Shattered Ring
A/N: Well, here it is. The final chapter. (And it's Friday too! Cool, I finally made a deadline!) I just want to thank everyone who read and reviewed, it's been really fun. I'm already thinking about doing a kind of sequel, only this time, about Mokuba.
Now, a word about the formatting in this chapter: The character's name will be next to their first line, and they stop "speaking" when you see the next name. That's the only non-confusing way I could think of.
And... I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. (sob sob)
Yuugi
He's gone. I can't
can't believe it, didn't
didn't think he'd do it. And he did.
In a coffin, and holding a single white rose,
a boy that I hesitated to call my friend will sleep for eternity.
Yami Yuugi
This pure soul, kind in heart and in actions...
Is gone.
He will not return, for the Gods have requested his presence at their eternal court
and
he will be honored with serving them.
Yes,
Even despite the fact that he loved the Tomb Thief, despite the fact that the Gods and I had to
...punish him for that.
Katsuya
I hate to say it but...
but I'm glad I'm relieved he's gone no more worries no more tears
y'know, ya get this this feelin'
that they're so much happier now...
Now that Ryou's Yami stood up and did the right fuckin' thing for once, actually
killed him killed that angelic thing or did that angelic thing kill himself
hey, he actually cared about the one we all left to die,
the one we all left behind.
Malik
I'm here. Here in my funeral blacks, I'm
I'm crying. Are you
happy now Akeifa, 'cause
you know it's your fault all these tears are being shed, so
are you happy now? Finally got the attention you wanted, like
mine Marik's Ryou's wasn't good enough.
Yeah Akeifa. You're
a cold-hearted, selfish fuck-up, I was your obedient little whore, your masochistic little whore.
hey...
That's why I still love you, even when you're dead.
Marik
And now you've taken your hikari to you.
I know now.
You said he was your angel, but I was your darkness and Malik, your delirium.
Without him, without Ryou, Akeifa can't come back.
And you always preferred the darkness, you said. And I preferred your sinner's blood.
I have to let him the fuck go and it's so hard.
I longed to kill you myself– the ultimate intimacy, seeing your blood run from you and onto me.
But he's gone.
I think you'd have liked it better. I would have, we'd talked about it and you said...
I must face it.
You said you wanted to go out protecting Ryou.
So goodbye.
And for that, you have both my eternal love and my eternal hatred.
Goodbye, until we meet again.
Anzu
A shoulder to cry on.
An arm to lean on.
Something kind/soft/strong.
Me. Me,
here in mourning clothes, here seeing others
others here mourning for him.
I'm here for Yuugi, for Atemu, for Honda
for everyone Ryou so selfishly saddened. I have to support them,
have to be a friend,
even in the face of all this.
Honda
Ryou left us all.
After months of trying to tell us goodbye,
after months of warning us
(and we couldn't see the clues, wouldn't see the fucking clues)
he left and he died.
Those sad eyes, that pale face,
skin scarred and bruised and drawn so tight over bones...
They were clues.
And we were blind.
All of us.
Seto
No, he can't be gone. He's
he's not, he couldn't be, we didn't end up together.
I never got to kiss him hold him pet him
(hit him bruise him cut him).
My love,
my lust,
my heart.
All gone. I just want to die, an empty shell...
But I can't. There's Mokuba. He needs me.
And still... I ache to see him one last time.
Would that things had turned out
turned out different.
He might have been with me,
lived with me,
died with (from?) me.
Gone. It's all gone, like Gozaburo's taken it all again. But this time, I can only blame...
Me...
Mokuba
I sit, legs not working, shivering
in the slight breeze I'm cold!
but Ryou's gone, Ryou's gone. he was my
my friend, almost
like he could have been another brother and he was so kind.
with soft eyes and a gentle voice. and in
in the end, we both lost out.
he's dead and I can't work my legs. broken in
body or broken in mind...
which of us is truly better off?
Bakura
My vessel presses his cheek to mine.
My vessel is smiling, a rarity and a blessed gift.
He is so soft, so very soft, and we are together once again.
My vessel's legs brush mine softly.
He is falling asleep, tired, spent.
I love him, and we are dead together.
I run my hand across my vessel's bare back and he shivers.
Too many scars, too many memories.
When my vessel has forgiven me, it all will fade.
And under my touch, instead of healing, the scars open again, bleeding red rivers.
My vessel looks up at me through heavy-lidded eyes.
He tells me to leave it be and I do.
With my vessel again, I am whole.
Ryou
i'm so happy, so happy
and after so long. i rest
rest within my yami's arms, kiss
his tan and handsome face, he's
beautiful.
we shine together, glowing almost like
almost like the Ring does now?
we shine together after our lovemaking and
we are one
as the Ring is now.
the Ring is no longer shattered, no longer
marred.
and my soul is healing slowly too.
slowly, slowly, but it is. oh i hope it is?
i'm i'm i'm healing slowly...
healing now that i'm
where i've belonged...
where i've truly belonged all along...
i'm home.
Oh. My. God. I'm done, and this feels so weird! Next, I'm going to work on another Yu-Gi-Oh story, and then, I'll come back to this storyline and do a sequel, hopefully. It'll probably be Mokuba- and Noa-centric.
A loose end: Mokuba basically wrecked his legs when he fell, so he's in a wheelchair. Just in case it wasn't apparent to you all.