Acknowledgements

I would like to thank all of those that have read this story throughout the time it has taken me to write it. I would also like to thank you for your support through reviews favorites and follows. So as a treat for doing so I'm going to supply a preview for the next part of this series called Unravel, which will be comming soon, so keep your eyes out for it.

~*Preview*~

"Ryuzaki, Amane is talking," Watari cut in before Mr. Yagami could protest. L looked up from his sweets.

"Quickly get me visual and audio," he told the butler.

As they continued to speak, I was sitting away from the group, looking at the oddly designed cards that laid in front of me. Are these really all mine? I wondered as I stared at one in particular. It was a limited edition DARK MAGICIAN card. Officially my new favorite, I stared at it, entranced by the beautiful designs.

"I can't take it anymore...Kill me..."

I looked up from my cards to see Miss Misa on the big screen. She was shaking in her restraints and her voice was soft and weak. I set my cards down and approached the screen as she continued to talk.

"Kill me...Please, just kill me..."

Mr. Aizawa began to contemplate the girl's condition. "Maybe this was all too much for a young girl to take." He made a subtle glance at me, but looked away when I noticed.

"He's right," Mr. Matsuda agreed. "We've pushed too far." He sounded really guilty.

L began to try and speak with Miss Misa, hoping to get a confession out of her, which she continued to deny.

"I don't know anything about the Second Kira. I really can't take this anymore. I'd rather be dead. Now hurry up and kill me!"

I froze as those last words echoed in my head. They slowly grew louder and louder and I began to feel my heartbeat increase.

Those words...I...I wanted them to stop. They were hurting my ears.

"Stop it," I said out loud. "Stop it...Stop...Get them out...Get them out of my head...It hurts...It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts..."

"Yugi, are you okay?" Mr. Aizawa asked, him being the closest to me.

I put my hands over my ears. The sounds continued to grow louder as they poured into my head. It hurt so bad that I let out a loud scream.

"GET THEM OUT! GET THEM OUT! IT HURTS! STOP IT! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!" I felt someone grab my arms as I began to repeat the same things in Persian.

"Yugi, Yugi, it's okay, you're safe," a soothing voice whispered into my ear. Soon the noise stopped and the pain diminnished. I looked up to see a pair of large red eyes that seemed vaguely familiar before being shrouded in darkness.