in this room than in yours.I see smoke rising and stop. What's this? The closer I get, the better I can see, but not believe.
You hold coals in your broken hands.

~ * ~
I find you on the ground, your fingers burned
the hot coals still in hand
~ * ~

* Yugi *

For the first time in a long time I see clearly again. Not that I saw everything blurry before, but neither perceived nor understood properly. I can see all the havoc I've wreaked. Why did i do this
I sob and cough. Something falls from my right hand when I hold it in front of my mouth. She burns. All fingers ache. When I look at them, I notice the many burn blisters and fresh blood that I have just coughed up. Then everything seems to get foggy and the colors behind it blur, only this young man is there. Although young, he looks drawn and I like, he cried.
That worries me a lot.I know him, he comes to me often. He almost looks like ... Yami.
I whimper, want to speak. The man comes up to me.
What does he say, what does he mean?

~ * ~
Give me this i can hold it
give me this, i can hold it
give me this, i can hold it
if you want it later, you will get it again and then everything will be the same.
~ * ~

* Atemu *

I cool your hands and bandage them, stroke your once so tender, soft skin. I want to hold you. And you watch.
If I see you after this attack, I might think that you are completely "normal" and just by chance in this chaos in my well-kept house. Your view is clearer and deeper than it has been for a long time You watch my trembling hands with interest. I can't stand how helpless you are. It pains me so much, but now all I can do is wait until you're ready. This impatience of the other drives me crazy.
I flinch when I feel your hand on mine.I look at you and you don't look right through me, as usual, but into my eyes.
"Yami." You say and I know it was a statement, not a question, no answer. You know that I'm not him
"Yami.", You say. You cry and I hold you.

~~~~~

~ * ~
Aren't you tired after so many years
Know your questions
Not anymore, you don't get a clear one
Sentence together
~ * ~

We have breakfast. Separated for three years and together for half a year. You are with me like a decent person. Came up on their own and asked if you could eat with them. You asked with your eyes. The language still doesn't always want to be like you. As if it had never been any different. I tell about the weather.
"Usually there are very few sandstorms at this time, but yesterday ...", I am saying. On purpose and bread with jam. I want you to talk to