Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh. Yep, last time I say this for a little while....probably.
Author's Note: Well, this is it, the epilogue to my story. I hope you've all enjoyed everything you've read and hope you continue to read my work. Take note, Shadowed Light Of My Heart, the sequel, will be coming soon. Look for it!
Epilogue: The Truth Of Dreams
Have we lived a lie if we discover it was all a dream? Or is it simply a moment for us to look forward to something new when we awaken from the dream. Awakening from a dream was much the same as awakening at all when you should be dead. That was exactly what it felt like to Daisuke Ihachi. Because he knew he was dead.
Despite his convictions at being dead he found himself waking up in a hospital bed, in just a simple white room and wearing one of those little smocks. For a second he imagined himself as the one in the coma, that it was never his certain. He dreamed it all. His whole life was a dream and he was just now waking up from it. That must be the truth.
His sister wasn't real, he had just thought her up in a dream. Duel Monster wasn't real, he had just thought it up in a dream. All the people he had met, had known, had seen suffer and die....they were just figments of his imagination, patterns of thought created by the dreaming state. After all, nothing as horrible as what he had seen could possibly be true.
Yes, he understood completely that none of it was true. He wondered idly what his life would be like now that he was awake from this dream, wondering idly why nobody had come in and been amazed that he was conscious. Perhaps he wasn't hooked up that well. That must be it, they were so used to him being in this state that he wasn't being monitored as heavily as he should.
Slowly with the kind of casual slowness of one sluggish from years of sleep he started to move himself out of the way. He felt a twinge in his side and reached down to move the smock aside to see what the trouble was. Perhaps he was connected to some wiring or tubes for blood and food. Yeah, that must be it.
As soon as he parted the smock he let it drop, staring blankly ahead for several seconds. Slowly he looked again, and then collapsed backwards against his pillow. Tears streamed down his face and he was chocking back sobs. Chris-crossing his chest and stomach were thin little scars, scars that might have been caused by tiny fragments of bone shooting out of a person's body. It was all true. It hadn't been a dream had it?
He wasn't quite sure why he was crying. Perhaps it was a relief of pent up stress, maybe it was joy of being alive. Maybe he just wished it had all been a dream, that such terrible things hadn't been true. Because if they were, then he was one of the last few living people. Everyone he knew would be dead. He didn't know if he could live like that.
What had been said? 2% wasn't it? Of six billion, 2% was....one hundred and twenty million. It was still a tidy sum, but it was spread out in pockets across the world. Why did he have to live if the world was going to be like this? He would rather have stayed dead, would rather it have all been a dream. Why couldn't it just be a dream?
"DAMN! I hate it all! I wish it would end, damn why can't it just be over! Fucking kill me, just make it over! I don't want to live in this world, not anymore, not ever again!" He raged, tossing about. His body was weak, but he was still able to turn the bed over. He smashed the machine that was next to his bed, hurling the pole with its bags across the room. He screamed and shouted and broke things.
He didn't notice the men dressed in white who entered the room, he could only feel their touch when they came to him. He struggled blinded against foes that shouldn't exist, as he shouldn't exist. He barely felt the needle that plunged into his arm. All he felt was the agony that came of being alive. He felt it all....and then there was nothing.
A certain amount of time later, he couldn't tell how much, he awoke from his sleep once again. He gulped down the stale recycled air around him, aware just how real it was. Yet he felt that somehow the dreams were more real. Maybe he could just get them to do that again, and maybe he could sleep for good this time. That way it would always be a dream. The dreams were better.
"Hey there, they said you were awake." Drake's eyes rose to a point across the room. A petite brunette girl had just walked in, a young girl with familiar eyes. It was Serenity. Behind her was the taller form of her elder brother, Joey. There were more familiar faces behind her, faces that shouldn't exist. Faces that shouldn't be there. He had seen so many of them die. Had that all been the dream? The death?
"Was it....was all of it real....or was I just dreaming?" They all smiled politely, shuffling into the room until the crowded it. They approached his bed and someone took his head, he wasn't awake enough to know who. Then they started to explain things to him, to explain the truth of dreams to him.
His injuries in his duel against Taichi had been nearly fatal. His heart beat had slowed so much that it was almost impossible to find, his brain nearly ceased functioning. Everyone had believed he was dead. As soon as they returned to the normal world he was found lying in a pool of his own blood, and he and the other injured were rushed to the hospital.
