With a large slash, Spectral Duke Annihilation's pitch black blade cut through the opponent single handedly, his opponent dropping to the ground, quivering as blood left his body. The opponent in question was the scaly Abyss Dragon, Dead End; Shouri's avatar. In the midst of a fierce Cardfight, Annihilation had found Dead End and the two battled in a spacious wasteland in the Dragon Empire, with sand and dust kicking up in the air brutally as they fought in what seemed to be a rocky, orange desert. It had a serene tone to it, yet held a darkness that was from the bloody one-sided fight where Annihilation ganged up on Dead End and beat him in a spot where no one could hear him. Annihilation had also brutally murdered his friends a bit before Dead End could die under the wrath of the golden dragon. With his large, hulking feet pushing against the bloody and bruised Dead End's face, oozing out of weak yellow eyes were tears, as Dead End silently accepted his fate in the middle of the desert.

Shouri... Shouri...

The name of his avatar continued to ring through his brain as he tried to survive the inhumane defeat. Five units continuously attacking him, going after his neck leaving Dead End no choice but to try and restrict them, but Annihilation got to them before he could. With overwhelming strength, Dead End was brutally beat with the scythe and beams of black energy, leaving his scales cracking and breaking while blood seeped through the cuts he had gotten. Oozing, crimson, blood.

"How pathetic. You can't even save yourself..." Annihilation spat in the cold air. A chilly breeze ran down the battlefield as a silent Dead End had no will or energy to respond. Annihilation had clipped his right wing off, and his chest was burst with a hole in the centre, leaving a hard to look at mess of pink insides and blood running out of him. He wasn't being put to death peacefully, but rather painfully, with his head being bashed in, and his skull being repeatedly stomped on and taunted at, while his grey brain rattled inside, thinking about his avatar and how Annihilation's Psyqualia user, Backlion Demiza, was going to kill his fragile user.

Shouri... You're so fragile...

Emotionally...

And physically...

You can't take it on...

Not...

Not any of it...

So why...

So why do you have to be burdened...

With what I brought onto us...

With a dying breath, Dead End squeezed his eyes shut, his warm tears leaking down his face as he could taste some of his salt ridden tears, before whispering, "...Shouri..." and dying, accepting fate. At that point, a loud crack was made, as the foot of Annihilation dipped into the head of Dead End, the foot itself covered in a sticky membrane of tangled grey, and a thick liquid which seemed to cover said brain. Shards of bone slipped off the foot, leaving minor cuts which bled a little.

"What a buttcheek strider... so much for the amazing Dead End! I keep hearing about. I killed this guy no probs... Jesus Christ does his dead body smell..." Annihilation turned away, as the wind blew against him as he left the dragon to rot. He looked like roadkill, laying in the middle of nowhere and dying in a not peaceful way, and having his last thoughts being worries about his user.

A sharp sensation tingled in Shouri's eyes. His Psyqualia fizzled out. His eyes widened, and his breath was caught in his throat.
"...d...Dead... E...End?!" He choked out just barely, as the card was fading grey. "WHAT HAPPENED?!" Shouri looked up at Backlion angrily. He noticed the card too.
"Oh. Your unit died." Backlion grinned as he forcibly flipped the top card of Shouri's deck. "You are too!!"
"...crap..." Shouri looked at Backlion, who slammed the card into the damage zone.
"You have no use in this world now. To give you use, we must end your life..." Backlion grinned, his smile twisted like the Joker. "So, how would you like to die?"
"...I'd rather not you crazy bastard." He spat in a brave tone. Shouri's body spoke his mind however. His fingers trembled and his body softly shook as his heart was pounding rapidly. His face turned dark and sad, resembling his outbursting emotions he had experienced once and the resentment he held against his former bullies, Darien and Nakuru, who constantly tortured Shouri for being different. With beads of sweat dripping off his cheeks, Shouri stared at Backlion's hazel brown eyes as he approached Shouri. Flashing past Shouri's eyes was the pain he felt from his life. With Backlion resembling people he hated. His useless, abusive father who was into gambling, his school bullies, Darien and Nakuru, cowards like the bystanders which let Shouri get bullied, his own annoying bratty brother, Kiri, yet Shouri couldn't help but try and control himself just a little longer, instead of lashing out. Instead, Backlion held something else to him which scared Shouri even more than his father, whom which he hated and feared so much. He squeezed his shaking hands into tight fists, before gritting his teeth, letting his brown strands of hair cover his eyes. He slowly removed his glasses and put them into his blazer pocket, and removed his blazer. His sad, orange eyes stung with tears, as Shouri could feel everything at once. No longer was he going to stand down and let himself be abused or tormented silently, this time, he was going to break the chains that held him, and become free.

