Disclaimer: I don't own YGO or Held
Me: I made this one a while back and I'm just now posting it, and, yes, I am still working on all my unfinished fanfics. And, yes, Brooke, if you are reading this I am going to do that "Syrus and Chumley" fic. (Don't ask..)
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Held
It all happened so fast. The robbers. The gun. The blood shed. The one who was dying, the one she loved.
Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
Mai cried over the almost dead body before her. Why had it happened to Joey? Why not her? Why did the idiot have to get in the way of the damned bullet? Why did he have to save her?
To think that provadence would take a child from his mother while prays
is appalling
Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
Mai knelt beside Joey. "Joey... please don't die.. Joey..." This was a total nightmare. She had never let Joey know her true feelings, why did it have to end like this?
Joey slowly took a pained breath. "I'm... I'm sorry Mai.." he whispered softly, grasping her hand, trying to give her courage. Police officers and paramedics surrounded them, but neither Joey or Mai seemed to see them. Joey was going to die...
We're asking why this happens to us?
Who have died to live?
It's unfair
Mai swallowed hard. "Joey... I..." Mai closed her eyes, letting the tears freely flow.
"M..Mai, you don't have to.. say anything," Joey said in a frail voice, his eyes starting to feel heavy.
This is what it means
to be held
How feels
when the sacred is torn from your life,
and you survive
Mai held Joey's hand tighter, as if thinking that'd give him more life, more time. "Yes, Joey, yes I do."
Joey licked his lips. His took another pained breath. So, this is what it's like to die..
This is what it is
to be loved
Mai looked Joey in his hazel, dying eyes. "Joey, I know I've done some bad things to you in the past, and I know you've forgiven me. I don't deserve that forgiveness, Joey. I've cause you great pain in the past...I.. I.."
Joey was still staring at Mai, what was she trying to tell him?
and to know
that the promise was
Mai's eyes clouded with tears again. "Joey, you're the only one I ever cared about!" She took a deep breath. "Joey, you can't die! Joey, I love you!" Mai's tears ran down her face like a broken dam.
Joey looked speechless at first.
that when everything failed
we'd be held
Mai felt her heart almost stop when she saw Joey's own eyes tear up. "Mai.. I.. I love you too, that's.. that's why I had to save you.." Joey closed his eyes a moment, then looked back at Mai. Mai hated seeing Joey like this. She wanted the nightmare to be over. She wanted to wake up. WAKE UP!
This hand is bitterness
we want to taste it let the hatred know
our sorrow
Mai's lip trembled. "Joey! You can't die on me!" Mai buried her tear stricken face in Joey's blood stained shirt.
"Mai ..I ..don't know what to say.. I can't stop it.." Joey whispered, his eyes full of sadness.
The wise hand opens slowly
to Lilies of the Valley
and tomorrow
Joey laid his other hand on Mai's head, hoping just as much as she did that he could live, but even then he felt the life draining from him. The bullet had hit him in a major blood vessel, causing a slow, painful, unpreventable death, and it also hit him near his throat, making it hard to breathe. Though it was more painful to Mai than it was to Joey in a way, then again..
This is what it means
to be held
how it feels
when the sacred is torn from you life
and you survive
Joey pushed Mai away from his shirt. "Mai, look... at me.."
Mai looked at him, his eyes showed sadness and pain she almost could bear.
"Don't cry because I'm gone... don't mourn because I'm not coming back.. but let those tears fall... from your eyes.. because I love you.." he said weakly,trying to make her feel a little better, each word painful. Joey once again put his hand on the back of her head, his whole world was heading towards darkness.
This is what it is
to be loved
and know that when everything failed
we'd be held
Joey pressed his lips against Mai's in their first and only kiss. Mai wished it lasted longer than it did. Joey drew back, and with his last ounce of strength, gave Mai a smile "Mai..." Then his eyes closed, never to open again.
If hope is born of suffering
"Joey! Joey, please, no!" Mai held Joey's body close to her, it was already starting to feel cold, coldness meant death.
If this is only the beginning,
Mai looked up towards the sky as she was still on her knees. It was raining now. Why? Why? That's all she could think at the time. The continuous, unanswered question. Why?
Can we not wait
for one hour
watching for our savior?
Mai was still clutching Joey's motionless body.
This what it means
to be held
how it feels
when the sacred is torn from you life
and you survive
Mai recalled how this happened. The stupid damn bank robbers came in, demanding everyone to get out everything of value, then the head robber grabbed Mai as she started to run, she had made it to the side walk out side, he threw on down onto the pavement and had took out his gun.
Mai cried again at the new memory she wanted to forget. She remembered two gun shots.
This is what it is
to be loved
and to know that when everything failed.
That's when Joey had saved her from the robber, after Joey was shot, the police got there, but it was all to late for Joey, for the one she loved.
The End