*EDIT* There was a typo! The line goes "It's only me, myself and I. No evil thoughts staining my pure mind." Fanfiction must have messed up or something. It was perfectly fine in my word processor. Must have been a copy-paste error. :/
Honestly, does this count as a fic? As a whole, it's only 125 words...
Anyway, I wrote this during my Bio class because I get SO BORED. I always wondered what it would be like to be Ryou once the Spirit of the Millennium Ring was gone. How did he feel? Was he relieved, shocked, scared? I like to believe he was happy again. The kid is a tad insane, and thus the story is composed of really bad sentence fragments. I think it allows us to peek into his psyche that way. He's seeing things with his own eyes for the first time in quite some time.
Yu-Gi-Oh belongs to Kazuki Takahashi, blah blah blah. I own this story. Please review! :D
Scattered leaves. A light breeze. A sky so clear without a cloud marring it. Tall trees shed leaves. Birds migrate. A familiar melody playing throughout the shopping district. Children laughing and asking for crepes.
I stand alone on the sidewalk, the first time I've been outside without feeling threatened. Hair follows the breeze. Inhalation. The sunlight so bright to eyes so new. Blink. A car honks.
It's only me, myself, and I. No evil thoughts staining my pure mind. Tighten the scarf, adjust the hat. A puddle. Reflection of a white-haired male.
I touch my chest. No ancient trinket. No evil spirit. No pain.
The breeze picks up. Exhale. The light changes. Crosswalk. Freedom. Friends. A smile lights up my face. Freedom to have friends.