Ariette: So... This is my first story in this area. I'm really in love with this serie and I tough of making a fic. And here it is! Sometimes you may see me with Black Mist around, but right now I'm mad at him(you would understand if you see episode 102). So... I'm writing another story of Zexal but it probably take a long time to be published, so don't expect to see me soon (I never do it). Well, Yu-gi-oh Zexal is not of my propety, it belongs to his proper righters (Until I burn their house).

Enjoy the fic!

WOUNDS

"Agh!" His respiration was agitated. He couldn't deal with the pain.

"Please, hold on!" He didn't want to see him like this; he didn't want him to suffer.

"It hurts…It hurts me…" Tears in his scarlet eyes, that expression tells everything.

"I know it hurts, but you have to hold on. Please!" He begged in a vain hope to help him.

"I can't….Agh!" Another cry. The pain can be seen perfectly all over his face.

"All this was his fault" He thinks while seeing his friend. "If I could have done something…" He recriminates himself mentally.

"It's not your fault" That voice in agony took him out of his thoughts. "He deceived us… And I was too careless…"

"Don't say that, it was not your fault, it was him's." He didn't want to think what would have happened if he didn't had catch his other self.

"Don't torture yourself... This is something I can handle." He said in a soft whisper, trying to reassure his friend.

"I must do something, you're weak. Please rest, I will get you out of here." Said the other, trying to hold back the tears. He saw it and wanted to believe it was just a nightmare. That it was not true what was happening. It was not true that blood that flowed from every wound of his companion.

"Don't worry ..." He smiled, but then was replaced by a grimace of pain. "AGH!" A cry even louder got out of his throat, greatly concerning his friend.

"Yuma!" Alarmed, he rose from his side and tries to lift him, failing miserably. "If only ..." The sadness filled him, he felt useless. His partner in agony and he could do nothing.

"Calm ..." His voice was almost inaudible, his whole body ached but that would not prevent him remain calm.

"How can you say that?" Tears peered down his face. "I could do something! But now it's late, I'm useless!" It was difficult for him, including those emotions he could not control; He wanted to stop feeling like this.

"No ... you're not useless. You-you saved me." Although he was in agony, he would always smile, even in times of pain. Also he did not want to worry Astral.

"Yuma ..." He was surprised of the willpower Yuma was showing.

"Astral, you're not useless. Never think that." And despite the wounds he had, despite the pain he felt, that would not prevent Yuma Tsukumo keep his hope, much less to stop worrying about others.

"Yuma ... I promise we'll get through this." Determined, Astral thought a way out of that place. Anything would be helpful.

"Thanks ... Astral ..." In a soft whisper Yuma lost consciousness.

-Because despite the injuries, hope is not going to disappear.-

Ariette: I'm sorry if you see grammar errors, I'm not used to write in english. Oh! And I wish to give thanks to some people who inspired me to write this story in english. They are:

*byakuyakuchiki16

*Tsukuyomi-chan

* R. N. Walker

*And my Nee-san: oshagirl

*Also thanks to: Himmeh and Mic-RNOL-Mik

I really apreciate your support to me! And you should read their stories, they are really good writers n.n

Thanks to all the readers, I apreciate your support n.n