Yugi ran through the streets, completely ignorant to the gashes and other
injuries on his body. It was when he turned a sharp corner and ran into
another person did he realize the extent of his tiredness, as he couldn't
lift himself from the ground again.
The other in which he'd bumped into stayed standing, barley even phased by the hit. "Watch where you're going!" The person snapped, brushing past the distressed man. Yugi felt like crying again, but of course more pressing matters came to mind.
After receiving a few odd glances by bystanders for sitting on the sidewalk, Yugi resorted to pulling his weary and injured body off the ground by gripping the ledge of a shop window. It wasn't far from his current position to the house of the man, Kado. Yugi couldn't help but feel dread, for this may have been the last time he wondered freely through the streets of Domino. All the time he'd stayed in the town, joked around with Joey, Tristan, Ryou, and -He gulped- Tea.
Shaking his head to be rid of the unwanted thoughts, Yugi started to run yet again, the quicker he got there the faster he'd be dead. And at the present time that was a reassuring thought.
As he passed yet another street, Yugi looked down it. There was a cull-de- sack at the end, surrounded with houses, and at one of them three children were playing tag. It was a simple game, thought as a stupid waste of time to some. But that wasn't the point; the point was that you could have fun during it. Wasn't that all the reason you needed to play?
Yugi suddenly wished he could join in, but knew otherwise.
As his breath came in puffs of uneven air, Yugi felt the first rain drop fall.
-
By the time he reached Kado's house, rain was falling in sheets, along with forceful blasts of wind. Yugi could feel every little wound on his body throb, yet he couldn't even feel the tips of his fingers.
The house was nothing great in appearance, but seemed to be one of the single most forbidding things Yugi had ever seen. Maybe it was because his past experience there, or just the fact that such an evil at heart being dwelled there. Standing in front of the house for at least ten minutes, Yugi thought about his decision.
Why was he doing this again? For what reason was he willing to giving his life to Kado? Why was he doing this when he knew he could run right back into the arms of his Yami, and never have to worry again about killing innocents again? Yami deserved better then him, it wasn't a valid reason, but it was enough for him. But wait, he didn't even know what Yami's reaction to him would be after he snapped out of his shocked state.
Hanging his head in defeat, Yugi started towards the door.
Once on the step, Yugi raised a hand to knock, and stopped. This was stupid! Even if Yami rejected him, he had no reason to put the others through the pain of finding his dead, mutilated body. Letting out his held breath, Yugi dropped his hand away from the door and back to his side.
His final verdict made, Yugi turned away from his doom, and back towards the street where he could make his way back home.
Yugi was only of the first step down the porch when the door opened. The creaking of the hinges alerting him.
"Back again, are we?" Yugi could do nothing as a cold hand wrapped around his waist, and another around his mouth, keeping him from making any sound. A deep chuckle was heard, "You just couldn't stay away, could you?" Yugi could do nothing as he was dragged into the house, his own personal hell.
Kado shut the door behind them, plunging all the outside light from existence. Heavy blinds covered all windows, and lamps were turned off.
Yugi knew he had no choice now; there was no way Kado would let him leave. But, what if he let him out alive? No. He doubted that. The wounds he already held would worsen, and new ones would gather. He would die this day, he was sure of it.
Kado kept his hold on the small man, pulling him to the basement once again.
-
The torture was like never before, with pain being induced with any and every device the man, Kado, had.
Whips were used to disfigure Yugi's pale, but already injured back. Knives carved his chest in odd designs. The list could go on forever.
Yugi was now strapped to a metal table, nothing else coming in contact with his skin. But that wasn't the point of this place. This one caused pain, but not with a sharp object, or by forcefully hitting and causing bruises. This table acted like a stove, heating up slowly, and burning anything on it.
Yugi's back felt like it was on fire, which was almost true as the table was heated. But this torture device wasn't designed to melt the skin, or roast the victim. No, all it did was cause discomfort beyond belief.
Yugi knew he wouldn't last mush longer. The new injuries were extensive, and wouldn't allow his to live much longer without care. Yugi knew he'd made a grave mistake by coming to this place. This would be his last memory, a heated metal bed in the house of a wicked man.
And here Yugi had thought he'd eventually be killed during a mission, either by an underestimated opponent, or by pure fluke. But that was not to be, as he was going to die here. How many times had that thought passed his mind in the past few minutes? Countless amounts.
-Yugi's P.O.V.-
This is really the end, huh? I guess I did come looking for it. I feel pretty calm, knowing I'll never see any of my friends again, or Yami. I think I'll miss Yami the most; after all, I did fall in love with him. I hope he can come to understand that. I wonder what Boss would say if he knew what I had done. Maybe he would understand, its possible.
Ohhh . . . my head is pounding. Why was I stupid enough to come here? Why couldn't I have faced my problems like a man? Why?
All these 'why' questions are really getting on my nerves now. I know I'll never get answers for them, but I can always wonder, right?
As the pain gets worse, I can feel my mind fog up. I won't last much longer in a conscious plane. My breathing becomes difficult, and I can feel myself start to fade.
-End Yugi's P.O.V.-
As it became harder and harder to draw breath, Yugi's mind strayed from his body. Pieces of his life flashed before his eyes as if he were in a slideshow. First the times he spent with his mother, then farther on to the times with his grandfather and learning to duel. Becoming friends with Joey, then Tristan. Someone up above must have pitied him for the memory of becoming Tea's friend was not among those of which were showing.
As Yugi's mind flashed through the last few years, and to the present, the world faded around him, and only a few districts away, a frantic Yami searched for his aibou.
