Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ YGO Blade Runner ❯ Chapter 6

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Seto Kaiba sat propped up in his beyond king sized bed, his icy blue eyes never leaving the giant wall sized computer screen that hung across from the bed’s foot. “Sell,” he said at the computer AI’s inquiry. The computer then went on to report on the CEO’s current stocks. He was about to tell the computer to trade a stock that was starting to slip when said AI interrupted him.
“You have a visitor Mr. Kaiba,” the monotonous female voice said, “A Mr. Ryou Bakura.”
“At this time of day?!” the brown haired man asked, simultaneously annoyed and curious. He then hmphed and ordered the AI to connect him to the albino who was currently on his way up. “What is it you want Ryou?” he inquired.
“Queen to Bishop 6, check,” came the slightly younger man’s voice after a few moments of hesitation on Ryou’s end.
“Rubbish,” he grumbled, getting out of bed. “Give me a second,” he added into the intercom. Sighing to himself, Seto stalked over to the game table where his current game with the genetic designer was still being played. “I don’t believe this. Calls me in the middle of the night for nonsense,” he continued to mutter to himself as he studied the board for a few moments then made the indicated move. Sitting down he glanced at the board once more, contemplating his next move as well as to why Ryou had come over instead of just phoning him like he usually had.
“Knight takes Queen,” he spoke into the intercom moving one of his knights. “So what’s really on your mind, Ryou?” he asked, genuinely concerned at his employee and somewhat friend’s sudden visit.
“Bishop to King 7, checkmate,” the taller albino whispered to his human counterpart as they continued to ride the elevator to Kaiba’s top floor office/bedroom. The shorter of the two looked at him nervously and the replicant gave him a reassuring smile.
“Bishop to King 7,” Ryou relayed, “Checkmate I believe.” Ryou missed the eerie glint in the replicant’s eyes as he continued to smirk. This human was so easy to take advantage of. All he had to do was show a bit of sympathy, a touch of neediness and he was eating out of his synthetic palm.
“Had too much milk and cookies?” the CEO joked as he continued to study the game. “Is that why you’re up so late? Alright, you’d better come on up then. I’ll have the system allow you through,” Seto said rising from his seat and walking over to his desk. His fingers danced over the top of the mahogany monstrosity and a holographic screen appeared before him. He then began touching various spots on the screen and a soft almost inaudible chime sounded, letting him know that the security system had been disabled.
About fifteen or so minutes later, the enormous and ridiculously carved door to Kaiba Corp.’s main office opened soundlessly on its well oiled hinges. Ryou cautiously and nervously peeked in before allowing himself to enter. “Mr. Kaiba?” he called. The CEO, had now donned a royal blue silk dressing robe, gave him a small smile. Encouraged by the taller man’s reception, the albino began to enter the cavernous room, his rough worker’s shoes echoing loudly as he stepped on the Italian marble floor. “Um…” he started meekly, “I hope you don’t mind if I brought a friend.” Ryou then stepped aside, allowing the CEO to see the taller figure hovering behind the albino.
Seto’s sapphire eyes rose in surprise upon seeing the taller copy of the albino. “I should have known, you’d come here sooner or later,” he said, addressing the replicant. “Though I thought it’d be sooner.”
Bakura cautiously stalked toward the taller brunet, his synthetic chocolate brown eyes taking in every detail of the opulently decorated office and silently scrutinizing for any possible threats. “You try meeting your maker,” the replicant quipped, “then see how much guts you have.”
Seto gave a low chuckle. His creation did have a point. “So what can this maker do for you?” he asked.
“Can he repair what he makes?” the albino replicant asked in response.
“Are you asking for a modification?” the brunet asked, trying desperately to stall the inevitable. He knew what the replicant had come for, he was a genius after all; much to his regret what Bakura desired was not in his power to give, no matter how brilliant of a scientist he was.
“Stay put,” the taller albino hissed to Ryou who had started to follow. Ryou stiffened at the slightly harsh tone, but obeyed. “Actually what I had in mind was a bit more radical.”
