Disclaimer: I don't own Yuugioh
A/N: This is a littler AU, as they live in America, and hikaris and yami's have different bodies.
July 31, 2007
So much sand. It feels like I'm breathing the fine dust, and out here, I probably am. I don't care though – it's all for them. Every bit of it, down to the gun wound in my back. It's all to protect them. My little baby girl, Myoko, and my wife Anzu. Yuugi, Katsuya, Shizuka, Seto, Mokuba…..if anything happened to them and I hadn't even tried…I think I'd go insane. And Anzu….she's pregnant again. I feel bad for leaving them in a sense, but , as I stated earlier, I'm here for them.The pain from the bullet is nothing, nothing compared to the pain I would feel if I lost them. Tommorow I can go out again. I can go back into battle. I can fight for the justice of the world, and the safety of my friends and family.
August 1, 2007
I feel so sad, and hopeless! When I came in from battle today…I cried. I cried for Malik, who died today. I cried for his wife, and his sister, and his son. I cried for the Iraqi soldiers who I killed today. I cried for the children who were innocent bystanders. I cried for my family. Until I ran out of tears.
August 2, 2007.
They aimed the gun at a child. The insurgents, they turned the gun on one of their own just to save their life! I...I threw myself in front of her, in front of that little girl. And they shot me instead, but I don't care. Her life was spared, so it doesn't matter to me. And although my chest hurts horribly, and I can't move, still, I don't care.
Lieutenant Yami Atemu died August 5, 2007.
August 17, 2007
Anzu Mazaki sits alone in a pew, as the rest of the crowd finally left. Yuugi had stayed behind, Ktsuya and Seto as well, but they soon left her to herself. Slowly, she rose from her seat and began to walk towards the open coffin. "Atem……." She reached out her hand and ran it along the face of her lover, never dead in her soul. "Sleep well, Atemu" She whispers, turning and walking away, her last tear running down his face.