I whined and covered my head as the oncoming blows sent waves of pain down my back. The shower of attacks didn't cease, and I curled into a ball. This was the typical day. . . the typical afternoon. I'd seriously like to think of this as Physical Education, but this isn't teaching me anything. . . except possibly. . . that sometimes, life isn't worth living, unless the one you love. . . loves you back.
My Yami towers over me now. "Haven't you learned anything yet?" he said, half irritated and half victoriously. He'll always be the dominant half. . . I answered truthfully and shook my head no. Unprotected, he slapped my cheek forcefully, jerking my head back. "#&! The world'll crush you in an instant, weakling!" With that he disappeared into the ring. I sighed. Sometimes he tops it up with something that reveals he half-cares for me, sometimes he'll just show that he takes advantage of me by taking out his stress.
- This section has been bastardized by FF.N. Thank you. -Limping slightly on my bruised leg, I put on my raincoat. Outside it was raining like crazy, and thunder rumbled. Just perfect. It was late December. . . no snow. It was the week before Christmas. . . and I was starting to wonder if the global warming would finally take its toll. And that was another reason I needed to. . . move.
I sighed as I stepped out, and my bangs instantly became soaked. I trudged down the sidewalk. It wasn't even freezing rain. . . this is not December weather.
There was a problem with this world. There was too much of an overload of people who want big things for their own greedy purposes. My yami for instance. Always wanting all the Millennium items. Never caring if he forgets that my body still needs rest or nourishment. . .
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I briefly turned my head to see the Game Shop. The lights were all out. My yami had attacked the place a few months ago, dagger and all. He made a deal with Malik's Yami, and killed Yugi and his grandpa, splitting the puzzle and the tauk. My Yami had chosen the puzzle for himself, and Malik and he were to be having an all-out fight in the end, after they each have 3 or 4 of the items.
I groaned, this meant my Yami would want me to 'shape up' for the final battle- and one of us would die. Either Malik or I. It would really be a rather devastating event. . . Malik's Yami was also abusive and Malik and I had become close friends. Too many of the innocent have/are going to die/died. Leaving an overload of the sinful.
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I kept on trudging, ignoring the fact that my raincoat was getting soaked, despite the claim that it was water resistant. I guess resistant has its limits. It sort of reminded me about. . . me. I couldn't resist the betrayal any more. . . the pain. . . and now I'm tipping on the edge.
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I glanced up at the sky, getting an eyeful of water, and ice stinged my eyeball. I squeezed my eyes shut. Still no snow. You may wonder why I'm so desperate about the snow.
If it does snow, I'd die in the same type of weather as my mother.
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My mom. I loved her. . . she looked a lot like me- light blonde hair, dark eyes. . . and she always cared for me. Unlike SOME other people. I fingered my millennium ring, trying to avoid the guilty weight of the puzzle. The day I got the ring was soon after my mom died. My dad had to go to Egypt, and he sent it to me to make up for not being there to sooth me. Little did he know that it made my life a hell lot worse. . . a little before my yami set off to get the puzzle, he had killed my father, too.
I stopped another time at the cemetery. My father's body was never found, my Yami had hid it well, but my mother had a gravestone. I knelt down in front of it and wiped the frost off. My fingers stung from the chill of icy stone. Engraved on it was 'Angela Bakura, Born 1959, Died 1994,' and underneath was the quote, 'Within all light was darkness, and in all darkness there is light.' It was her favorite quote. I used to believe it. . . but now with my yami like this. . . I don't anymore. It doesn't seem he has a shred of sympathy in him. If he wins that fight with Yami Malik in the end. . . he probably doesn't need a vessel anymore. Meaning he'll get rid of me in the end. Why not now, to spare others?
I sniffled, shivering. My body temperature was lowering, and my jacket was fully penetrated. I pulled it tighter and headed to my final destination.
- This section has been bastardized by FF.N. Thank you. -I can't see the bright side of life.
I really can't.
And now this is what I get of it.
I reached in my pocket and pulled out the letter opener I had in my pocket. My yami was always cautious about me dying, because then he'd be sealed again. I wanted that to happen. I couldn't think clearly anymore. . . his resistance is driving me crazy. I've always loved him. . . but again and again, he'd turn me down with a punch. . . usually to the chest right above the heart. This time I got the perfect time to do it. I received a big cardboard box in the mail. The strange thing was it was filled with white roses and no return address. I had the chance to keep this in my pocket. And my yami, I knew, needed to reenergize, as he had used up plenty of energy yesterday trying to find out where Shadi resided. He wanted to get the ankh and the scales. So that left him weary, and after my beating, I expect he's exhausted.
I looked up now. It was a beautiful willow tree. This was such a memorable place. . . it was the one of the two times he was nice to me. And the other instance was only because he was sick, and I had an irresistible temptation to sooth him. And the instance that happened here. . . was the once-in-a-lifetime kindness to repay me. I had been scared that he wanted somewhere private to beat me. But instead. . . he had hugged me and nuzzled my hair. I had stiffened, not knowing what to think. But then I relaxed when I saw he didn't mean harm, and hugged back. I still remember leaning on his chest. . . too bad he wasn't mortal. He didn't have a heart. . . he didn't love.
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See you in heaven, Yugi, Mother, Father. I held the blade between my thumb and index finger. I lightly poked my chest. No, I'd have to push harder. I grabbed the handle firmly and thrust it in my chest, just slightly on the left. Above my heart. Releasing my love.
- This section has been bastardized by FF.N. Thank you. -I fell to the ground. This hurt... but less than the beatings, I'd admit. My Yami materialized next to me. His jaw dropped and stared back and forth from the tree to me. I looked up at him, thrusting all my emotions into his cold, stony eyes. My vision blurred, and my pulse pounded in my ears.
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Through the pounding of my heartbeat, I could hear him lightly whisper, "I love you, too." A light snowflake fell on me... and then I felt myself being pulled out of my body.
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