What is it like to die?
By Embodiment of Sekhmet
Ryou slowly fingered the switchblade he held in his hands.
Twirling it round and round...
'Yami?'
/Yes Ryou/
'What's it like to die?'
/Why do you want to know/
'I was just wondering...'
/Well, I didn't really die Ryou, my soul was just imprisoned in the ring, so I wouldn't actually know.../
'Oh...'
Ryou sighed and opened the switchblade. He watched in odd fascination as he lowered the blade to his wrist.
'Bakura?'
/Yes, hikari/
'I love you, you know that right?'
'You know that I'm sorry that I couldn't be as strong has you wanted me to be right? That I tried everyday to be strong like you and never seemed to be able to become strong right?'
/Ryou... Please don't do it.../
'Do what yami?'
Ryou sighed as he felt the blade slice into his flesh, silent relief washing over him as crimson drops of liquid dripped onto the floor.
/No... Please stop Ryou... Don't.../
'I can't take it anymore Bakura... Dad hates me because mom and Amane are dead... You hate me because I'm weak... I'm so alone...'
/No you aren't! What about the Pharaoh's hikari and his friends/
'It's all fake Bakura...'
Ryou switched the blade to his other hand so he could cut his other wrist.
/NO! Hikari listen to me! Life is the most precious thing in the whole world! You can't simply just give it up! I would give anything to be able to live again, to feel pain again, to... Ryou! You're not weak! You're strong! The strongest ever! Don't be stupid! Don't be like me! Please hikari, listen to me/
'I hope whoever gets the ring next takes good care of you Bakura...'
/No! Ryou please... I don't want another hikari... I want you... Please don't leave me.../
Ryou sliced through the skin on his wrist and let the knife fall to the ground. Watching the blood pour out of his wrists he felt a silent tear trail down his face. But it wasn't his own.
'Why are you crying Bakura?'
/I would give anything to have what you have Ryou, anything to have what you're just giving up.../
'If I could then, I would give it to you, for you seem to want it more then me...'
/Ryou, I don't want you to leave me.../
'Why? You never cared before...'
/I'm so sorry Ryou... I wish things hadn't turned out the way they did, I wish you could have had a better life./
Ryou smiled slightly as he began to feel lightheaded.
'So this is what it's like to die... I wonder what heaven will be like...'
/Ryou.../
There was a flash of light and Ryou lurched forward, falling to the floor.
He struggled to his feet and walked to the bathroom opening the cabinet he found some bandages and wrapped his wrists up. When he finished he glanced at himself in the mirror.
Sharp smoky brown eyes, spikey long white hair, pale skin...
Bakura stared at himself in the mirror, for the first time in five thousand years he could breath again.
He could feel the pain of the cuts on his wrists and the light-headedness from loosing so much blood. Tears spilled down his pale face.
For the first time since the ring had been given to Ryou, Bakura could no longer feel his hikari's presence...
He could no longer see the door to his hikari's soul room...
He was gone...
Ryou soul had disappeared and it had given Bakura his body...
Bakura stumbled over to the telephone and picked it up. Dialing the number Ryou had stored in memory he waited for someone to pick up.
"Hello? Motou residence..."
"Pharaoh? I need to get to the hospital..."
"Bakura!"
"Please... I need help..."
"Where are you Tomb Robber?"
"Ryou's house... Please hurry..." Bakura muttered.
"I'll be there as soon as I can. Where's Ryou?"
Bakura let out a painful sob.
"He's gone Pharaoh... He killed himself... He left me his body..."
There was silence over the phone for a moment.
"I'll be right over..."
Bakura hung the phone up and collapsed on the sofa, tears streaming down his pale face.
"Ryou... why'd you have to leave me all alone?"
Bakura closed his eyes and let himself succumb to the darkness…