Itooshi - Mybeloved
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
689
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Itooshi - Mybeloved
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-gi-oh. The end.
Translation
Itooshi ->my beloved
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Itooshi – My Beloved
A fist slammed into his face sending him to the floor. He tried to stand only to have a boot slam into his stomach.
“You useless waste of air! Stay where you belong on the floor!” An angry voice spat at him. “How anyone like you could exist, let alone be a hikari is beyond me.”
“I-I’m sorry please-“
His desperate apology was silenced by a swift kick to the ribs; he couldn’t help but scream as he heard and felt on of them break.
Shut up Ryou! You’re wasting air by speaking. Why don’t you do the world a favour and lie down and die?” His lover growled out angrily.
With a final kick the man who was, Ryou imagined no longer his lover, left leaving Ryou on the floor beaten and broken.
The white-haired youth curled up sobbing as his blood trickled out of him, quickly absorbed into the white carpet he lay on, staining it red. The youth did not care.
Shifting he felt his broken rib push again a lung. He tried to move so that it would no longer be pressing against his lung, he couldn’t help let out a small scream of pain as the rib punctured his lung.
He laughed bitterly as eh felt his lung fill with blood and he lay there gasping for air; he could feel blood trickle out of his mouth.
“I g-guess I’ll no l-longer need to w-waste air.” He said to himself smiling sadly as he felt death creeping up on him.
I’m sorry my beloved, my itooshi. . . . Yami.
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Owari
Notes: I wrote this in a moment of extreme depression . . . I wanted to do something that reflected my pain but wouldn’t want me to revert to my depressed state from a year ago. This piece of junk is what came out of it. . . took me ten minutes to write on paper at 3 am.
I’m thinking of doing a prequel to it, which I promise will be much better thought out and written. If you think I should please review and tell me Review either way though, please?
Oh yeah.. . did you guys think it would be Yami? I wanted to do something different from the normal Bakura beats Ryou who then kills himself. Shrug Oh well I tried
Translation
Itooshi ->my beloved
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Itooshi – My Beloved
A fist slammed into his face sending him to the floor. He tried to stand only to have a boot slam into his stomach.
“You useless waste of air! Stay where you belong on the floor!” An angry voice spat at him. “How anyone like you could exist, let alone be a hikari is beyond me.”
“I-I’m sorry please-“
His desperate apology was silenced by a swift kick to the ribs; he couldn’t help but scream as he heard and felt on of them break.
Shut up Ryou! You’re wasting air by speaking. Why don’t you do the world a favour and lie down and die?” His lover growled out angrily.
With a final kick the man who was, Ryou imagined no longer his lover, left leaving Ryou on the floor beaten and broken.
The white-haired youth curled up sobbing as his blood trickled out of him, quickly absorbed into the white carpet he lay on, staining it red. The youth did not care.
Shifting he felt his broken rib push again a lung. He tried to move so that it would no longer be pressing against his lung, he couldn’t help let out a small scream of pain as the rib punctured his lung.
He laughed bitterly as eh felt his lung fill with blood and he lay there gasping for air; he could feel blood trickle out of his mouth.
“I g-guess I’ll no l-longer need to w-waste air.” He said to himself smiling sadly as he felt death creeping up on him.
I’m sorry my beloved, my itooshi. . . . Yami.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Owari
Notes: I wrote this in a moment of extreme depression . . . I wanted to do something that reflected my pain but wouldn’t want me to revert to my depressed state from a year ago. This piece of junk is what came out of it. . . took me ten minutes to write on paper at 3 am.
I’m thinking of doing a prequel to it, which I promise will be much better thought out and written. If you think I should please review and tell me Review either way though, please?
Oh yeah.. . did you guys think it would be Yami? I wanted to do something different from the normal Bakura beats Ryou who then kills himself. Shrug Oh well I tried