A Cut

Silently Broken, Disclaimer: Don't own yugioh.

Thanks all you reviews! You all really make my day! Since there are no more new suggestions, I will be doing the ones that have been left behind (Yami, Bakura and Mokuba) But I'm still wide open for suggestions! I'll do my best to connect them with their correspondence!

Note: the Yamis didn't die when the hakaris died. Just so you know.

I'm stupid. T.T Very stupid. Many thanks to Lil'SluggersHelper for catching my mistake. I'm ashamed.

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Bakura looked around the lonely and desolate house sadly. Silently, like a thief in the night, he crept into this light's old room. Here he tenderly fingered the photographs of the boy. A sad, worn smile played on his lips.

"Why Ryou?" he asked aloud, but he knew he would receive no answer. It had been months since his light's suicide. He had absolutely no idea that he had been that tormented inside. It helped, though, to look at his light's possessions and remembering him. He didn't need to hide either. When the father heard of his son's death, the stayed far away from this place. Bakura sighed running his hands through his hair. He felt a compulsion to find something in this place but he didn't know what. Every night at approximate time his hakari died, he would come in here and look for something. However, he didn't know what. Tonight, knew.

It was strange; he didn't recall Ryou keeping a knife in his drawer. It was a lovely thing, simple yet beautiful. The moonlight glinted off the smooth blade, giving it the impressions of perfection. The sharp silver blade contrasted nicely with the handle.

Bakura felt a suddenly longing for the knife and reached for it. He could have sworn it was calling to him. He was being delusional, he thought, but don't most people when they loose the lighter side of them?

As he reached for the knife and his finger closed around it, his legs seemed to move automatically on their own out the door and into a room. This room, he realized was Amane's favorite room, or the pink room as Ryou called. He knife was still in his had too. He noticed he was clutching the knife so tightly that he had dug it into his palm. Bakura decided to clean up the cut.

A cut drips red blood into the sink

Mix it with fresh running water.

And you have a pretty pale hue of pink.

Bakura turned around. "Who…..?"

Childish laughter was heard on his left. When Bakura looked nothing was there.

He returned to the sink and proceeded to wash the cut. When he dried his hands, he noticed the knife lying on the counter. Again, by some strange compulsion, his hands grabbed the knife and brought it down on his wrists.

Bakura panicked, and struggled with all his might. Then a voice asked sadly, "Why do you fight it?"

Bakura looked and there was Ryou and Amane. "Ryou, what are you doing!", cried Bakura. "Don't you want to join us?", asked Ryou. "Ryou", said Bakura calmly, even though inside he was breaking, "I can't, remember? I'm immortal. I can't die." He spat the last two sentences with disgust. He could do anything to himself, but he wouldn't be able to die. He realized that many years ago.

Ryou shook his head and grinned. "You can! We will help you. You just have to trust us and relinquish your will to us. It'll be fine, I promise."

Bakura sighed, knowing it was hopeless. These two figures were probable figments of his imagination. He had been hallucinating ever since Ryou died. Why would this be so different? But he decided to humor his imagination.

"Fine", he said. Ryou frowned as he said, "We are not figments of your imagination. For this to work, you have to believe."

Bakura sighed and complied. It wasn't very hard to do, because he had been wishing Ryou would be real and come back for so long! He missed his lighter half immensely.

Ryou smiled and said, "Now place the blade on wrist." When Bakura did so and started to push on it, Ryou and Amane helped as well. As Bakura watched the crimson blood started to flow out and it didn't stop!

He was amazed. Finally, he would get the eternal rest he had earned. They were almost finished as Bakura collapsed onto the rug unable to stand any longer. The pain was so great! Ryou sat next to Bakura and comforted him, until Bakura lay still. Then Ryou kissed Bakura's forehead and whispered, "I'll see you later."

With that, he snapped his fingers and he and Amane disappeared.

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Two more left! Unless there are more suggestions. Sorry for the long wait.