"Shi" means "death" in Japanese. And all talking is in Japanese with translations. They're pretty accurate.
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!.
Dancing To Shi's Song
Ryou was dancing. He danced and laughed with his only love. His yami.
They were in a nice house with no furniture but a small stereo in the corner and sunlight streamed through the windows. The windows were bare and large so that you could practically see the large field stretched before the home. It was a hard wood floor and the walls were painted a soft yellow making the room look golden with the added sunlight.
The Millennium Ring laid on the floor wile the two danced and laughed. There was nothing funny, but each was so beautifully joyous they just couldn't stop giggling.
Yami Bakura's face was a bit tanner and his face was not sadistic. He pulled Ryou into his arms in a loving embrace. In his brown-crimson eyes love, happiness, and care filled them.
"Aishiteru, Ryou. (I love you, Ryou.)" Yami Bakura whispered into Ryou's ear.
Ryou looked up at him. He hoped it was true… but was it?
"Daijoubu desu ka, koi? (Are you okay, love?)" He asked.
Ryou smiled and shook his head from out of his worry. It was nothing. He was in love with Bakura. His Bakura. And his Bakura loved him back. Nothing could be more perfect.
Nothing more perfect….
And that's when Ryou realized it wasn't real. His yami disappeared.
"Nani? Anata wa doku desu ka, Bakura? (What? Where are you, Bakura?!)" Ryou was scared. The room was turning black and blood began to seep through the walls. The temperature dropped considerably. "IIE! (NO!)" His yami was back but this time he was not kind or loving.
His eyes were cold and merciless as his eyes seemed to penetrate his hikari's soul. His face was full of hatred, it was pale and sadistic. His hand reached into his large pocket to pull out his favorite switchblade.
"Onegai, iie, Bakura! (Please, no, Bakura!)" Ryou whispered as he slumped down against the opposite wall still seeping blood.
"Gomen, hikari." He smirked as he raised the knife high into the air.
Ryou closed his eyes expecting for the blow that would finally end him. But it never came.
Ryou opened his eyes to find he was in his room exactly where Bakura had beaten him unconscious. It had all been a dream. Blood stains ruined his angelic appearance. Mars were visible all over his pale skin. And in that moment, as Ryou watched the rain splatter his window and he saw the crimson-stained blade next to him where Bakura had left it, Ryou wished that in the dream Bakura did kill him. Then he wouldn't have to die so slowly. He wouldn't have to dance to Shi's heartbreaking song.
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