Title: Angels Must Return To Heaven|
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh GX
Characters: Cobra, Rick
Prompt: weddings & funerals/family reunion
Word Count: 436
Summary: Every story comes to an end. Cobra just didn't expect Rick's to end before his did.
There weren’t many people there. Students that Rick had went to school with, some of the teachers. Cobra himself. His sister, which he hadn’t seen in ten years, hadn’t missed in all that time, and who had never met Rick in the first place.
For all that they were there, Cobra himself didn’t notice or care. All that filled his attention was the small coffin. Flowers decorated it, mostly lilies, from various organizations, with variations on the theme of ‘we are sorry for your loss.’
If wrecking every last one of them had been the price to gain Rick back, Cobra would’ve paid it twice over and never thought the cost high.
“Rick…” He murmured the name, his voice breaking as he did. “My angel…” There was so much that he’d never had the chance to do with his son or tell him. There was so much that he’d wanted to do.
Rick would never attend high school. He wouldn’t graduate or start dating. He wouldn’t find a job in some field that he loved.
“Harrison…” His sister’s voice fell on deaf ears. Cobra touched the top of the coffin, his fingers trembling, and then pulled away. He had never been able to disturb Rick when his son was asleep. He couldn’t do it now.
“He’s gone.” It wasn’t an acceptance. It was a statement of fact. Cobra realized that his eyes were burning with held-back tears. He stopped holding them back. “My son is dead.” Still not acceptance.
Somewhere in all of that, the funeral occurred. Cobra thought he spoke, but he was never certain. All he knew was that afterward, he was in their house. Their empty, echoing house. People had been there, but they were gone now, leaving behind gifts of food.
Someone had left something else behind: a card with a name and number on it. He flipped the card over to see a simple message written there in a hand he recalled from before he’d met Rick. If you want a place, we have one for you.
To be a mercenary again, risking death on a regular basis for nothing more than money. He’d quit doing that when he’d found Rick. He started to tear the card up and then stopped. To risk death.
Cobra looked at the card once again, then put it away. What did he have left to live for? Rick couldn’t come back to life. So he could at least join his son.
What father would let his child go off alone like that anyway?
He had many preparations to make. It was time he got started.