Me: Sorry this took so long everybody!
You asked for it, you got it!
REVIEWS! YAY!
Ryouka Nocturnal: Hurray! People like this! Yeah, Malik dies... sorry everyone, but it wouldn't be a suicidal fic if no one died... Too bad it had to be Malik, I don't think Tea would have gotten as good reviews. (Sorry all Tea fans!)
Cat: I know. Let's all cry together over poor Malik's death... *cries*
Yami girl: Really, I did? Wow, I never thought I could do that...
Silent-angel1413: Well, here you go!
Case: I got a yami to cry? Wow, my story was really sad then... That's only the second time that's happened... You don't wanna hear about the first, though.
Heather MacCloud: It did? Sorry, I kinda liked it better that way. I can't please everyone 100%. I'm glad you liked it anyway!
Me: THANK YOU ALL FOR REVIEWING!
Ryou: Can we go now?
Malik: I'M DEAD HERE!
Bakura: Good. Dead don't talk. *covers Malik's mouth*
Me: BAKURA!
WARNING: SHOUENEN-AI! There is a bit of Shouenen-ai in this, so don't complain about it! You have been warned!
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Ryou sat down on front of the stone. As with all the times before, he began to cry. It had been ten years. Ten long years had passed since Malik had died. He still couldn't get that last picture out of his mind. As he had lost consciousness that day, he remembered Malik's face turning from confused to a mixture of fright, worry, and concern. That was it. Then he never saw Malik again.
Sometimes he would find Isis already there, on days like today. She mourned there a countless number of times, for she had been hit the worst. Ryou only came out twice a year, Malik's birthday and death day. He avoided the spot as much as possible otherwise.
Usually when he sat there, he would talk as if Malik were sitting right next to him. Today he didn't. Today was too sad, and he had his daughter with him as well. She got worried when he talked to himself; it usually meant something bad was about to happen. (Think: Bakura)
Sesha, his daughter. She was a wonderful little six-year-old now, so full of energy and joy. He loved her. Which had been strange for him. After Malik died, he wasn't sure if he would be able to love ever again. He had been able to love, though only long enough to get married and have a child. Then he was re-overcome by the feelings of loss, and the two divorced. His daughter was all they had to show for their relationship.
Ryou just sat there, thinking, his arms hugging his knees. He was humming a tune he didn't know he knew. And things were just like that. That's how it seemed to be when he couldn't talk to Malik. Just depressing.
He chided himself at the thought. He knew he probably wasn't even talking to Malik. It was just... comforting in a way. To know he could talk there, and nothing would get out. And maybe, just maybe, Malik could actually hear him. Either way, he couldn't now.
Ryou felt something near his chest. Looking down, a tassel of the Millennium Ring was indicating behind him. That was different.
{It must be Isis. Maybe Yugi, though probably not.}
He became aware of his daughter clutching his arm rather tightly. "Daddy, there's a strange man standing behind you."
{Strange man?} That certainly narrowed the possibilities. She already knew Yugi, so the only other person it could be would be Shadi. And he wasn't in the mood to talk to him.
"Hey, Ryou! It's been all this time, and you don't even say so much as to 'hi' to me?" He suddenly shot upright, chills running down his back. Had he just heard right? There was no way... no way that that was even possible. So then how?
Ryou slowly turned around, not exactly sure what he'd see. There was no mistaking the figure. The golden hair, the blue eyes, the smile that was always full of mischief... "M-m-m-mal-l-lik-k-k..."
Ryou jumped at Malik and clutched him tight. He just stood there, bawling all over his friend's shoulder. The friend he had missed so much, the friend he had thought he lost ten years ago, had now reappeared right before his eyes. He felt the warmth of Malik's body heat as the embrace was returned. For a few moments they just stood there, entwined like lovers. They had been apart for so long, and now...
"Daddy, what's going on?" Ryou turned to see Sesha staring up at him, confused. "Who is he?"
Ryou and Malik blushed, realizing what they just did in front of a little girl. "Um... this is my friend. I haven't seen him in a long time, so..."
Sesha smiled, seeming to understand. "So you did what you sometimes do with Mommy!"
Ryou's face flushed a bright, bright red. "Sesha, dear, don't tell anyone what Daddy just did..."
Sesha cracked the hugest grin imaginable on her face. Malik turned to Ryou. "Lemme guess... we're toast."
