This story's theme song is Counting Crows' "A Murder of One"

"One for Sorrow, Two for Joy,

Three for Girls and Four for Boys,

Five for Silver, six for Gold,

Seven for a Secret Never to be Told."

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One. For Sorrow.

One is for sorrow. There is one, alone, isolated. Shivering in the cold, huddled in the darkness, it fears the light, loathes the warmth. This is our so-called "hero".

Two. For Joy.

Two is for Joy. Love, gathering, togetherness. More is to many, less is lonely. Love is the cold, bitter taste of frozen dark chocolate. Like your snowy hair and blood-coated chocolate eyes. Like him. The "hero"'s love, though she doesn't know it.

Three. For Girls.

There are three of them that aid or hinder our "hero", Ishizu, the cool and calculating "prophet". Anzu, the seemingly "perky" friend of the boys'. Serenity, the "witch".

Four. For Boys.

And Four, Marik Ishtar, Yugi Motou, and Ryou Bakura, and a new boy, Axel. One of darkness, one of light, and one of innocence, and one of blood. But which is which? Only fate knows.

Five. For Silver.

Five for the silver dagger and her four silver chains in her pocket. A key item in our story. The same dagger she uses to slit her wrists will be the dagger she slays Evil with.

Six. For Gold.

Okay, okay, you win, there's seven. But the seventh one shattered. Say bye-bye to the Millennium Tauk. For the future is no longer decided.

Seven. For a Secret Never to be Told.

The secret is...

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The day was blue, blue sky's, blue waters. The sun shone bright and clear on this cloudless day. And Ryou was getting the SHIT kicked out of him.

Bony fists flying, she was pummeling the heck out of him.

You see, ya came in a bit late but here's what you missed. Ryou got a rude awakening falling out of a tree in the graveyard, where Bakura had put him to sleep. He also fell on a certain gothic girl, which angered her, and, well, you know the rest.

Of course, the inevitable finally came, Bakura took over, and round-house kicked her head. She, being slight and small compared to the tall albino, went flying. Into a tree.

"OW!" the girl exclaimed. "That was my head," he growled, rubbing the side of it and staggering up. Bakura staggered up as well and wiped blood from his mouth. "WHAT YA DO THAT FOR!" she yelled at him across the distance. He winced at how loud she was.

"You HIT me! Numerous times!" he snapped back.

"You didn't seem to mind," she huffed, folding her arms over her chest and looking away.

"Didn't seem to mind!"

"Well you didn't fight back!" she yelled. He winced again, then grunted in response. "Till now," she added quickly. He didn't have time for this.

"I don't have time for this," he huffed, and stalked off. She stuck her tongue out after him.