I just had to look.

I just had to check on him, to make sure it wasn't true.

I'm being silly, being paranoid, I told myself.

I wasn't.

All those times I saw Jack and Yusei together, all those times Yusei assured me he loved ME… they were all lies.

Filthy, rotting, searing, abominable lies!

I didn't know whether I wanted to laugh or scream or cry or kill. So I stood there, paralyzed by the sight of the one thing I dreaded the most.

Yusei in the arms of another person.

In Jack's arms.

I knew I wasn't supposed to be here. I wasn't supposed to go near anyone living until "the time came" as Rudger so bluntly put it. But I had to check on Yusei, I HAD to. I wanted to see him a wreck, a complete mess, missing me with his heart and soul and regretting everything he's ever done and not done. I wanted to see him crying, screaming, miserable without me.

And yet, just a week after my demise here he was, nothing covering him or Jack but a thin white sheet that flowed like water over their passionately moving forms.

I had been betrayed. By both of them. The hole in my chest where my heart used to be felt as though it was being stabbed repeatedly with a very sharp blade. Oh, how I longed to have a blade to run slowly and deeply over my former friend's throats! And I had died for them. I died for them and this was how I was repaid. With Jack's moist lips caressing MY Yusei's soft neck as he convulsed with repressed outbursts of pleasure.

What if I just jumped out and screeched at them "AHA! I KNEW IT! YOU FILTHY WHORES!" or what if I left and came back with that promised blade in the form of a knife and introduced them to the consequences of their actions? What if I didn't care about my second chance and the price I had to pay to obtain it? What if I just set the entire world on fire and watched as everyone screamed and burned into ashes of nothingness?

And yet I let the hands that took my shoulders lead me away. I let the the hands hold back my hair as I projectile vomited in the back alley. I let the hands rest on my head and back as I screamed into the owner of those hands' chest. And I let the arms attached to those hands carry me back to what would be my underground prison for the next two years. My solitary confinement of giant hatred. Giant like the god that gave me a second chance. Yes, Yusei would get what he deserved, in the end. Jack too. They would suffer, as I did. And I would watch them burn with the rest of the world. Yusei would look up at me pleading for mercy, his eyes wide with pure terror. And I would smile widely and say, "Satisfy me, Yusei," as I clawed out his heart from his chest with my bare hands. Like he did to me.

Like he did to me.

Satisfy me, Yusei.