"Pretty much." Ryou was now looking at Malik with interest. "By the way, how did you survive? I mean, Isis saw you fall off the cliff. And I, well..."
"I don't know." He looked at Malik in surprise. "Honest to Ra, I don't know how. I just... woke up on a beach.
"I'm not even positive I'm still alive." Malik sighed and walked over to the railing. He leaned and took a good look out over the ocean before continuing.
"Ever since I woke up, strange things were happening. People sometimes didn't seem to see me. There was one time when... well, the shock of it must've scrambled my memory a bit, but I think a bus drove... right through me."
Ryou was now really interested.
"And another time... I think I floated. It was weird, but... it definitely wasn't a dream. And things like that."
Malik turned to Ryou. "I don't think I'm truly alive. I just can't convince myself that I am. Everything is too coincidental.
"I'm saying goodbye, Ryou." A sharp gasp met this statement. "I don't want to hurt you again, by getting too close to you. I didn't even give a proper goodbye last time."
Ryou was suddenly pulled towards Malik's body. Before he even realized what was happening, he felt the delicate touch of Malik's lips on his own. The two were entwined again. He stopped breathing suddenly. Ryou knew there wasn't something right about this. But it felt so nice, so warm, so inviting, that he just gave in to Malik. After what seemed like hours, but really only a few seconds, the grip around his neck loosened. Malik stepped away to breathe, leaving Ryou standing there. {What did I just feel...?}
"I'm going to tell Isis. That's the last I plan on anyone seeing me who'll recognize me. Goodbye, Ryou."
His eyes opened, and Malik was gone. He knew he wasn't coming back this time. Malik was gone forever now.
"Oh, Daddy just kissed another guy!" Sesha grinned, knowing what power she now had over him. Though "blackmail" wasn't a familiar concept to her, she had it. Ignoring his daughter, Ryou turned to the stone erected at the sight where Malik had leapt from ten years ago.
"To the fallen angel who lost his way,
May the seas bring you the peace at last,
That you have been searching for your life."
There was no name.
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Me: Well?
Ryou: *cries*
Bakura: Uh...
Malik: Sure, whatever...
Me: Review, please! That's how I know you like this! (Or you don't, depending on what you say.)
You asked for it, you got it!
REVIEWS! YAY!
Ryouka Nocturnal: Hurray! People like this! Yeah, Malik dies... sorry everyone, but it wouldn't be a suicidal fic if no one died... Too bad it had to be Malik, I don't think Tea would have gotten as good reviews. (Sorry all Tea fans!)
Cat: I know. Let's all cry together over poor Malik's death... *cries*
Yami girl: Really, I did? Wow, I never thought I could do that...
Silent-angel1413: Well, here you go!
Case: I got a yami to cry? Wow, my story was really sad then... That's only the second time that's happened... You don't wanna hear about the first, though.
Heather MacCloud: It did? Sorry, I kinda liked it better that way. I can't please everyone 100%. I'm glad you liked it anyway!
Me: THANK YOU ALL FOR REVIEWING!
Ryou: Can we go now?
Malik: I'M DEAD HERE!
Bakura: Good. Dead don't talk. *covers Malik's mouth*
Me: BAKURA!
WARNING: SHOUENEN-AI! There is a bit of Shouenen-ai in this, so don't complain about it! You have been warned!
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Ryou sat down on front of the stone. As with all the times before, he began to cry. It had been ten years. Ten long years had passed since Malik had died. He still couldn't get that last picture out of his mind. As he had lost consciousness that day, he remembered Malik's face turning from confused to a mixture of fright, worry, and concern. That was it. Then he never saw Malik again.
Sometimes he would find Isis already there, on days like today. She mourned there a countless number of times, for she had been hit the worst. Ryou only came out twice a year, Malik's birthday and death day. He avoided the spot as much as possible otherwise.
Usually when he sat there, he would talk as if Malik were sitting right next to him. Today he didn't. Today was too sad, and he had his daughter with him as well. She got worried when he talked to himself; it usually meant something bad was about to happen. (Think: Bakura)
Sesha, his daughter. She was a wonderful little six-year-old now, so full of energy and joy. He loved her. Which had been strange for him. After Malik died, he wasn't sure if he would be able to love ever again. He had been able to love, though only long enough to get married and have a child. Then he was re-overcome by the feelings of loss, and the two divorced. His daughter was all they had to show for their relationship.
