Summary: Evanscnc/Lnkn' Prk/Adema (suicide)"I've been looking in the mirror for so long,that I've come to believe my souls on the other side.Oh the little pieces falling shatter.Shards of me too sharp to put back together.To small to matter"
Short story.
Lyrics from Linkin' Park 'Crawling' The Hybrid Theory
Layer 3: Never Say Goodbye
Bakura's P O V
It was cold. I hate the cold.
I leaned upon the marble tombstone feeling its texture and running my hands over the little indented scripts on it.
"You alright down there, Ryou?" Quite a simple question filled with a bitter remorse.
Why must you continue to do this? Do you like the fact that you talk to inanimate objects?
Get over it! He's dead. Been dead for three months now.
Does this pain ever go away?
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
"Ryou, I...I've been meaning to ask you something for the longest while..." I stop, why doesn't he answer? Do you hate me hikari?
He's dead you buffoon, been dead for three months now.
Stop lying, he's right here. Just look. He's right here. People who lie go to hell you know? That's what hikari always says. His God is a god of wrath.
"Ryou...I wanted to ask you if..."
Someone's hand on my shoulder, gently massaging it.
I look up. Malik. He looks real sad, like his sister died or something? Thank god you are always there, hikari? I don't know what I'd do if you died. Honestly.
"Come on 'Kura. We gotta go. It's getting late." He says, a slight crackle in his voice.
"No, I want to stay." I sound childish, almost nagging in a bizarre way.
He sighs and reaches out to wipe the tears from my cheek. Up until this point I had not registered that I was washing myself in a salty sea of despair.
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming/confusing
"'Kura, get up. We have to go. You've been out here since 3 a.m. and now its 5 a.m. I really have to get some sleep cuz my mid-terms start tomorrow. You need to sleep too, it'll help."
"You go. I'll stay," I rest my head on the ground, hearing the steady sounds of the cricket chirping beneath me.
"'Kura. Please. Don't do this." He's crying now, his face all flustered. He sinks to the earth and rests on top of me. "Bakura…He's dead…he's not coming back…he's just de… please we're all going through a rough time…don't put yourself through this…try to hold on to any sanity…I don't want to see them drag you away like they did Yami…please 'Kura…please…"
He's sobbing, quite uncontrollably too. I think he's trying to lift me off the ground but he just sinks back down with me.
Why does everyone say your dead Ryou? Tell them they're all going to hell for lying.
This lack of self-control i fear is never ending
Controlling/I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
Well…Ryou…Tell them hikari…tell them they're going straight to Hades…………why won't you talk?
Malik rolls off me rather ungracefully and repeatedly pounds his fists into the grave dirt. His tears and the soil mixing to create a mud splatter all over his face. God he looks so awful.
I was so engrossed in watching Malik, hurling his fists for no apparent reason into the dirt that I didn't realize my body was now completely off the ground and someone's arms were around me, their chin resting in my hair.
I look up and see the miserable eyes of Marik staring back at me. Now you see when Marik doesn't have a psychopathic look on his face you truly know there IS a God.
"Come on 'Kura. Let's go home. Hey we can go through Isis's stuff and maybe we can get her to flip us the birdie…you know like the time Malik told her blah blah blah blah blah blah blah …."
Sorry tuning in was never one of my strong points. I turn to face Malik. At least he's stop getting all hysterical and shit…he's just lying there…like one of those broken rag dollies you have in your room, Ryou.
Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So insecure
I want to say his name but the words dry up and it feels like I haven't had a sip of water days.
Marik's hand moves to my jaw and wipes away another set of unnoticed tears. Ra, why am I shedding tears?
"Feel better." Marik asks, of course he's referring to Malik.
The light on the ground nods his head wearily as though he had heard the question but at the same time hadn't known the source of it.
"Alright, let's go home then little one." Little one? The apocalypse is coming.
Malik nods once more and almost like a walking corpse shifts and gets up rather languidly. His face was smeared with mud and his hair and little clumps of grass sticking out of it.
He moves past us, not truly noticing we're there and walks towards the cemetery exit.
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Marik practically hauls me with him, following after Malik.
We got in the car and drove home in absolute silence.
When we got out that wretched sister of theirs that kept referring to me as 'it' since I moved in with them 2 months stepped off the porch to greet us with all but ignored words of distress.
"Why do you always have to follow 'it's' little commands? And when I ask you to do something you stare at me like I'm a mad woman or something." She follows us into the house ranting persistently on this or that.
Marik takes off my coat for me and hangs it on the rack and he does the same for his. I look around but Malik has disappeared. Lucky son-of-a-gun…meanwhile Isis continues…
I think after an hour or so of repeated commentary on the hockey game last Sunday, I switch off the TV. I wasn't much of a hockey fan, I'm more into football.
Marik doesn't even notice I've turned off the tube instead he just sits there and stares. Is everyone in this house going crazy but me?
Ironic.
I aim a potato chip at him but instead stuff it in my mouth and down the remnants of my coke. I'll leave him be.
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting/reacting
I go upstairs, hoping to go back to sleep without incident. I pass Malik's room, his door is open and he's sitting on his bed with that same 'god-what's-happening' stare on his face as Marik.
His face is still smeared with all that mud. I get a wet cloth from the washroom and return to his room, carefully wiping away the dried up markings. Strange, normally Malik would protest this six-year treatment then again he was always 'the little brother' to me.
I sat down in the beanbag chair and I think I talked to him a bit, well at least my lips were moving but I personally didn't hear any sounds but he nodded once or twice.
I don't know how long it was like that but I got tired and I left, I might have kissed him on the cheek or it could have been one of those awkward 'I-wish-I-did' moments.
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
I unsteadily climbed into bed and threw the covers over my head, blocking out the first light of the sun. I thought about some things I couldn't seem to remember and then fell into a heavy sleep. I was out for so long that when I woke, I was stupefied as to where I was and I thought I was back in my old room and Ryou was sleeping beside me.
I pull the sheets from the figure beside me. Malik was out like a light. Those damn midterms must have worn him down.
I get out of bed and head for the washroom, brushed my teeth in record time and bathed even faster.
I practically stampeded down the stairs and only stopped when that woman blurted a blunt expletive at me. But I didn't really care. I was out the door before I could react with even more acidic words.
I hadn't a clue as to where I was heading, at one point it seemed like I was going in circles then the next I was in some busy, crowded commercial place staring at everyone around me.
Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So insecure
I sat down on a bench in the park for an hour or two until, not moving but just looking, watching, interpreting. An then I was gone just like that and I found myself staring at a massive, 12 story building with the large letters 'DPH' on it.
Hospital huh? Wasn't Yugi supposed to be there? I haven't seen that one in a while.
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
……………TBC………………………………
The next chapter will be the last, I'm 95 positive of that.
Hope you've enjoyed it thus far.
I'm into writing short fics lately can't bother with long ones, there such bitches.
If you have an idea for a short fic and you can't bother to write it, hey hit me up sometime, I'll do it for free and you can post it under your name or mine if you want…but you have to do your own beta. I'm not guaranteeing I'll do your fic , it has to be interesting and it has to be something that isn't tired or cliché and please no j/k I'm not good at that pairing at all.
The reason I'm being so generous…well ygo is my fandom and I want to see it grow and never come to a close…I hope sincerely that when I'm dead and rotting ygo will still be a rocking fanfic mecca as it is now.
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I'll personally thank each and everyone of you in the next chapter.