The void within

After the war

AN: Not sure why I came up with this but I did. This chapter is all in Yuma's point of view.I promise no one will die. Probably.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Yugioh Zexal. Let' be honest, it's probably because of stories like this.

The war officially ended a few months ago. Astral, the Barians, and everyone else was back and safe and sound. I was so happy when Astral decided to stay in this world too! He ended up living with Kaito though to be able to do some research in and of the Human world. Sure it made me a little sad that he wasn't by my side all the time like he used to be but he was happy and that was all that mattered. Plus I could always just drop by and visit him at Kaito's place every now and then, right?

That's what I had thought anyway. It turn out that I was wrong. When I went by to try and visit Astral he just started yelling at me that he was busy and how the lab they were working in was to dangerous for me to be playing in. So they made it very clear that they wanted me nowhere near them or the lab. The Worst part is that they weren't the only ones who kept pushing me I tried to go near any of the others they would yell at me about how they didn't have time because they had jobs, clubs, or had already promised to meet up with somebody else.

As their friend I suppose I should be happy for them all. I mean, they are all happy and moving past he war and getting on with their lives. After what we all went through don't we all deserve to just move on? That's what I think, but why is there this huge pain in my chest?

Looking back I just don't understand what happened. Back during the war everyone had always wanted to hang around me. I mean, Cat and Katori even fought each other over me! And now that the war was over it was like I just didn't exist to them anymore. I just don't know what I should do anymore.

I can't help but feel like they all just used me like some kind of weapon that they threw away after they no longer needed it. I sometimes find myself wishing that the war had never ended. That everyone was still fighting and still needed their " weapon. " That way they would all be here and I wouldn't have to be all alone anymore.

I absolutely hate myself whenever I have one of those thoughts. They're my friends and I think about taking away all of their happiness just so I can be happy. What kind of a friend does that make me? It's gotten to the point where I can't even look at myself in the mirror anymore these days. Maybe it's actually a good thing they abandoned me. If they were still here and I started having thoughts like this and they found out they would probably hate me. I would rather be dead then have them hate me.

But what do I do about these thoughts? As time goes by I can't help but feel that those thoughts are coming to me stronger and more often. How long will it take for me to actually try to act on one of these thoughts and everyone starts hating me? I've decided that the only way for me to not be able to do anything id for me to not be here at all. I've decided to kill myself so that there will be no chance of me doing anything to hurt my friends.

As I think about this I'm already in my room with a large knife I got from the kitchen. My plan is to simply cut my wrists so that I slowly bleed out. With the terrible thoughts I've been having I deserve to suffer before I actually die, even if it is only a little. I've already left a note to everyone saying that I'm sorry and start to lower the knife to my right wrist with my left hand. But before I can actually cut myself someone catches my left wrist and stops me.

I hear an oddly familiar voice say, " Now, Now Yuma. There's no need to be do hasty. " I look up at the person who caught my wrist. All I see is someone around my age in a black hoodie that droops to cover most of his face. All I see is his mouth as the unknown person continues saying, "If you really want your friends to notice you then why don't we just do something to get us noticed? " The unknown person's mouth then twists into a smirk that sends dread shooting threw my entire body.

AN: I don't really know if I should continue this story so review or PM me if you think I should continue it.