" The Final Judgement "
By JessieHeart
~( Disclaimer: I don't claim to own the characters of Yu-Gi-Oh! or related iteams. Thank You. )~
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The more things change, the more they stay the same.
It's true. Ryou could see it everywhere.
Kaiba's Battle City tournament had ended a week ago. The world was unknowingly save once more, and the Kaiba Corp blimp had landed. Everyone in need of medical care got it, and as always each friend supported another.
Yugi went back to being a friendly, kind-hearted wimp with the Millenium Puzzle's spirit to take care of, Tea continued to cheer him on. Tristin still admired Serenity and had his fights with his best friend. Mai continued to be a loner, but didn't forget to stop by every now and then to pick lovingly on Joey.
Things had changed so much, and yet all together stayed the same.
Ryou now lay in his own bed, entire body sore. He did not know for sure how he came about his injuries. He just figured it must have been the result of another one of his Yami's schemes, a theory not completely far-fetched. However, he hadn't seen Yami since the tournament, and could not ask. Ryou's left arm prickled with sharp pain and a cut ran across his hand to wrist.
The mild torture was kind enough to pass into uneasy sleep and Ryou's mind slipped away.
He found himself in a dream-like stage, before him lay an endless grassy field pierced only by a narrow stream. The wind brushed the grass like waves and tickled Ryou's bare back. He realized he was only wearing his pajama bottoms and bandage wrapped around his upper arm and hand. Now, however, all pain was gone.
Ryou followed the glassy river until he came to a small bridge. Someone was standing on it, back facing Ryou, staring at the water.
Ryou approached the person, who turned. It was Bakura, his Yami.
Bakura was clad in Egyptian clothing, with gold cuffs on each wrist. He would have appeared noble if he hadn't looked so tired and thin.
"Yami…" Ryou said, stepping forward. His kind nature was taking over. Bakura held up and hand to stop him. "You've been gone for so long…"
"I've barely been able to sustain myself in the back of your mind…" Bakura explained quietly. "I lost a lot of energy in my duel with Malik…"
"What? Will you be alright?"
"Me? You're the one who looks terrible." Said Bakura, his usually cruel voice now sad. "But you're right. Soon, I won't be here at all."
Ryou shook his head. "Yami, as long as I'm alive, you can't-"
Bakura closed the gap between them, and with the hand that should have struck Ryou instead placed a finger on Ryou's lips. The boy was instantly silenced. Usually, such close proximity meant that Bakura want to beat him. But instead, he examined Ryou's bandaged hand.
"There isn't enough power in our Millenium Ring nor strength in your body to heal us both. Only one of us can stay… And since you can survive without me…" Bakura paused. "I'm going to vanish and let my spirit pass into the afterlife."
Ryou faltered. They were both silent. The only sound came from the stream passing below.
Ryou swallowed. "No…"
"I've been nothing but a parasite!" Bakura said harshly. "I suspended my life to satisfy my greed for power and in turn sacrificing you to do so. But I've failing. 5,000 years of trying, and I've still failed."
Bakura was growing fuzzy around the edges, slowly disappearing from view. Ryou could not believe that his Yami was going to die…
Bakura unwrapped the bandages around the cut on Ryou's hand. Ryou winced at fresh pain. Bakura frowned at the injury he caused his lighter half and said, "I'm sorry…" He gently kissed the hand with vanishing lips so soft Ryou could barely feel it.
Bakura vanished completely, but not without using a pet name he never spoke before.
"Aibou…"
Ryou sat up in bed instantly, the sound of his Yami's voice lingering.
Ryou turned to he bedside table where his Millenium Ring lay. He picked it up and held it close to his heart.
He could no longer sense Yami's spirit.
*
By JessieHeart
~( Disclaimer: I don't claim to own the characters of Yu-Gi-Oh! or related iteams. Thank You. )~
*
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
It's true. Ryou could see it everywhere.
Kaiba's Battle City tournament had ended a week ago. The world was unknowingly save once more, and the Kaiba Corp blimp had landed. Everyone in need of medical care got it, and as always each friend supported another.
Yugi went back to being a friendly, kind-hearted wimp with the Millenium Puzzle's spirit to take care of, Tea continued to cheer him on. Tristin still admired Serenity and had his fights with his best friend. Mai continued to be a loner, but didn't forget to stop by every now and then to pick lovingly on Joey.
Things had changed so much, and yet all together stayed the same.
Ryou now lay in his own bed, entire body sore. He did not know for sure how he came about his injuries. He just figured it must have been the result of another one of his Yami's schemes, a theory not completely far-fetched. However, he hadn't seen Yami since the tournament, and could not ask. Ryou's left arm prickled with sharp pain and a cut ran across his hand to wrist.
The mild torture was kind enough to pass into uneasy sleep and Ryou's mind slipped away.
He found himself in a dream-like stage, before him lay an endless grassy field pierced only by a narrow stream. The wind brushed the grass like waves and tickled Ryou's bare back. He realized he was only wearing his pajama bottoms and bandage wrapped around his upper arm and hand. Now, however, all pain was gone.
Ryou followed the glassy river until he came to a small bridge. Someone was standing on it, back facing Ryou, staring at the water.
Ryou approached the person, who turned. It was Bakura, his Yami.
Bakura was clad in Egyptian clothing, with gold cuffs on each wrist. He would have appeared noble if he hadn't looked so tired and thin.
"Yami…" Ryou said, stepping forward. His kind nature was taking over. Bakura held up and hand to stop him. "You've been gone for so long…"
"I've barely been able to sustain myself in the back of your mind…" Bakura explained quietly. "I lost a lot of energy in my duel with Malik…"
"What? Will you be alright?"
"Me? You're the one who looks terrible." Said Bakura, his usually cruel voice now sad. "But you're right. Soon, I won't be here at all."
Ryou shook his head. "Yami, as long as I'm alive, you can't-"
Bakura closed the gap between them, and with the hand that should have struck Ryou instead placed a finger on Ryou's lips. The boy was instantly silenced. Usually, such close proximity meant that Bakura want to beat him. But instead, he examined Ryou's bandaged hand.
"There isn't enough power in our Millenium Ring nor strength in your body to heal us both. Only one of us can stay… And since you can survive without me…" Bakura paused. "I'm going to vanish and let my spirit pass into the afterlife."
Ryou faltered. They were both silent. The only sound came from the stream passing below.
Ryou swallowed. "No…"
"I've been nothing but a parasite!" Bakura said harshly. "I suspended my life to satisfy my greed for power and in turn sacrificing you to do so. But I've failing. 5,000 years of trying, and I've still failed."
Bakura was growing fuzzy around the edges, slowly disappearing from view. Ryou could not believe that his Yami was going to die…
Bakura unwrapped the bandages around the cut on Ryou's hand. Ryou winced at fresh pain. Bakura frowned at the injury he caused his lighter half and said, "I'm sorry…" He gently kissed the hand with vanishing lips so soft Ryou could barely feel it.
Bakura vanished completely, but not without using a pet name he never spoke before.
"Aibou…"
Ryou sat up in bed instantly, the sound of his Yami's voice lingering.
Ryou turned to he bedside table where his Millenium Ring lay. He picked it up and held it close to his heart.
He could no longer sense Yami's spirit.
*