Ariku: I'm actually starting to have fun with this.

Miya: 'Cause it's a way to get away from the people who love to point our your flaws and continually annoy you?

Ariku: Perhaps… Anyways, I'm going to try and spend more time on this chapter. Make it longer than the first two.

Miya: Score! Disclaimer stuff… Ariku does not own Yu-Gi-Oh, but she does own Lucia and Messiah. And who the hell is even out there to read this junk…

Ariku: Beats me. And guess what… there is going to be a suicide in this chapter. But I won't go into all the details. It's quick. So, if you don't like it, skip it the moment you see a /. Another / will indicate that it's over. I'm sorry I have to be so depressing. But since I'm not killing Bakura or Ryou, nobody should really care.

Miya: Who are you talking to, Ari?

Ariku: My imaginary friend.

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Chapter 3: All Alone

Messiah wished somebody would shoot him. His shift was dragging on and on… when was it going to end? He sighed, "I think I've figured it out. There's some higher power up there just trying to make my life miserable. Maybe there's more than one. Betting on how long I can take the stress until I completely lose my mind." Maybe he wouldn't be the wreck he was… if he had some way to get away from this place. Away from the person that bound him to this life. Lucia. He had promised to protect her… and he was the last person she had left. The last person who really cared about her. 'She would be better off…' he decided. His mind was made up.

Messiah sighed and strolled out the bar in the middle of his shift, hearing his fellow bartenders whispering. "Where is he going? The boss isn't going to be very happy…" 'Pleasing that bastard is the last thing on my mind' the voice inside his head growled. 'Besides. I won't have to worry about it much longer.'

Ryou's eyes widened. 'What is he going to do to her?' Apparently, he had forgotten how to move. So, the brown eyed youth just stood there and watched, dumbstruck.

The tomb robber was actually enjoying himself, for reasons unknown. Lucia was struggling against her captor, trying to think up a plan of escape. 'Sure' the voice inside her head mocked. 'You're definitely going to get out of this one.' She sat still for a moment, baffling Bakura to no end. She didn't seem like the kind of person who would give up that easily. Lucia was never going to forgive herself for resulting to this, but she wanted off his lap. She was actually starting to enjoy sitting there and that annoyed her. She counted to five slowly and then bit down into Bakura's left arm as hard as she could. In hearing him yelp slightly, it reminded her of Messiah. She got up just as his hold on her loosened.

Ryou was expecting to hear a very loud "SLAP", but he didn't. He just saw Lucia standing over Bakura. His wish came true within a few moments. But the violet eyed badass didn't slap his yami. She punched him. Hard. Bakura looked up at her, a violent and angry fire hidden within those eyes. Lucia smiled at him and stretched her fingers out, placing her thumb on her nose and wiggling her outstretched fingers, sticking her tongue out at him in the process. "Nyah." She mouthed and then put her hand at her side. Ryou was trying his hardest not to laugh. He really was… but he couldn't help himself. Ryou giggled furiously and walked over to the two, eyes first directed towards his darker half. Bakura looked up at him in a very defeated manner, "She's your guest, Aibou. Please, take her somewhere. Away from me would be nice." 'Before I really make things awkward.' His mind did a double-take. 'Ra damn that's annoying!' He got off the couch and strolled out of the house. Lucia looked concerned. Ryou smiled reassuringly, "He'll be back after the place he turns into a living hell bars him from the premises." 'Meaning that's another place I'm banned from as well.'

/(beginning of suicide stuff.)

'You'll have the nerve, Messiah. Just remember that your sister will be better off without you.' Something in him hated having to watch over Lucia. And he truly didn't care that he was going to be the final family member to abandon her. She'd make it on her own. He began climbing the stairs as soon as he reached their apartment building, his destination… the roof. 'I'm selfish.' He had been fending off the thought of suicide for a while now. It had finally reached him.

He reached the roof at last. Pausing for a moment, he thought it over. Thoughts of his little sister when she was a child… they were happy ones. Lucia running, giggling, just being as innocent as she could possibly be…. He would always remember them. Messiah stepped onto the ledge. "Goodbye," he said with a smile. Then the black haired twenty-five year old took the plunge. No way to turn back. Falling… it was such an ecstasy. As soon as he hit the ground… death embraced him.

(Ariku: I'm not trying to encourage suicide! Just thought it was how I wanted the story to go.)

