Shattered Soul

A/N: This is the last normal chapter of the story. Next chapter will be the last one, so it will have a special format. This is another Malik chapter, because I just feel like writing for him.

Do I really need to say I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh?


I am still guilty.

No matter the outcome, no matter how happy

Mokuba is now, I am stained with guilt.

I still wander in darkness,

wanting an end to it and still needing to punish myself.

Self-punishment is Domino's new religion,

I see this, I know it. Seto, Katsuya,

Yuugi now. He stays with his lover, Atemu,

the narcissistic Pharaoh who can't give Yuugi

the attention he needs. Always in

the shadow of his darker half, ignored,

a bright light burns unnoticed, soon to explode if he continues unchecked.

Seto and Katsuya

keep apart, deceiving themselves

saying they were never meant to be, but

it's been seven months since they broke up,

and both are so unhappy.

All I can do is chronicle this new worship of masochism and martyrdom,

chronicle and engage in it,

and I do with such gusto.

Marik sees the hell I put myself

through daily, and he wants to end it,

but he can't. I won't let him.

Not until I'm dead and gone, so I want to forget him,

leave him, but I can't.

I love him.

And so I stay at our house, with its memories both good and bad,

and isn't that a worse punishment

than death's kind embrace or the gentle caress

of forgetful oblivion?


Poor Malik. He's still depressed. I wanted to make this chapter more upbeat and hopeful, but I don't really do upbeat and hopeful too well... (sweatdrop)