Yo! Esther here y'all!
Era: sigh, don't mind her, she's just found out that she has depression. (mutters) cheerful depression too.
Esther: shut up, anyway, Hit it!
Ryou: actually Esther, we're doing the disclaimer here.
Esther: thanks for volunteering!
Ryou: what! I never volunteered.
Esther: you did now,
Ryou: fine, (takes a deep breath ) Estherdoesn'townanythingatallexceptfortheplotbecauseYu-gi-ohbelongstokazukitakahashiorwhat'shisname. (breathes deeply.) thank god for that.
Esther: I'm sure they understood all that perfectly. Anyway, on with the chapter.
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Chapter three
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Enter your doom
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Hello, I'm back. I suppose you found out that I'm suicidal, didn't you? I hope you realize my reasons. Wait, I didn't give you any reasons, did I? Excuse my hollow laughter. Well, like I said, I am a bad boy. Why? I killed my father. You could say he deserved it, but it was still murder. I feel no sorrow. He was my daily hell. He would call me worthless, yes he would get drunk. He would hurt me. Why is my hair white? Oh, yes. I think it lost its color when I got hurt somehow. I believe I nearly died. I guess you could say I got off lucky. It would have been better if I had died though. I wouldn't have had to go through this pain, of being called a freak, of being an albino.
Oh yes, I know exactly what they think of me. They are uncomfortable in my presence. My eyes are brown, true, but at times they can grow into a light shade of crimson. Lovely, no? Thought so. I hear their thoughts, thanks to that Eye.
Joey and Tristan don't trust me, and they are sick of me. And yes, they despise me like everyone else I have met. Tea thinks of me as a desperate toy that she can play with. They all hate me, it's nothing new. Yami pities me. I feel like hurling when I see his eyes and when he talks about heart of the cards and all of that crap. I don't even want to know what Yugi thinks of me. They want to save the world. Ha! They forget a little itty-bitty fact. They have to help the ones around them first. What do they do though? Neglect me! All my life, I have been neglected. That may be the reason why I love Bakura so much. Although he isn't around much, he still pays attention to me, no matter how little. He can even be kind. And the Ishtars? They treat me like their own family. I owe them that much.
My life has fallen apart, and it's all my fault. That's why I believe that the world would be better without me. Shall I tell you my master plan? No, I won't bore you with the entire details, but I will leave you a single clue. Their survival depends entirely on how quickly Bakura can figure out who the murderer is. You see, as soon as Bakura realizes it is I, I will kill myself. I grin quietly, it is all up to chance you see. If Bakura knows from the start, no one will know. The only thing not up to chance though, are Bakura and the Ishtar's deaths. I refuse to let them die. Whatever happens, they will survive. I should drop enough hints for Bakura's sharp mind to figure them out, just like the traps he ran into. If he doesn't and I will be shocked if that happens, I will leave this record for him to hear.
I do shake slightly however. I admit, I am afraid. I am afraid of what lies beyond those shadows. I know I will never be with my family. I will spend my afterlife in hell, and I am afraid.
Everyone gathered in front of the huge mansion.
"Hey Kaiba! This is almost as big as your mansion!" Jou shouted, grinning.
Kaiba scowled. "Whatever."
Bakura looked at it coldly. "The palace was larger," he commented dryly.
Ryou smiled softly. "Well, let's go in." He sounded slightly afraid. Bakura glanced at his frail hikari for a moment, and then smiled a tiny, encouraging smile, easily missed by the pharaoh and his friends. The only ones who noticed it were Ryou and the Ishtars.
Ryou covered his face with a slender hand and hid the tears that had sprung to his eyes as everyone entered the mansion. When the last person entered, the door slammed shut. Everyone winced at the horrendously final sound. Yami had the slight sense to try to open the door again. It wouldn't budge. The windows were bulletproof. They looked at each other and knew that they were trapped.
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She put down her pen now and gazed at the unconscious young man sitting next to her now. She checked the IV in his arm for the life supply and saw that it had stopped dripping for a little while. She frowned and stood up and adjusted it so that the clear greenish yellow liquid went back to dripping steadily again and leaned back satisfied. After a moment of silence, she closed the book, and turned off the lamp before leaving. She'd be back tomorrow. Until then, she wished him a peaceful dream.
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crappy ending! I apologize.something happenedand I was too shooken up to write more. Thank you for the moral support people. Please Read and Review
Bakura: am i supposed to feel sorry for you?
Esther: WHAAAAAAAAAAA!
Era: Bakura!
Bakura: shoot. uh, there there?
Esther: (looks bored) you are pathetic.
The piano fiend: I am waiting for something to keep me from thinking about this. Basically, I only feel that I won't because it is the easy way out. Thank you for reviewing. I look forward to more.
Maruken: Thank you! I will update more!
Ladywolf(Terri: yes, it is sad, and twisted. I made it so that I could put a little of my own insanity into this story, and so I could show Ryou in a sad, stronger light.