I started with about 711 of you guys and now I'm down to 16. Shows how much of a good writer I am doesn't it? As you all could probably tell and already know I'm not the same person who started up this account. It was a shared account really. I wrote up the plot and she typed it out for you all to read. It seems that you all liked her better huh? Yeah, I liked her too.

But now it's just me trying to keep it rolling. Maybe I don't want to let go but I'm hoping that someday she'll comeback…hopefully… You aren't reading this most likely but someone I know is. Right now I'm writing out my thoughts and my feelings basically placing myself and baring my soul and its entirety to you all.

Disclaimer: I don't own YGO or anything except my pants... Yeah, I'm pretty sure they're mine.

Review Replies from me:

crowna15: I'm thinking about what you said. It really would add to the plot wouldn't it? Thanks for your thoughts they were really appreciated.

Violent Light: Now you one the other hand. You threw cake at me; do you know how long I spent cleaning frosting from the inside of my ears? But you apologized so I should do likewise. I'm sorry for punching your nose in; there was a lot of blood… I'm not apologizing to you upfront because I'll be avoiding you for the next few weeks for obvious reasons. I'll mail you my old E-mail address so use it. Am I not a good guy? I went out on my way to learn how mail stuff to try and communicate with you. I could call but I lost my cell… I chucked it at Brian do you think he has it?

I plan to complete this story then write up a sequel so what do you all say to that? Fine I'll end it in over a thousand words from now.


A voice called him from the living room. Leaning against the windowpane he didn't react to the sound of his brother's voice.

Why does it matter? Either way she's gone. There isn't a difference if I go to the cemetery later or sooner… If I go later there may be less people. That's in my best interest anyways…

"Seto, come on. We don't want to be late. Do you want to be late for everything?"

His brother tugged him from the bay windows to the car.

"I thought you promised to stop bringing up the wedding?"

Mokuba stared up at the usually stiff and confident Kaiba to find him slouching back in his seat and leaning his forehead against the window.

I've never seen him so depressed but who wouldn't be? But the strange thing is he hadn't made a sound in days he just drowned himself in his solitude. He didn't lament he didn't do anything except stare out that window like an old person…

"I want to be incinerated," came the phrase.

"What?"

"You heard me. I don't want to be stuffed in the ground kiddo."

Mokuba gave him an inquiring look but those eyes were like deep wells of pain just two dark wounds. It frightened him inwardly but how was he to help?


When the limo arrived and dropped them off Mokuba immediately went off to catch up with the rest of the group who had just arrived as well planning that Kaiba would just follow. Unexpectedly Kaiba was standing in the church next to the coffin as they entered. Other people like old friends and acquaintances had already accumulated in the holy place but it was peculiar that he had been there. Confused Mokuba left his friend's side and wandered up to his brother.

"I thought you were behind me…"

"I just took the side door. I got lost," he said without looking down at his younger sibling.

"Well, sit down first they are going to start the ceremony."

Sitting in the pews Kaiba blankly stared at the faded pictures and countless flowers.


After the ceremony was over and everyone came up to give their eulogies Kaiba numbly remembered that he hadn't written one. Feeling odd he walked up there anyways.

Standing behind the podium he stared out at them. Some were in tears, others were looking at him attentively, and the rest seemed dead, they were so still.

"Serenity was… She was someone that could take years for me to describe and even with all the words of the world I still can't describe her. She just wasn't one you can tell about and know in an instant. I could use those words that Tea had used. She was kind, self-less and caring. Above all else she was like a tiny piece of Heaven to me. She brought a smile to people's eyes, a cheer in anyone's forlorn day, and she gave me that strange thing called love.

I still remember those days when the newspapers boasted of how heartless and cruel I was. They stuck the title cold as ice on me. As soon as she came around that changed, because she changed me. All those promises she had made, all those little dreams we have held, all those wishes are now just sifting through my hands like sand. Despite that and despite what I feel now I'd just like to say that I would have rather met and lost than to have never known her at all," without pause Kaiba walked down the steps. He was the only one who didn't break down on the podium after giving their eulogy.


Standing on the grassy knoll with the wind sifting through his chocolate brown locks he stared up at the sky and wondered where she was. The time wasn't right. Not with all the birds chirping and flittering about so cheerfully. Not when the entire city flashes its bright holiday lights. Not when the sun is and sky is so bright and the breeze is just right. This isn't a good time, no it wasn't a good time to leave. Not when you had so much of your life left to lead. How many days ago, how many nights ago were it that you were just laying beside me beneath the heavens and stared up at the newborn moon? When you spoke those three little words that are not nearly spoken enough?

"Why is he just standing there?"

"Shouldn't he say some last words?"

"The guy didn't even shed a single tear, hon. What do you expect of him?"

"He probably just wants to be alone you guys."

He didn't care about what they said. He didn't care that he had just collapsed to his knees in front of her grave stone. He didn't care as he began banging his head against the cold stone.

As they freaked out behind him and questioned about what to do he ran his fingers across the letters engraved in the lifeless stone.

"These cold words' merely stating what you were to everyone doesn't suit you. Just merely the name and date doesn't console or tell anyone of the life you had led. Why is that?"

Contemplating over his arbitrary thoughts he kneeled there before her like when they had first met on his blimp, when he had proposed, and on that day that he tried to protect her. He had always submitted himself to her but she had just ended up leaving in the end. Kaiba had given her everything, he had given up to her fully, and he committed himself to her heart body and soul. He was hers undoubtedly through all of those days, all of those now vacant memories, and all of those moments of heated passion just to end up as this single epitome, this final ending.

As they had left him to go eat and grieve he stayed sitting before the stone. Together with the lifeless he had waited until the stars lit the skies then at last when the sun rose he got up and walked back to his manor.


So that is the final. I'll be posting the sequel tomorrow if the conditions are right meaning no surprise tests on Friday.

This was based all on my true feelings so be fair when you criticize.

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