-
I know, I know, this is really late, and short. I'm really sorry people, but you wouldn't believe how busy I've been. Ok, so I haven't been busy at all, I've been reading in three new sections and got lazy . . . . Forgive me?
The other in which he'd bumped into stayed standing, barley even phased by the hit. "Watch where you're going!" The person snapped, brushing past the distressed man. Yugi felt like crying again, but of course more pressing matters came to mind.
After receiving a few odd glances by bystanders for sitting on the sidewalk, Yugi resorted to pulling his weary and injured body off the ground by gripping the ledge of a shop window. It wasn't far from his current position to the house of the man, Kado. Yugi couldn't help but feel dread, for this may have been the last time he wondered freely through the streets of Domino. All the time he'd stayed in the town, joked around with Joey, Tristan, Ryou, and -He gulped- Tea.
Shaking his head to be rid of the unwanted thoughts, Yugi started to run yet again, the quicker he got there the faster he'd be dead. And at the present time that was a reassuring thought.
As he passed yet another street, Yugi looked down it. There was a cull-de- sack at the end, surrounded with houses, and at one of them three children were playing tag. It was a simple game, thought as a stupid waste of time to some. But that wasn't the point; the point was that you could have fun during it. Wasn't that all the reason you needed to play?
Yugi suddenly wished he could join in, but knew otherwise.
As his breath came in puffs of uneven air, Yugi felt the first rain drop fall.
-
By the time he reached Kado's house, rain was falling in sheets, along with forceful blasts of wind. Yugi could feel every little wound on his body throb, yet he couldn't even feel the tips of his fingers.
The house was nothing great in appearance, but seemed to be one of the single most forbidding things Yugi had ever seen. Maybe it was because his past experience there, or just the fact that such an evil at heart being dwelled there. Standing in front of the house for at least ten minutes, Yugi thought about his decision.
Why was he doing this again? For what reason was he willing to giving his life to Kado? Why was he doing this when he knew he could run right back into the arms of his Yami, and never have to worry again about killing innocents again? Yami deserved better then him, it wasn't a valid reason, but it was enough for him. But wait, he didn't even know what Yami's reaction to him would be after he snapped out of his shocked state.
Hanging his head in defeat, Yugi started towards the door.
Once on the step, Yugi raised a hand to knock, and stopped. This was stupid! Even if Yami rejected him, he had no reason to put the others through the pain of finding his dead, mutilated body. Letting out his held breath, Yugi dropped his hand away from the door and back to his side.
His final verdict made, Yugi turned away from his doom, and back towards the street where he could make his way back home.
Yugi was only of the first step down the porch when the door opened. The creaking of the hinges alerting him.
"Back again, are we?" Yugi could do nothing as a cold hand wrapped around his waist, and another around his mouth, keeping him from making any sound. A deep chuckle was heard, "You just couldn't stay away, could you?" Yugi could do nothing as he was dragged into the house, his own personal hell.
Kado shut the door behind them, plunging all the outside light from existence. Heavy blinds covered all windows, and lamps were turned off.
Yugi knew he had no choice now; there was no way Kado would let him leave. But, what if he let him out alive? No. He doubted that. The wounds he already held would worsen, and new ones would gather. He would die this day, he was sure of it.
Kado kept his hold on the small man, pulling him to the basement once again.
-
The torture was like never before, with pain being induced with any and every device the man, Kado, had.
Whips were used to disfigure Yugi's pale, but already injured back. Knives carved his chest in odd designs. The list could go on forever.
Yugi was now strapped to a metal table, nothing else coming in contact with his skin. But that wasn't the point of this place. This one caused pain, but not with a sharp object, or by forcefully hitting and causing bruises. This table acted like a stove, heating up slowly, and burning anything on it.
Yugi's back felt like it was on fire, which was almost true as the table was heated. But this torture device wasn't designed to melt the skin, or roast the victim. No, all it did was cause discomfort beyond belief.
Yugi knew he wouldn't last mush longer. The new injuries were extensive, and wouldn't allow his to live much longer without care. Yugi knew he'd made a grave mistake by coming to this place. This would be his last memory, a heated metal bed in the house of a wicked man.
And here Yugi had thought he'd eventually be killed during a mission, either by an underestimated opponent, or by pure fluke. But that was not to be, as he was going to die here. How many times had that thought passed his mind in the past few minutes? Countless amounts.
-Yugi's P.O.V.-
This is really the end, huh? I guess I did come looking for it. I feel pretty calm, knowing I'll never see any of my friends again, or Yami. I think I'll miss Yami the most; after all, I did fall in love with him. I hope he can come to understand that. I wonder what Boss would say if he knew what I had done. Maybe he would understand, its possible.
Ohhh . . . my head is pounding. Why was I stupid enough to come here? Why couldn't I have faced my problems like a man? Why?
All these 'why' questions are really getting on my nerves now. I know I'll never get answers for them, but I can always wonder, right?
As the pain gets worse, I can feel my mind fog up. I won't last much longer in a conscious plane. My breathing becomes difficult, and I can feel myself start to fade.
-End Yugi's P.O.V.-
As it became harder and harder to draw breath, Yugi's mind strayed from his body. Pieces of his life flashed before his eyes as if he were in a slideshow. First the times he spent with his mother, then farther on to the times with his grandfather and learning to duel. Becoming friends with Joey, then Tristan. Someone up above must have pitied him for the memory of becoming Tea's friend was not among those of which were showing.
As Yugi's mind flashed through the last few years, and to the present, the world faded around him, and only a few districts away, a frantic Yami searched for his aibou.
-
I know, I know, this is really late, and short. I'm really sorry people, but you wouldn't believe how busy I've been. Ok, so I haven't been busy at all, I've been reading in three new sections and got lazy . . . . Forgive me?