DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fanfiction produced for entertainment purposes only. Yu-Gi-Oh! and all related characters are the creations of Kazuki Takahashi.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I had finished the story... really... Then this poem just popped into my head and I couldn't resist adding one last chapter ;^_^


A Gift from Darkness to Light
Chapter 6: Epilogue
By Shadow's Mirror


Seto Kaiba stormed into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. In a blind rage, he stalked from one side of the room to another and back again. He was furious.

"How dare they! Just when I thought I had them beaten, he goes and says…" Kaiba stopped in his tracks as a shiver ran through his body at the memory of the tombrobber's words, and the image they had painted for him. "I don't know which is more sickening, that Ryou would actually do something like that or that Bakura apparently enjoyed it!" He shivered again, which only served to make him angrier.

"Either way, he only told me about it to get even with me. It was his petty vengeance for what I said about his and Yami's pathetic excuses for poetry. As if I care what he and Ryou do with each other! It's not like I ever dreamed of anyone tying me to the bed with silk scarves and tickling me with a feather duster from head to toe…" Kaiba sighed heavily before he could help himself. He quickly recovered from his momentary lapse and snarled, "How dare he say such a thing to me!"

Kaiba's eyes fell on a sheet of paper lying on the bedside table and he snatched it up with a low growl. "Poetry! I've had enough of it! If I never see another poem again it will be too soon!" He clenched his fist, crumpling the page into a ball, then turned and threw it across the room as hard as he could. The ball of paper hit the wall and bounced off, rolling to a stop just in front of the door.

As Kaiba strode out of the room, his flash of temper eased by his actions, he took great care to step on the discarded page.

* * *

A minute later, Kaiba opened the door to his room again. He paused in the doorway, looking down at the crumpled ball of paper for a long moment, his face an expressionless mask. He remained silent as he walked into the room, picked the page up and carried it back to his bedside table. With a soft sigh, Kaiba took a moment to smooth out the creases as best he could before he put it back in place. He stared at it for a moment before snorting in self-disgust at his weakness. Just because he was angry with Bakura and Yami, he shouldn't have lost control as he had. He'd almost destroyed something that he liked.

Kaiba headed for the doorway again. "Those pitiful fools and their pathetic attempts at poetry… Mine is better than theirs any day! Still… I suppose I do have them to thank for my writing it. After all, it was their stupid contest that inspired me." He darted a glance back at the piece of paper sitting once again on his bedside table before leaving the room.

* * *

Seto's Poem

Oh, how abhorrent
Asked to judge their poetry.
The fools. They shall pay.

They think I'll be fair
But I shall show my scorn with
Taunts and ridicule.

When it is over
They will cower before me.
I will enjoy this.


The End
(and this time, I mean it ^_^)