Shattered Soul
A/N: Hey, everyone. I'm extremely annoyed at myself right now, because I just woke up one minute- one!- before my alarm went off, and I didn't know what time it was, so I went back to sleep. For one minute. I'm so tired right now! Anyway, I probably won't update this again until Tuesday of next week, because I have this humongous English project that, no matter how hard I work on it, is not getting done, so I'll have to work on it in the mornings too. Sorry...
Here's a Malik chapter. I just noticed that I've been neglecting him. Oh, and I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. (sigh)
Guilt.
Polluting me, choking me, killing me, for I'm
I'm a murderer, so many times over.
Father, Arkana,
nameless others, faceless others, and now perhaps a friend.
And so I twist here, writhing in pain and fever,
some small retribution
for my crimes but I deserve to hurt more, burn more, no, die.
Mokuba's dying because of me.
Going mad. Is mad?
I brought my yami to Battle City and without me,
none of this would have happened.
Breathing stops.
My heart races, then slows. Is this all that comes with death? I
...I love you, my yami. I'm sorry
I need to
hurt you to atone for my crimes but it's for the best. Darkness.
Hands stroke my face. Warm hands, and
I open my eyes.
My yami stands, face terrible with sorrow, and he continues with this petting.
It was a strong, impersonal darkness that took me.
But my own sweet darkness
brought me back. He hugs me- pounces me!- bronze skin on
bronze, and I know: I can't leave now,
no matter my guilt.
I thought I had to write a little fluff, because this was getting too tragic. I was thinking of killing Malik off, but then I realized that I just couldn't, because Ryou had died in the last story... Hopefully I'll get all of my project done so that I can update on Monday, but most likely, I won't be able to update until Tuesday. So... See you then!
