Warnings: Boyxboy relationships, homophobia and suicide.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Notes: The opening poem which this short one shot is based off is mine. I wrote it. It is called The Last Dawn just like this story. The poem is posted on it's own on fictionpress. com on under the name freedom(underscore)of(underscore)darkness. The poem is in free verse style which means that it doesn't rhyme and therefore has no rhyming scheam. As usual this is Darkshipping but can you guess who's point of view it's in?


The Last Dawn

Are you calling me beautiful?

We can't go though with it,

It's wrong we're both guys

Yes, I love you but

What would the neighbors think?

Lets run away together

Lets go to Greenland

And live like the Eskimos do

There we shall stay until they come for us

And when they come we will know...

That it's our time

To leave again

For good

So now we are here

One step away

Like the dawn of the day

But it's the last

The last

Dawn

The last day

The last time to be here

Together

Our time is past

It's now or never

To stay or to go

This is the last fall

To end it all

So we can be together

Forever


The Last Dawn

"Are you calling me beautiful?" I ask in wonder. He nods shyly.

Such a strong person normally now acting so shy, almost like his hikari.

But he knows as well as I do that we can't do this.

"We can't go through with it. It's wrong. We're both guys." I say to him. I don't see it as wrong and he doesn't either, but this isn't our time any more. In this day and age two guys together in a relation is wrong, is frowned upon. Back in our day our relationship wouldn't have been a problem except maybe with the class difference. A pharaoh and a tomb thief would have been unusual but pharaoh was the living god and nobody questioned the pharaoh.

"Don't you love me?" he asks, eyes saddened.

"Yes, I love you, but," I sigh "What would the neighbors think?" I ask.

The look he gives me is one that says why the hell should he care. Why should he? Why should I for that matter? I don't want to see their scorn. I don't want to see our lights hate us. He just doesn't seem to understand the implications of this.

"Let's run away together," I suddenly blurt, "let's go to Greenland and live like the Eskimos do."

He smiles and nods. Maybe he does understand. Greenland isn't free of this discrimination but they are more lenient than most places. Just stay out the way and keep a low profile and they won't bother you.

We stayed there until they came for us. They were disgusted with us but they wanted us to go back for the proper treatment. To treat us for this 'disease' that we carry, the 'disease' of homosexuality.

We knew that when they came that it's our time to leave again. But this time was for good.

So here we are, one step away. Just like the dawn of the day. We can see the first rays of sunlight glinting off the sea.

But this will be our last. Our last dawn, our last day

This is our last time together, to be here together and alive. We have lived for over 5000 years and this is how it ends.

But our time has past. We are not meant to be here anyway.

It's now or never as we stand on the edge. Our lights and their friends behind us, waiting, watching.

To stay and be split from the one I love or go and stay together for eternity?

We share out last kiss and we go. And as we fall together, embracing, this is the fall that ends it all. The weight chained to us will drag us down in to the ocean if the jagged rocks don't kill us first.

But we have to do this, so we can be together.

Without pain or fear or ridicule.

Forever.


Notes: This was in Yami's point of view. Please review and let me know what you think.