Disclaimer: I am not in charge of YGO
Warnings:not much, in a moment of weakness, I added an alter ego
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Ch. 5
Beautiful Mirage
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She smiled as she moved onto the next part. It was a little odd, to be sure, but she enjoyed this section more than some of the others for reasons best known to herself. A young man walked in and sat next to her. She looked up and smiled, but said nothing as she continued to write read his intense eyes fixed themselves on the parchment.
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I expected her. And she came.
"Ryou-chan!" she shouted ecstatically. I turned to greet her and her boyfriend Taro. Are hugged me tightly, relieved to have found someone that she knew in this madhouse. I hugged her back in relief, knowing that truly everyone was here now, and there was no way out.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, playing the part of a skilled actor. She looked puzzled as she leaned against her boyfriend, a little exhaustedly.
"Actually, I'm not sure." She said in confusion. "Really, we just received a letter to come here." I cock my head slightly.
"Wow! What a coincidence!" I say in mock shock. (Hehehe, it rhymes) "Everyone else is here too for the same reason. She looks surprised for a moment before it disappears. Then her expression turns sour.
"Does that mean Mazaki and Hiroto are here too?" she asks, disgust dripping from her lips like acid. Taro shuddered at the sound of Mazaki's name. I couldn't help but smile a little. He did have a perfectly good reason for disliking Mazaki after all.
Are looks around in confusion and I see the helplessness in her eyes. I know I am the cause. She knows that evil lurks here, she knows that people will die! She can feel the evil here. She says it. She latches onto me and Taro tightly. "I'm scared." She whispered, her voice quivering with fear. "I am afraid, of this house. This houses history is brutal and swift. It's future is too. I'm afraid, I can't do anything, and I'm completely useless." Tears leaked out of her eyes as she said that. She hastily wiped her tears away and laughed lightly. "I suppose I'm just being silly. Where is my brother and sister?" she asks, grabbing my wrist and dragging me along, forcing me to show her where her siblings are. I break away, suddenly feeling the urge to be alone. I couldn't help it. I could not stay. I made an excuse of hiding from, er, someone and gave them directions. I watched them walk off, or run rather. I turn and walk off in the opposite direction. I started off walking anyway, until I was consumed by anger. At myself.
I ran off blindly, not knowing, nor caring really, which way I went. I merely wanted to seclude myself. I ran into a familiar closet. I'd run into it after I had murdered my father, trembling and afraid. I was afraid once more, and angry. I had made a mistake. Why had I brought the Ishtars? Why had I brought Serenity, Mokuba? Why did I bring Kaiba? Why had I brought the ones I loved? I clenched my fists so that my nails dug deep into my palm.
They would see their friends die before their eyes, some of them brothers. Would it be kinder to let them die rather than live after seeing such cold murder? Oh, how could I put them through so much pain? They didn't deserve it. They didn't deserve it at all. That moment, I learned to hate myself.
The pain I would cause. I cried, I sobbed, I almost killed myself right then and there. Really, would it be kinder to simply kill them too? Would it? Would it! I demanded myself answers and I wept bitterly.
Marik and Bakura might be rattled, but they wouldn't show it, wouldn't let themselves show it. Are, Serenity, Isis. I would hurt them so very much. Mai, would I be forced to bring up painful scars? The emotional scars I would leave. I closed my eyes, imagining the others. Mokuba. He was still a child for crying out loud! How could I be so cruel? Seto, he would be strong for his brother, but I will break him and Taro, I shudder ever so slightly, I am sure he will think this as a sickeningly amusing game.
How can I go through with this? How? I lean against the wall and cry, letting all my pent up grief out. Would anyone care enough to find me?
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Bakura's POV
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Ishtar's sister is here too. I'm sure this isn't a coincidence. In fact, I know, this isn't a coincidence. Anyway, I stand up and stalk out the door, just to see the female bitch following me. I say nothing. I do nothing. I do all I can to pretend she's not there. Ofcourse, Ido let her know that I know, but she WON'T FREAKIN' STOP! After a few minutes, I think she got the hint(or she decided to annoy me later). Whatever she chose, I went out to look for my hikari.
Damn it! Where is he? I summoned my ring and gently let it hover in the air. I was always gentle when it came to the millennium items. My family's souls were in there. I let the pointers guide me to Ryou. They became confused for some reason or other though. On the way to my little light, one of the portraits caught my eye in particular. It wasn't beautiful or new, it wasn't bright, what caught my eye was the picture itself. In it was a crafted picture, skilled and expert, but not beautiful.I reachup andtouch the painting with what I think, are delicate fingers, the musty smell comforting.I frown curiously, this painting was fairly new. It was hung up even sooner.
The picture is entrancing and vibrant. Like I said, it's not beautiful. It is, but it's not what people would call beautiful. A man is lying on the floor, short blue hair spread out, stained with blood. Glassy blue eyes stare at the ceiling; a knife plunged in his chest. A boy is next to him, in the shadows. His hair covers his face, but right between, I can see two eyes, narrowed in anger. They are awe inspiring, as if the artist placed his soul in the pictures. Frail hands hold the knife in place. Blood covers the painting. Even the shadows are stained. My hands shake ever so slightly as I realize what the musty smell is. The artist, used blood to paint his masterpiece with.
The bottom is labeled in neat calligraphy,Start of Final Hell. Then the picture shifted like water, and I realized, the picture was a shifter, one only that a master could paint. It was how they painted mirages. In the picture now, was a red grave, not one, but five. In the background was a fading angel, its wings tinged black. And at the bottom of this one, there was an engraving of a black rose.
I turned away, ever so lightly rattled. I turned to look for my hikari. I found him not too far from here, crying in a closet. When I came to him, he looked up and then latched onto me, crying hysterically. "I'm so sorry." He sobbed into my shirt, his words muffled. Tears stained through my shirt. "When this is over, forgive me…" he sobbed. " Forgive me."
I didn't know what he meant, but I comforted him, and I held him. I would not let him fall… I don't know why I thought that, but I will not let him fall…
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