Warnings: Yaoi, Polygamy, suicide and death. (Don't ask how I managed that)
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Notes: This is very dark and depressing and it cant to me about an hour and a half ago and had to be written. At the moment this is a one shot unless I get a review asking for more. If I do it will only be four chapters long and be quite short in length. As for my other stories they will be updated soon. Please read and review and tell me if you think I should continue or not. THANKS!
Death
He held the knife up and watched as the pale light of the moon glinted off the sharp blade.
He'd fantasised about this moment for a while. Always dreamed that it would be a bigger knife though. Dreamed of the bread knife with its sharp jagged teeth that rips through the doughy bread or the butcher's knife with its large expanse of steel that cuts flesh so easily. But in his hand there was only the small, simple but sharp knife used for cutting vegetables.
It would have been too risky to take one of the knives from his fantasies. They might have noticed its absence. But they wouldn't notice the absence of the small knife now held in his hand. No, it was always going missing, usually being put in the draw instead of back into the wooden knife block.
He smiled now. Glad that what once was an annoyance was now working to his advantage.
He brought that knife back down and rested the blade against his wrist and slowly dragged it across the flesh. The cut wouldn't do much damage. He just wanted to relish the pain. He'd been doing this for a while now but no one had noticed. They hadn't noticed that he was now wearing long sleeves; they most likely thought the change was due to the colder months approaching.
He watched the blood creep slowly out of the wound and how the beautiful red colour stained the shiny silver surface of the knife. He watched how the moon reflected off the blood, making it glow.
He brought the knife against his wrist again, but this time it was to cause damage. Tonight he was going to stop cutting himself. It was a weak way to make himself feel better, there were better ways. If he wanted to get hurt he could take up a martial art or something. He didn't want to continue this pathetic attempt at making himself happy. He felt like a teenager in an attempt to get attention. He didn't want attention. So he would stop cutting and do what he really wanted to do. He wanted to die. So tonight he would kill himself.
He pushed the knife into his flesh and drew it across in a quick but deep slash. He knew he was doing it the slow way but he still need time to think about why he was doing this.
Well he knew why he was doing this. He was useless. No one needed him or wanted him anymore.
His light had grown up and had a family. Not a conventional family but one none the less. He laughed as he added another slash that nicked his vein and blood stared to pour out quicker. Who would have thought that innocent little Yugi Mutou would turn into a polygamist and have three wives and two husbands? Maybe they were more alike than people realised. When he was Pharaoh he had had a harem had he not?
Yugi had married Mai first which was surprising then they added Joey, then his sister Shizuka. After that he married Anzu and finally Ryou although Bakura bitched about it for a while. At the moment he is dating Mokuba who will probably be his third husband. They all live together and are all married to Yugi not each other. But Yugi was happy and that's all that mattered to him.
He added another gash to the ever-growing number on his wrist while he thought about the rest of the gang. Everyone else had paired off. Seto and Isis had married and had little time to spend on anyone else especially him. Isis' brother Malik had gone back to Egypt to spend his life with Rishid while his yami, Marik, had stayed in Japan to be with Bakura.
Marik and Bakura seemed to enjoy following him and rubbing his face into the fact that he was alone and unwanted by everyone.
Even Tristan and Duke had got together, there were even rumours that Pegasus had brought his wife back from the dead. No one would bother doing that for him though.
He wanted to die more now than ever. He put the tip of the knife at the inside of his elbow on his abused arm that was now painted red with his blood and drew the knife down to his wrist, slicing through the wounds he had made earlier and the length of the vein. He did this on the other arm, slicing his vein from elbow to wrist.
The blood was leaving his body quicker now. His breaths laboured. The knife fell from his hand as he started to sway from the blood loss before finally falling off the bench. And on to the knife, which punctured his side between two ribs, making him gasp.
His vision was fading as he stared up at the moon. A person of shining white and another of shining gold came into his limited sight. He smiled up at them his hazy mind telling him that they were angels.
"Pharaoh?" the white one asked its voice scared.
He frowned. He knew that voice although it usually didn't sound like that. The fought through his hazy mind to come up with an answer. He could feel his blood pooling around him even though his body had long ago gone numb. His mind came up with an answer to whom the voice belonged to and he smiled again.
"Bakura," he whispered "and Marik" He continued to smile at them. He coughed harshly and brought up blood. Some distant part of his mind told him that he must have punctured his lung.
He smiled at the pair again. "Goodbye" was all he said as the blackness engulfed him and his eyes the same colour as the pool around him closed.
Notes: Well wasnt that fun? Review if you want me to add more!
