Malik felt a light pressure on his bed and opened his eyes. He hadn't been in a deep sleep for he was as troubled as his counterpart which sat beside him looking at him. "Hikari. I have made a decision," said Marik, tilting his head ever so gently. Malik eased himself up sideway with his left arm, "I know." "I thought about--" "I know, Yami." Malik reassured, sitting up completely, "Tonight?" Marik bowed his head respectfully, "That's best." The sennen rod shone warmly from its place of rest on the kitchen counter. Then, as if a soul had been released from it, it lay still and cold as the metal it was made of. Malik smiled, "Ok."
Malik slipped out of bed and walked up the hall with Marik.
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Yugi woke up at the same time as Joey. Tea and Serenity and Tristan and Mai followed suite. Mai and Duke as well as their friends sat up bewildered. In each of their heads rang a whispered thank you. This voice or perhaps voices tickled, making each put a hand to their head in wonder.
Yugi got dressed hurriedly with destination in mind. Serenity and her brother as well got the idea. "What're we doin' here?" Joey asked, a cold breath escaping into the morning air as the group gathered in front of the Ishtar household. Some leaves blew past. "I don't know." Yugi mumbled.
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They found them together in the back yard. The huge oak tree, bare of leaves, supported their weight well enough from a branch in the center of it. Their ankles and wrists were bound by rope, and Marik's cape swayed eerily in the breeze.
We're
Free
Now
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It was doomed from the start you know? A sort of thing which fate decided before the knife ever touched the skin. And ending… Was in order. And now the ending leaves us with many questions. As all endings do. But the question… is do you want your questions… To be answered? Would you rather know the answer to that question or do you know it already? We know how it all ends. But we dodge it because.. It's more interesting. That is why we are here. It is because we know but can make it more unknown. We are here to laugh. We are here to make the best of things. And you cannot deny that everything you do is in some way done to make life better for you. Murderers kill for what they want or what is convenient. Suicidals die because it pleases them to see the end. Dreamers dream because it let's them own their world. Writers write because they enjoy sharing those dreams. What do you dream about? Another fictitious story? I want to show you how it ends in so many ways.. And I can. Every single story or piece of art or song can show you a new end. But you may see a beginning. Do you..?
Millenia Marik