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Fanfic: Sinn des Lebens?

Chapter: no title or 'way'

Here's a Darc, and I'll say it right away, WITHOUT a happy ending (somehow logical << "). I just have a craze for happy endings. I think all of my stories have one thing xD Well, that's not here. The pairing is not even the normal one (JoeyxKaiba)
I hope you like it anyway ^^

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I never meant to hurt you
deny you
Hurt you
- too often.
Can't forgive me
will never be able to.
I couldn't see it any longer.
See how you suffer
because of me.
It breaks my heart
I'm gone.
Away from you.
Do not worry,
I am well.
Do not forget me.

Bakura

I crumpled up the paper in my hand and threw it away carelessly. He was gone. Went. Because of me. I clenched my hand into a fist, just hit the floor. Tears ran down my cheeks for a long time. How could he do this to me? Just leave me alone. I needed him. Not from afar - here. Now. I needed him after all. He was all I had.Gave me hold. He was the only one I trusted, despite his beating. I got up. Unsure. Went to the window, his favorite place. How often did he stand in front of it and stare into the distance. If I thought he was there, I was wrong. There was none of his things in the whole apartment. Not even the smallest lint. Iron chains were around my heart. It was like it stopped beating. Why did he do that? Otherwise he hadn't really cared if he hurt me. I didn't care, I was only allowed to be with him. But now he was gone. Gone because of me. Now. My life no longer had any meaning. At least not one I saw. I only remembered. I closed my eyes, imagining Bakura's face. His eyes, brown, cold. Tears came back to me. With nothing he had indicated his disappearance. Why hadn’t he talked to me, somehow showing that he wasn’t okay? I would have helped him. I had always trusted him.Always, even during his outbursts of anger, blows. Maybe because of that. Always trusted that he definitely wouldn't kill me, that he wouldn't. Now he had done it after all, if not physically. The door slammed. I jumped up immediately. “Bakura ?!” The door was closed. Nobody came. As well as? Bakura was gone. No one else would show up here. I looked at the clock. Four o'clock. The time that Bakura came home. I imagined it; hoped he would come again. I sank to the floor, burying my face in my hands. Nobody had ever been as important to me as he was. Nobody had ever made me so happy just by their presence and never, never had I felt anything like this in someone. I felt protected and secure during his blows. I know it sounds absurd, implausible - and yet it was. He would not have killed me, would have protected me; if only to hit me again later.But he would have done it right now, for sure. I belonged to Bakura, body and soul. These cold, emotionless eyes pulled me under their spell, did not let go of me. They were different and yet just like mine. They too could, sometimes, in a very few moments, radiate incredible warmth. His mouth. With every hateful, mocking grin, the way he usually looked at me, I became warm. Since I knew him he looked at me like that, but sometimes, sometimes his expression changed, I imagined that he wouldn't look at me so coldly, warmer, more friendly, more loving. A dull ache, my throbbing temple, all of that had faded into the background. The shed tears slowly dried up, the flow of tears stopped. The pain in my heart, my soul remained, it would remind me of it forever, it would not make me forget it. My arm ran over my eyes, erasing the last vestiges of my external grief. The inner, mental one was eating me up from within.I couldn't live without him, nor did I want to. He had always been my strong, confident, if evil, side. Had given me help and support in his own way. "Bakura ... come back - please!" I started to sniff again, small drops of moisture ran down my face, the pain grew inside me. "You never hurt me ... idiot. It ... * sniff * hurts more when you are not there .... I ask you, come back." In my right hand was still the Soaked with tears, letter from Bakura. He smelled of him, I drew in the scent. Who knew when and if he would be back? Again my heart made itself felt painfully. Why couldn't I die, escape this hellish pain? Why did I have to be so scared of taking the last step? Why couldn't my Yami just be here again, with me again? What on earth had I done to be punished like that ?! I would have done anything if only the old me had been with me again.I got up, still holding the note, somehow made it to the bathroom, looked around briefly. Memories, beautiful and painful at the same time. If I happened to meet Bakura in the bathroom, I was beaten out again. I enjoyed it, often came into the bathroom 'by chance', was it in it, it was the only place where my Yami noticed me, paid attention to me. I walked, now with a safer step, towards the small cupboard above the sink. After a short search I found what I was looking for, took it and went straight to my room. There I lay down on the bed. My glass was on my bedside table, like every evening, with a bottle of mineral water on the floor in front of it. Reluctantly, I reached in front of my bed and poured a sip of the transparent liquid into the glass. Then I looked at my 'souvenirs' from the bathroom. A small white jar, inconspicuous yet deadly, misused. Painkiller. I had enough of that in the house, now it should serve its purpose again.One last time. I unscrewed the lid, it was also white, put it next to the glass. The little pills fell into the glass, bubbled - then the jar was empty, the contents in the glass. The water had turned a cloudy white. I poured some more, the last particles also dissolved. I carefully put the jar next to the lid, took the glass in my hand, and swallowed the brew. A nasty taste lingered in my mouth, showing me that I was still alive. My Ymai was waiting somewhere, one day Bakura would be with me again. I was sure of that. 'Bakura' I closed my eyes and went to bed. Soon, very soon, I would no longer have all this pain, would finally be released from this torment called life.

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Did you survive it? I hope I have my first Darc-Fic, so don't be so strict, please ^^ "I'm always happy about reviews ^^
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