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Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN YGO! And the song is Metallica's…Hell, in this world someone just has to be somehow creative.
FAB: Well, nothing more to do but thank Forbidden-Dystopia once again. I've never in my life was so positively flamed (Yeah, some new terms here…) And I want to calm the readers and promise I'll finish this one, even if it is the last thing I do in life. I haven't forgotten and I'm going to do my best to finish this FIC in time. Don't worry, I'm always thinking and writing, but it takes me some time to arrange the things properly. Patience will lead to safety. Chinese ancient idioms are the best!
Master Of Puppets – Chpter 10 – Crimson Bonds
Lost in thoughts once again. Well, when you have the whole eternity to think about the things you have done in life, you may be surprised by the amount of things you can remember. It is like looking deep inside into your mind, opening old dusty drawers of things you thought you had forgotten, million shards of unnecessary information and feelings, pieces of hopes and dreams.
It was so long ago, he thought nothing was left from it. But time is an elaborate thing, you see; it can make us believe we have forgotten something, and then it brings it back, on a crucial moment, sometime, something very dark deep inside our soul surfaces…Most are ignoring it, they are talking with their friends, cleaning their rooms, studying new things, only to keep their minds busy…Yet when his darkness surfaced, he had nothing he could do to forget it…Everything he did, every morbid breath he took into his little lungs brought more power to his darkness…Because everything around him was related to it. Every little stone in the wall, every word in the books, every face he saw…His father…His brothers…Everything just pushed him over and over the edge, down into the abyss. And though he was surrounded by many people, he was still so alone, so alone in the critical moments when the darkness could take over, use him…Speak, speak all those little words into his head…His only friend…
His only hope, the one who was always there, behind his mind, behind the traumas he wanted to erase. He clouded them, made them disappear for a while, whispering…Rustling of sands above his head, when he shivered in his sleep, when the food wasn't enough for him, when his body felt tired and weak, when he couldn't read more, falling to sleep on his books, when his eyes burned from memorizing the prophecy…He was meant to be the one who knew the secret…His body was meant to carry the secret when his memory finally betrayed him. Yet he remembered. He remembered everything well. Especially the hours of listening to his dark, the eternal aeons that were somehow so misty, so mystic, so…So his.
His only hope. His only friend. His only savior.
His Master. His yami.
)(I'll set you free, hikari…You will be free…)(
Those words were enough. They were enough to make him live once again. They were enough to make him sit and study on his place for hours, memorizing the cards. They had so much influence, they carried so much care with them. Sincere promises. He was so alone. Yes, his sister never truly cared about him. She spoke with him, but never let him speak. The darkness let him speak. The dark was a good listener. And it was always with him.
Once he tripped and fell down, hitting his weakened body on the stone floor, getting his arms wounded. /What will I do? I can't find my way, I can't get out. I've never seen this place before. How will I make it back to my room, to my bed?.../
)(Close your eyes, hikari…You don't need them, let me blind you, for I can walk in the eternal murkiness…I can see…I can see every little twist and turn in it…I can feel a power…)( and when the words were hissed so gently into his ears, so comforting, he let his eyes shut. His body rose to his feet, and he started walking blindly, childish steps, but the feeling was so not his…This sensation of controlling, of having a pawn to break in your hands…
)(You can rely on me, my boy…I'll tell you the truth. They've all lied to you, made you suffer for nothing, my dear hikari…Look what they've done to you, mutilating you body, breaking your soul, making you a mere human…Look, you don't need to eat anymore…You don't feel sick when you starve…You are the one to be, my dear, you are the one to be the Pharaoh…)( he shivered in surprise, these words were never spoken. He never dared to speak about this. It was forbidden even to think about such thing. How could he claim to be a Pharaoh? He was unworthy, his soul in the dirt. How could he…Even dare to want such thing, an earth worm like him?
)(The truth, hikari, the truth…Think, think with your head…What do you see? Tell me, hikari, what do you see? And then I shall tell you what I see…)( the voice was light, pleading, tracing through his body, making shivers run down his spine.
"I…I see the golden crown, being placed down on the head of the Pharaoh...Ra is blessing him, the eternal king…" whispered a broken voice of a child, transfixed to the image in his mind.
)(You know who is the Pharaoh, hikari? It is…You…)( said the voice )(You can do it. you can be the Pharaoh. You can take the power into your hands. But you have to rely on me…You have to let me help you…My little hikari, you can never make it alone. You are too young, but with my help, we'll take over…Then, Ra will bless you…The crown on your head, the Rod in you hand…Go, take it…Take it!…What are you waiting for? Take it! Now!)( the voice pushed seductively.
