Epilogue

Dys: This is the last chapter of my first DOOM fic for Yu-Gi-Oh, "First Cut is the Deepest." It is called the Epilogue, and tells of a sad scene in the story where Dartz, who has forgotten about FD, finds her house and is surprised to find a picture floating in the wind. He keeps the picture, though, but has no idea who drew it. Originally, this Epilogue is inspired by Missing by Amy Lee. It's a nice song. If you want more fics by me about the DOOM boys, check out my other fic, Taking Over Me, which is kind of a copy off this. Hope you like this, and if you get the chance, read my other fic. Much love! Peace!


What a beautiful scenery. It absolutely astounded Dartz as he stared out at the ocean. The sunset sent the sky into a crimson light, reflecting off the stain glass windows of the manor that stood upon the shore. The house was so beautiful, decorated to fit the scenery it stood on. He had never been here before, yet it felt so familiar to him, especially the scenery. It was as if a voice was calling to him, dragging him here. But why? What business did he have here?

He approached the front steps of the house, and looked onto the levels they went onto. White feathers were spread around it, like a hurricane had happened here. Dartz closed his eyes and remembered that white raven that came to visit him in the tombs. That raven was so beautiful, and the feathers on the porch resembled that raven's. How beautiful. Then he noticed something on the ground, the ends of it billowing softly to the wind. He picked it up and found it was a picture drawn by someone.

The picture was so beautiful. A beautiful, young woman of about sixteen stood in a field of black roses, staring ahead. Her eyes were silver, moonlike, a daydream gaze held within them. Her hair was long and black, billowing in the drawn wind. White feathers fell around her in the field and her hand were brought up to hide a necklace she wore. She dressed in an unusual outfit, the blouse she wore was white and hovered only slightly over her navel, a line of white flowers on the hem, while her skirt was long and white, billowing around her long and slender legs like a cape. This woman was so beautiful, and what interested Dartz was two things. A pair of black wings sprouted from her back and spread across the background, while he noticed a scar was running under her hand. This girl was gorgeous, resembling a raven. But how…?

He turned the picture over and looked over it. On the back of it was writing. He read it over, it being a poem of despair and loneliness.

Please forgive me

But I won't be home again

Maybe someday you'll look up

And barely conscious you'll say to no one

Isn't something missing?

You won't cry for my absence, this I know

You forgot me long ago

Am I that unimportant?

Am I so insignificant?

Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I'm the sacrifice

You won't try for me, not now

Though I'd die to know you loved me

I'm all alone

Isn't someone missing me?

Please forgive me

But I won't be home again

I know what you do to yourself

I breathe deep and cry out

Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?

And if I breathe, I'll breathe knowing you don't care

And if I sleep just to dream of you

I'll wake without you there

Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?

Dartz looked that poem over twice, reading ever word of it and absorbing it into his mind. Those words, though he had never seen them before, he felt like they were spoken towards him. The poem reacted like it was with the picture, but then Dartz saw something at the bottom of the page that caught his attention. Initials and a name were spelled out in a perfect, cursive handwriting. He looked them over, and sighed.

FD, Rika Micamura

That name struck his mind and heart. He had heard that name before, but from where? From an employee at his company? No, he never hired anyone with that name. He did hear Kiniko speak of her quite a bit, though. Was she a friend of Kiniko's? Did she live here at this house? Whoever she was, she was a talented artist, but obviously really lonely.

As he released the picture into the wind, a thought trailed into his mind. He hoped one day to meet this young Miss Rika Micamura, and hope someday he could cure the loneliness and depression that he sensed lingered deep within her heart. Until then, he just hoped that she 'd continue with her beautiful talent and spread it across the world. An empty and sad place like this needed something beautiful like her art. A smile spread across his face as he watched the picture float away into the wind.

"You never know how precious someone is until they're gone…a lesson I learned when I lost my family…. Now, I'm happy, because I'm no longer alone, but with those that love me….I just wish Amelda was here to see it…."