Kari: And this one is even later then the last pinches selfsorry about that, I had it written the same day I posted chapter 4, but none of you knew that since only ONE person reviewed that chapter sulks Anyways here is the next bit, a tad short but hey…
VixinKitsune: Hmm, who is talking? It would be cheating if I told you know wouldn't it? I'm glad you are liking it so far…
Maruken: You're reviews are my favourite giggleI'm so easily flattered, makes me want to write laughAnd thank you for your praise, I don't mind the cliché at all, it's cute
Elle-Fate2x1-2: You know I REALLY want to answer your questions but that would destoy my plot line wouldn't it? So keep reading all will become clear.
SnowIce: laugh yes yes, more questions; I'm glad you are likeing it, you are my only reviewer for chapter 4 hugs your special! Anyways, yeah, so thank you for the kind words
Kari: Time to start, this is for Saak-chan and all the people listed above and in chapter 3
In his dreams he was flying, so high above the skyline watching; the endless sea of trees disappearing below. He smiled as they sped away, whatever lay beyond those trees was his to find; and he was filled with giddy excitement- a child with a new toy. And on and on he flew over endless green waiting for the break; waiting for night to turn to day. Squinting into the distance he could see a sliver of the sun rising over the horizon; the trees got thinner giving way to more flat land. Soon enough roads started popping up in clear places, twisting and twining around each other like venomous black snakes.
He followed one of these roads knowing that it would lead to people; it would lead to a city, a shining metropolis of human technology. In a place like that there wouldn't be any people like Mokuba, or Yugi, in a place like that people were eaten and spit out everyday but huge monstrous buildings and in that city every time the sun rose every being was that much closer to damnation; that much closer to death. As he got closer he was exited to see things that were normal to him; children playing. Mothers scolding them fro running off, pets, people, he wanted it all back, he didn't want cold halls; he wanted his city, he wanted his fellow people. As he entered what was normally called the suburbs he saw people leaving for work. Stopping he hovered over them looking intently for a normal person; eyes widening he looked over every one of them. All around him all he could see is death, people rotting away as they walked, piles of bones turning to dust right in font of their huge SUVs. He watched one in horror, a middle aged man, kissing the rotting cheek of his wife, a strip of her skin falling away when he touched it, the baby she held in her skeletal arms opening a mouth of rotting gums.
Ryou felt a wave crash through his body, bending over a retching- what was this?! Why were all the people dying, why didn't they even notice?!
"Because that is normal for them," Ryou whirled surprised to find there was a man standing on the ground looking up at him, the man stood in the middle of the decay untouched by the death around him. His hair was long, but pulled back and his bangs were held with a soft headband, he stood there watching Ryou with his emerald eyes.
"What do you mean?!" Ryou cried looking around, from the bones of the middle-aged man a child was crawling out, wriggling like trying to escape a cocoon. Ryou watched as it crawled towards the car, growing and decaying as it did, what did this all mean?
"I mean what I said, look at yourself." Ryou did as the stranger told him, he raised his pale hands to look at them, to his horror they were rotting away, the flesh shrivelling with age, weathering away, and flaking off. The scream burbled from inside him, passing his lips without him thinking about it, and he was screaming unable to stop the horrified yell. Unable to keep his fear from boiling over, he was scared and he could not stop the visions of death from him.
Ryou awoke gasping, he looked around wildly, he was sitting in his room, on the couch again, still wearing the robes he put on after his bath. He quickly looked at his hands, but they were as soft and as flawless as ever, he patted down his body, happy to find it still intact.
"You were screaming," the comment startled him and as usual there was Yugi looking at him, huge violet eyes regarding him with that same detached interest that he associated with the small man.
"W-was I?" Ryou stammered, he was embarrassed and shaken up at the same time; he was embarrassed that Yugi had heard him hysterical, at the same time he was glad he had not woken up alone. The dying people had freaked him out on a level he didn't really want to think about, the way they seemed to insignificant, each life passing in the blink of an eye. And that man standing there watching it all…
"Yes," Yugi watched him patently and he as suddenly hit with the urge to tell the other person, he wanted to know he wasn't insane. He wanted to share his fear with the other boy.