Drake had been in the emergency ward recovering for a full week. Dalin's injuries had been internal, not fully as real thanks to where they had been. He was already up and on his feet, and had told them to pass a message to Drake when he woke up. Dalin had told him 'I've gotten your answer to that question now. Thanks.' Drake smiled at the thought of this.
The deaths in the Shadow Realm....purely fictional. They had all been mental, deaths of the mind and not of the body or soul. It was simply the act of the soul being stripped away and contained in another place. He was assured several times that only those most involved, like those who had faced Ihachi, would actually remember anything of the Shadow Realm experience. So in a way, it really had been a dream.
The deaths of the population of the world? Also fictional. The flashes they had seen were apparently the surges of energy caused by Ihachi as she snatched them up and pulled them to her realm. The trigger that Taichi had used failed because the satellites had default safeties that had long since been activated, safeties he hadn't known about. Only Kaiba Corp. had known.
Kirani was back to her normal self, and she happily told him that there were no lasting effects of having her soul taken. Hinata assured him of the same thing, as did a few of the others. The question he had been dreading came to his mind, and he started to ask it. Yet he didn't need to. They knew what he would ask before he did.
According to them when they had all returned from the Shadow Realm they had found the prone body of a fifteen year old dark haired boy. He seemed so peaceful, so innocent when they found him. Taichi Nobuki had slaughtered his mother with his bare hands, and such a thing scarred a person, even if you weren't the one who really did it. Even if somebody did it used your hands.
Taichi had been suggested for custody with his uncle, but Taichi had been too afraid of that. He had told the police and the doctors that he knew he was insane, that the things he had seen and thought couldn't possibly be real. He had been committed and was now in a hospital for the mentally ill. He was getting help to recover from the scars inflicted by the dark spirit.
Five days after he first woke up, Daisuke Ihachi decided to depart the country. It was simply a matter of chasing away bad memories, of starting off differently. He said his final goodbyes and headed to the airport where a plane would take him to America. He was going to join Kaiba there, he'd be in charge of running the attractions at Kaiba Land. It was a new start, and it payed well.
At the airport he said his goodbye to everyone. They promised they would all talk, said that they would keep in touch. He gave those who wanted it the number to the cell phone that Kaiba was providing him. He hugged a few goodbye, and got a light parting kiss from both Serenity and Kirani, one on each cheek. He had smiled and waved at them as he headed onto the plane.
While the plane flew over the last remnants of Domino City, flew off into the distance, he couldn't help but thinking about his past, and the future that was ahead of him. Though Domino City was behind him and so were the people there, he knew that those people, the city, and the things that had happened there would always be burned into his heart. A dream during waking hours, a dream of life during life.
He looked down at the disappearing dot that was Domino City, and a smile crossed his features. He let out a contented smile, and turned to look forwards. That was how he should always look now, because forwards was the best direction to go. That was how humans were, always moving onwards. Despite what the dark spirit had thought, it wasn't from cowardice. Moving onwards is always the hardest and bravest thing a person can do. And yet.... "Somehow I know I'll be back. I'd miss the dream too much."
Yes, that was his dream behind him. There was his dream ahead of him. Life was always a dream, and it took waking up from death to understand that. There was nothing more soothing then knowing that everything was just a dream, and yet it was still realm. The reality of knowing that you have awoken from the dream is what makes the dream real. This is the truth of dreams.
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Final Author's Note: This is the completion of my story to its fullest. Once again I hope you all enjoyed it, and I hope it meant something to you in the way that meant something to me. I feel braving in saying, just as Drake has, that I will now move onwards, just like everyone eventually has to do. I thank the characters of my story for teaching me lessons that I couldn't have learned otherwise. This story made itself, the characters gave life to themselves, and I benifited more then the characters did. I gave them life, and they gave me a little life back. Thank you.
Story Info
Creation Date: 6/16/03
Final Revision Date: 7/24/2003 1:30 A.M.
Characters: 1,316,945
Words: 293,116
Sentences: 17,463
Lines: 27,122
Paragraphs: 3,416
Pages: 498.33333
Average Word Length: 4
Average Words per Sentence: 17
Maximum Words Per Sentence: 103(I have no idea how that's possible, maybe I forgot a period somewhere)
Author's Note: Well, this is it, the epilogue to my story. I hope you've all enjoyed everything you've read and hope you continue to read my work. Take note, Shadowed Light Of My Heart, the sequel, will be coming soon. Look for it!