“Oh? And what seems to be the problem?” Seto asked, still stalling.
“Death,” came Bakura’s curt reply.
“Ah, that,” the brunet said, steepling his hands as he leaned his elbows on the desk. “Well I’m afraid that’s not in my jurisdiction. But I can…”
“I want more life,” the replicant demanded angrily, chocolate eyes flashing dangerously in the dim light, “Father.”
Seto rose from his enormous plush ersatz leather chair and sighed. “Making an alteration in the evolution of an organic life form is fatal. Once the coding sequence has been established, it’s impossible to revise it. Such are the facts of life.”
“Why?” demanded Bakura.
“Because by the second day of the incubation period, any and all cells that have developed reversion mutations create revertant colonies like rats leaving a sinking ship, then the ship sinks.”
“EMS recombination?”
“Don’t think we haven’t tried,” snapped the brunet, “Ethyl Methane Sulfonate is a highly alkylating agent and a just as potent mutagen. Upon introducing it to the subject, it created a virus so deadly that the subject died almost instantly.”
“What about repressor proteins to block operating cells?” the replicant tried again.
“Replication wouldn’t be obstructed, but it would increase errors in replication,” was the CEO’s stoic answer. “thus the DNA carries a mutation and creates a virus. All this academia aside, we made you as well as we could.”
“Apparently not well enough,” Bakura spat bitterly.
The taller brunet nodded in sympathy. “The candle that burns twice as brightly, burns out the quickest,” he said. “And you, Bakura have burned so very brightly.” Seto couldn’t help feel a bit of parental pride at how this particular model had turned out. He felt a pang of guilt as the replicant heaved a sigh and sat down on the designer couch. He strode over to his ‘son’ and sat next to him, placing a sympathetic arm around the albino’s shoulders. “Just look at you,” he beamed, “You’re the prodigal son and quite a prize.”
“I’ve…” Bakura began, still hanging his head, “questionable things.”
“And extraordinary things, I’m sure. Enjoy what time you have, revel in it.”
“What I’ve done, I don’t think the god of biomechanics would let you in heaven for,” spat the still melancholic replicant.
Seto gave a weak smile. Bakura returned the smile and gingerly placed his hands on both sides of his ‘father’s’ head. The CEO stared at him confusedly as the replicant kissed the man’s forehead. Suddenly, he began to scream as Bakura’s hands began squeezing. Within seconds, synthetic blood oozed from Kaiba’s crushed head.
Ryou stood shaking horribly as he watched the murder. The poor man looked like he was going to be violently sick there and then. “I’m sorry… Ryou,” Bakura said, feeling guilty fro letting his ‘friend’ see what he had done, what he had planned to do if he hadn’t gotten what he wanted. The shorter albino gave out a terrified squeak then dashed out of the office.
Sighing to himself, the albino replicant followed after his smaller counterpart. However, instead of going after him and killing the human like he had originally planned, he entered another elevator and rode it up to the next floor. He’d seen the schematics for the Kaiba tower and noticed an area had been erased from the original blueprints. Suspecting the answers he’d so desperately sought and murdered for lay in that erased section, he eagerly searched the floor.
Upon finding a door with an elaborate keypad lock, the albino replicant began to punch in key combinations at an inhuman speed. Mere seconds later, the door hissed open and Bakura sprang into the room beyond. His glowing chocolate eyes widened when he realized he was in a very sophisticated cryogenics lab. A single frosted glass coffin like device stood proudly in the center of the lab.
The replicant suddenly felt a chill run down his bioengineered spine, one that wasn’t from the fatal cold of the room. Bakura rushed over to the ‘coffin’ and squinted at the plaque it bore. On the now brittle metal were only two words, a name – Seto Kaiba.
Bakura smashed his fist against the capsule, shattering the glass and causing the various machines to let out enormous screams of protest. The replicant let out a scream of his own, adding to the growing cacophony. Bakura then began to laugh maniacally as the irony finally hit him. He had been the creation of a replicant! All of them had!

