The link is gone.
The link that held our minds together has vanished. I go into myself, to that hallway where his room once was, and only find it an empty void, cold, desolate, barren, a chasm in which I would surely die if I lingered too long in. Anzu sends me glares. She hates me. She always will. It was my fault for winning the duel. She'll never forgive me. I'll never forgive me. I can't look in the mirror anymore. He used to be in the mirror, facing me, smiling that smile, the one he only smiled around me. Red eyes gleaming, face unclouded by the frown that seems permenantly etched into his features, fingers curled in greeting...
Jii-chan passed away a few years ago. No one knows but three people. My other friends never asked, I never said anything. They don't care that much about it anyway. I've only told Malik and Ryou... They keep me company sometimes. The bond between my friends and I has long vanished. He is what bound us together, and now that he is gone, so is that bond. They're free of me now. And it's not like I did them any good. I just made their lives worse. They were endangered every moment I was around them... I hope they're happy now.
Malik, Ryou, and myself are now inseperable. The Hikari's, Malik has dubbed us. The Hikari's of Atemu, Bakura, and Marik. We are all that's left of what happened. The others have forgotten us. We are now the only ones who carry the memories of our Yami's.
And we will be with them soon.
- Yuugi Mutou of Domino Japan, Prince Heba of Ancient Egypt, and Hikari of Atemu, My Yami.
Yuugi closed the book on his journal and let out a soft sigh, before looking over at his fellow Hikari's. Malik and Ryou looked back at him solemnly. "Are you both ready?" he asked, his voice more strong than he felt. They both nodded. Yuugi nodded as well, somewhat absently, before standing up, and leading the way into the bathroom, where each of the Hikari's took a razorblade. They looked at each other, and smiled, feeling happy. They would be with their Yami's soon enough. Then, Yuugi hugged them both, which they returned, before lifting his bare wrist, Malik and Ryou doing the same thing at the same moment, almost as though it were a rehearsed ritual, and at the very same moment, they brough the blades down, cutting deep into their own flesh as blood welled out of the wounds. Yuugi closed his eyes, feeling better than he had in years. They put the blades calmly on the sink counter, and sank down onto the floor together, using each other as a support until unconciousness took hold of them, and they slipped gently into Death, together to be reunited with the ones they loved so much.