Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Autumn ❯ What's Left of the Flag ( Chapter 2 )

Forever Autumn

hato-chiisai

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh, nor any of the songs in this fic, or anything else that you may have heard of.

YAOI WARNING Ryou/Bakura, Malik/Marik, Yugi/Yami, Seto/Joey, Tristan/Otogi

This is my first song fic. The title of this fic is the name of one of the songs that will be in this fic. When I came up with the story, the song immediately popped into my head, and it became a song fic. Hope you like it, and if you must ignore the song lyrics, fine. But please DO read the lyrics to `Forever Autumn' when it appears. Arigato!

Chapter 2- What's Left of the Flag

*His eyes they close, and his last breath spoke

He's seen all to be seen.

A life, once full, now an empty vase

Wilt the blossoms on his early grave.

Walk away me boys, walk away me boys

And by mornin' we'll be free

Wipe the golden tear, from your mother dear

And raise what's left of the flag for me

Then the Rosary beads, count em 1 2 3

Fell apart as they hit the floor.

In a garb of black we must pay respect to the colors we're born to mourn.

Walk away me boys, walk away me boys

And by mornin' we'll be free

Wipe the golden tear, from your mother dear

And raise what's left of the flag for me*

"What's his name?"

"Ryou Bakura." Otogi answered, clenching Ryou's limp hand.

"Age?"

"Seventeen."

"Address?"

"Uh, I don't remember right off the top of my head. Something Magnolia Blvd."

"Parents names?"

"Yaten and Reiko Bakura. But they're dead."

"Who does he live with?"

"Uh, he's in the custody of his brother…"

"Name?"

"Uh, Kyodai Bakura." The paramedics continued to work on Ryou.

"His age?"

"Uh, 21…." Otogi said.

"Do you know his blood type?"

"Ryou's? No."

"Do you know of any allergies he might have?"

"No. But I'm sure you have files on him at the hospital. In fact, I know you do."

*In a spiked ruin an angry festered wound full of hatred and remorse

where I pick and scratch at the blooded mass

silent rag that now fills my lungs.

For there are many ways to kill a man they say

with bained ax or sword

But a bullet fired from a shapeless gun

Just put the shell of a Thompson gun.

Walk away me boys, walk away me boys

And by mornin' we'll be free

Wipe the golden tear, from your mother dear

And raise what's left of the flag for me*

The paramedics threw open the back doors and lifted Ryou, and the stretcher out of the vehicle. They pushed him through the doors of the emergency room.

"Triage Assessment!" One paramedic shouted. A doctor ran over.

"What have we got?"

"Seventeen year old male, victim of a hit and run accident." Otogi watched, worried, and the doctor looked Ryou over quickly.

"Head injury, looks severe, broken ribs, it looks like, probable internal bleeding, dislocated shoulder wrist, and hip, shallow breathing, weak pulse. We've got us a case three here, gentlemen! Get him to the trauma ward, now! Page Dr. Cannon! Get his ass in here before we lose this kid!" Otogi didn't like the sound of that.

"I'm sorry sir." A nurse said. "You can't go in. We need you to go to the waiting room." Otogi watched as Ryou was rushed away.

"All, all right." He said, in a shaky tone, and allowed himself to be led away, as he clutched the Millennium Ring in his hands.

Bakura gasped again. His link with Ryou was already broken. But he felt something else now. The Ring had been removed. //Ryou! RYOU!!!//

*From the east out to the western shore

Where many men and many more will fall

But no angel flies with me tonight, though freedom reigns on all.

And curse the name for which we slaved our days

So every man chose Kingdom Come

But sure as night turns day, it's the fashion pallay

Oh my God, what have they done

With madmen rage well the dogged craze

But the dead rise again you fools.

Walk away me boys, walk away me boys

And by mornin' we'll be free

Wipe the golden tear, from your mother dear

And raise what's left of the flag for me*

Otogi paced back and forth in the waiting room. He looked up when the door opened. Tristan ran to him, followed by the whole gang; Yami, Yugi, Malik, Marik, Seto, Joey, and a sleepy looking Mokuba.

"Any news?" Tristan asked, after embracing his boy friend.

"Not yet. They said, they said….." Otogi shook his head.

"What?" Marik barked, and Otogi jumped.

"The doctor said he was a case three…."

"Shimatte,…." Seto growled.

"What does that mean?" Mokuba asked.

"Nothing good." Seto said, sitting down. "In a case one, there's no chance, the person is going to die. In a case two, they can wait. The injuries aren't immediately threatening. In a case three, injuries are life and limb threatening, and they need help IMMEDIATELY if they're gonna make it." Everyone stared at Seto, then looked at Otogi, who sank into a seat.

"The doc said Ryou has a head injury, a dislocated shoulder, hip and wrist, broken ribs, internal bleeding, and said to get another doctor in there before they…. Lose him……." Otogi put his head in his hands, then looked up. "Hey? Where's Bakura?"

* Walk away me boys, walk away me boys

And by mornin' we'll be free

Wipe the golden tear, from your mother dear

And raise what's left of the flag for me*

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There's chapter 2. This song, What's Left of the Flag, is by Flogging Molly, a really good Irish Punk band. Please R&R! Oh, and bakurasgirl, I was really amused that I am now called **** *******. I appreciate that you don't want to mention me for fear that I might get in trouble with certain someone's, but don't worry. If I ever get deleted, I'll just repost under a new pen name! ^_^