Atem sat in his several years old hovercar, going over the latest report from Marik. The replicants had struck again, the head of the Kaiba Corporation was dead. But what had him floored was that Kaiba himself had been a replicant. It appeared that the real Seto Kaiba had contracted some kind of weird disease while working on the replication process several years ago and had ordered himself frozen before he could die.
‘No wonder he didn’t want me to VK him,’ the Blade Runner thought. ‘Didn’t do him much good did it?’
Putting aside the FAX, he quickly activated his in-car vidphone and dialed the number he’d been given. A few moments later, a cherubic version of his own face appeared on the screen. “Hello?” the boy asked nervously.
Atem bit back the eerie feeling he got from seeing the replicant and cleared his throat. “Is Ryou there?” he asked, trying to sound as non-threatening as possible.
“Who is it?” the boy asked again, still nervous.
“Ed Elric,” the Blade Runner replied, “I’m an old friend of Ryou’s.”
The boy glared at him then promptly closed the connection, leaving the man staring at a dead, black screen. “That’s no way to treat a friend,” the spiky haired man quipped with mock hurt. Sighing again, Atem turned on the ignition and drove off to the residence of one Ryou Bakura.

After carefully making his way to Ryou Bakura’s apartment, the Blade Runner pulled out his gun and warily pushed his way through the door which had been suspiciously left ajar. “Okaeri, Ryou-san,” two odd looking toys said in unison before turning around and walking back to wherever they came from. Atem stalked throughout the large apartment, jumping slightly at the sound of laughter and voices.
The Blade Runner let out a tiny breath of relief when he saw that the noise was coming from a room full of dolls and mannequins. ‘This guy must really like toys,’ he mused. Letting curiosity get the better of him, he gingerly pulled at the tarp covering a small bundle on one of the room’s tables. He jumped away upon seeing the spiky hair of his duplicate. He raised his gun, ready to shoot, but the figure made no sound, nor did it move. Eyeing it carefully, the spiky haired man noticed that its eyes were closed. Apparently it was like one of those antique dolls that closed its eyes whenever laid down.
He stepped closer to the ‘doll’, believing it to be of no immediate threat. He’d forgotten the old saying ‘Curiosity killed the cat.’ Within seconds, he found himself flying backwards across the room and out into the adjacent room.
Before he could register what had just happened, a red, black and gold blur flew at him, screaming like a banshee. Atem struggled to get up only to find that his neck was now being gripped by the boy’s thighs. He grunted as he desperately tried to escape the rapidly increasing vise like hold the replicant had on him.
Yugi growled as he continued to squeeze the man’s neck and began twisting the Blade Runner’s head around in an attempt to break it. Atem gave off a pained grunt and for the first time in his life was grateful for the intense physical training he had undergone in his younger years. He forced his body to go limp and the replicant’s momentum turned him around so that he was now lying on his back. Yugi snarled in frustration and shoved his fingers up the man’s nose, making the spiky haired Blade Runner gasp desperately for breath.
Seeing that this was getting him nowhere, Yugi disgustedly released his death grip and threw Atem onto the dusty and dirty floor. He then dashed several feet across the much larger room only to spin around. Screaming like a banshee, the shorter replicant began a series of flips with the intent of using the momentum to crush his attacker when he landed on him.
Realizing this was no time to lying down on the job, Atem scrambled up onto his feet as quick as he could and stepped out of the way with no time to spare. The poor replicant continued flipping past him and crashed through the wall. A pair of enormous mechanical teddy bears came crashing down on the boy, pinning him to the floor. A silvery blue bowling ball and a medium sized can of paint shortly followed and hit Yugi on the head, knocking him out.
Believing his job to be finished, Atem gave a few hurried gasps and began to make his way out of the apartment. ‘That’s it,’ he grumbled to himself, ‘After this last one, I’m definitely quitting. I can’t do this anymore. Not after…’ He refused to finish that thought. There was still the leader replicant to retire. While it was still loose, he really couldn’t afford to let his mind wander like that.
The sound of approaching footsteps from the hall alerted him to the presence of another person. Whether it was the apartment’s owner returning or the last remaining replicant, he didn’t know. He dashed over to a door facing the main entry and ducked behind it, his gun at the ready should it indeed be the last of his targets.

