I'm at a complete Lost people. I know exactly how the ending goes, but I do not know how to get there.

My only choice...

To wing it!

...

I need to be put in a hospital. A mental one. I can't choose. I feel myself breaking down. My mind moves so quickly and then choices I'm making, I'm regretting. I'm not thinking through. I go back and contradict what I had said previously. My world is crashing around me. The stress, I'm sick of it. I think I love him, but doing what I want will end up killing us both. I've done the hero thing for so long, and it's more pressure that any human can take. I'm no mutant. I'm just a bunch of gadgets that Seto threw on a friend of his, sent him to training and told him to help Domino. There really wasn't any choice since I had known what was happening.

I used to be nothing in this city. Just a boy who talked to no one, but somehow became friends with a billionaire through business with relatives. Yami came along and I was thrown into a world where people knew me as a hero. But not for me. I didn't mind that fact, mainly cause it didnt cross my mind. I was so small I could fly quickly with grace, and that's basically what made me perfect for this 'job.'

I look now and it's like I've become nothing again. So much confusion. How am I dealt with? I've gained mental diseases over the years, mainly in the past couple months. My brain throbs with a migraine, it knows what it has become now. It knows it's going mad. And knowing this will make it go crazier.

I'm aware that I'm stuck at foggy crossroads. I'm paralyzed where I stand. I stand on the tracks that shake in warning of what comes ahead. I was never good with metaphors.

I said I want to go with Yami. I said I still have a job to do though. I said that if Seto found out, I'd be dead. I've said a lot of things lately that I don't even understand anymore. What's the point of me being who I am of the Dark Raven won't appear anymore? I could quit, right? I said my job doesn't evolve around Yami, but it kinda does. So why try so hard to stay what inside I know I don't want to be? Because Seto will find me and murder us.

I used to think this was a game. That's how I saw it. My stupidity stopped me from seeing the reality. Is it just crashing down? There's life to live and there's a life that's forced. I'm trying to choose which one might be right for me. I'm trying to escape a cage that I used to think was a perfect home.

Will everything settle so I can have a moment of happiness? Pure happiness? Every emotion I've ever felt in resent years has been corrupted by corporation and anxiety of correct choices.

There is no correct choice, is there?

I have to think. I've had plenty of time to think, but I've been so confused, it's ridiculous. What I want and need, and the sake of other people, are all different.

Yami, Ryou, Seto, they would all have different reactions to whatever I were to choose.

What do I want?

Should I go with that direction?

I want Yami, that's a given. So start there. Move in with him? Ryou hates me now. But what would Yami need of a minion if he were to quit being a villain for me? Ryou could leave. Oh, that's so selfish...

Can I be selfish for once? My life has circled around helping others for so long.

I want to move in with Yami. Finally I've made up my mind on something without going back on it, and contradicting it.

Now... hero? No. I don't want to be the hero anymore, give that position to someone who wants it.

Yami and I will give that up and focus on being in a simple, regular relationship.

Well as regular as it can get with a man that's half bird.

His wings are amazing. Why does he have them? I wanna enclose ourselves in them away from the world.

I just have to much to sort out. I'll hand in my keys and uniform to Seto soon enough and let my home destroy itself. I never really liked it there. Too lonely... Whatever, it'll probably be occupied by the replacement if there is one.

Human interaction... I can't just be stuck with one person for the rest of my life, can I? Hanging out with a winged beast could draw some attention.

He's wanted. He's committed so many crimes and Seto knows the area where he dwells now.

...I don't fucking care.

I'm done worrying. I've spent so much time worrying about life. Mine, and others as well.

I'm going to leave everything behind. Everything. I'll take a backpack of clothes and all my savings and we can go somewhere else.

Ryou can go. Doubt Yami truly cares for him. Just a friend probably. I'm giving everything up to be with Yami, he can do the same.

...

Yugi storms into Seto's office, holding his outfit.

Seto hangs up his phone, looking rather flustered ,"Y-Yugi, what's the matter?" He stutters, so unlike Seto.

"I'm done Seto," he says tossing his hero suit at him, "something has happened and now I realize this isn't what I'm ment to do."

Seto doesn't move. His gaze doesn't leave Yugi's. It's softer than usual.

"What exactly has come up? What's changed your mind?" He stands and moves around the desk to stand in front of Yugi, a foot away.

Yugi feels slightly intimidated, for Seto is practically twice his size, or so it seems against his stare.

