The Final Song
Bakura always loved his violin. He began playing it when he was six and he still played it at his age of twenty five.
He really only played his beloved violin when he felt sad, depressed, or hopeless. However, when he was asked to be a violinist on a new boat, the Titanic, he would have to play when he was in any mood.
The job was nice and had good company, and he could do something he enjoyed, and have everyone on the ship enjoy it, too. Then horror struck.
As water rushed across the floor, brushing his shoes, Bakura took a deep breath. He reached to the rope coil, where his only companion lay. As he rested his chin against the leather pad, he had to rapidly blink as moisture suddenly gathered in his eyes. As he began to play a song of random notes, he finally settled on a happy, romantic slow dance song.
People- men, women; even children- rushed around him, trying to find escape in the few life boats. Bakura squeezed his eyes shut as a gun shot was fired, causing the screaming to increase. A man's voice was screaming to his fallen companion, calling the person's name over and over in a sob-ridden voice.
Bakura took a deep breath as he raised the volume of his playing.
His eyes opened determinly. He refused to stop. He wouldn't stop. Not ever.
So, Bakura slowly closed his eyes again and let a gentle calm wash over him like the frigid ocean washing over his shoes and ankles. As the mighty ship went down, and the passengers drowned and cried, the only sound that every one of the passengers heard over the crying and screaming was the lone song of a single violin player who refused to stop until the frigid waters claimed the man for his final rest.
END.