A/N: Okay, this isn't the first in my series, but it is the most
interesting so I think we're going to work semi-backward.
This story is dedicated to all those who have experienced, or are experiencing, either a family member's or their own struggle with Leukemia, or any other form of cancer. While in stories cancer has become a rather cliché way to kill a character, for those that have to suffer through it, it is not cliché but horrifyingly real. May God bless you and your families.
-JKJ
A/N 2: Okay lets see...
Malik- Malik Yami no Malik- Ishtar Ryuo Bakura- Ryuo Yami no Bakura- Bakura (but since its from his POV his name is rarely used) Yuugi- Yuugi Yami no Yuugi- Yami (with a capital), but more commonly known as Pharoh. If it is 'yami' (without the capital) then it is whatever hikari is talking referring to his own dark half. Got it? Good ^^.
Warnings: The following couples are in this story. If you don't like them, or don't like Slash, well then don't read it.
Malik/Bakura Ishtar/Ryuo Yami/Anzu Yuugi/Rebecca Isis/Honda Seto/Shizuka Jounouchi/Mai
There won't be any sex scenes, particularly for those slash couples mentioned, but there will be kisses and cuddles ^^. You are free to flame me if you want, but since they will be completely ignored it'll be a waste of your time.
Rating: PG-13 for obvious reasons.
Authoress: JKJ (Jounouchi_kun_joey@yahoo.com)
Title: Antacchaburu
"We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance."
~Marcel Proust
For some reason the human mind thinks that it is invincible. It always thinks there will be a tomorrow for you to do things. You always think that you'll have tomorrow to tell the person you love the most that you still love them just as much as the first time you saw them, that the sight of them still makes your heart flutter, their touch still makes you tremble with delight. You always think you'll have tomorrow to hold them one last time, to give them that final searing kiss, or to say good-bye. But tomorrow isn't real, it's an illusion.
Have you ever thought about how fragile the human life is? We have no natural armor, we bruise like ripe peaches, and we do all kinds of dangerous things. We're naturally social creatures, but someone could wake up one morning and go "Oh I want to kill someone today" and do it without too much difficulty.
And, of course, there are those silent killers of diseases. Our body is so complicated that the stupid doctors can't figure out how they work, but one small thing goes wrong with it and you're dead. That's just screwed up. These stupid diseases can strike anybody, with little or no warning!
That's what happened to my Malik. One day he's a happy, normal, college kid living with his four best friends and his boyfriend in a three- bedroom apartment, working two jobs, and complaining about his math homework. Then, it seems almost the next day, we were at the doctors office having the term leukemia, or in Malik's case AML, explained to us, and having to face the searing reality that there wasn't a damn thing the stupid doctor could do to help him. There was no cure.
But we'll get to that later. Not tomorrow, because if there's one thing this experience has taught me is that there is no tomorrow. We all live and work for a future that may never come, just like it didn't in Malik's case. As I sat, day in and day out, by his bedside, I learned to savor every moment, and as I watched him die before my eyes, I discovered that those moments were all I had left. Because there was no guarantee he'd be there the next moment.
There was no tomorrow for Malik, just as there will be no tomorrow for me. There is only today. That's the lesson he taught me, and the one his last breath drove home. Tomorrow doesn't come, tomorrow isn't real. Ganmou antacchaburu desu. Tomorrow is untouchable.
This story is dedicated to all those who have experienced, or are experiencing, either a family member's or their own struggle with Leukemia, or any other form of cancer. While in stories cancer has become a rather cliché way to kill a character, for those that have to suffer through it, it is not cliché but horrifyingly real. May God bless you and your families.
-JKJ
A/N 2: Okay lets see...
Malik- Malik Yami no Malik- Ishtar Ryuo Bakura- Ryuo Yami no Bakura- Bakura (but since its from his POV his name is rarely used) Yuugi- Yuugi Yami no Yuugi- Yami (with a capital), but more commonly known as Pharoh. If it is 'yami' (without the capital) then it is whatever hikari is talking referring to his own dark half. Got it? Good ^^.
Warnings: The following couples are in this story. If you don't like them, or don't like Slash, well then don't read it.
Malik/Bakura Ishtar/Ryuo Yami/Anzu Yuugi/Rebecca Isis/Honda Seto/Shizuka Jounouchi/Mai
There won't be any sex scenes, particularly for those slash couples mentioned, but there will be kisses and cuddles ^^. You are free to flame me if you want, but since they will be completely ignored it'll be a waste of your time.
Rating: PG-13 for obvious reasons.
Authoress: JKJ (Jounouchi_kun_joey@yahoo.com)
Title: Antacchaburu
"We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance."
~Marcel Proust
For some reason the human mind thinks that it is invincible. It always thinks there will be a tomorrow for you to do things. You always think that you'll have tomorrow to tell the person you love the most that you still love them just as much as the first time you saw them, that the sight of them still makes your heart flutter, their touch still makes you tremble with delight. You always think you'll have tomorrow to hold them one last time, to give them that final searing kiss, or to say good-bye. But tomorrow isn't real, it's an illusion.
Have you ever thought about how fragile the human life is? We have no natural armor, we bruise like ripe peaches, and we do all kinds of dangerous things. We're naturally social creatures, but someone could wake up one morning and go "Oh I want to kill someone today" and do it without too much difficulty.
And, of course, there are those silent killers of diseases. Our body is so complicated that the stupid doctors can't figure out how they work, but one small thing goes wrong with it and you're dead. That's just screwed up. These stupid diseases can strike anybody, with little or no warning!
That's what happened to my Malik. One day he's a happy, normal, college kid living with his four best friends and his boyfriend in a three- bedroom apartment, working two jobs, and complaining about his math homework. Then, it seems almost the next day, we were at the doctors office having the term leukemia, or in Malik's case AML, explained to us, and having to face the searing reality that there wasn't a damn thing the stupid doctor could do to help him. There was no cure.
But we'll get to that later. Not tomorrow, because if there's one thing this experience has taught me is that there is no tomorrow. We all live and work for a future that may never come, just like it didn't in Malik's case. As I sat, day in and day out, by his bedside, I learned to savor every moment, and as I watched him die before my eyes, I discovered that those moments were all I had left. Because there was no guarantee he'd be there the next moment.
There was no tomorrow for Malik, just as there will be no tomorrow for me. There is only today. That's the lesson he taught me, and the one his last breath drove home. Tomorrow doesn't come, tomorrow isn't real. Ganmou antacchaburu desu. Tomorrow is untouchable.