Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ No More ❯ No More ( One-Shot )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Kirby_Hiwatari 
It's a dark one. Read at your own risk.
I'm not giveing it away. You wanna know, read it.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.29.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 609 | Visits: 830 | Status: Completed
It's a dark one. Read at your own risk.
I'm not giveing it away. You wanna know, read it.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.29.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 609 | Visits: 830 | Status: Completed
~No More~
I can't go on. Not like this. It's unacceptable. I don't deserve this life.
It's time to end it. Yes. That is the perfect way. A cowards way, but what are my options?
But then again, isn't that was I've always been? A coward.
It won't matter. Soon I won't exists.
Then you can move on. Have the life you dreamed of.
Or was it dreamed for you? Does it really matter? It will be better then this.
Anything is better than this.
My poor angel. You did nothing to deserve my harsh treatment.
And the way I see it, you never will.
I must have been blind. I see it now though.
My error.
How could you just let me do this? You, of all people, could have talked some sense into me. I always listened to you.
I didn't care who was right and who was wrong, no matter how hard I argued my point.
I did it for the sake of argument. To hear your voice. To hear the pain and anger ring out.
Funny, the things I look for in life. Pain and Anger.
Most people look for Love and Honesty.
Not me. Not dumb old me.
Why couldn't I have been normal? Why did you have to fall for me?
You would have been better off alone for the brief time we have shared.
I'm sorry to end it this way. But I can't hurt you anymore. I never wanted to hurt you in the first place.
But it's my nature I guess. I can never truly love anyone.
I can love to hate.
Love to hear the hate ring out in my lovers voice.
Love to hear the anguish when you don't know what you've done. If you've done anything at all.
Love to hear the anger when you know your right.
Love to hear the pain when I tell I no longer love you.
Love to hear the desperation when you try to convince me not to leave.
Hate. Anguish. Anger. Pain. Desperation.
I must be insane. No one should love to hear those things.
They should break the fragile little heart that we're suppose to posses.
It's time for me to go. You deserve better. You -can- find better. I'm sure of it.
Be happy My Angel. Don't cry over me.
Goodbye Ryou. I will miss you. Please don't miss me.
***
There was a faint pop heard from the street and thud as something hit the ground.
The officer patrolling sighed.
"Damn kids." He muttered as he shined his flashlight down the alley.
He expected to find a few kids with a toy gun harassing a small animal they happened across.
What he found was a completely different sight.
He found a man, black leather pants, black wife beater, white hair stained with blood.
Blood came out of the corner of his mouth and was pooling on the ground under his head.
"Oh god!" The officer gasped.
He called for an ambulance but told them it was no rush. This man was dead the second the bullet hit him.
I can't go on. Not like this. It's unacceptable. I don't deserve this life.
It's time to end it. Yes. That is the perfect way. A cowards way, but what are my options?
But then again, isn't that was I've always been? A coward.
It won't matter. Soon I won't exists.
Then you can move on. Have the life you dreamed of.
Or was it dreamed for you? Does it really matter? It will be better then this.
Anything is better than this.
My poor angel. You did nothing to deserve my harsh treatment.
And the way I see it, you never will.
I must have been blind. I see it now though.
My error.
How could you just let me do this? You, of all people, could have talked some sense into me. I always listened to you.
I didn't care who was right and who was wrong, no matter how hard I argued my point.
I did it for the sake of argument. To hear your voice. To hear the pain and anger ring out.
Funny, the things I look for in life. Pain and Anger.
Most people look for Love and Honesty.
Not me. Not dumb old me.
Why couldn't I have been normal? Why did you have to fall for me?
You would have been better off alone for the brief time we have shared.
I'm sorry to end it this way. But I can't hurt you anymore. I never wanted to hurt you in the first place.
But it's my nature I guess. I can never truly love anyone.
I can love to hate.
Love to hear the hate ring out in my lovers voice.
Love to hear the anguish when you don't know what you've done. If you've done anything at all.
Love to hear the anger when you know your right.
Love to hear the pain when I tell I no longer love you.
Love to hear the desperation when you try to convince me not to leave.
Hate. Anguish. Anger. Pain. Desperation.
I must be insane. No one should love to hear those things.
They should break the fragile little heart that we're suppose to posses.
It's time for me to go. You deserve better. You -can- find better. I'm sure of it.
Be happy My Angel. Don't cry over me.
Goodbye Ryou. I will miss you. Please don't miss me.
***
There was a faint pop heard from the street and thud as something hit the ground.
The officer patrolling sighed.
"Damn kids." He muttered as he shined his flashlight down the alley.
He expected to find a few kids with a toy gun harassing a small animal they happened across.
What he found was a completely different sight.
He found a man, black leather pants, black wife beater, white hair stained with blood.
Blood came out of the corner of his mouth and was pooling on the ground under his head.
"Oh god!" The officer gasped.
He called for an ambulance but told them it was no rush. This man was dead the second the bullet hit him.