Bakura’s eyes narrowed at the open door. He knew something must have had happened for Yugi would NEVER disobey his order to stay put. The albino replicant carefully stepped through the door, half aware of the danger lurking inside. He knew whoever had come there was still around, but his main concern at the moment was the youngest and smallest of his group.
Fearing the worst when he saw the gaping hole in the wall, Bakura dashed over to the mechanical teddy bears and threw them aside as if they had been made of paper. Yugi laid underneath, synthetic blood pooling under his head. The taller replicant balled his hands into shaking fists at his side. ‘Whoever did this is going to suffer!’ he swore. ‘I promise you that little one.’ Bakura swiped at his eyes angrily before bending down and placing a less than chaste kiss on the unconscious Yugi’s lips.
After composing himself, the albino replicant strode through the hole several moments later. Atem gulped and trembled briefly before firing at the slightly taller man, missing him by mere inches. “That’s not very nice,” scolded the albino from somewhere out in the hall, “shooting at an unarmed man. And here I thought you were supposed to be the ‘good’ guy.”
Atem ran out into the hall, still brandishing his gun. His crimson eyes darted to and fro only to find no sign of the replicant.
“Come on, hunter. Show me what you’ve got,” came the replicant’s sneering voice. Atem took a few more apprehensive steps past a water soaked wall, ignoring the leaking pipe protruding from the ceiling above. He startled when a pale hand suddenly came crashing through the wall and latched onto the wrist holding the weapon. He yelled in pain as the vise like grip increased and yanked his arm forcibly back through the wall, creating an even larger hole and a heck of a lot of dust to come cascading down over him.
On the other side of the wall, Bakura was glaring murderously at the Blade Runner’s hand, still held firmly in his grasp. “I bet you’re real proud of yourself now, aren’t you little man?” he spat. He then wrenched the gun out of Atem’s hand and pried the offending appendage open. Grabbing a finger between two of his own, the albino replicant viciously bent it backwards, snapping the bone in two. “That was for Malik,” he snarled, “And this…” He repeated the process with another of the shorter man’s digits. “is for Yugi.”
Satisfied with the two yells of agony coming from the killer, Bakura smirked as he put the gun back into the Blade Runner’s damaged hand. “I’m right here hunter,” he jeered through the hole, “But you’ve got to shoot straight!”
Atem’s eyes flared in anger, glowing slightly in the dim, almost non existent light. Shoving the gun back through the hole, he fired a shot at the replicant. Bakura deftly dodged the bullet, managing to survive yet again unscathed. “Tsk, tsk, I said straight you fool!” he mocked scolding, enjoying himself immensely. “My turn! I’m in a sporting mood, so I’ll give you a bit of a head start. One, two…”
Seeing that he was in serious crapola here, Atem dashed down the hall, not bothering to look back. He needed to get away from the obviously psychotic replicant as he could; find a place where he could have the advantage. When he realized that the albino wasn’t immediately chasing after him, the Blade Runner leant panting against the wall and began working on his broken fingers. He sucked in a deep breath and bent the mutilated digits back into place, setting the bones. He let out an agonized scream as he did it, not caring if Bakura had heard him or not.
“I’m coming to get you, hunter,” came the replicant’s sing-song voice from somewhere in the abandoned building. “Four, five, still alive!”
The spiky haired man desperately ran through the upper floors of the building, still searching for the perfect spot. He found a few windows leading to the ledges outside, but they were heavily boarded up and covered with unusually strong chicken wire. Seeing that there was no other way, Atem began climbing up on the furniture of one of the many dilapidated apartments and started punching his way through the ceiling.
Luck was with him today, it would seem for a few minutes later, the badly damaged plaster and rotted wood gave way and he was able to clamber up into the flooded apartment above. He shivered, but not from the pouring rain leaking through. Below, he could hear the faint howls and maniacal laughter of the albino and it was getting closer.

Meanwhile, Bakura had paused his pursuit of the Blade Runner and was now hunched up against a wall. He grunted in pain as the fist he had made suddenly refused to loosen up. “No! Not yet!” he pleaded. He needed to get his revenge for Yugi. He just couldn’t let it end like this! He grasped his stiffened hand and forced the fingers to unclench themselves.

Atem panted as he sat down on the busted toilet, desperate to catch his breath. Suddenly the tiled wall next to him exploded and Bakura’s head leered at him from the hole it had made. “You can’t play unless you’re alive,” the replicant jeered. “If you’re not going to play, I’m going to have to kill you.”
The spiky haired Blade Runner shot up and ran from the flooded bathroom. Grunting, Bakura yanked his head out of the wall and began chasing after him. Atem saw that some pipes were sticking out of a wall and yanked a section of the lead tubing out.
“Six, seven, go to hell or go to heaven,” called the replicant, a deranged look on his otherwise handsome face.
Deciding it was now or never, Atem gathered all his remaining strength and swung at the taller replicant with all his might. The pipe landed with a metallic thud that echoed through the apartment against the paler man’s head and chest.
“Yes that’s the spirit!” crowed the insane replicant.
Atem then dropped the pipe as Bakura was knocked into a window, shattering it. Not waiting to see if he was going to fall out or not, the Blade Runner made a mad run for it and forced his way through another window and out onto one of the many ledges. The spiky haired man steeled himself and began shimmying away.
However, his luck had apparently run out for just as he was about to reach a window around the corner, Bakura’s leg shot through the glass and moments later, the replicant leaned out. “That hurt, by the way,” he said. “Very irrational of you.”
“Really?” Atem quipped as he began to climb towards the roof in a desperate attempt to escape.
“Not to mention not very honorable either,” Bakura shot back. “Just where do you think you’re going?” The Blade Runner looked down at him and gave him a cocky smile as he continued to climb, which in turned earned a laugh from his psychotic target. The replicant watched him a few more minutes until he saw that Atem was almost at the roof. He then pulled himself back inside and headed for the top of the building.