"No…No…" he gasped in pain when his other half was gaining more and more control over his body, thick pain flowing into his vessel as he got the taste of madness, the sheer darkness, right into his soul, feeling his mind being torn apart…His eyes tightly closed, walking toward unknown destinations, as his Master was the one in total control now…
/You made me go, you made me…No. It was my fault. I failed. I couldn't hold back. I was too much in you, I was too deep in you, and you went too far into me, into my being…You took over, when you…When I opened my eyes once again, the world was not the same. Everything was not the same…You never told me the truth, yami. You just…You used me. Used me…/ a sharp wind rushed around him, blowing his motionless body, shaking his lifeless limbs. He couldn't move himself…But now he felt it…It was getting close…The whole Master Chain shook from fear and wanting /You…You are here…Already…And…My mind is so hazy, but I can feel…I feel your desire…You are hungry. You want…You are…/ and then it hit Malik, something was really close to him, the lost presence within his mind, and she was…She was there…She was finally there, and in few seconds, she would see, she would know…The nasty truth itself.
"Where are we?" she managed to let out, as the cold pierced into her very BoNeZ, making her shiver involuntarily as she followed the darkening figure of Marik. The cave was indeed very dark, just the sparkles from the millennium items lit it /He said someone was waiting us…But who?.../ somewhere ahead, she saw Marik's frame disappearing. Feeling a low pain in her head she noticed she walked right into a wall. The place was really…Dangerous, and she stretched her arms, trying not to fall once again /But I am a spirit, how can I feel this pain?.../ she thought, remembering suddenly her body wasn't solid. Yet the pain was so vivid…So throbbing…
She took the turn, looking into a little room in the cave. There, in the depth of the fog, she saw a shadowed figure "But who…?"
She stepped into the room only to fall back on the floor, pain flowing into her body once more from the impact /What the Hell? Why can't I come in? And who is he?…And why isn't he…Well, why is he so silent?…And Hell, he is so tall…/ Crystal couldn't see clearly what was going on in the cave, yet a second later something glowed in the dark, burning up and illuminating the rift almost fully…
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He was…
The most horrific sight she had ever witnessed.
He wasn't that tall at all…He was just hanging there from the stone ceiling, so pale that the light reflecting from his face almost made her blind, his hair bright and long, limbs so motionless, his eyes closed forever, the lonely figure of…A 18 years old boy…
A scream crossed her throat for the view was absolutely terrifying…And it was so painful to look at him, look at the face that in some unknown way didn't lost the grace, the unmistakable beauty he possessed, his tanned skin that lost its color because of the way Marik treated him…
"What have you done?" demanded Crystal fearfully, placing her hand on the glassy barrier between her and Marik "Who is he? And what have you done to him?" /And what most important, why?...Why for?.../
Marik turned around, a nerve-bending smirk on his face. "His name is Malik…Or shall I say it was his name. I took his miserable name when I expelled him out of this body. He is a mere spirit right now, not that it matters in this part of the Shadow Realm…" Marik let out a laugh. Malik didn't move.
"What do you mean?" Crystal whispered in horror, the cold getting into her legs. She felt the hurt in her arms because of her previous fall.
"Oh, you know why. I heard how you fell before…Your spiritual body felt every little hit on your FlEsH…And he can feel everything around him…Moreover, he can hear us, Isis, he understands everything. He knows you are here…He wanted you to be here…" Marik admired his hikari, casting a wanting glance at his arms /So soon…That's what you wanted, Malik, you should be grateful…I'll let the girl know where you are lying in death, yet then I'll get her soul out…Your stupid hopes of ever being found are useless…/
"But…Why?" asked Crystal, feeling tears in her eyes "Why? What had he done to you? See how he…Why did you do this?" a tear fall down from her cheek. The sight was indeed something that suffocated your soul and made you shiver.
