Rath- Okay, so I decided that I'd make a little collection of short stories.
Set- sniffle.
Rath- Alright, so as I had told you, this one's about Ryou reflecting about his little sister's (Amane) death.
Set- Sniffle.
Rath- Not all of the stories will be sibling ones, but I though this would do for now.
Set- SNIFFLE!
Rath- Yes, Set, my dear Yami, I know that your sick. Again.
Set- Me need a tissue.
Rath- *sigh* Pardon while I go scold a stupid little spirit for forgetting to wearing a sweater today. Enjoy.
Set- sniffle.
Rath- Ahem?
Set- sniffle?
Rath- Disclaimer.
Set- Oh, we no own Yu-yu-yacHOOO!! Yu-gi-oh. Sniffle.
Rath- Oh dear….
Ryou Bakura P.O.V
I ignore the warnings of my father and reach my shaking hand out. In the background, friends and family sob. Not my friends though. They don't know. Not my family. They never showed any compassion for me or my little sister. To them we were just freaks. We mean nothing to them. They were just there to make sure they gained some good karma. I felt my jaw clench. I hate them. They don't know the pain that I feel, burning constantly, ebbing away at my hope, happiness and sanity.
I let my fingers slide over the skin of my little sister's cheek. Her cheek was similar to my own. Both pale, mine because of how I naturally am, while hers because death spares no mercy. Both cheeks cold, mine because of the brisk November air, while hers because of the Grim Reaper's touch.
My father comes up behind me and rests a hand on my shoulder. I attempt to shrug him off, wanting no one to come near me. He leans in and whispers into my ear.
'Please, Ryou. I know this is painful. Just a little longer, just say a good word for your sister.' I bite my lip and feel my throat and chest tightening in my sorrow. I open my mouth, but only close it again. I can't even trust my own voice now. It betrayed me, as with the hope that I will always have someone there for me. It's all gone now.
I snap my head down and run. My father's voice calls after me, Ryou! Ryou, come back! I can't take it. I can't go back. Run as fast as I can. Suddenly, the 'Ginger Bread Man' comes to mind. I remember reading that book to her and how she would giggle at how the silly ginger bread man would taunt his 'friends'. I attempt to laugh. Laugh away my fear and everlasting pain that stung at my chest, rendering my already weak heart pathetic. I feel the wind in my hair, brushing my face. As if it were trying to help me dismiss what ever worried me. I won't cry, I refuse to.
I've been a slave to so many things in my life, I don't want to be forced to bow down and serve to another twist in my life. I don't want to be chained down to another agony or power. My wings won't be clipped. I push myself harder, ignoring the fact that my muscles were screaming for oxygen and rest. The tombstones and crypt entrances are disappearing behind me now, faster than before.
I suddenly feel something hit my foot. I gasp as I slam the ground then roll down a steep hill. I groan as I'm thrown against the foot of a large statue. My head hurts, a steady storm brewing inside. Why, why me? Why am I meant to be alone in the world? I don't understand…The tears pool in my eyes, threatening that I better toughen up or they will fall. Just as my pride and happiness did. Still sprawled on the moist, green ground, I look up. My shock was given away by my brown eyes widening.
The statue I was laid down upon, was that of an angel. A brilliant angel, looking down at me with frozen, inspiring eyes. The white stone used to carve it was now tainted with the wares of time. Yet, despite of how drab the clothing and skin of the statue became, there it was. The solid, unwavering expression of serenity and joy. Arms spread, ready to accept and love those who needed help. Ready to comfort those who misfortune favored.
Why was there no one like that? No one to heal my wounds, no one to care.
'Arr! I hate you! I bloody hate you!' I screech at the statue banging my fists against the stone. I begin to sob; my breath coming in short gasps. My hair falls into my face. I don't care now. I slide down; half of me still draped over the feet of the angel. I look back up, longing to feel the joy that the figure felt. Or better, to be the rock from which it was formed and not have to deal with emotion in general.
Everyone I love, anyone who shows the slightest compassion for me is gone. They are just out of my reach. I always manage to screw up anything that may bring me a shred of bliss. My hands are red now, my gift for wanting what every human wants. I slip down into the grass and hug myself, bringing my knees up against the breeze. I shiver, as the wind grows more intense. I continue to cry, staring at the distant.
My head continues to pound. And soon, the cemetery phases into a dark abyss.
Something tickles my face. I sit up and rub my still watering eyes. I glance up. The angel is standing above me, standing out against the starry sky. The wind blows, and yet, I'm not cold. A voice is being carried it seems. I extend my fingers and let them follow the breeze. I look back up to see a shooting star, bullet across the sky. My Amane. My dear little sister. She is that star. That little star is she. They each have the same glint, the same fire that warms others. Yet, they are the same in the way that I will never see them again. Never again. I feel a heat coming from besides me. I turn only slightly before another face nudges me to look forwards.
Don't worry, big brother, Ryou. She places my hand on my chest, the touch comforting in an impossible way. I live here now.
And I eternally will be.
Rath- There we are. Hope you all liked it. ^_~
Set- Review 2.
Rath- Too lazy to write 'to', huh?
Set- sniffle. And tired 2.
Rath- Alright. Well, as he said review and don't worry, the romance fic. Is coming soon! Ja ne!
Set- Later.