Ryou just sat there, thinking, his arms hugging his knees. He was humming a tune he didn't know he knew. And things were just like that. That's how it seemed to be when he couldn't talk to Malik. Just depressing.
He chided himself at the thought. He knew he probably wasn't even talking to Malik. It was just... comforting in a way. To know he could talk there, and nothing would get out. And maybe, just maybe, Malik could actually hear him. Either way, he couldn't now.
Ryou felt something near his chest. Looking down, a tassel of the Millennium Ring was indicating behind him. That was different.
{It must be Isis. Maybe Yugi, though probably not.}
He became aware of his daughter clutching his arm rather tightly. "Daddy, there's a strange man standing behind you."
{Strange man?} That certainly narrowed the possibilities. She already knew Yugi, so the only other person it could be would be Shadi. And he wasn't in the mood to talk to him.
"Hey, Ryou! It's been all this time, and you don't even say so much as to 'hi' to me?" He suddenly shot upright, chills running down his back. Had he just heard right? There was no way... no way that that was even possible. So then how?
Ryou slowly turned around, not exactly sure what he'd see. There was no mistaking the figure. The golden hair, the blue eyes, the smile that was always full of mischief... "M-m-m-mal-l-lik-k-k..."
Ryou jumped at Malik and clutched him tight. He just stood there, bawling all over his friend's shoulder. The friend he had missed so much, the friend he had thought he lost ten years ago, had now reappeared right before his eyes. He felt the warmth of Malik's body heat as the embrace was returned. For a few moments they just stood there, entwined like lovers. They had been apart for so long, and now...
"Daddy, what's going on?" Ryou turned to see Sesha staring up at him, confused. "Who is he?"
Ryou and Malik blushed, realizing what they just did in front of a little girl. "Um... this is my friend. I haven't seen him in a long time, so..."
Sesha smiled, seeming to understand. "So you did what you sometimes do with Mommy!"
Ryou's face flushed a bright, bright red. "Sesha, dear, don't tell anyone what Daddy just did..."
Sesha cracked the hugest grin imaginable on her face. Malik turned to Ryou. "Lemme guess... we're toast."
"Pretty much." Ryou was now looking at Malik with interest. "By the way, how did you survive? I mean, Isis saw you fall off the cliff. And I, well..."
"I don't know." He looked at Malik in surprise. "Honest to Ra, I don't know how. I just... woke up on a beach.
"I'm not even positive I'm still alive." Malik sighed and walked over to the railing. He leaned and took a good look out over the ocean before continuing.
"Ever since I woke up, strange things were happening. People sometimes didn't seem to see me. There was one time when... well, the shock of it must've scrambled my memory a bit, but I think a bus drove... right through me."
Ryou was now really interested.
"And another time... I think I floated. It was weird, but... it definitely wasn't a dream. And things like that."
Malik turned to Ryou. "I don't think I'm truly alive. I just can't convince myself that I am. Everything is too coincidental.
"I'm saying goodbye, Ryou." A sharp gasp met this statement. "I don't want to hurt you again, by getting too close to you. I didn't even give a proper goodbye last time."
Ryou was suddenly pulled towards Malik's body. Before he even realized what was happening, he felt the delicate touch of Malik's lips on his own. The two were entwined again. He stopped breathing suddenly. Ryou knew there wasn't something right about this. But it felt so nice, so warm, so inviting, that he just gave in to Malik. After what seemed like hours, but really only a few seconds, the grip around his neck loosened. Malik stepped away to breathe, leaving Ryou standing there. {What did I just feel...?}
"I'm going to tell Isis. That's the last I plan on anyone seeing me who'll recognize me. Goodbye, Ryou."
His eyes opened, and Malik was gone. He knew he wasn't coming back this time. Malik was gone forever now.
"Oh, Daddy just kissed another guy!" Sesha grinned, knowing what power she now had over him. Though "blackmail" wasn't a familiar concept to her, she had it. Ignoring his daughter, Ryou turned to the stone erected at the sight where Malik had leapt from ten years ago.
"To the fallen angel who lost his way,
May the seas bring you the peace at last,
That you have been searching for your life."
There was no name.
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Me: Well?
Ryou: *cries*
Bakura: Uh...
Malik: Sure, whatever...
Me: Review, please! That's how I know you like this! (Or you don't, depending on what you say.)