Okami- I'm making an angst fic again. I know I don't like making
these much but it seems to get me more reviews.
Xilven- Just add humor.
Okami- Maybe in the later chapters...this might be a one shot but if you review I might continue...hint hint...
(Yugi's POV)
When did this start? Oh yeah! After Battle City. Yami and I went to go get his memories back. I don't know what had gone wrong.
Bakura and Yami left. Isis said that they had finally been put to rest. I know I should be happy that Yami found peace but it didn't change that fact that I missed him.
Ryou cried when Bakura left. He killed himself soon after. No doubt he wanted to be with him {NOT YAOI}.
Jou and the others tried to comfort me. For that I'm grateful. But nothing can relive this pain. The pain of emptiness. Yami was my other half. My dark. A part of myself. Without him I wasn't whole. I was incomplete.
I've felt like this before Yami. But it wasn't this bad. Yami made me feel so happy and safe. And to just have him torn away is painful.
A light can't survive without a dark.
I went to Ryou's funeral. Everyone else was there. Ryou...even when he killed himself he's done it in a neat way.
Ryou slit his wrists while inside a bathtub. His father had come home and found him dead. I saw Mr. Bakura at the funeral.
He was crying his eyes out. I know he blames himself. For never being home. For never giving Ryou the love that he needed. For leaving him with an empty and lonely life.
He was distraught. His son. His only living family member. His own son had killed himself. I didn't cry at the funeral.
When Yami left, I didn't cry. When Ryou died I didn't cry. My tears refused to come out. For I believed they were still there. And to let out the tears would mean that I've acknowledged that they're not.
My face let out nothing. But in my soul room I was drowning. The tears spilled out as if I had holes poked into my sides. The water streamed out and leaked through my door.
I never go out into the hallway. If I did I'd see that his, my Yami's door was gone.
They say I should cry. That I needed to get that pain out. That it would make me feel better. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. I shouldn't.
And so the darkness of sorrow grew.
I wondered what it was like to die. To never feel anything again. Was there really an afterlife as the Egyptians thought? Is there anything at all?
I wanted death. Death would free me. I wouldn't have to feel these pains again. I may even see him again...how I longed for it.
I never smiled now. I never spoke. A thick fog of gloominess shielded me from the outside world. I saw nothing. Expected nothing. Heard nothing. And felt only sorrow. No emotions showed.
I thought though. I never stopped thinking. About battle city. I had promised Yami that I would save the world and get his memories back.
All that seemed so long ago now. The happy days of dueling. I can't duel anymore. I think of him when I do. I still have my deck. It's collecting dust. I apologize to my faithful monsters.
I hardly ate now. I barely slept. Grandpa tried everything he could think of. Candies, doctors, games and even...girls...
The candy was bitter. The doctors were stupid. The games bored me. The girls went home crying or in shock at how a boy can be so emotionless.
I didn't care. I didn't care anymore. I never heard my friends calling for me. Are they even my friends? I don't know anymore. I don't know anything anymore.
It was raining. I was coming home from school again. In the back of my mind I faintly noticed that I was cold.
The lack of sleep had made it hard for me to see. I didn't notice the car coming. The driver didn't see me. There was bright lights for a second before I found myself lying in the mud. I wondered slightly why I was in the mud.
There was no pain. I was completely numb. Three ribs, right arm and both legs were broken of snapped. The driver stopped the car and came running.
Finally I felt slight pain. It was a ripping sensation. Like the ones I got when my soul was separated from my body and trapped in card.
I feel sleepy. I want so much to go to sleep. Somewhere in my mind, I knew that if I closed my eyes I'd never wake up. It's getting hard to breath now. With one last sigh I decide to give in to the darkness.
Okami-I killed Yugi again...why? I love Yugi...and for some people who care for small details, the driver of the car was none other than Ryou's father. He's so going to get sued.
Hanko-When are you going to make it happier? This is very disturbing and it's not your style.
