Insanity: this story is based off a true story.
Sanity: names have been switched to protect the actual people from this story.
Both: We own the story not Yu-Gi-Oh!
Insanity: oh note Ryou is a girl :D have to do it for this story
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She wondered how it had came to this. She was sorronded and had no way out. Hands raised above her head in a gesture of surrender wasn't how she was planning to go out of this world. She had to much trouble to go out of this world by dieing on death row. She refused to be one of the thousands on death row dieing at and old age. she wouldn't be able to live with herself with everything that had happened in the past to let it all go on for years.
She reached behind her for the cold metal hiden in the waist band of her pants. Pulling it slowly from her back she pointed it at the cops surronding her. She was depermined to go out with a bang.
"Put the gun down!" yell a cop from a megaphone hiding behind a car as protection.
She smirked and took aim.
"Last chance miss! Put it down! We're only trying to help!" the cop pleaded. It was always a shame to lose such a promising youth.
Her finger went to pull the trigger and bullets filled the air. Unknown to the cops the gun was empty.
"Ryou!" someone behind the cars screamed as she fell to the floor. A peaceful smile present on her face.
The screamer tried to break through the barickade of police car and police. Success was little but she still tried.
"That was my sister!" She scream falling to the ground crying for her lose. The last thing she had left in the world was gone forever. She was not officaly all alone in this world. "She was only trying to get free. She was harmless. The gun wasn't even loaded...it wasn't even loaded!" she turned her head towards the heavens screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Miss?" the police officer made her turn towards him. His hands gripped her shoulders lightly. His eyes held sympathy but his face was hard, and collected. As if he hadn't just witnessed a girl no older than 15 beening killed over a misunderstanding.
"We need you to come back with us to the station. We have some questions we need to ask you about your sister, Ryou." pulling her to her feet he ushered her into the backseat of the cop car.
Looking around she saw the croawed of people standing around. Mothers held their children close as they cried in her arms. Fathers stood next the mothers, their arms drapped around their wive's shoulders in a comforting manner. The police lights kept flash: blue, blue, mix, red, red, mix, blue, blue...and so on.
She sat in the back of the car, silent tears running down her face. She looked towards the bridge. Ryou had been standing under it, fourth pillar in from the left. Nomally there was water there but since it was the middle of winter the canal was turned off. Ryou and her came down her quite often during winter to have little sister "outtings", as Ryou called them.
The area around was flashing reds, and blues from the police light. Paramedics stood over Ryou's body, more than likly persuming her dead. She couldnt take in anymore and looked away. Looking at her feert now covered in dirt.
And to think, only a few hours ago she and Ryou had been standing her laughing and playing games. Who knew this day could go so wrong so fast.
The car finally pulled out and back towards the road. she turned her face towards the window and counted the light poles they passed. Everything else was moving too fast for her. She needed something to cling onto, something to preocupy her mind.
She counted onehundred and thirty seven poles before they reached the station. Pulling into the drive and officer stood at her door opening holding and umbrella over her had and a blanket to wrap around herself. It had been raining sice Ryou fell to the ground, maybe it started a little before that, she couldn't remember honestly.
They walked, her with the blanket wrapped around her fraile form. The cold of the night whipped through her like she was paper. What time was it? She hadn't looked at a clock since Ryou text her last...
Sitting in the cold metal chair in and interview room, she looked around. When had they gotten in here? How long had she been here? What time was it?
"Miss Bakura, would you like something to drink? To eat maybe?" the cop asked. He was dark skinned with short black hair that curled slightly. She couldn't really tell though because his hair was cropped so close to his head.
She shook her head. She need nothing, except maybe her sister back. Then she would gladly awnser any questions they asked her. but seeing as that couldn't happen...
"Miss Ishteme-" the cop started but was cut off.
"Amane." she stated. It was the first word she had spoken in what felt like forever to her. It hurt her constricted throat.
"What?"
"My name is Amane. Miss Ishteme was my mother and I was nothing to do with her!" Amane's face was hard and cold. Anger blazed in her eyes, and her face was cast in a down in a frown.
"Okay then, Amane, do you mind telling us what happened?" the cop asked tapping the pencil that Amane didn't realize he was holding.
"I don't remeber for sure when it started. But I do know, this isn't my story. It's all of ours. Every child of that woman, that who this story belongs to. But more so than the rest of us. It belongs to Ryou."
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Insanity: thoughs? comments?
Sanity: not like your going to need them.
Insanity: true but I do like feed back keeps me motivated...