/(end of suicidal stuff)

Minutes after Bakura had walked out to go pester some poor soul, Ryou had decided to break the awkward silence. "So Lucia, would you like to go for a walk? I'd like to learn some more about you, if that's alright…" Ryou was turning red. Lucia noticed this and smirked, "It's a date." His blush deepened at these words and she laughed. It was starting to get dark outside. 'Messiah'll be off in a few hours,' she thought simply. "Oh, one thing, Ryou." "Yes?" "Do you think I'm not 'decent'?" She almost spat the word. Ryou took her hand, "Nope." His words were enough to lighten her mood. With that, in a matter of minutes they were out the door and walking down the sidewalk, hand in hand. They were beginning to form a friendship. A fast one. Lucia hardly trusted anyone… but Ryou and Bakura were different somehow. 'They're both pretty cool' she resolved. Ryou gave her hand a squeeze and she smiled her genuine smile again. Just for him.

Fifteen minutes had passed. Lucia had stopped in a candy store to buy herself a lollypop and Ryou decided to wait on the bench outside. The sunset was here… and it had captivated him. Lucia had come out of the store with a blue lollypop implanted in her mouth. She tiptoed over to where Ryou sat, and took hold of one of his shoulders quickly from behind, making the white haired boy jump. She smirked at him, "Sorry I startled you."

She took a seat next to Ryou as he laughed nervously, "It's fine." Lucia tilted her head back and stared at the sky, admiring it during the silence between them. Ryou took her hand and stood up. "Shall we walk some more?" She nodded and stood up aswell, "Lead the way." "As you wish."

Ambulance, police cars, and innocent bystanders… surrounded Messiah's lifeless body. Many of them gasped at the sight, thought they were still arrogant enough to stare at him. Even after he had ended his life they still stared. But something was different. They were wearing pity in their expressions. Pity for someone who needed none. Pity for a dead soul who needed to escape. It just so happens… Yugi and Yami had stumbled upon the group of people. "Hey, what's going on?" Yugi asked as he and his yami pushed their way through the crowd. "I don't know, Aibou," was Yami's reply to the confused smaller teen.

When the two reached the front, Yugi's eyes widened to a very alarming size. Yami then saw what his hikari was staring at. A body. The dark spirit hugged his light from behind, pulling him close. "Someone who obviously did not enjoy life," Yami murmured. "But that's horrible, Yami," Yugi whimpered. "I know, koi. It's just the way things are sometimes." The former pharaoh placed a soft kiss on the smaller teen's neck, frowning. He placed his hands on Yugi's shoulders and turned him away, "Let's go, koibito." He nodded sadly, and they both walked away. The dead never need eyes on them. Nor did Messiah need sympathy from others for what he had done.

Bakura had made his way home after thirty minutes or so, happy as could be. He had almost blown up a shoe store, mainly because of the woman at the counter. Ra he hated how she screamed in her high-pitched, squeaky voice. That dark hair and glasses. He was sure he could see them quiver whenever he blew up a shelf. That thing needed to be blown to oblivion. Bakura sighed contently. He had almost done it. Too bad he had to run before the cops showed up. "Oh well," he muttered, not feeling the slightest big trodden. He pushed open the door to Ryou's home. His own now. He looked around cautiously before entering, making sure Lucia and Ryou weren't around. He collapsed on the couch and smirked. "She's a cute girl. And very lucky. I should've killed her for punching me. Ra that hurt."

Lucia sucked on her lollypop, fingers entwined with Ryou's. 'I really need to give up the habit,' she thought fuzzily. 'To many lollypops and I might stain my mouth permanently,' she joked in her mind. Ryou spoke up after a few moments, "So, do you live with your family, Lucia?" She almost scoffed. The comment had ruined her perfect mood, but she was going to answer his question as truthfully as she could possibly. "My parents and Messiah fought a lot. So, when I was around thirteen, they abandoned us. Messiah had moved out a year before, and they decided to leave me in an unconscious heap on his doorstep. He's the only real family I have," she forced a smile.

Ryou's heart sank. 'How could someone… do that to her?' "Are your parents still alive?" "Who knows," she laughed half-heartedly, "they're probably on some beach drinking expensive wine and relaxing, thanking themselves for getting rid of me." She wanted to add 'Well ya know what, fuck you too, Mom and Dad! I don't need you!' but she decided to not freak Ryou out. He had been nice to her. Even after only knowing him a short time… her heart had grown attached. She loved being around him, just having another soul to talk with. It was a feeling of pure bliss. Ignorant bliss, as she would soon find out.

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Ariku: I tried. Hope I did ok.

Miya: I liked it. Plenty of depression.

Ariku: If nothing else, I succeed in being depressing. What a nice feeling.