A/N: This fic takes place immediately after the conclusion of Battle City. Slight AU, as most events do not match completely. Yugi and gang were having a few days off, but unfortunately, there's no rest for the wicked. Isis/Ishizu and Malik/Marik will be known as Isis and Malik. I can't stand the dubbed names of those two.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, hospitals, or even a packet of M & M's.
A big thank you to my beta, Duckydeary, even if she was very unhelpful for a while! :-p
Raigeki
"Man, I'm officially screwed. I really can't believe I did that! Serenity. I'm sorry. I tried. You gotta believe I tried! I tried real hard not to do it, but I just lost it. I lost control. I'm really sorry sis, I'm the world's worst brother. I'm sorry. Sorry...."
He stared at the coldly burning blade, mesmerised by the water vapour condensing upon the stinging, reflective surface, hardly daring to breath, fascinated as it evaporated again, the shiny, freshly polished dagger mirroring his wildly dishevelled blond hair. Then, he breathed again, and the tiny individual crystals clouded his consciousness, which, when cleared again, showed a different perspective.
The rhythm of each splash of sizzling droplets of blood upon the concert floor increased, until they mixed and blended with the drumming of the blood pounding inside his ears. Mercilessly they beat upon his brain, while perspiration gathered at his brows. Louder and harsher they screamed, until the dagger hit the ground with an unheard clatter, and Joey muffled his howls of frustration to barely audible whimpers and violent shudders that jogged his spine, till he lay, exhausted, a crazy grin decorating his face.
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