"Why? Practically, there is no logical answer to your question, dear. He was the one who hosted me, so one day I just…Used him back. This boy was supposed to be a tomb keeper. He was born to a family of tomb keepers, to a life under the ground, a life of darkness…This job is really demanding, you see…He had to have the secret of the Pharaoh's power carved into the FlEsH of his back…He had to devote his entire life to a constant waiting for a man that was never supposed to show up anymore. You can wait for the dead as long as you want. His life was meant to be such a waste…Yet he was a little fighter, you see, never gave up…The hate bloomed inside his heart, hate toward his life, toward the real Pharaoh and especially toward his father, who made him go through Hell since the second Malik was born…His sister and brother disappointed him, they weren't strong enough to protect him from himself...Or shall I say, from me…He was lost from the initial start, my little hikari…"
"…And I've waited. I've waited inside his soul. I bore his pain, I felt him shudder at nights, and I haunted him…I made him want to find out why…I made him want to know, to feel the power…I got him addicted, addicted to me, to my whispers, to my lies…" Marik stroke gently the frozen cheek of his hikari, feeling how stiff and bleak his skin was, taking a deep rasping breath "Gradually, I made him believe he had the rights to be the Pharaoh…After all, I wanted to master the great power of the ancient ruler…I took over his body, and used the millennium Rod to kill his father…And he…Well, he was so blinded by me that he agreed…And he believed me again," Marik threw his head back in hollow, cruel laugher.
"You loved my stories so much! What an amusing hikari you were, what an idiot…" Marik said, leading his hand into the pocket, pulling a penknife out in a sharp movement. "He ran away, searching for his destiny…Yet in the course of the time, he lost his battles, he was never strong enough to make it…Only I could do it. I expelled him away from his body, yet he came back with a friend of his. Then and there they both lost the game. For the last time. And I made sure he never saw sunlight once more…" Marik said, taking Malik's left arm and admiring the scars on it "He has served me well…" Marik said, licking his lips.
Crystal looked completely terrified "What are you…Going to do?"
"I still need Malik…His blood…" said the yami, watching the disgust and the horror spreading on her face "His blood is reviving me, making me feel so alive…His blood is a way tastier than mine…" with the knife in his left, Marik stretched Malik's arm, preparing.
He stirred a little on his place, knowing what would come next.
A mere shiver. Then a psychotic laugh.
"Still nothing?" Seto yelled into the phone, looking how Mokuba winced at the anger in his voice. He tried to calm down, but the situation was so bad, so nervous and confusing he just couldn't do it. The police was notified of the strange disappearance of Crystal Saigo, who was kidnapped in a very strange manner by the powers of the darkness. Of course Seto couldn't tell all of these things to the police (And he didn't quite believe in all of them himself) yet the thought of Dartz or someone of his followers trying to get Crystal's soul out of body, making her suffer or even torturing her in these very moments…It brought so much pain and worry for her to his heart, and he was really nervous screaming on innocent police officers like that (And he would have surely fired them all, even though they were not working for him at all).
He listened and then put the phone down. "They can't find her?" asked Mokuba, his voice dead in his throat. "I think they can't," answered the older brother, deep in thoughts "I think we should go and find her ourselves, Mokuba. Now let's think…Where could they take her?"
"Where was Dartz when we last fought him?" asked Mokuba suddenly "I mean, before he broke into our house…It was his temple in the sea?" Seto nodded as memories of that awful place came to his mind…The rooms, full of souls, the coldness in there, the feeling of up coming apocalypse…"But the temple doesn't exist Mokuba," said Seto, sitting down near his brother "The sea devoured it into its immeasurable depths. Maybe they are still somewhere in the city, maybe somewhere near us…" he thought out loud.
"This is the Christmas Eve. The streets are empty. No one is out, so I think they are not so far away. Let's get out Mokuba, we are going to try and find her!" Seto said finally, getting up. His younger brother was already on his feet. "You know, maybe if he wanted to hide her they got into the forest near Domino's lake. We should check there," said Mokuba running to the door.
/Crystal…Hold on, Mokuba and I are on the way! I'll never let them hurt you, I swear we are going to save you! I have to protect you from Dartz, and I'll do it!.../ thought the older one, as they came out to the car.
