YBTS: Hello! I decided to write a depressing fic. Somehow I could just
imagine this. I had to write it before I went crazy. It's sad but I think
.well you'll see.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. I don't own anything. Though I will always keep Bakura and Kurama in my heart.
He sat there alone in his room staring out the open window. A cool breeze blew in cooling down the room as Ryou sat on his bed thinking about all that had happened in his life. His darker half and what he wishes to accomplish. Even worse, how far he would go to accomplish his goal. Ryou couldn't bare to know that his friends died because of him. The only way to prevent that from happening would be to get rid of his dark and that would mean he would have to die. He had almost reached death once in duelist kingdom. His dark was dueling Yami and he had just become the lady of faith. If only Yugi attacked a lot of grief would have been avoided. Yami didn't even ask what he wanted. He just switched the two souls like he knew what everyone wanted. But he didn't want that. He would rather be trapped in the shadow realm than be the cause of his friends' death. He would rather be sent to the shadow realm than spend the rest of his life with his dark.
Ryou got up and walked slowly down the stairs. His dark was sleeping in the living room and apparently didn't notice Ryou sit on a couch across from him. His dark looked almost exactly like him except for a few differences. His eyes were narrower. His mouth was wider. His hair spikier and his eyes darker brown. He couldn't believe he was stuck this way. Ryou hung his head and stared at his hands. They were so white. He looked albino almost. He could see his veins clearly on his wrist as though they were blue tattooed lines. He knew he couldn't leave his friends. They would miss him and they would be deeply hurt by his death. But then again it would be better for them if he did die. The thought was painful. Maybe Malik would help. They were good friends now and Ryou trusted him.
As if Malik heard his thoughts he heard a knock at the door and saw Malik standing outside. Ryou answered the door and Malik came in. 'Hey Ryou. What's wrong you don't look to good.' Silence reigned for a few minutes and they both went into the kitchen. Ryou's dark was still sleeping. Malik and Ryo sat down at the breakfast table and Malik started to feel concerned. 'You haven't said anything. What are you thinking Ryou?'
After a while Ryou decided to answer. 'Remember when you found out that it was your darker half that killed your father and not Yami?' Malik nodded. 'You were devastated that it was really kinda your fault. I feel that way except no one has died yet. I don't want that to happen.'
'What are you saying Ryou?' Ryou got up slowly and walked over to an open drawer. He looked inside for a moment with blank eyes. Malik was starting to feel nervous. Ryou picked something up and turned around hiding the object behind his back.
'I don't want anything bad to happen to you because of me. I couldn't bear the thought if I was the cause of your death.' Malik was afraid of what Ryou might be about to do.
'Ryou what are you trying to say?' Ryou stopped for a moment and closed his eyes. He hung his head and held back his tears. He had made his decision.
'You have been a very good friend Malik. Goodbye.' At that moment he revealed what he was hiding and plunged the knife into his stomach. A cry was hear coming from the living room and Malik leaped out of his chair. Ryou fell on his knees to the floor as red blood covered him. He looked beautiful as he fell to the floor. Even Malik noticed that Ryou had a certain grace as life slipped away from his body. Malik held is friend close to him as Ryou slowly slipped away. The red looked crimson and beautiful agenst Ryou's ivory skin. Then a final cry was heard from Ryou's dark and he went cold.
Ryou felt as though he was falling. Everything was dark and a wave of cold had swept over him. He felt Malik's tears fall on him as the red blood covered him like a blanket. 'At least now you will have one less danger to worry about.' He was gone.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. I don't own anything. Though I will always keep Bakura and Kurama in my heart.
He sat there alone in his room staring out the open window. A cool breeze blew in cooling down the room as Ryou sat on his bed thinking about all that had happened in his life. His darker half and what he wishes to accomplish. Even worse, how far he would go to accomplish his goal. Ryou couldn't bare to know that his friends died because of him. The only way to prevent that from happening would be to get rid of his dark and that would mean he would have to die. He had almost reached death once in duelist kingdom. His dark was dueling Yami and he had just become the lady of faith. If only Yugi attacked a lot of grief would have been avoided. Yami didn't even ask what he wanted. He just switched the two souls like he knew what everyone wanted. But he didn't want that. He would rather be trapped in the shadow realm than be the cause of his friends' death. He would rather be sent to the shadow realm than spend the rest of his life with his dark.
Ryou got up and walked slowly down the stairs. His dark was sleeping in the living room and apparently didn't notice Ryou sit on a couch across from him. His dark looked almost exactly like him except for a few differences. His eyes were narrower. His mouth was wider. His hair spikier and his eyes darker brown. He couldn't believe he was stuck this way. Ryou hung his head and stared at his hands. They were so white. He looked albino almost. He could see his veins clearly on his wrist as though they were blue tattooed lines. He knew he couldn't leave his friends. They would miss him and they would be deeply hurt by his death. But then again it would be better for them if he did die. The thought was painful. Maybe Malik would help. They were good friends now and Ryou trusted him.
As if Malik heard his thoughts he heard a knock at the door and saw Malik standing outside. Ryou answered the door and Malik came in. 'Hey Ryou. What's wrong you don't look to good.' Silence reigned for a few minutes and they both went into the kitchen. Ryou's dark was still sleeping. Malik and Ryo sat down at the breakfast table and Malik started to feel concerned. 'You haven't said anything. What are you thinking Ryou?'
After a while Ryou decided to answer. 'Remember when you found out that it was your darker half that killed your father and not Yami?' Malik nodded. 'You were devastated that it was really kinda your fault. I feel that way except no one has died yet. I don't want that to happen.'
'What are you saying Ryou?' Ryou got up slowly and walked over to an open drawer. He looked inside for a moment with blank eyes. Malik was starting to feel nervous. Ryou picked something up and turned around hiding the object behind his back.
'I don't want anything bad to happen to you because of me. I couldn't bear the thought if I was the cause of your death.' Malik was afraid of what Ryou might be about to do.
'Ryou what are you trying to say?' Ryou stopped for a moment and closed his eyes. He hung his head and held back his tears. He had made his decision.
'You have been a very good friend Malik. Goodbye.' At that moment he revealed what he was hiding and plunged the knife into his stomach. A cry was hear coming from the living room and Malik leaped out of his chair. Ryou fell on his knees to the floor as red blood covered him. He looked beautiful as he fell to the floor. Even Malik noticed that Ryou had a certain grace as life slipped away from his body. Malik held is friend close to him as Ryou slowly slipped away. The red looked crimson and beautiful agenst Ryou's ivory skin. Then a final cry was heard from Ryou's dark and he went cold.
Ryou felt as though he was falling. Everything was dark and a wave of cold had swept over him. He felt Malik's tears fall on him as the red blood covered him like a blanket. 'At least now you will have one less danger to worry about.' He was gone.