Seven Day watch

By Katia-chan

A/N: OMG! I am still alive! I thought I was going to be killed after the last chapter. Well, many people requested an epilogue, so I will do one. It's going to be different and sort of strange, but it's here, and you can like it or hate it. Doesn't matter to me.

Thanks right here to MusumeMarron and Princess Krystal01, who reviewed every chapter and have been really great!

I don't have time, because my internet connection is funky, to thank everyone else, but I may be doing a sequel and I will put up proper thank you's there.

Well, here it is!

Enjoy!

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Epilogue

Malik sighed as he set down the phone. Isis raised her eyebrows and Malik shook his head. Isis stared at him and her usually cool features twisted in a moment of pain for the boy who had been so good to everyone.

"How?" was all she said. She didn't need to make herself clearer. How had the boy, after coming closer to recovery, suddenly leave them?

"Just complications." Malik said, sighing and turning away from his sister. She caught his hand movement as he went to wipe the tears from his eyes. It was horrible to see him so grave.

"Malik. . . ." she began, ready to console him for a moment, for though it didn't look as if he were hurting, she knew that simply the presence of tears was enough to show the intense pain, and the look on his face that showed anguish as he turned towards her.

"No sister, don't." He pleaded quietly. "Don't try." She sighed.

"Very well then, I'll leave you alone for a moment." She left his room where she had come to listen to the phone call.

Malik lay face down on his bed and squeezed his eyes shut tightly, feeling his entire body tense. It was not that he was trying not to cry, he was. He wished with every atom of his being that he could cry, without the teqars the pain simply stayed in him and burned him, but the presence of his anger in his mind so long, though long since removed, made it impossible. The bastard had dried his tears and left him with horrible burning pain to bare, without the assistance of sobs.

It was many hours later that he felt he could finally emerge. It had been 2 days in fact. Isis surveyed him with concern. His tanned skin looked pale and washed out, and his eyes were dark and looked so tired. His hair hung down around his face in lank oily locks and his high cheek bones stuck out. Even 2 days of the pain left him looking rung out. She sighed inwardly at the cost her brother paid to grieve.

"The funeral, for Ryou." She paused, then remembered the spirit, "Ryou and Bakura is today, would you like to go?"

Malik nodded. "Yes, I need to bid farewell." Isis smiled slightly and nodded, ruffling her brother's hair.

"Good, I was getting worried about you, but you should probably wash up, you look bad enough without the greasy hair." He grinned slightly and batted her hand away from his head.

"Hands off the hair Isis, it's private property." She smiled, and her eyes showed relief as she watched him go.

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The funeral was awful. Ryou's family grieved, and his friends grieved. The girl Anzu sobbed hard into Yugi's shoulder and Malik noticed that Yugi's Yami had taken over for a moment, probably to spare his aibou. Joey, the usual tough guy, was wiping his eyes furiously as his sister sobbed quietly into her hands. Triston stood to the side, also wiping his eyes, but not trying as hard to vanquish the tears.

No one noticed him and Isis as they sat in the back of the church. Isis had her hands pressed to her mouth. The usually reserved priestess of the millennium necklace caved slightly beneath the weight of her grief. Malik sat dry eyed and half listened to the service. It was pointless, the minister knew nothing about Ryou, no one did, and so no one could give him a proper eulogy. The only person who could've done that now resided, trapped somewhere, or dead, Malik didn't know, in the ring that was laid next to Ryou in the coffin. He stared blankly in front of him. There were only a few people who deserved to be here. They were Yugi and Himself. No one else had ever paid the white haired boy any attention until he was laid out in his final resting bed. Anzu, he wanted to kill her. She cried as if Ryou had been her best friend, but Malik knew she may have spoken 2 sentences to the boy. He was just starting to drift, waiting for the man to stop talking about the better place Ryou was in when he saw him.

Ryou stood by the coffin, grinning at malik and making his corpse's hair move slightly.

"Isis," he whispered, touching her shoulder. She looked at him and he pointed. She looked and sighed.

"It is just the breeze moving his hair brother."

"No, don't you see him?" she gave him a strange look and then shook her head.

"Brother, it is a reflection from the window, now be quiet, this is a service." She returned to her hunched position and Malik stared at her in shock. His sister wasn't that old, how could she be so blind already. Ryou was standing in the front of the church. He looked back up at the front and Ryou smiled at him, mouthing the words 'after my friend'

Malik grinned at him as Ryou pointed to the coffin and then out the door.

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When the service was over Isis got up quickly.

"They're throwing a reception at Ryou's father's home, would you like to go?"

"No," he shook his head, staring after the hearse, "You go ahead, I have something I need to do." She looked at him with brows raised.

"What are you going to do?"

"Just a few, er, errands, I promise to be home soon, go on Isis." She frowned at him but then went with the rest of the crowd.

He walked off slowly in the direction of the grave yard, where he was sure that it would be deserted.

Once there he walked among the faded and worn stones and found one where the dirt had been freshly laid. It was Ryou's alright. The tiny white marble angel that Ryou's father had had made for his son's grave set it apart from the rest.

He knelt down on the dirt, and the iciness quickly soaked right through his pants, but he didn't care. He laid his hands on the dirt and then slammed his hand down on the dirt.

"Damn you Ryou, why the hell did you have to go and do this!" He screamed, not quite as loud as he could, but still loud.

"How could you leave me here! And you, Bakura, guardian, hwo could you let him?!" he said, again smacking his palms on the dirt.

"I had no control." He spun around to see Bakura standing beside him. He felt only slightly shocked.

"What're you doing here," he grumbled. Bakura shrugged and sighed.

"Where hikari goes I go." Malik turned to find Ryou grinning at him, perched on his own grave stone. He only paused a second to think about how creepy that was.

"I thought you were dead." He said flatly.

"Ah, death is interesting to play with." Ryou said, and then grinned again.

"You've lost it."

"Probably, but I'm not the one soaking my pants and smashing my hands up."

"True true." He grumbled.

"Would you like to come to my house?" Ryou said, standing up, "It's freezing out here."

"But the mourners are there."

"Well, nothing like a little practical joke then." Bakura said, the sneaky robber look coming over his face.

"Sure, let's go." And there it all began, but that story, my friends, I shal save for another time.

The End

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A/N: Woohoo! This is done! Now, if you want a sequal, which by this ending I'm guessing you probably will, let me know. I know this is long *gasps* I can actually write something really long!

The sequal, if requested, will be about Malik. It won't be a journal, cuz I don't know how to put my ideas into that form for this type of thing.

Thanks for reading!

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Katia-chan