Epilogue: The Truth Of Dreams
Have we lived a lie if we discover it was all a dream? Or is it simply a moment for us to look forward to something new when we awaken from the dream. Awakening from a dream was much the same as awakening at all when you should be dead. That was exactly what it felt like to Daisuke Ihachi. Because he knew he was dead.
Despite his convictions at being dead he found himself waking up in a hospital bed, in just a simple white room and wearing one of those little smocks. For a second he imagined himself as the one in the coma, that it was never his certain. He dreamed it all. His whole life was a dream and he was just now waking up from it. That must be the truth.
His sister wasn't real, he had just thought her up in a dream. Duel Monster wasn't real, he had just thought it up in a dream. All the people he had met, had known, had seen suffer and die....they were just figments of his imagination, patterns of thought created by the dreaming state. After all, nothing as horrible as what he had seen could possibly be true.
Yes, he understood completely that none of it was true. He wondered idly what his life would be like now that he was awake from this dream, wondering idly why nobody had come in and been amazed that he was conscious. Perhaps he wasn't hooked up that well. That must be it, they were so used to him being in this state that he wasn't being monitored as heavily as he should.
Slowly with the kind of casual slowness of one sluggish from years of sleep he started to move himself out of the way. He felt a twinge in his side and reached down to move the smock aside to see what the trouble was. Perhaps he was connected to some wiring or tubes for blood and food. Yeah, that must be it.
As soon as he parted the smock he let it drop, staring blankly ahead for several seconds. Slowly he looked again, and then collapsed backwards against his pillow. Tears streamed down his face and he was chocking back sobs. Chris-crossing his chest and stomach were thin little scars, scars that might have been caused by tiny fragments of bone shooting out of a person's body. It was all true. It hadn't been a dream had it?
He wasn't quite sure why he was crying. Perhaps it was a relief of pent up stress, maybe it was joy of being alive. Maybe he just wished it had all been a dream, that such terrible things hadn't been true. Because if they were, then he was one of the last few living people. Everyone he knew would be dead. He didn't know if he could live like that.
What had been said? 2% wasn't it? Of six billion, 2% was....one hundred and twenty million. It was still a tidy sum, but it was spread out in pockets across the world. Why did he have to live if the world was going to be like this? He would rather have stayed dead, would rather it have all been a dream. Why couldn't it just be a dream?
"DAMN! I hate it all! I wish it would end, damn why can't it just be over! Fucking kill me, just make it over! I don't want to live in this world, not anymore, not ever again!" He raged, tossing about. His body was weak, but he was still able to turn the bed over. He smashed the machine that was next to his bed, hurling the pole with its bags across the room. He screamed and shouted and broke things.
He didn't notice the men dressed in white who entered the room, he could only feel their touch when they came to him. He struggled blinded against foes that shouldn't exist, as he shouldn't exist. He barely felt the needle that plunged into his arm. All he felt was the agony that came of being alive. He felt it all....and then there was nothing.
A certain amount of time later, he couldn't tell how much, he awoke from his sleep once again. He gulped down the stale recycled air around him, aware just how real it was. Yet he felt that somehow the dreams were more real. Maybe he could just get them to do that again, and maybe he could sleep for good this time. That way it would always be a dream. The dreams were better.
"Hey there, they said you were awake." Drake's eyes rose to a point across the room. A petite brunette girl had just walked in, a young girl with familiar eyes. It was Serenity. Behind her was the taller form of her elder brother, Joey. There were more familiar faces behind her, faces that shouldn't exist. Faces that shouldn't be there. He had seen so many of them die. Had that all been the dream? The death?
"Was it....was all of it real....or was I just dreaming?" They all smiled politely, shuffling into the room until the crowded it. They approached his bed and someone took his head, he wasn't awake enough to know who. Then they started to explain things to him, to explain the truth of dreams to him.
His injuries in his duel against Taichi had been nearly fatal. His heart beat had slowed so much that it was almost impossible to find, his brain nearly ceased functioning. Everyone had believed he was dead. As soon as they returned to the normal world he was found lying in a pool of his own blood, and he and the other injured were rushed to the hospital.
