Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to Kazuki Takahashi.
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Love is not a victory march--it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.

There were tears on his face.  There were tears on Yuugi's face, too.  But it was okay--the tears helped wash away some of the blood.

There was a lot of blood.  Neither the pharaoh nor the thief had promised to go easily.

They had been very strong: the pharaoh and his disapproving gaze, the thief and his calculations. Very strong.  If the attack had been from anyone else, the two would have destroyed him quickly and carelessly.

But it was from Ryoh and Yuugi.

So it worked.

...if only they hadn't been so against his and Yuugi's relationship....

But Ryoh wasn't stupid.  He knew the rule: love has to be forbidden; otherwise it's not true love.

And true love is full of obstacles.

And obstacles can be removed.

It was full of clichés.  It was the perfect Hollywood romance.

Ryoh wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, then crawled over the body of the thief to where Yuugi was sitting.  He pushed the pharaoh's corpse to the side and wrapped his arms around the other teenager.  Yuugi was still shaking a little, so Ryoh loosened his fingers from around the kitchen knife and set it on the ground.  He gave the other teen a quick hug, and pulled back with a smile.

"It's okay now," Ryoh said earnestly.  "We're going to be fine from now on."

Yuugi stared at the blood on his hands and the corpse of the pharaoh for several long moments.  Then he tilted his head up and gazed at Ryoh.  A small smile began to tug at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah," Yuugi replied.  He reached up and caressed Ryoh's cheek, ignoring the fresh smears of blood.  "We'll be happy."

He moved his hand to cup the back of Ryoh's head before leaning in for a kiss.