A/N: I haven't worked on this in forever… but this is the last part. So since you've been biting your nails since FEBRUARY (…or was it March?), I figured that I'd be nice of me to finally get it up. Enjoy part II!


Ryo stared in the direction Bakura had gone… without him. He began sniffling, and he could feel cold, icy tears begin to run down his red face. How could he? How could Bakura just leave? Could someone really be that evil?

He could barely stand, but a nearby tree helped him keep his balance. He slowly adjusted his skis, and he somehow managed to click his boot on.

However, as he was reaching his next ski, his body shifted, making the ski he was connected to parallel to the mountain. Ryo yelped in surprise as he began sliding down backwards at an alarming speed. But when he turned his head, he became even more distressed.

He slid off of a small cliff. He tried to land on his feet like a cat, but when he did, he heard a crack, and then felt excruciating pain coming from his left leg. He fell into the snow, panting in an attempt to hold in a painful scream. He tried to move his hurt leg in vain; it was broken, and he knew it.

He heard sliding coming from above the cliff, and Ryo's heart filled with hope. Maybe it was another skier, or even better, a medical team.

But his face turned even paler when he saw that it was just his other ski.

Fear ran through his body like lightening through water as he watched it fall off, and pain slammed into his face along with the hard ski.

He yelled, and then forcefully pushed it away. There was no point in trying to put it on with a broken leg.

Ryo began breathing hard as he watched his blood dye the snow a clean red. He suddenly became very angry.

"Why," he yelled, "why did you do this? Was I too much of a hassle for you to care anymore? Is that it? Well, it wasn't my idea to try the big hill!" His anger soon shifted from his yami to himself.

"It's all my fault," he choked, "I-if only… if only I didn't make him take me. If only I had stayed home. If only… if only…" he soon became too tired to yell at himself. What was the point? It wasn't like anyone would hear him.

He reached over into one of his leg pockets, and after what seemed like hours rummaging through it, he found what he was looking for; his emergency pocket knife.

He set it down next to him, and then slipped his gloves off. He swallowed as he grabbed the freezing knife.

He pulled out the blade, and he stared at it for what seemed like hours.

But before he could slash it on himself, a thought raced trough his head; he wasn't able to grab his other ski before he began sliding, so how was it able to reach the cliff? It couldn't have done it all by itself; someone, or something, must have nudged it forward. But who? And why?

He slowly looked up, and relief flushed through his body, and he set the knife down.

Not far away, he saw a girl, probably about his age, and she had long hair and pale skin. She had to have parents or someone older with her!

…unless she was just as lost as Ryo was.

He shouted at her, but by the time he finished his sentence, she was completely gone. She didn't even leave footprints or anything to prove her existence. He could feel his frustration and anger swell up again.

Until he saw the girl standing right in front of him.

"H-How did you-"

She smiled at him with a grin that seemed to glow.

Now that she was closer, Ryo could see that the girl wasn't wearing anything warmer than a light white summer dress and no shoes. But she lacked Goosebumps.

"A-Aren't you cold?" Ryo asked. The girl just shook her head.

"Not anymore," she whispered.

Hearing her voice for the first time made the hikari freeze.

He recognized that voice.

And that dress.

And that face.

"A-Amane…?" he choked. The girl only smiled more.

He shook his head. Now he was hallucinating? He closed his eyes and then opened again, but she was still there.

"It's no trick, Brother," she explained, "I'm very real. And I'm here to help you." Ryo looked at her with a confused look. Help him? How? Could she signal to passing people? Or even better, get a rescue team with a medic?

He wanted to ask her so many questions, but all that could come out of his mouth were stutters and mumbles of confusion.

He watched as her eyes slowly turned. He followed her gaze, and he could feel his stomach turn; she was looking at his knife.

His body shook all over when he looked at his dead sister again. She smiled.

"Do it," she whispered. Ryo's eyes widened.

D-Did she want… what him to…

"Why," he yelled, "why do you want me to kill myself? I thought you wanted to help me!" Amane frowned.

"I do," she explained, "I miss you, Brother. And I care about you." Her next words were drowned in venom as they pierced his tender heart like a silver dagger.

"And hate seeing you with that demon!"

Ryo feel silent, unable to respond. Did she mean Bakura?

"Yes," she yowled in the winter forest, as if reading his mind, "I mean him!" Her words had their toxins washed away and the blades were removed.

"You're not safe," she explained, "I want you to come back with me. Mother is waiting." Ryo could feel his heart being ripped out.

His mother? How could he break her heart?

Suddenly, a sharp pain slammed into Ryo's broken leg. He felt like yelping like a hurt dog as the tight ski boot squeezed his injured leg even more. The pain was excruciating.

"You can end it," Amane pressed again, "take the knife, Brother! Do it!" Ryo could barely make out her figure now, and he looked at his knife. He began to reach for it.

"Do it," she encouraged, "do it, Ryo! Slash your wrists! Dye the snow around us a crimson red! Do it!"

"NO!" he picked up the blade and threw it at a nearby tree.

When he looked back at Amane, her eyes were filled with anger. She was about to yell again, but snow crunching underneath steps halted her.

There was a special beat to these steps… as if they had a gate. But they weren't human.

Amane was gone, and when Ryo looked up, he saw a furry black blur hopping through the snow towards. He body stiffened, making his leg hurt even more.

"Not a wolf," he muttered. But when the canine reached the boy it only sniffed him, and began barking. The animal had a red vest on with a white cross on it…

And then the hikari heard the most wonderful sounds in the world; other people.

"There he is!" one of them yelled.

"He looks injured. We have to make sure he's okay!"

They ran over, and they began asking him all sorts of questions. He couldn't find the time to answer them.

"Man, you sure are lucky, kid," one of the medics explained, "if your friend hadn't come down the mountain and tell us you were stuck, you would've been finished." Ryo looked up.

"Y-You mean," he mumbled, "he was worried about me?" The other chuckled.

"He sure was," she explained, "he was yelling and cussing at us, telling us he's frightened and all alone, starting to regret leaving…" as she went on and on, the hikari looked deep into the frozen forest.

He could still see her staring at him with cold, angry eyes.


A/N: So, what do you guys think? I'm thinking about maybe doing a spin-off for this one, but I'm going to need quite a bit of convincing in order for me to do it….