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Thoughts will be in italics, like this Thoughts
The knife glinted in the dim light of Ryou's bedroom. He looked at the knife's wide blade. His own brown eyes stared back at him. Almost instantly he looked away. He hated his reflection, hated it. He hated his own pathetic self. You always said I was a pathetic mortal. And you were right. He looked at the shards of glass littering the floor. He had shattered the mirror. He didn't want to see his own pathetic death in it's cold surface. You always thought I was sweet and innocent. You were wrong. The boy walked to the window and looked out at the grey sky and fenced in yard. Would this really be his last view of this world? Ryou laughed in spite of himself. The one thing he had always wanted had always seemed so far away. And now it was so close. Then Ryou remembered. His friends. His family. Do I really want to do this? But none of that mattered anymore. He knew that he was a danger to his friends. His yami could take control anytime... He couldn't put his friends in that kind of danger. A thin red line appeared as Ryou sliced his arm with the knife. No going back now. The warm blood flowed freely now, dripping onto the carpet, staining it with red spots. Ryou felt a wave of fear. Silver tears mixed with the blood. Why am I crying? Soon I will have the one thing I've always wanted, and I'm crying.
-------------------------------------------------------------Elsewhere------ -------------------------------------------------- Yami Bakura sensed a sudden pain through his and Ryou's mental link. He sneered at his pathetic hikari. Pathetic. I suppose I should go see what's wrong anyway. Bakura walked back to Ryou's house. He opened the door the door. "Hikari? Hikari?" No answer. That was odd.
--------------------------------------------------------------Back in Ryou's bedroom-------------------------------------- The blood flowed freely now. A small pool of blood had formed where the boy lay, too weak to sit up. The terrified boy convulsed and shook. But soon he would have what he always wanted. The door burst open with a bang. "What is it this time, you pathetic..." Yami Bakura stopped mid sentence. He took in the scene. The shattered mirror, the blood stained carpet, the glinting knife... "Hikari!" shouted Yami Bakura. "What are you doing?!" Ryou looked up at him with solemn eyes. "I'm getting what I've always wanted," said Ryou softly, putting yet another slit in his already mutilated wrist. "Freedom." Ryou looked up at his yami. It must have been due to the dim light or the loss of blood, but he could have sworn he saw tears in his yami's eyes. But it must have been an illusion. "Hikari, please..." said Yami Bakura, almost pleadingly, it seemed. "And now," said Ryou, raising the knife, "I set myself free."
The knife glinted in the dim light of Ryou's bedroom. He looked at the knife's wide blade. His own brown eyes stared back at him. Almost instantly he looked away. He hated his reflection, hated it. He hated his own pathetic self. You always said I was a pathetic mortal. And you were right. He looked at the shards of glass littering the floor. He had shattered the mirror. He didn't want to see his own pathetic death in it's cold surface. You always thought I was sweet and innocent. You were wrong. The boy walked to the window and looked out at the grey sky and fenced in yard. Would this really be his last view of this world? Ryou laughed in spite of himself. The one thing he had always wanted had always seemed so far away. And now it was so close. Then Ryou remembered. His friends. His family. Do I really want to do this? But none of that mattered anymore. He knew that he was a danger to his friends. His yami could take control anytime... He couldn't put his friends in that kind of danger. A thin red line appeared as Ryou sliced his arm with the knife. No going back now. The warm blood flowed freely now, dripping onto the carpet, staining it with red spots. Ryou felt a wave of fear. Silver tears mixed with the blood. Why am I crying? Soon I will have the one thing I've always wanted, and I'm crying.
-------------------------------------------------------------Elsewhere------ -------------------------------------------------- Yami Bakura sensed a sudden pain through his and Ryou's mental link. He sneered at his pathetic hikari. Pathetic. I suppose I should go see what's wrong anyway. Bakura walked back to Ryou's house. He opened the door the door. "Hikari? Hikari?" No answer. That was odd.
--------------------------------------------------------------Back in Ryou's bedroom-------------------------------------- The blood flowed freely now. A small pool of blood had formed where the boy lay, too weak to sit up. The terrified boy convulsed and shook. But soon he would have what he always wanted. The door burst open with a bang. "What is it this time, you pathetic..." Yami Bakura stopped mid sentence. He took in the scene. The shattered mirror, the blood stained carpet, the glinting knife... "Hikari!" shouted Yami Bakura. "What are you doing?!" Ryou looked up at him with solemn eyes. "I'm getting what I've always wanted," said Ryou softly, putting yet another slit in his already mutilated wrist. "Freedom." Ryou looked up at his yami. It must have been due to the dim light or the loss of blood, but he could have sworn he saw tears in his yami's eyes. But it must have been an illusion. "Hikari, please..." said Yami Bakura, almost pleadingly, it seemed. "And now," said Ryou, raising the knife, "I set myself free."
