OKay, okay...I feel really bad about waiting ot update. But this is it! The last chapter! It's so short though... feels bad But wait! Before you leave! News:
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You can all thank Shiro Ryuu for giving me the idea. I actually never even thought about it. The past week, though, I've planned it and even wrote a part of chapter one. I'm not realyl sure if it'll...fit into the atmosphere of this story thought, since I've written this so long ago. Ah, well. Anyone want ot beta?
As a side note, is there anyone out there that went ot AnimeIowa this year? I was there!
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Bakura
Ryou had saved that broken glass angel.
I found it in a box sitting in his closet. The box was the masterpiece of a five year old with the smell of Crayola and fairy dust glitter coming off when I touched it with my hands that seemed too rough for such innocence. The broken shard were scattered in the tie-dyed wood and "AMANE" proudly blared with childish letters.
I knew that box.
Ryou's sister had made it in Sunday school… It was the same day Ryou had turned seven and the same day his mother had decided he was old enough to walk his little sister home those three, long blocks.
It was also the same day Amane was hit by a car,
She had gotten hit brutally, her skull cracking, as well as several limbs. Ryou had spent the rest of his birthday clutching that box and crying.
I knew he had always felt it was his fault.
I took out a sharp triangle and fingered it, remembering the face of the angel it once was. It seemed to be too ironic that a broken angel had been Ryou's chosen tool of suicide.
"It reminded me of Amane." I heard a soft voice whisper from behind me. I turned.
"Yeah…it does look like her, huh?" I spoke softly.
"Did." Ryou emphasized that word.
"What?"
"She did look like her. Not does." Ryou chewed on his lip. "Not anymore." I knew what he was thinking about. He was thinking about Amane's broken body. No…he was the one that was wrong.
Amane and Angel are alike. They had the same broken bodies. They were both so dead.
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Ryou
Amane didn't look like the singing angel…no, she didn't.
I wanted to remember my sister the way she look when she was alive. When she was laughing, dancing, even crying.
Not dead.
But she was. She was dead.
"'Amane' means 'song in heaven'." I found myself whispering. Bakura raised an eyebrow.
"Ryou…" He began. "We can glue the angel back together if you want."
"Not Amane though."
"Not Amane." Bakura smiled soft. "I think humans need something more than glue."
"We can't fix people with glue." I repeated. "What could we fix them with?"
"I…don't know." Bakura stared right at me. "What do you think?"
Ipaused.
"Smiles." I stated. "Smiles and kisses. And stories." I added.
"Love?" Bakura suggested. I thought for a moment and nodded.
"Love."
Then he kissed me. It was all soft with smiles and stories and other thing you fixed people with and I never wanted to let go. But it was alright when we did because he was still smiling soft.
"Ryou…" His voice was as soft as his smile. "I don't think we could fix Amane."
"I know." Amane was dead. I knew this.
"But we can fix some other things."
"Like Angel." I imagined the sticky, white glue making her complete again.
"And you." I blinked at that. I decided I liked the sound of that. Being fixed sounded a lot better than being lonely or being beaten. It sounded like a lot of smile, kisses, and stories. I wanted to be fixed by Bakura.
"Not with glue though." I said. Bakura smiled and nodded.
"Not with glue."
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The angel came together almost perfectly with only one missing triangle. The shard that Bakura had flung out the door, I remembered.
The one I tried to kill myself with.
The empty space was in the perfect razor-precise picture of that glass shard and I remembered memories in the same sharpness as the corners of the triangle. They were not good memories and I wanted to forget them. Some scared me so much that I had to look away from the angel.
But she was full of memories now. Before, it was just a glass figurine but now it seemed to be valuable beyond measure. In fact, it was a lot like Amane's box. I told Bakura this.
He nodded slowly, choosing his words carefully when he spoke. "Amane died with her box though…you didn't die." Pause. "I'm glad you didn't die."
This made me smiled because it sounded like love.
"I think she looks better like this." Bakura states. I felt a smile again.
"She does." I whispered. "She really does."
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And...this part of the story is over...
For this fic, I'm really really grateful to all the people who read this adn even reviewed. Kudos to all of you, though. This is actually the first and only fic I've ever finished, besides one-shots! I'm really glad that people enjoyed it, adn if you didn't, I'm glad you stayed mature and didn't flame.
COME ON EVERYONE, THIS IS THE LAST TIME OYU CAN REVIEW "BROKEN ANGELS DON'T SING"! DO IT!
And remember, I'm looking for suggestions about the sequal. A review is the perfect chance to tell me what you think should happen in the sequal. All suggestions are welcome but I'm specifically looking for:
1. If there should be a lemon.
2. If you think that a yami/hikari plot would be cliche.
3. How you feel about unsettling endings.
and
4. If Yugi and Yami should make a return.
For this sequal, it's goign to be called, "Snow White Bleeds Red" and I've got a decent plan, though only the bare bones ofit. Not many fillers yet. It's so short though...so I'm willing ot take many suggestions.I'm alsothinking of getting someone ot beta the first chapter, at least, since it's been so long since I've written Broken Angels. I'm not sure I can captivate the feel of the story right now.I'm think that someone who just read it may be able to help?
PLEASE REIVEW EVERYONE! ANDMANY THANKS TO THE WONDERFUL PEOPLE WHOHAVE REVIEWED THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE FIC! You knwo who you are.gives those people a cookie
So sad that this is over...