Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh! Or any of its characters.
AN: Going through some old notes of mine, I stumbled across this little passage, supposedly a follow-up to Ironic. So, I thought, what the heck? I'll post it on here. I kinda like it and maybe I can do some more featuring the other characters.
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It was sunny.
Why?
Birds were singing in the trees, children were laughing and people were passing me by, chattering and smiling as if it were just another normal day.
Why?
Didn't they realize that it was so dark now? Didn't they realize that the glare of the sun was but a pale reflection to the light that had been snuffed out a mere 12 hours before? Didn't they realize that we had all been left behind to fumble blindly in the suffocating shadows, abandoned?
Why?
Why?
A question that I keep asking myself.
Why weren't the heavens mourning the loss of an innocent life, crying out their pain in a torrent of sleet, with thunder rumbling and lightning flashing in suitable tribute to his passing?
Why hadn't the world stopped turning and collapsed in upon itself in fiery destruction?
Why, why, why!
Why were we still here?
Hadn't we promised to be there for each other, no matter what? Hadn't we drawn that stupid symbol of a bond that could never be severed?
Why did it have to be like this?
We'd never failed before. We'd survived everything the world had thrown at us and more, and we'd come our stronger than ever. Family members had been kidnapped, minds had been controlled, souls had been stolen, yet nothing had separated us. Together, we were invincible.
But we hadn't been together. He'd left early, we'd followed after.
He was alone.
He'd died alone.
And that hurt worse than anything else. We hadn't been there, when he'd needed us most. We came 2 minutes too late.
Why?
Our team, our friendship, it could never be broken. Except it had. Our bonds were broken. We were broken. As broken as he'd been, lying there on the pavement, his once-shining eyes cold, dark and lifeless. What was the point of this world if a hero could be destroyed by a common drunk in a flashy car?
Why?
Tristan slammed his fist into the wall, frustrated with the lack of answers to his despairing questions. One of his best friends was dead. And he demanded, of the universe and of all the gods, to know WHY!
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AN: So, let me know what you think. I hope you like it!