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Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh GX
Title: Waiting To Die
Characters: Amon Garam
Word Count: 329||Status: One-shot
Genre: Angst||Rated: PG-13
Challenge: 31halloween: prompt #27, full moon
Summary: [one-shot, 31halloween, prompt #27, full moon; Amon] Amon wondered how long it would take to die. He'd never done it before. Would it hurt?
I wonder if it hurts to die. Amon had never died before. He didn't know these things. He'd never even thought about them before now. Or before two weeks earlier, at least. Before he'd found himself here, alone, and likely to stay that way for the rest of his life.
However long that was.
He lay back on the ground, arms folded behind his head, and watched as the moon rose higher and higher. A few clouds drifted here and there, and his eyes followed them without him having to think about it. One of them floated slowly in front of the moon, not quite thick enough to block out all of the silver light, but enough for Amon to notice.
I wish I were a cloud. I could float around all day and all night. Does it hurt a cloud when they die? He didn't think it did. How could it? Clouds didn't have feelings. Clouds didn't get hungry or thirsty. Clouds didn't get cold.
Behind the cloud, the moon shimmered bright and full, making it nearly as light as daylight out there. Something scuttled a short distance away. Amon tilted his head to look and caught sight of what he thought was a scorpion. He didn't move, waiting to see what it did.
Perhaps it would come over and sting him. Then he would die. That would hurt, though. Still, he'd finally be dead. Nothing more to worry about.
What would happen to his soul when he died? Would he turn into a cloud? He didn't think he deserved Heaven and he wasn't sure if he'd been bad enough for Hell.
The scorpion scuttled on out of sight and Amon sighed. Another chance to die gone.
He looked back up at the moon. The cloud passed on, winds thinning it. Amon envied the cloud. At least he missed it when it was gone. No one would miss him. Best just to die and get it over with.
The End
Note: I originally posted this back in October 2012, but now am reposting these ficlets separately instead of as a collection, in order to have each listed under their proper character and rating.