Mokuba sat down on the seat, pulling the belt around his hips, his hands shaking when he tried to button it. /Crystal…You have to be alright…Please be alright…/
)(I've pushed your strings, bending you, breaking you. You are so much nothing dear, so useless and hopeless…)( Marik's skilled fingers holding the knife left a long, deep cut on Malik' left arm, slicing his FlEsH and he lightly traced the sides of his arms, making the blood flow out, flooding on the skin surface. Crystal was terrified when she saw Marik brining the bleeding arm closer to his face, his tongue lightly brushing the blood before licking it, traveling up Malik's arm to where the cut ended a little below his shoulder "My puppet, my hikari…"
/If the fall on the floor hurt me so much…Than I'm afraid to even think how the slashing hurts him…And I'm sure this is not the first time…Oh, I can't stand it…/ thought Crystal as seven other cuts were made, crossing Malik's already slashed palm "Stop! Please stop! Don't do this, please…" she whispered, the shock crawling into her head as she realized Malik's fate was sealed, a sick feeling shot down her stomach. He was going to die a cold death in the hands of his own hatred in the middle of nowhere…
She felt something stirring deep inside her, as another soul crawled out her body, taking over, her eyes glowed with golden aura as Isis took the control, replacing Crystal's shocked spirit. "So you wish to end his life, Marik? Afraid to look at him, the failure of all your plans? And you know why? Because he won your little battle! He survived for all this time, only to be killed by you. He made it out through the Hell you planted in his soul. He won and you lost…"
Marik raised his gaze, his now red eyes stared at her "I'm almost done…Soon he is over, I feel it…He knows…He wanted you to see it, because he wanted someone to know about him…What a retreat from someone like him, how pathetic…My poor stupid hikari, you've messed up my plans when you regretted the things you've done. But you had no way back, if not your stupid sense of honesty you would have ruled the world!" Marik laughed once again, cold, echoing sound. Isis glared at him coldly, her eyes locked on Marik /I swear you'll pay…/
Malik stirred, yet a strange expression floated over his frozen face. Something was awakened in his mind, the words he wanted to let out for eras, yet never had the power to say. The things he knew so well, they were carved into his mind and into his back, the things he always denied. /And if I don't…Want to think about it? Yet I know…I know I wasn't meant to be at all, useless mistake of nature…The one who destroyed our family, who broke the tradition, who put disgrace on all of us for eternity…I'm the one who believed the broken promises of my yami, gluing together every piece of hatred inside my core to create the death itself in my heart…And I let him…I let him take over me, blinded by his promises, by his whispers…I…I thought he did this for me, he wanted to help me, to get me out of the prison I was put in ever since I was born…He broke the shackles of doom on my wrists, he got me out to breathe and feel the sun on my skin…But now I see he never meant it…"
The rustling in his head was getting stronger, as finally, in the end of his lifetime, the realization hit him. And this hit was the most awful thing Malik could ever feel. Because no one deserves to know he or she is meant to be a pawn of the dark.
/Yami, you never meant to help me. All you did was for yourself, never for me…You spent eternity with me, breaking my thoughts, making me believe in nonsense, making me believe you wanted to help me…/ Malik shivered stronger, the new cuts on his right arm bled intensively, the open wounds filling with crimson red liquid, and he felt the cold tongue of his yami slowly getting into the cracks of his skin, then the knife traveled up his arm once again, tearing…Pour of red and then dizziness crawled into his mind…More and more…/Soon yami, soon you kill me, and complete your life task. I was only another obstacle in your way…You needed my body, you needed my name, yet you…You made me give it you, you made me willingly give up my life…You made me hate myself even more! You made me starve to death, you took my blood!…You filled me with hollow…/
As Marik swallowed his hikari's blood, he tasted the deep frustration, the bitter understanding and something else…Was it…Was it some kind of concern?...No! It couldn't be! Was it resistance?
Marik left his hikari's arm as he felt it, staring at him "Are you trying to fight against me? In this state of yours? Fool! Be quiet! I've done enough for you for your entire life! I had treated you as a child, I helped you get out of the dungeons, and though you hate the days when we traveled to try and claim your rights as Pharaoh, it was the best time of your life! I was going to make you the ultimate Master; I was going to crown you a king on this damned earth…" but Marik stopped, as the words of his hikari reached his mind. Isis raised Crystal's head, suddenly hearing his broken and hollow voice screaming through the dark of the Shadow Realm, his words clear, echoing through his dead being…
"Master, Master,
Where're the dreams that I've been after?
Master, Master,
Promised only lies
Laughter, Laughter,
All I hear or see is laughter
Laughter, Laughter,
Laughing at my cries…"
His lips twisted in pain, letting the word cross his dried mouth
"Lair!"
The effort made more blood stream down his all over slashed arms, pouring on the floor to flood in a puddle near him, trickles and crimson lines crossing on his cut open arms. Marik caught his arms, pulling them up to him. The smell of the blood was so good now, because it was Malik's last.
"Maybe I am…" hissed Marik gently and deathly gripped his hikari's left arm making the blood pour out. He didn't have enough to hush Marik's hunger anymore, because the yami only wanted more and more from the intoxicating liquid. Malik let out one last whimper as his heart beat once. And once again, holding his last breath. Yet he was over before the air reached his lungs.
