Well, hello again! This is CYS! And I'd just like to say, THANK YOU all for being so patient with me, I really appreciate it, and I'm sorry that it took me so darn long to update, but... sigh Well, let's just say a LOT has been happening, shall we? Grrr... ;; In any case, WHOOP-TIE-DEEE, I have a new boyfriend, isn't that great? He's like, the BEST guy in the whooooolllllleee world! HA HA HA! GRIIINNNSSS

Also, just in case any of you were wondering...

Exams went fine, AND,

I shall be trying to update ALL of my stories (probably starting with ''Green and Black Tears'') as soon as I possibly can. But as I said, a lot has been going on lately, so I'm not sure exactly WHEN that is going to happen...
I'm working on it, though!

In any case, here is my new (and hopefully, FINAL) chapter of this story. I had lost the original storyline, but I believe that now, thinking back on it, it had actually seemed a bit... lacking. I don't know.

Oh well, I truly hope you enjoy this part of the story!

Forotten (of abandoned, maybe?) family will be revealed, and there MAY even be some other-worldy contact, but hey, what do I know, hmmm...?

Ha ha ha, well remember:

BROTHEREN: CYS does NOT own the Yu-Gi-Oh anime. If she did, Tea would be dead, Kiaba would have a kick-ass girlfriend and be king of the world, and Noah and Serenity would be sentanced to a life of pain and unbearable torture! BWUAHAHHAHAA!

...ahem...

Well now, aren't you glad I don't own this then? Ok, toodles!

Read, Review, and ENJOY, PPLS!

YAY!


One lone figure stood out against the darkening skyline of the heavily sloped hill, outlined as only a blank shadow on the pallet of the slowly extinguishing horizon...

Slowly, the diminutive casket swayed on its hooks as it lay waiting, solemnly, for the comforting pall of the freshly turned earth.

Crrreeeaaakkkk, crrrreeeeaaakkkkk... to and fro, she gazed up at him, haunted eyes boring into his side as he stood over the edge of the hill, waiting. Not once did he pretend not to recognize her presence, but she made it known anyway.

'How could you have let this happen?' The ascetic voice hummed accusingly.

Some waning sigh,
Some bold escape of wind,
A gentle grave's weeping, nothing more.

He chose to ignore it.

'How could you stand there, as you are, so rich, so powerful, and yet, so weak?

He would not falter...
So weak that you could not even find it in your heart, the decency to take in your own kinsmen?
Too shrewd to begin loving again? To shelter your own sist- '

"SHE IS NOT MY SISTER, WOMAN! She is no kinsman of mine!" He nearly screamed, turning on his heel all at once, fuming and spitting, like some unkept cat.

'AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF KINSMEN?' She replied, also rising up in anger. The coffin wavered with her abrupt steps. 'You have no right to speak of things that you do not understand!'

"Understand? And what WOULD you have me understand? Dear 'mother', sweet confidant protector? What have you ever done?"

'I loved her."

He shook his head with a frustrated sigh, turning away once more.

From this woman, who sought only to humiliate him one last time, who spoke so blindly of a love which she had never shared... he could not bear to look at her now.

"And what of me? Do you think I am some kind of fool? You say much about the cherishing of your kin, and yet speak nothing that reminds me of a time in which that same state of being cherished was imposed upon your own, forgotten sons."

'Oh my boy, we loved you. You know that we must have, we had tried to save you, after all-"

"And by confining us to a life of lies you saved us?" He turned again, slowly. "You think to little of us, and too highly of yourself, mother."

'And you do not think at all." Another figure appeared from beneath the shelter of the bowing pine trees, to stand beside them on the darkening hillside. Gently he placed one effulgent hand upon the woman's shoulder, steading both her, and the gently rocking tomb on which she rested on.

The young man only looked away in discust. If he disliked the woman at all, it was this man that he hated, no, LOATED entirely. He was the beginning of all the lies, all the hatred, and every event that had followed them until now...

And he would not recieve the satisfaction of toying with him again.

'Son,' He began, but was halted by the intense look of anger within the other man's eyes.

''I have given you what you want. I have made sure that she was done and burried, and see no reason for me to speak with you any longer.

"All I wish now," the all-too-familiar voice started again, "Is that you finally leave us be..."

A rustle of leaves from behind turned the heads of the three, as another figure emerged from the bushes. He paused.

"Who are you talking to, Seto?" The little boy asked, eyes searching for the inhabitants of the other two voices.

"No one, Mokuba, no one... Come on, let's go."

And as they departed, for what was hopefully not the last time, down the slowly sloping arch of the grand hill, two lone figures stood against the aligned headstones of their broken family, watching.

Only when the glaring headlights of the luxurious Kiaba Corp. limosuine faded into the bloody sunset did they falter...

'Come along, Marghritte, your hands are cold." The man whispered.

And they dissappeared, shimmering and wavering silver, into death's sleep for the night.


A/N: Ahhhh, how did you like it? Did it make sense? I mean, you guys got the connection, right?

Any questions you have will be answered in the final chapter, my Q & A section. So go ahead and ask now, 'cuz if you don't soon, you'll never get it.

Ok then, well, I really enjoyed writing this for all of you! And I'd really appreciate your imput!

As such, I have a question:

1) Should I make a prequel/ sequel, and

2) What would be best to describe, depending on what you chose?

Well alrighty-then! This is CYS, saying bye bye for now!
I love you guys!

&C'YA REAL SOON!

BYE!