Author: Shinomori Kyo
Series: Yuugiou
Title: Your Home Sweet Home
Disclaimer: I do not own Yuugiou and do not intend to use this for money.
Notes: I believe that I wrote this while watching the first 13 episodes of the last season.
-the murdered version sadly- And now that I am typing this up, I have completed
the whole manga. The only volume that I didn't have access to was Volume 2 (... Bakura
and the RPG... version 1) But I had read everything in it from SJ years ago. I am going to
make up something that I'm titling "Kul Elna Collection" Some of the poem-fics that are going
to be in there are "What If?" ideas and others aren't. Some's basically crack-ish or ideas that didn't
work too well. The little 'poem' at the bottom of this was written right before I started typing. (about two months
after I basically completed this.) If anyone needs help, I believe that I am now a Beta.
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They said that the people of the village were evil.
'Evil' is just undefinable, always changing, never constant.
One's views of evil may be another's view of good.
The other children of the village had no chance to live.
Some were even younger than me.
If you call my surviving 'living' then you are wrong, very wrong indeed.
It was suffering.
They took all that was dear to me, my family and friends.
And they left me alone to remember their faces as they were
being slaughtered. "For the sake of the land". "In the name of 'good'".
It was as if Anubis deemed me unworthy to be with everyone.
Since my twisted destiny had yet to be fulfilled.
It took me many years and I am still trying to move past this.
It's almost impossible to.
But love, it is the hardest thing in the world to do.
All I've thought about for many years is revenge against
those who had wronged me.
But you. . .
You have made me see my own faults and how to move past.
At first, I thought that you wanted me to forget it all.
But you said that was wrong. And you couldn't ask me
to forget. Just as much as I could ask you to forget your
mother and sister.
I'm trying to move on. But it's hard.
I see that you and I were meant to be.
And I feel a warmth deep inside of me not unlike
what I felt as a child back in Kul Elna.
Yet. . . Only stronger. . .
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Kul Elna was never beautiful.
We never had enough to eat.
And we were dirt poor.
But it was home.
Thanks to you, my heart isn't in Kul Elna anymore.
It's here with you where it belongs.
Thus ending the never-ending cycle of angst.