Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh or the song "Resignation," and I don't make any money from this story.
A/N: Grr…when plot-bunnies attack! Only my Understanding Music class is to blame for this, and here it is! It's just a really short, random drabble fic.
Oh, I'm almost finished with the next chapter of Unwilling Thief for anyone who's waiting for it.
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Go Out, My Light
Go out, my light, go out!
I see the way you struggle against me. But honestly, did you think it would do any good? You're just a nuisance in my way. It would be so much easier for the both of us if you would just vanish like a good host should.
What you are lacking
Is now gone;
It's not like your friends care about you. I know how they disregard you; you are nothing to them. In moments of danger, they ignore you. H-heh heh, though I might have something to do with that…
In this place,
You cannot find it again
Did they give you some sort of confidence? Truly they never cared! The very idea is ridiculous. Nobody would ever care about you. You're so weak, fragile, insecure…How hard others must work to hold your head up. You are worse than me, preying upon those helping you.
You must now break your bonds!
That's right, hikari. Just forget about the ones you knew as "friends." It is obvious they could never rely on you, so broken, to help them in their times of need, and they can't help you, either. They've tried and failed before.
Once you burnt merrily,
Now they have wrested your air away
Ah, yes, those memories of your sister and mother. Your grief-stricken father too wrapped up in his work to care for you, the constant reminder of a tragedy that he can't bear to look at. You used to be so carefree…it was sickening! Playing with Amane day after day, so innocent and blissfully unaware. And then, harsh reality invaded your perfect little world and you fell, so weak…Pathetic.
When this is gone,
The flame will die;
Are those cheerful little memories the only things still keeping you sane? Once they fade, will you fade as well? I can only hope the one soul who still stands against me will disappear from this body and leave it for me to take. There will soon be nothing left for you here, anyway.
It seeks, seeks, but finds it not;
No matter how much you try to cling to your "friends," you will never find the closeness you long for, the comfort you need. You are unwanted, uncared for, and there is only one thing left for you to do…
"Go out, my light, go out!"
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(Chuckles nervously) Well, not the most cheerful thing I've ever written, but I hope it was OK. Such appropriate lyrics, huh? Please let me know what you think. Happy New Year, everybody!