Title: Tourniquet
Part: 1/1
Authoress: R-chan
E-Mail: R-changmx.de
Pairing: Bakura Ryô & Malik Ishtar
Warning: Death, suicidal thought, blood, suicide
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Nor „Tourniquet" by Evanescence. I don't get money for writing this.
Summary: Ryô suffers a lot from his love's death. Malik won't come back ever again. And so he griefs to his own ... death.
A/N: A sad short story, I know. I was a bit down myself when that idea came up in my mind. But don't worry, I'm fine again
I hope, you'll like my fanfic, and if so, then tell me!
Enjoy!
CU R-chan .
TOURNIQUET
Bakura Ryô sat powerlessly sunken into himself, leaning against the door of the balcony. He play uninteressedly with the sharf blade of his pocket knife. It should have been a present but he has never got the opportunity to give it away.
I tried to kill the pain, but only brought more!
His head leaned against the icyly cold window. His dull eyes followed bored the thin, red line which was left on the pale skin by the knife's tip.
He didn't feel this pain, he did not feel anything anymore. Just that damned emptyness within himself. That damned emptyness, black, cold and painful. And that stab through his already splintered heart, everytime Malik's last smile flashed in front of his inner eye. He could have broken out in tears over and over again but there was not one tear left that he could have cried.
So much more!
Ryô pressed the blade closer to his wrist, slowly drawing the metal tip across, from the left to the right.
I lie dying.
He did not intend to kill himself.
And I'm pouring ...
He did it to kill his time, to scare away the boredom.
Crimson regret ...
Just for fun.
And betrayal.
Reaching the middle of his wrist Ryô lifted the blade. Emotionless, dead eyes stared at the red liquid that slowly but surely ran down his forearm.
I'm dying ... praying ... bleeding ... and screaming.
Ryô sighed sadly and licked the blood away. It was warm and sweet but to Ryô it had lost its taste long, long ago.
Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost?
„Malik ...", Ryô whispered with dried up, chapped lips as all the wunderful pictures of his only love came up again.
His pulse sped up and from the cut in his left wrist erupted a new wave of blood.
My God! My touniquet!
Beloved! I want to be with you again!His heart screamed full of grief and longing for the love of his live, the sense of his live.
Return to me! Salvation! My God! My touniquet! Return to me! Salvation!
Ryô didin't want to suffer anymore! It was enough! Indeed it was enough.
„ENOUGH!" He cried out into the silence of the room, tearing apart his shirt.
„I ... Wait! I'll be with you in a moment!"
Do you remember me?
Ryô stood up and approached a picture frame.
Lost for so long!
He tenderly lifted the photo showing Malik up and kissed it gently.
Will you be on the other side?
Ryô rubbed his eyes. They terribly burned.
Or will you forget me?
He took the photo out of its frame and then pressed it against his chest. Just above his slowly ponding heart. His blood spread itself over clothing and picture. The boy felt dizzy and the room began to spin.
I'm dying ... praying ... bleeding ... and screaming.
Ryô stumbled, staggered and fell to the floor.
Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost?
Ryô's view became black.
My God! My touniquet! Return to me! Salvation! My God! My touniquet! Return to me! Salvation!
In his dark dream's world was only lonesome coldness. He ran and ran, towards a gravestone. But his steps grew slower till he fully stopped. He fell down on his kneeves, just into a blood pool. His blood pool. His wrist was bleeding as strongly as it had never been before. With a hopeless look Ryô reached out for the gravestone, with his left hand.
All I want is just to be with you again! Even if I have to...
My God! My touniquet! Return to me! Salvation! My God! My touniquet! Return to me! Salvation!
He didn't reach it.
A last, single tear made its way down his hollow cheek.
He reached it.
My wounds cry for the grave! My soul cries for deliverance! Will I be denied? Christ! Touniquet!
My Suicide ...
