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I Know
The case was unsolved. My partner and I had been working on it for almost a year now. The victim was a twenty-two year old male. I'll never forget when I first saw the corpse, lying face-up in a roadside ditch. Milky eyes opened to the morning sky, blinded forever. His mouth hung partially open, forever silenced. Oh god those eyes though! They seemed to pierce my soul, to follow me accusingly. Rigor mortis was fully developed, pinning the time of death anywhere from twelve to twenty-four hours ago. He was lying in a crimson river, blood mixing with the muddy water contained from the other night's downpour. His light hair was fanned out beneath him, stained a dark maroon color. Soft skin marred by purplish bruises and jagged, lightning streaks of red. He was one of my best friends. My partner, and life long friend, had cried inconsolably all night after we found the body. He was so innocent, even as an adult. He seemed untainted by life, untouchable by drugs and pain. That was his flaw. The murderer had killed him in a rage; jealous of the innocence he had managed to keep intact. I know. I was there. I know who killed my best friend. I watched him being murdered, saw him draw his last shaking breath. The memories and guilt is unbearable. I know what his last words on this earth were. 'I forgive you...' How dare he!?!? He can still forgive everyone, even his own executioner. I see his wide innocent eyes every time I close my eyes. His bruised and broken face haunts my dreams. But still I hold my silence. I alone know the identity of the assassin. I alone know exactly how he was killed. But still I keep my secret. You must be wondering what kind of a friend I am to be able to protect the killer of my best friend. In time you will see. The truth is a lead weight, pulling me deeper and deeper down, into insanity. Into the depths of hell. But still I do not utter the name. The detectives run in useless circles, seeking the answers that I alone hold. But I will never tell. And they will never know. Not even my friends will know. They would not understand. So I keep my secrets. I will hold my silence. But just between you and me:
I killed Ryou Bakura
~~~*~~~
Bakura couldn't believe it. His precious light had been taken from him, and by his best friend, too. But there it was in black and white. He slammed the journal back down. He jumped the stairs two at a time, and barreled through the front door. The door banged open and shut, caught in the hungry jaws of the beast. Rain poured down, drenching him instantly. Someone's soul was going to writhe for this. His hikari would be revenged.
'Yugi Mutou, I'm coming for you.'
I Know
The case was unsolved. My partner and I had been working on it for almost a year now. The victim was a twenty-two year old male. I'll never forget when I first saw the corpse, lying face-up in a roadside ditch. Milky eyes opened to the morning sky, blinded forever. His mouth hung partially open, forever silenced. Oh god those eyes though! They seemed to pierce my soul, to follow me accusingly. Rigor mortis was fully developed, pinning the time of death anywhere from twelve to twenty-four hours ago. He was lying in a crimson river, blood mixing with the muddy water contained from the other night's downpour. His light hair was fanned out beneath him, stained a dark maroon color. Soft skin marred by purplish bruises and jagged, lightning streaks of red. He was one of my best friends. My partner, and life long friend, had cried inconsolably all night after we found the body. He was so innocent, even as an adult. He seemed untainted by life, untouchable by drugs and pain. That was his flaw. The murderer had killed him in a rage; jealous of the innocence he had managed to keep intact. I know. I was there. I know who killed my best friend. I watched him being murdered, saw him draw his last shaking breath. The memories and guilt is unbearable. I know what his last words on this earth were. 'I forgive you...' How dare he!?!? He can still forgive everyone, even his own executioner. I see his wide innocent eyes every time I close my eyes. His bruised and broken face haunts my dreams. But still I hold my silence. I alone know the identity of the assassin. I alone know exactly how he was killed. But still I keep my secret. You must be wondering what kind of a friend I am to be able to protect the killer of my best friend. In time you will see. The truth is a lead weight, pulling me deeper and deeper down, into insanity. Into the depths of hell. But still I do not utter the name. The detectives run in useless circles, seeking the answers that I alone hold. But I will never tell. And they will never know. Not even my friends will know. They would not understand. So I keep my secrets. I will hold my silence. But just between you and me:
I killed Ryou Bakura
~~~*~~~
Bakura couldn't believe it. His precious light had been taken from him, and by his best friend, too. But there it was in black and white. He slammed the journal back down. He jumped the stairs two at a time, and barreled through the front door. The door banged open and shut, caught in the hungry jaws of the beast. Rain poured down, drenching him instantly. Someone's soul was going to writhe for this. His hikari would be revenged.
'Yugi Mutou, I'm coming for you.'