"It was a nightmare," Yugi only nodded slightly, the slightest movement of his head, "It was scary, I was in the city; and… and everyone, everyone was dying. It was horrible, they rotted away but no one noticed, it was like their deaths meant nothing…" Ryou shivered from the cold or from his thoughts he could not tell.
"Out there everyone dies," Yugi said looking at him and right through him at the same time, "As they pass, in the same minute they are replaced and the world carries on…" Yugi had that piercing stare at a point beyond Ryou, a point beyond what he could comprehend.
"…" Yugi was lost in his thoughts,
"I'll bring swift death, it's no different then the natural cause, everyone will rest and be forgotten, their bones rotting away to feed the earth, then used to offer up flowers to the sun. To nourish their children, eating them is no different now then if they were to grow into food like they all eventually would; don't think about it dearling, soon you will be free of all these thoughts."
Yugi had that speech cradled softly in his heart, everything he had become had sprung off that one comment. His life had been shaped by that man, never would he dare forget a word of that, for as long as he continued to live, he would never forget.
Bakura sat in his large hall; in front of him Malik sat at the seat of a large piano, his fingers, caressing each key, stringing the noises together to make music. It was flawless, beautiful, but it lacked warmth, it was a song for them, it was… their song. Elegant, beautiful, never ending, but cold, hearts of ice. Malik played their song, letting the ice of his mind flow into the keys, letting his thought focus on the song and only the song, letting the instrument become him, the strings vibrating was the nonexistent beat of his heart; he could pretend he lived when he played. And to a certain degree he did, when he let his mind go and became the piano he could almost feel himself fading away, his mind willing to leave into oblivion and never come back. He wanted to die when he played, he wanted the light to swallow him whole, he wanted to throw it all away.
When it stopped and he opened his eyes again he was in the large hall, still he walked, and talked. Still he continued on, ready and anticipating the next dive. Clapping cut him off from his thoughts; he looked over to the Master who was smiling at him, teeth all bared in a deadly smile. A smile that had ended his life, and was the first thing he saw when his life began.
"Your getting better everyday," Bakura said standing and moving towards the seated servant, he lifted the boy's chin so he could look into dawn eyes more clearly. "Tell me do you understand the song?"
"Yes master," Malik quivered, the feeling of being touched, it sent sparks flying through his body. The master was normally less liberal when it came to contact.
"Tell me, do you know how you played it? Do you really understand what you are saying now?" Bakura searched his servant's eyes, there hidden in their depth, millions of emotions swirled each sealed off carefully to avoid unwanted spills. All of them the same, so beautifully refined, yet each one fragile as a glass flower in their own ways. So raw and delicate it made his soul ache. He had planted and cultivated each one, a garden of true beauty.
"No master" Malik stared unblinking into his Master's stony eyes, eyes so deep you could lose yourself in them, never to find the exit; never wanting to find the exit- press on a little further, maybe you'll unlock the secrets…
"You tell me, that you're gone, you tell me that there is no reason to keep on living, but today…" Bakura looked at his servant some more, "Today there is hope," that smile again, "perhaps our guest reminded you of the world outside of my walls?"
Malik at last looked away, ashamed that his thoughts were so well known to their master. They were taught to bottle their emotions, and yet… Of course Master would know, Master is just that- Master, he knows everything…
"If I may leave…" Malik said softly, not wanting to think about it here, his life had a pattern, it had had that balance that was the very foundation that this place was built on, he had the stability he craved. But know he was reminded of the rush of outside life, people rushing to get things done before they passed away. He didn't know what he wanted anymore, he wanted… Marik…
"Yes, go on" Bakura watched with interest as his child elegantly rose and left the room, sitting back into his chair looking at the empty fire place. And as the screaming of a person trapped in a nightmare started, he wondered again, why did they all want to leave his utopia? Why when in a perfect word there was order they had all they could want and still after the years roll one by one by they leave, his beautiful flowers going out for the winter where he could not protect them. And for each flower he lost he mourned their loss, their unique beauty forever lost to he world, and then came another, there was no end to the life, and yet… as death came to each life, he came to their souls to decided their destiny.
The screaming stopped shortly after, Bakura stood, he had to summon Mokuba and Jou, prepare for his flower to return from the winter, he was ready to look upon the damage the outside world could have done on his sweet.