Disclaimer: The only characters I own here are Taimat, her sisters Isis, Sekhmet, and Hathor. No, they're not the Egyptian goddesses. They're Taimat's little sisters. I also own their older brother Sobek, and he's not the god Sobek, just their big brother.

Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

The song belongs to Rascal Flatts.

Dedications: To journey maker for being a fan and to wolf princess julie. Thanks for being a sister.

Taimat sat in the far back of her burrow, curled into a ball and sobbing loudly. Her little triplet sisters looked at her sadly at the burrow opening. They didn't know how their sister felt, but they knew her problem.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house, that don't bother me

I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out

Taimat had just lost a friend.

She blamed herself for it.

She didn't deserve this.

She cried a whole lot.

She was depressed.

She was so upset.

She was hurt.

She broke.

I'm not afraid to cry

Every once in a while even though goin on with you gone still upsets me

Their older brother Sobek watched as his beloved little sister cried in misery. There was nothing he could do for her, and he knew it, but he wouldn't dare give up on her, his dear, close sister.

There are days

Every now and again I pretend I'm okay but that's not what gets me

Sobek turned away from his crying sister and looked at the triplets. Isis the bird-woman drooped her silvery wings and her hands were clasped together in sorrow. Sekhmet the lion-woman, with her deep brown eyes, clenched her massive paws onto large, furry fists. The Apis-woman Hathor, sweet, beautiful Hathor, had her silver eyes downcast, looking at her red hooves.

What hurts the most, was being so close

And having so much to say

And watchin you walk away

Never knowing, what could have been

And not seein' that lovin' you

Is what I was tryin to do

Sobek turned from them and stalked to his burrow. He looked into his reflecting pool and took the time to see himself. Sobek, the mighty Black Crocodile, whose mighty snarl could paralyze a water buffalo, looked at his reflection. His red eyes were dull with confusion and his scales refused to shine.

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go

But Im doin' it

He sighed and curled up on his bed. Sleep avoided him. His mind was racing. He could not rest.

Its hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and Im alone

Tears rolled down Taimat's cheeks. Her heart was completely broken, shattered into a thousand tiny pieces and scattered into the four winds. She needed help, but she could not ask.

Still harder getting' up, I dressed, livin with this regret

But I know if I could do it over

I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart that I left unspoken

Her hazel eyes were bloodshot and dry. She had cried out all of her tears. Her gentle features grew hard and cruel. Her hair grew long and dark. Her quiet mouth was drawn up into a wicked grin. Her fangs gleamed with pain. Taimat had snapped at last.

What hurts the most, is being so close

And having so much to say

And watchin you walk away

Never knowing, what could have been

And not seein' that lovin' you Is what I was tryin to do

Taimat the Gentle Drake had become something sinister.

What hurts the most, was being so close

And having so much to say

And watchin you walk away

And never knowing, what could have been

And not seein that lovin' you

Is what I was tryin to do

Taimat the Goddess of Life had become…

not seein' that lovin' you

That's what I was tryin' to do

… Taimat the Wicked Dragoness.

Me (as Taimat) : Whoooo! Good one! Man I'm frightish! That's not even a real word! … Sweet.