"I-I just, um, know that I'm not alway going to be the hero, might as well be now. I'm gonna want to move to different places and do different things with my life and right now, I want something different. I'm going to take everything I've earned and leave Domino," he doesn't break the locked state.

Seto sighs and pinches the bridge between his eyes.

"God, I knew it. I knew someday this would happen, just never thought it would be because of that bird!"

Yugi is shocked, "W-what?! What are you taking about?"

Seto settles and takes a deep breath, "Okay, go."

"What?"

"Leave! We won't bother you too, we owe you that much," there's anger and frustration dripping from the words he speaks.

Suddenly, he comes to Yugi and lifts him up by his shirt, their faces inches apart, "Stay clear of Domino, and stay out of trouble, both of you," he drops Yugi.

Yugi can't speak, he only watches Seto with cautious an confused eyes. He gets up an runs out of the office.

Dammit he already misses his boots, then he could zip away from this scene, this breakup of friendship.

It takes time before he reaches the bottom of the building and to run out the door.

Outside is a taxi waiting to take him to his soon-to-be-not-his house.

When he gets there, he burst in and Yami is sitting on the couch. He stands in concern.

"You okay, baby?"

Yugi nods and sighs, "Let's go home."

Yami's face brightens with a smile, "Need anything else?"

Yugi hesitates, "...dammit," he opens up the hallway closet and pulls out a black bag an tosses it over his shoulder.

"What's that?" Yami asks, taking Yugi into his arms.

"Just something invade of an emergency," he explains.

Yami leans down and kisses Yugi's lips. He opens his wings and wraps them around Yugi, forcing him closer, "Lets go home."

Yugi shakes his head, "Theres something I want to do first. With you," Yugi's hands travel over Yami's chest and around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss.

They pull apart and Yami's eyes are dark with lust. In a flash, Yugi's legs are off the ground as Yami carries him bridal style. Their lips are locked in a kiss of want and need.

"God, I've waited so long for this," Yami says into the kiss.

"The bed is upstairs."

"The couch is closer," Yami lays Yugi onto the black leather couch and gets on top.

Yugi's hands undo the buttons on Yami's shirt and sits back to look at him. He's well shaped and with light muscles. He's so well kept.

Yami undoes Yugi's jeans and pulls Yugi's growing length out, exposing the smaller. He trail his hands up Yugi's stomach and pulls his shirt of over his head.

"You look so delicate, so pale and undamaged," he leaves light kisses down the littler's chest.

Giggles escape Yugi's lips.

"Such a glorious sound," Yami nuzzles into Yugi's neck, "it means you're happy."

Yugi can barely think right now, he's naked and ready to be taken by him.

"Please... I want you," his breathing hard and quick.

Yami looks at him with lust filled eyes, but something else as well. Yugi can't quite figure out what it is.

"Yugi Moto, I love you."

A moment of silence passes before Yugi realizes he's holding his breath. He lets it go with a sentence, "I love you too, Yami."

Yugi barely finishes his sentence and Yami rips the rest of his clothes off.

"God, please don't change your mind," his hands are in the smaller's hair, pulling him into a hard, teeth clashing kiss.

They grind together, making each other moan. Here they are, completely vulnerable in front of each other. They both want nothing more than to be as close as possible with each other.

Yami flips Yugi over and pushes his upper body down. His fingers circle the outside of Yugi's opening, making him harder.

"Yami...please,"he pants.

Slowly, he slides his fingers in him, feeling his tight warmth.

He pulls them out and replaces them with himself. Pushing in, Yugi lets out a moan.

"Harder, Yami,"

He shakes his head, although Yugi can't see it, "I need this slow," he mutters in a soft and loving voice.

He reaches around and gently feels the smaller's erection. It's hard and soft at the same time. He starts pumping it.

Yugi cries out, he can't take the double pleasure for long, and only too soon, the couch is covered in his release.

Yami follows soon, panting hard into Yugi's back.

Yugi breathes into the couch, "That was quick."

"Um sorry, that was...my first..." He trails off.

Yami pulls out and Yugi flips back over, "Really?"

Yami flexes his wings, "I'm kinda a freak..." He lowers his head in shame.

"You're not a freak Yami," he places his hands on both sides of his face and lifts him so he can see his crimson eyes. He places a light kiss on his lips, "I just thought since you talk and act like you've experienced this type of thing before."

"I know sometimes I do, but when you're as old as I am, you pick up some stuff. I'm a pretty good actor," he says with a small smile.

There's a moment of silence and Yugi takes his lover's hands as they get off the couch, "Lets clean up and go home," they kiss.