Marik tiled his head, lapping the last drops of Malik's blood /The last time I taste your great blood…Goodbye hikari…See you when we finally meet in Hell…It will be in a awhile… You know I miss you, I'll miss you dear, you were all my world as a child…Poor child…No one will know about your death./
Last drop of blood played on his lips, the most delicious one, the tastiest, the one that held the most concentrated pain, hatred, hurt, abhorrence, grudge and gloom, the one that tasted exactly like pure ANGST.
Marik let out a heart freezing laugh, so cold it almost cut Isis' skin when she waited for him, frowning at him, her fists clenched hard beside her body /You'll regret the moment you surfaced, devil.../ Marik smirked so evilly as he licked his lips, savoring the remains of the blood /The most tasty blood is the last…Go to sleep, hikari, you won't wake up anymore…/
"I don't think there's someone here," said Seto as they run through the forest and snow, trying to find out if Crystal was brought there "You know, we should go back to the city, and start over there. I think she is somewhere there…" he assumed.
"You think they are somewhere on the streets?" asked Mokuba with horror in his voice "I think…Maybe Dartz is hiding in an empty building, just like he did when he sent those Orichalcos Soldiers to haunt us last time, when he took over Kaiba Corp., do you remember?" inquired the boy desperately.
"You know where it was? It was that building of 'Paradios'!" Seto remembered suddenly "Do you think that the building is still his? Let's go then! I know where it is!" Seto run on the opposite direction, only to be disturbed by his cell phone. "Kaiba," he answered shortly, never stopping his run. He listened quietly as Mokuba reached him, running as faster as his older brother. Finally Seto put down the phone.
"Well?" Mokuba let out huskily.
"Nothing, she isn't in the north region, they are still checking. Let's go Mokuba…" /Why didn't it got into my mind earlier? It is obvious that 'Paradios' is the place where he is hiding! Damn him! I never thought he would come back again! This time I'll make sure he is gone!.../ thought Seto as he opened the door of the car. Mokuba jumped in, and the doors were closed with a thud.
The light was so strong, Crystal's eyes almost melted when her body passed back in time, breaking sharply the dimensions of reality. She couldn't see anything, yet a constant pain was growing in her right arm, and then the pain of her body being stretched to fit back into the shackles Marik put on her, lying on something soft.
She still couldn't open her eyes, like something glued her eyelids tightly on their place, sealed. She breathed hard, trying to move her head and free her from the sightless nightmare. She heard some breaths near her, then a cold, psychotic laugh.
"Isis, you fool," said Marik's voice in cruel amusement somewhere near her "You chose yourself a worthless host. Look at her, she couldn't take the travel out of the Shadow Realm…How is the darkness, dear girl? Do you feel safe there, where you can't see me?" his voice bore the awful sound of mock.
/What happened to me?.../ thought Crystal desperately /Why can't I?.../
)(Don't be afraid, Crystal, I'll protect you! Don't be afraid, and do not move!...)( Isis commanded far within her mind /What should I do? Should I trust her? I know nothing about her, except she was a goddess!...The burn…I feel my eyes are burning…/ Crystal stayed still, trying to decide. She would have moved her hand to her sore eyes if she hadn't been tied to her bed…
Marik smirked, looking at the spirit of Isis, hovering above Crystal's bound body "What can you do now, Isis? You are only a weak spirit, sharing a body with a mere human when I have a body of my own. When I break her, you are lost…She won't be able to resist, and you…Your soul will be sealed in the items forever…I feel the earth trembling beneath us…It waits, Isis…It waits for me…" he laughed maniacally.
)(She isn't a mere human. She is my host, and unlike you, I will protect her. The spirit is much stronger than the body. You can do everything you want; still I will protect her…She won't break Marik, oh no, she won't!)( said Isis, looking down on him with hateful glance /I have to wait…The only moment Marik can be defeated is when he masters the ultimate power of Hell…Soon, in the mid of the midnight, the time when Death and Life are mixed all together…I only have to push him a little longer, and then I can beat him…I can complete my mission…/
Yet all her plans were in vain when Marik smirked evilly and said "Well – Well, Isis…I guess we can find that out, can't we? Let's check it now…I've desired to do this for some time now, so let me check if your little host is strong enough to bare this!...My hikari is over, but your little one is on the way! Malik will have a little friend with him there, he had been waiting weeks for her to notice him, to become aware where his broken useless soul rested, rotting in the darkness…Now let's give them a chance to identify with…" Marik laughed, Crystal felt him moving near her, then a weight in the air in front of her bent over her, and she felt his blood-rotten breath chilling on her face once again, as cold fingers touched her left arm covered in her clothes…
)(You wouldn't dare…)( Isis said /Oh no…/ she thought /I can not stop him before he opened the gates of Hell for me…But it means that meanwhile he can hurt Crystal! I have to try and delay this!…/
"Wouldn't I?" asked Marik. Crystal felt his arms trailing down on her body to her abdomen, there he grasped the rims of her sweater, and with one arm he slightly lifted her body to slip the cloth over her head till it reached the rope tied on her wrists, leaving her in almost nothing more than her shirt. Needless to say her right her arm pained and burned awfully when he moved her, making her gasp and whimper as he lowered her again.