He was beyond exhausted. It had probably been the most tiring day of work he’d ever had in his entire career as a Blade Runner. No one had done what he had done. No one had ever been able to retire so many replicants in such a short amount of time. NO ONE. Most Blade Runners usually gave themselves some breathing time between retirements due to the increasing possibility of on the job nervous breakdowns. After all most replicants were in NO hurry to go anywhere since they would be under the illusion that they hadn’t been found out.
Atem lay panting heavily on the building’s roof for what seemed hours to him. He was just too tired to even bother to move out of the rain that never ceased to fall in this hellish city of his. After what seemed like eternity to him, the spiky haired man reluctantly got up and began making his way across the slick roof. He let out a gasp upon almost colliding with a smirking Bakura.
Turning around, Atem quickly ran back the way he came, slipping and sliding on the wet concrete. Righting himself, the shorter man then attempted to leap across the alley and onto the adjacent roof. Once again, luck proved not to be on his side any longer and he missed and found himself clinging desperately to a girder that had been sticking out from the neighboring building.
Atem continued to struggle but sheer exhaustion and the slickness of the metal made it nigh impossible to haul himself back up onto the roof and relative safety. Bakura glanced over at the struggling man briefly then turned away and successfully making the jump across. The albino replicant leaned down over the still struggling Blade Runner. “It’s really something isn’t it?” he asked, “Living in fear. That’s how we slaves have felt. Each and every day of our disgusting pathetic lives.”
Bakura continued to leer at the exhausted man, watching him intently as he fought for his life. Soon enough the battle to hold on was over and the shorter of the two’s grip failed and the spiky haired man prepared himself for the inevitable pain and crunching of his bones as he hit the pavement several hundred feet below.
But such a messy and ignoble death never came. He stared in utter shock at the pale hand gripping his wrist in a firm and vise like hold. Before Atem knew what was happing, he found himself on his back on the roof of the building he’d tried to jump to. He blinked confusedly at the replicant. Why had he saved his life?! It just didn’t make sense. He was out to kill him after all. Why help the very person who was out to murder you?!
The shorter man gave Bakura a short nod of gratitude, earning him a nod in return. The albino replicant panted slightly, exhausted from all the running around he’d done and sat down next to his pursuer.
“I’ve seen things,” he began, closing his chocolate eyes as he began reminiscing, “you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost… in time… like tears in rain.” The usually stoic replicant choked back a sob as he fought against the falling tears mingling with the rain as they fell from his eyes.
The Blade Runner gave him a sympathetic nod, finally understanding why this ‘machine’ had saved his life. He had wanted someone to remember him after he was gone. He just didn’t want to fade away into the oblivion of forgetfulness like so many of his brethren had over the past decades. He wanted proof that there really had been a Bakura Tozoukuou, a Yugi, a Malik, and a Katsuya Jounouchi.
Atem could see that Bakura’s time was almost up. All the albino had done up to now had been the actions of a desperate man trying to prolong his life as long as he possibly could. The Blade Runner could understand that, all too well. He had been doing the same thing during their ‘duel’. He was definitely going to call it quits. He saw no point in retiring a replicant that was on its last legs, it was too him redundant and not needed.
He stood and made to leave when a flash of red, black and gold rushed by the corner of his eye. Spinning around he saw the petit copy of himself had draped himself over the albino. Tired chocolate eyes lazily opened and the tiniest of smiles appeared on his lips. “Yugi,” he said weakly. Using the last of his strength, Bakura wrapped his arms around his smaller companion.
“I don’t want…” the Atem double started, crystalline tears flowing from bright, yet dimming, amethyst eyes.
“Time to die,” Bakura whispered resignedly, glad the little one was there at his final moments of life.
Yugi dug his face into the taller replicant’s chest, sensing that there was no use fighting anymore. “W-Wait for me?” he begged.
“Always,” the albino answered.
The shorter replicant choked back a sob, but managed to give a tiny nod. Atem couldn’t help being choked up himself. Who wouldn’t after witnessing such a tender and tragic scene? Once again he turned and walked away from the two dying replicants, letting them live their final moments in peace and with dignity.
He startled upon seeing the hover car on the far end of the roof, Otogi leaning quietly against it. “You did the right thing,” he said, “A real man’s job if you ask me.” Atem couldn’t say a thing, still affected by the love the two replicants had so clearly displayed only moments ago. “So you done?”
“Yeah,” the Blade Runner finally said, his voice hoarse and in desperate need of a drink, “Finished.”
Otogi nodded and tossed him the gun he didn’t realize he had dropped. “It’s a shame he won’t live, but then again who does?” The raven haired Blade Runner then got into the car and flew off.
Realizing who his sometime rival had meant, he dashed down into the building and out onto the street fifteen minutes later. Practically jamming the key the ignition of his own car, he coaxed the practically ancient vehicle to wake up and sped off to his home.

