A/N: So...yeah...this idea came out of no where. A random drabble I came up with for Lelouch, thought really it could work for others...Like Izaya Orihara (Durarara!). Anyway, this is SUPER ANGSTY! You could probably tell that from the title though...Anyway, enjoy!

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Dark. Dark.

It was so dark...

Yet still bright.

Their faces flashed meaninglessly. One after another. Their faces of contempt and fury, hidden by fake masks of cheer.

Again and again...

He waved, he smiled. His face another mask. Another one among the masks, like masked puppets ready to dance. Manipulated by a faceless enigma out of reach.

Just away from his fingertips...so close...

He had been that person. That master manipulator who stood back and laughed as everything just fell into place. Like a game. A complicated, sadistic game. Where he held all the pieces in his hands and they all moved to his command. He was the master, the king of them all.

But was he?

Had he really moved them all like pieces? Maybe he was just a piece on the board himself. Not a pawn, no, but a king. But even the king was controlled wasn't he? By that faceless entity. Maybe he wasn't the master at all...

Just a piece. A piece on this world of chess squares...

It was them. Those faces. Those masked, cheerful faces. It was really them. The world. It had played him like a piece. The King. He was the King, moved effectively and smoothly by the world itself. To achieve it's own tranquility.

And he found he didn't care...

As heart began to slow, he could only smile. They were all pieces...pieces in this over complicated game. Puppets in an elaborate show. Yet also the master mind, all at once. He could only laugh. Everything else seemed meaningless now.

The last act of the play, the last move.

Everything fell into place, clicked like a puzzle. Each piece centered, it was ending. His own red blood pooled around him. Coloring his dark world. Tainting the board, staining the stage. It was all ending now. The actors would bow, the players would congratulate each other.

But we wouldn't be there.

The one piece needed to end the game, that was him. He had finished it and wouldn't be there to bow, wouldn't join in on pleasantries after the end. Darkness edged onto his consciousness, and that's where he'd stay. It was game over for him. There'd be no encore.

It was curtain close.

Game over.

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A/N: So, hope you liked it! And it's super angst... Anyway, hope to see you again! Please leave a review!

Ja ne~