Chapter Six: Aftermath
I watched as those close to Yugi wasted themselves. One by one.
Kaiba was the first to go. Kaiba Corp. suffered some major problems in the stock market. He just threw it away, he didn't care about what happened to Mokuba. He found himself on the bottom floor of a twenty three floor jump. Poor man, every bone in his bone was crushed on impact.
Mokuba moved in with Yugi's grandpa and me. He went crazy shortly after grandpa died of heart-failure. The truth was that he died of a broken heart. He loved Yugi more than anything in the world, when Yugi died, that was it. Mokuba poisoned himself. He really loved his brother and thought that that was the only way to survive.
Tristan and Joey joined a gang and got shot after taking out half the other gang. Tristan walked away only to be shot by a cop.
Mai had started her career as an actress. It was what she wanted. But the pressure became too great and she killed herself. She had everything going for her. Why did she waste her life. She had it all, fame, money, and she just threw it away.
Tea was last. I remembered her well. After Yugi died, she stopped talking to me and then stopped talking altogether. She was traumatized by the event. It broke her heart, she was…helpless, or at least felt that way. She cried all the time, sometimes for days on end. I tried comforting her but nothing worked. She… stabbed herself in her apartment on the anniversary of Yugi's death.
As for me, I do what I can to survive. I walk around the streets to get away from the business world. Kaiba left his entire company to me he said that he trusted me to do what I felt was right with it. I was going to give it to Mokuba when he got older, that inexactly work as I planned. I got it jumpstarted again. It's now worth twice what Kaiba's high was, somewhere in the ten billions.
I do what I can to help everyone else. It's the least I can do. I got rid of the one thing that inevitably killed everyone I knew. Sometimes I wish I could take it all back. But it's destiny, right? This happened to me when I was pharaoh too. Everyone died, and it was inevitably because of a mistake I made.
I thought that by locking my powers in the millennium items, I could stop that from happening. I should have just gotten rid of them. But I can't. That very power courses through my veins. The millennium items were a mere fraction of my powers. And as long as I live, that same evil will continue to threaten mankind.
I wish I was dead. But that can't happen, I can't die. Marik thought he could control my powers, no one can, and if I die, they will be returned to the items at full strength.
The items. Everyone thinks that I gave them their power. No. it was the Gods that did that. Slifer the Sky Dragon. The Winged Dragon of Ra. Obelisk the Tormentor. They control me. They are me. And as long as they will me to do their bidding, I must keep fighting.
For what?