"What?" he asked "Is it that hurt? Well, it is your fault, dear, you shouldn't have resisted me that much!" he said "Now try to hold your breath, your clothes are disturbing me. I just need this one off, we don't want it to get dirty…" Marik said. Crystal bit her lip as she felt him lifting her body again, as much as the ropes allowed him. She felt her shirt being taken off, the cold of his fingers on her skin was replaced by the cold of the air in her unheated apartment…She shivered, fighting deliriously to open her eyes, hissing quietly when the burn inside her eyelids only grew, just like hot acid. /I won't yell…I'm not that weak, I'm just…Well, tied to my own bed, blind, and my arm!…/
She heard a little click near her, just like pushing on the light switch, then she heard him laughing quietly "Watch me, Isis…" he said, she felt him moving somewhere in front of her, and his cold fingers rested on Crystal's left arm, slowly moving down…
Shudder. It ran down her body, into her right arm and then into her already stressed nerves, right into her mind. Fear. Total panic.
He went out of the room, closing the door behind him quietly. Christmas Eve was just a great time to be working…On the other hand, it wasn't like he had something better to do. Finally the poor woman was asleep, she underwent such a complicated operation that day, and she needed some rest. The doctor paced down the corridor, spotting a lighted room, where a nurse was sitting beside the bed of a young girl.
"Is everything fine here?" he whispered, approaching them. "Yes, doctor, she just wanted a cup of water," said the nurse, getting up "It is quite and fine here, thank you, doctor," said the patient girl "The nurse said that maybe I can leave the hospital tomorrow!"
The doctor smiled "It depends on how you will feel, darling. Haven't I told you about that time when I sent a patient home, and after two hours he…" in few second the girl looked like she would not sleep at all for a month. The nurse sent a death glare at the doctor, and he stopped his story with "…But you know, everything ended up just fine and…" suddenly the beeper in his pocket started producing annoying sounds. The doctor dug into his pocked, fishing the device out and pressing on the buttons "Oh, something's wrong in department 665!" he said "Well girls, goodnight, I'll visit you tomorrow!" he let out rapidly as he practically run out of the room, taking the stairs instead of the elevator, jumping madly above four of them each time, up to reach the 14th floor, department 665.
"What is it?" he breathed heavily when he opened the doors of the last department. The room was dark, yet the abysmal silence that usually ruled it was gone. Awful alarm sounds were heard from one of the beds and the nurse stood there, her body shaking, tears on her cheeks, mixed with her make-up. He quickly switched the light on when she let out "It's happened just a minute ago, doctor, there was nothing I could do! He just…Just…Passed on…"
The doctor ran over bed 37, the breath stopping in his throat when he saw the flat line on the screen near the boy's bed. /No…No!…Why?.../ he asked himself when he silently sat down on the bed, taking the boy's pale limp hand into his one.
His expression was calm and his face was pale, his long bright hair falling all around. He had never opened his mahogany brown eyes. And now…This boy was gone, so young, only 18 years old, and gone. "Poor boy," said the doctor out of a stupor /I couldn't help you…/ "Please forgive me…"
He laid the cold arm of FlEsH AnD BoNeZ back on the bed, covering it with the blanket. He turned to face the nurse, tears still streaming from her eyes "I'm sorry," she let out.
"There's nothing we can do for him now." the doctor whispered, moving the curtains on the window beside Ryou's bed, looking into the deep night and the snowflakes that were falling in the air like white petals "But it is Christmas now, and I'm sure someone is going to take care of this little angel up there. Our poor little angel…"
And they turned and walked away, leaving the angel Ryou Bakura lying dead on the bed, snowflakes casting shadows on his face when they fell down near the window. The downfall of Malik's Master Chain tore Ryou's own thin thread, worthless winged doll.
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