Okami-If I make another chapter then I get chance to add slight humor. But it depends on if you people wish for me to write more. Please RR
Xilven- Just add humor.
Okami- Maybe in the later chapters...this might be a one shot but if you review I might continue...hint hint...
(Yugi's POV)
When did this start? Oh yeah! After Battle City. Yami and I went to go get his memories back. I don't know what had gone wrong.
Bakura and Yami left. Isis said that they had finally been put to rest. I know I should be happy that Yami found peace but it didn't change that fact that I missed him.
Ryou cried when Bakura left. He killed himself soon after. No doubt he wanted to be with him {NOT YAOI}.
Jou and the others tried to comfort me. For that I'm grateful. But nothing can relive this pain. The pain of emptiness. Yami was my other half. My dark. A part of myself. Without him I wasn't whole. I was incomplete.
I've felt like this before Yami. But it wasn't this bad. Yami made me feel so happy and safe. And to just have him torn away is painful.
A light can't survive without a dark.
I went to Ryou's funeral. Everyone else was there. Ryou...even when he killed himself he's done it in a neat way.
Ryou slit his wrists while inside a bathtub. His father had come home and found him dead. I saw Mr. Bakura at the funeral.
He was crying his eyes out. I know he blames himself. For never being home. For never giving Ryou the love that he needed. For leaving him with an empty and lonely life.
He was distraught. His son. His only living family member. His own son had killed himself. I didn't cry at the funeral.
When Yami left, I didn't cry. When Ryou died I didn't cry. My tears refused to come out. For I believed they were still there. And to let out the tears would mean that I've acknowledged that they're not.
My face let out nothing. But in my soul room I was drowning. The tears spilled out as if I had holes poked into my sides. The water streamed out and leaked through my door.
I never go out into the hallway. If I did I'd see that his, my Yami's door was gone.
They say I should cry. That I needed to get that pain out. That it would make me feel better. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. I shouldn't.
And so the darkness of sorrow grew.
I wondered what it was like to die. To never feel anything again. Was there really an afterlife as the Egyptians thought? Is there anything at all?
I wanted death. Death would free me. I wouldn't have to feel these pains again. I may even see him again...how I longed for it.
I never smiled now. I never spoke. A thick fog of gloominess shielded me from the outside world. I saw nothing. Expected nothing. Heard nothing. And felt only sorrow. No emotions showed.
I thought though. I never stopped thinking. About battle city. I had promised Yami that I would save the world and get his memories back.
All that seemed so long ago now. The happy days of dueling. I can't duel anymore. I think of him when I do. I still have my deck. It's collecting dust. I apologize to my faithful monsters.
I hardly ate now. I barely slept. Grandpa tried everything he could think of. Candies, doctors, games and even...girls...
The candy was bitter. The doctors were stupid. The games bored me. The girls went home crying or in shock at how a boy can be so emotionless.
I didn't care. I didn't care anymore. I never heard my friends calling for me. Are they even my friends? I don't know anymore. I don't know anything anymore.
It was raining. I was coming home from school again. In the back of my mind I faintly noticed that I was cold.
The lack of sleep had made it hard for me to see. I didn't notice the car coming. The driver didn't see me. There was bright lights for a second before I found myself lying in the mud. I wondered slightly why I was in the mud.
There was no pain. I was completely numb. Three ribs, right arm and both legs were broken of snapped. The driver stopped the car and came running.
Finally I felt slight pain. It was a ripping sensation. Like the ones I got when my soul was separated from my body and trapped in card.
I feel sleepy. I want so much to go to sleep. Somewhere in my mind, I knew that if I closed my eyes I'd never wake up. It's getting hard to breath now. With one last sigh I decide to give in to the darkness.
Okami-I killed Yugi again...why? I love Yugi...and for some people who care for small details, the driver of the car was none other than Ryou's father. He's so going to get sued.
Hanko-When are you going to make it happier? This is very disturbing and it's not your style.
Okami-If I make another chapter then I get chance to add slight humor. But it depends on if you people wish for me to write more. Please RR