Drake had been in the emergency ward recovering for a full week. Dalin's injuries had been internal, not fully as real thanks to where they had been. He was already up and on his feet, and had told them to pass a message to Drake when he woke up. Dalin had told him 'I've gotten your answer to that question now. Thanks.' Drake smiled at the thought of this.
The deaths in the Shadow Realm....purely fictional. They had all been mental, deaths of the mind and not of the body or soul. It was simply the act of the soul being stripped away and contained in another place. He was assured several times that only those most involved, like those who had faced Ihachi, would actually remember anything of the Shadow Realm experience. So in a way, it really had been a dream.
The deaths of the population of the world? Also fictional. The flashes they had seen were apparently the surges of energy caused by Ihachi as she snatched them up and pulled them to her realm. The trigger that Taichi had used failed because the satellites had default safeties that had long since been activated, safeties he hadn't known about. Only Kaiba Corp. had known.
Kirani was back to her normal self, and she happily told him that there were no lasting effects of having her soul taken. Hinata assured him of the same thing, as did a few of the others. The question he had been dreading came to his mind, and he started to ask it. Yet he didn't need to. They knew what he would ask before he did.
According to them when they had all returned from the Shadow Realm they had found the prone body of a fifteen year old dark haired boy. He seemed so peaceful, so innocent when they found him. Taichi Nobuki had slaughtered his mother with his bare hands, and such a thing scarred a person, even if you weren't the one who really did it. Even if somebody did it used your hands.
Taichi had been suggested for custody with his uncle, but Taichi had been too afraid of that. He had told the police and the doctors that he knew he was insane, that the things he had seen and thought couldn't possibly be real. He had been committed and was now in a hospital for the mentally ill. He was getting help to recover from the scars inflicted by the dark spirit.
Five days after he first woke up, Daisuke Ihachi decided to depart the country. It was simply a matter of chasing away bad memories, of starting off differently. He said his final goodbyes and headed to the airport where a plane would take him to America. He was going to join Kaiba there, he'd be in charge of running the attractions at Kaiba Land. It was a new start, and it payed well.
At the airport he said his goodbye to everyone. They promised they would all talk, said that they would keep in touch. He gave those who wanted it the number to the cell phone that Kaiba was providing him. He hugged a few goodbye, and got a light parting kiss from both Serenity and Kirani, one on each cheek. He had smiled and waved at them as he headed onto the plane.
While the plane flew over the last remnants of Domino City, flew off into the distance, he couldn't help but thinking about his past, and the future that was ahead of him. Though Domino City was behind him and so were the people there, he knew that those people, the city, and the things that had happened there would always be burned into his heart. A dream during waking hours, a dream of life during life.
He looked down at the disappearing dot that was Domino City, and a smile crossed his features. He let out a contented smile, and turned to look forwards. That was how he should always look now, because forwards was the best direction to go. That was how humans were, always moving onwards. Despite what the dark spirit had thought, it wasn't from cowardice. Moving onwards is always the hardest and bravest thing a person can do. And yet.... "Somehow I know I'll be back. I'd miss the dream too much."
Yes, that was his dream behind him. There was his dream ahead of him. Life was always a dream, and it took waking up from death to understand that. There was nothing more soothing then knowing that everything was just a dream, and yet it was still realm. The reality of knowing that you have awoken from the dream is what makes the dream real. This is the truth of dreams.
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Final Author's Note: This is the completion of my story to its fullest. Once again I hope you all enjoyed it, and I hope it meant something to you in the way that meant something to me. I feel braving in saying, just as Drake has, that I will now move onwards, just like everyone eventually has to do. I thank the characters of my story for teaching me lessons that I couldn't have learned otherwise. This story made itself, the characters gave life to themselves, and I benifited more then the characters did. I gave them life, and they gave me a little life back. Thank you.
Story Info
Creation Date: 6/16/03
Final Revision Date: 7/24/2003 1:30 A.M.
Characters: 1,316,945
Words: 293,116
Sentences: 17,463
Lines: 27,122
Paragraphs: 3,416
Pages: 498.33333
Average Word Length: 4
Average Words per Sentence: 17
Maximum Words Per Sentence: 103(I have no idea how that's possible, maybe I forgot a period somewhere)