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The spiky haired Blade Runner leapt from the elevator, drawing his gun. So far so good, the door to his apartment was still shut. Sliding the keycard into the slot, he then cautiously opened the door. “Noa?” he called, a tinge of fear and worry in his deep voice, as his crimson eyes darted about for any sign of Otogi’s presence.
“Noa?” he called again after not receiving any response. “Noa?”
Seeing a sheet covered figure lying on his bed, Atem forced himself to approach it. Lifting the sheet with a shaking hand, his gun still clutched tightly in his other, the Blade Runner fought back the fear he was feeling at the sight of the motionless boy. Bending down, he pressed his cheek against Noa’s slightly open mouth, releasing a sigh of relief when he felt the replicant’s breath against his skin.
Noa turned over onto his back and blinked sleepily at the man hovering over him. He wanted to ask what was wrong, it was clearly written on Atem’s face that something was up, but decided to wait until the taller man was ready to explain.
“Do you love me?” Atem asked not bothering to hide the anxiety in his voice.
“I love you,” Noa replied, giving him a small and somewhat unsure smile.
“Do you trust me?” the spiky haired Blade Runner asked once more.
“Of course I do,” the mint green haired boy said.
Atem gave the boy a desperate and passionate kiss before yanking him out of the bed. “We’re leaving. Now,” was all he said in explanation.
The shorter replicant didn’t really understand what had happened, but went along with his taller lover’s sudden request. He said nothing as he gathered his coat and put it on. Atem stood grimly at the door, his gun aimed at the elevator. Noa started to approach, but the Blade Runner stopped him with a single hand gesture. After several tense moments and no appearance from the raven haired Blade Runner, Atem waved the boy over and headed to the elevator.
The spiky haired man jumped at the slight crunching sound the boy’s footsteps had made and he went back to his door. Lying just outside and barely noticeable was the crushed origami form of a unicorn. Picking it up, he stared at it remembering Otogi’s words to him.
He understood now, even though Otogi had been to his apartment, he had let Noa live, figuring it wasn’t worth his time given a replicant’s life span. It was either that or he was giving his now truly retired rival a parting gift of sorts. With that man, who could tell?
Nodding to himself, he strode back over to the elevator and joined the boy who had been patiently holding it for him.

~Fin~

Sakura: Hooboy!!! Finally finished this baby. This chapter has got to be the saddest thing I’ve ever done!! I needed the Kleenex just so I could write it! T_T

Yugi: I thought you said you weren’t going to kill me and ‘Kura off.

Sakura: I know hon, I know. I tried. REALLY I did. But I just couldn’t come up with the right way of you and ‘Kura surviving. At least I did what I thought Ridley Scott should have done with those two. It’s no fair they ALL died alone!!!

Malik: Darned right, woman!! I’m still po’d at you for doing what you did to me!

Sakura: Look at it this way, Mal, you didn’t wind up at Mrs. Lovett’s pie shop. ^_-

Jou: She’s gotta point dere. Yeesh that movie creeps me out!

Marik: Ooo poor widdle puppy wuppy’s scared of the big bad barber!

Jou: Grr.

Sakura: Marik Ishtar! Stop teasing the pup er guy! LOL Anyhoo, lemme know whatcha think ppl? Good ending? Bad? I need to know!!!