"..Backlion Demiza... I WILL KILL YOU!!" Shouri screamed at the top of his lungs, his head shooting upwards and his eyes piercing the grey, raining sky. Tears in the corners of his eyes bursted and leaked, causing them to stream like a river, before Shouri grabbed a small pocket knife and released the blade, which looked nine centimetres long in size, and the handle looked about four centimetres. He charged his readied blade at Backlion, who was calm. As the sharp metal shot forward, Backlion caught it with his hand, it grazing the skin, and snapping it off the handle like it was a soft, crumbly cake. He threw the blade on the ground and Shouri instinctively staggered back, landing on his bottom as he coward in fear. Backlion knelt down to Shouri and used his right hand to cusp the crying boy, who was being soaked in the rain. His vision was slightly blurry due to the lack of glasses, but he could make out the prominent light blue hair Backlion was known for.

"...now now. It's okay Shouri..." Backlion traced his fingers down the boy's cheek. Shouri was blubbering quietly, drowning in his own self-hate and anger, while he feared for his life against Backlion. Tears kept escaping his eyes and he could do nothing about it. He always wanted to be brave... yet he never could when the situation called for it. His mind told him that it was wrong to hurt others, while his body kept hurting them to the best of his abilities, which made him cry while hurting someone which made him look weak. It just meant more ammo for the bullies at school. Backlion gently embraced Shouri, who continued to cry. "...you remind me of my old self, you know. I hated myself too, and life was a complete bitch to me... So did you know what I did?"

The air became ominous and silent, as the only sound was the rain pattering on the stone ground and Shouri's crying.

"...wha...t..." he mustered from his crying voice, not minding Backlion hugging him. All he wanted right now, was for someone to be with him... or more specifically, Dead End.

"...I killed the old me. Like how I'm going to do with you~" He whispered into Shouri's ear, as a crunch was heard. Shouri's back jerked up suddenly as his frown slowly stood up right, representing a smile. His eye twitched as a knife was lodged in the back of his neck, and came out the other end. The tears continued to roll, and blood seeped down the pale neck of Shouri. Backlion took the knife out and blood spurted along with it, staining the cheek of Backlion. Shouri continued to cry, but his pupils widened, and his eyes became bloodshot. With his mutilated throat, Shouri's last words were "what" and his final thoughts of how he desperately wanted to tell the world what he really felt. The dead body dropped into Backlion's lap. "Your death will never be in vain. You'll be reborn with a use... You suicidal, batshit insane, horny piece of shit." Backlion grinned as he laughed to himself. He had kept tabs on what Shouri did, and what he found out was yes, he was insane through the way he acted at home, and was suicidal by writing multiple suicide notes and storing them away. He also found out his libido was extremely high, Shouri constantly masturbating in his own room. Some could say his sex drive could've equalled Yza's.

Half an hour later, the rag tag team of Yuri, Darien, Nakuru, Helles, Ayo and Lucine saw the rotting corpse of the smiling Shouri, whose dream and wishes was the sweet release of death were fulfilled in the most tragic way imaginable. Lucine dropped to her knees, shaking and covering his mouth, as Ayo ran over to a bush and threw up, as Darien held his nose from the foul stench of what was Shouri's diluted blood. Yuri turned away from the corpse and Nakuru was balling his eyes out, already missing Shouri. Helles grit his teeth tightly as he scrunched his fist up in anger. He shouted loudly in frustration, "GODDAMMIT!!" Before rustling could be heard. Emerging from the bushes were two people.

"...are you, strong?" The voices called out, one of them being Rikishi, and the other was Akane. However, this time, they were...

Reversed.

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A/N

So... this was the Epilogue.

Thanks to!
kaiishida for letting me use Helles!
SoulSpirit67 for letting me use Ayo!
betty813 for letting me use Yuri!
Little_Cute_Cookie for about to let me use Lucine... however I didn't so... sorry.

Even though I gave up on this book... I might pick it up in the future. In the meantime, enjoy Cray's Collapse and a possible feature of these characters... some how.

I'll be having a Q n A after this, so feel free to ask the OCs or me any questions.

That's all, Fox out.