Welcome to the last chapter of my fic. I'm so happy! This is the first story
I've ever finished, fic or other. Except I have to type all this on notepad
instead of Microsoft word, which really sucks. No spellcheck! I think this kind
of effort deserves REVEIWS!! I'm pathetic, I don't care. I may be done with
the fic but I still like to hear from whoever is reading this, so tell me if
you like it or not. Oh yeah, the reason I have to write this on notepad is
because my stupid computer doesn't work ::burns computer:: I have to use my grandma's
computer o.o;; Oh well, enough of my problems. On with the story!
-To Be Forever Mine-
An Epileptic fit.
That's what the doctor's said killed him.
How naive.
So here I am at the funeral pretending to feel sorry for him.
I always have been a good liar.
But then I wonder, should I have done this?
Will I be able to live with myself for the rest of my life?
So many doubts, how can I ever be sure this was the right thing to do?
I guess I'll never know.
What I do know is it's over, done.
I sit quietly through the funeral. Ride in the black car on the way to the cemetary.
A friend in mourning.
At the cemetary I watch as the others take turns piling dirt over the casket.
Shovel full by shovel full.
The hollow sound of the dirt as it hits the top of the coffin will stay in my mind forever.
I can't help but wonder what's going through Yami's head.
His face looks so greif-stricken, so sad.
I think he may suspect something. His eyes burn into me whenever he looks my way.
Do I look guilty?
The filling of the hole is done. Everyone starts to leave.
Except Yami, I watch him.
He stares at the grave.
Soon we are alone.
"I know it's you."
He knows. How can he know?
"What do you mean by that?"
"I know by the look on your face. The feeling I get every time I look at you."
"I don't know what you're talking about, it was a fit of epilepsy,
that's what the doctors said."
"Do you think I'm stupid? I know Yugi, he was a small person. He never could have done that by himself. His body was so broken and mutilated they wouldn't even open the coffin!"
There is only one thing I can do. Tell him.
I'm gripping at the tiny chance that he might understand.
"Alright, I killed him."
"Why?"
He can barely get out the word, the look of pain is to much for me.
"I love you. You mean everything to me."
"That's no reason to kill someone! I loved him, I always will. You're just, just..."
I can fill in the blank myself.
I'm a monster. I'm disgusting.
"But Yami, I thought you would understand! Don't you see, to love someone so much that you would kill to have them is the highest and most beautiful love there is!"
"Beautiful? That's what you call this? I'll tell you what this is, it's awful. Bakura, I could never love you, ever. All I have for you is a great hatred, you sicken me. I never want to see you again."
He has tears in his eyes as he shoves me and walks away.
I feel something jab me. I put my hand in my pocket and pull out a knife.
The same one that Yugi used.
I am suddenly filled with rage. If I can't have Yami, no one will.
He will be mine.
Forever mine.
I take the knife and run up behind him. Ram the steel in between his shoulder blades.
He falls on his back.
"Bakura..."
His voice is weak. His eyes fade and glaze over.
He breathes his last.
His final word was my name. A whisper.
The knife is still in my hand, dripping with his blood.
I carefully close his eyes, so beautiful.
And look at him.
I disgust myself.
What have I turned into?
Death, blood, hatred, pain, love, sadness. All of these feelings.
I can no longer stand myself.
I have nothing left. Yami was my life.
I lived off my love for him and my thirst, hunger, lust, longing for revenge.
Now I have destroyed both.
Nothing left.
Nothing.
I open my eyes and look bak at Yami.
Lean over and softly kiss him.
If I can't be with him in life then I will be with him in death.
Forever.
The knife goes through my chest.
Sweet soothing painlessness.
We will be found together.
Rest in peace.
-End-
-To Be Forever Mine-
An Epileptic fit.
That's what the doctor's said killed him.
How naive.
So here I am at the funeral pretending to feel sorry for him.
I always have been a good liar.
But then I wonder, should I have done this?
Will I be able to live with myself for the rest of my life?
So many doubts, how can I ever be sure this was the right thing to do?
I guess I'll never know.
What I do know is it's over, done.
I sit quietly through the funeral. Ride in the black car on the way to the cemetary.
A friend in mourning.
At the cemetary I watch as the others take turns piling dirt over the casket.
Shovel full by shovel full.
The hollow sound of the dirt as it hits the top of the coffin will stay in my mind forever.
I can't help but wonder what's going through Yami's head.
His face looks so greif-stricken, so sad.
I think he may suspect something. His eyes burn into me whenever he looks my way.
Do I look guilty?
The filling of the hole is done. Everyone starts to leave.
Except Yami, I watch him.
He stares at the grave.
Soon we are alone.
"I know it's you."
He knows. How can he know?
"What do you mean by that?"
"I know by the look on your face. The feeling I get every time I look at you."
"I don't know what you're talking about, it was a fit of epilepsy,
that's what the doctors said."
"Do you think I'm stupid? I know Yugi, he was a small person. He never could have done that by himself. His body was so broken and mutilated they wouldn't even open the coffin!"
There is only one thing I can do. Tell him.
I'm gripping at the tiny chance that he might understand.
"Alright, I killed him."
"Why?"
He can barely get out the word, the look of pain is to much for me.
"I love you. You mean everything to me."
"That's no reason to kill someone! I loved him, I always will. You're just, just..."
I can fill in the blank myself.
I'm a monster. I'm disgusting.
"But Yami, I thought you would understand! Don't you see, to love someone so much that you would kill to have them is the highest and most beautiful love there is!"
"Beautiful? That's what you call this? I'll tell you what this is, it's awful. Bakura, I could never love you, ever. All I have for you is a great hatred, you sicken me. I never want to see you again."
He has tears in his eyes as he shoves me and walks away.
I feel something jab me. I put my hand in my pocket and pull out a knife.
The same one that Yugi used.
I am suddenly filled with rage. If I can't have Yami, no one will.
He will be mine.
Forever mine.
I take the knife and run up behind him. Ram the steel in between his shoulder blades.
He falls on his back.
"Bakura..."
His voice is weak. His eyes fade and glaze over.
He breathes his last.
His final word was my name. A whisper.
The knife is still in my hand, dripping with his blood.
I carefully close his eyes, so beautiful.
And look at him.
I disgust myself.
What have I turned into?
Death, blood, hatred, pain, love, sadness. All of these feelings.
I can no longer stand myself.
I have nothing left. Yami was my life.
I lived off my love for him and my thirst, hunger, lust, longing for revenge.
Now I have destroyed both.
Nothing left.
Nothing.
I open my eyes and look bak at Yami.
Lean over and softly kiss him.
If I can't be with him in life then I will be with him in death.
Forever.
The knife goes through my chest.
Sweet soothing painlessness.
We will be found together.
Rest in peace.
-End-
