Welcome to the last chapter. Warning: this chapter contains graphic descriptions of blood and Christian faith.
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh; this show belongs to Kazuki Takahashi, TV Tokyo, and 4kids TV. Please support the official release.
(Ryou's POV)
I sat there in the hospital. Trying to understand what had happened.
'Bakura was hit by a car… He saved me…ME… It was my fault… He's dead because of me…
Just then the doctor came in. He had a sad look on his face. "Hello, are you Ryou?" He asked.
"I- Y-yes" I stammered. I was afraid. Afraid of what would happen next. I knew what was coming, but I didn't want to believe it.
"I'm so sorry. Your friend, he- There was nothing we could do. The man that hit him was drunk and going twice the speed limit. He hit him head on and…"
I broke down crying. All my fault. Bakura died for me, all my fault...
"I'm so sorry…" The doctor tried to comfort me, but it was no use. My life was over. The love of my life was gone…
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(Ryou's POV)
I sat at home in my room. I had turned the light off and collapsed on my bed. I cried for what felt like hours.
"Why? Why Bakura? It should have been me… IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!" I yelled. My grief overtook me. I didn't want to live, I couldn't live without Bakura.
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(Marik's POV)
I stood outside Ryou's house. All the lights in his house were off.
'Poor Ryou, I hope he'll be OK…' I thought.
I knocked on the door to his house. No answer. I knocked harder. Still no answer. I rang the doorbell. But still, Ryou didn't open the door.
"I know he's home, his car is in the driveway…" I said to myself. My hand grasped the doorknob. Surprisingly, it was unlocked.
"Something's wrong. Ryou never leaves his house unlocked…" I said.
I opened the door and went in. "Ryou? Are you home?" I yelled. No answer.
I walked to Ryou's room. The door to it was closed tightly. I grabbed the doorknob and yanked. The first think I noticed is that the room smelled of blood. I quickly flipped on the lights and saw what the source of the smell was. On the bed laid Ryou. A trickle of blood was dried to his head, and the sheets were covered in blood. In one of Ryou's hands, he held a gun.
I stood there in horror, unable to look away from my once so happy and lively friend.
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(Ryou's POV)
I woke up in the arms of somebody. My head no longer ached, and I felt overall warmth surround me. I opened my eyes to see who was holding me. My chocolate eyes met crimson ones. I sat up.
"B-Bakura?" I managed to say.
Bakura just smiled at me.
"Bakura, you're alive?" I asked.
"No, do you not remember?" He asked.
"Remember? Oh, yes… " I said. I did remember. The sadness and grief had overcome me, and I had shot myself.
Bakura smiled "Oh, Ryou. I'm so sorry for leaving you. But now we can live forever, together." He said.
I frowned. "Don't be sorry, it's all my fault..."
"No it's not. You didn't see it coming. You crossed when you were supposed to. You did nothing wrong" He said.
I smiled back. I knew what Bakura was saying was true. It wasn't my fault. Despite what had happened I felt happy. Now me and Bakura can live and be happy together forever. And that's all I ever wanted.
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Complete! Sorry if the ending was cliché… But I liked it. It also makes a statement how stereotyping against gay people is wrong, because Bakura and Ryou are both boys, and they went to Heaven.
A special thanks to Iris Taishou for helping me out with my ending block. I had so many ideas for an ending, and she helped me decide on an ending.
Please review, tell me if you liked it or not, and I would like to ask a question if it's Ok with you. Do you guys like stories where an OC is the main protagonist?
