Kaiba Fucking Seto, Kaiba motherfucking Seto.

He's overrated, overblown, over appreciated.

He's a guy whose head got too fucking big for the horse he rode in on. He was never a cool guy. Always withdrawn and cold. Who the fuck could love a guy like that? A fool with no sense of self-worth, an idiot who's got no clue which way is north and which way is south, so me I guess.

Yeah yeah, call me a hypocrite, but I love the guy. A guy who's far too arrogant for his own good. A guy who couldn't care less about the cardinal directions, a guy who doesn't give a shit about right and wrong. There was nothing to admire about these qualities, nothing for a sane person to even dwell upon, but I found myself thinking it over again and again. I found myself thinking of him, time and time again, it wasn't healthy, not by the least bit, I should have been thinking of myself, lord knew he was thinking of himself.

He's vain, narcissistic, he's in love with himself, and that love is so vast that there isn't much room left for anyone else. Especially not for me. Yet for whatever reason, I couldn't stop fooling myself, hoping for more, telling myself that he was better than what I thought of him. I couldn't help but hope. Hope was what my friends preached, hope, magic and fucking friendship, but hope was the one that resonated with me most. Hope was the one that I held on to. All because hope was more likely to work out when you had as much luck as I did. I had all the luck, most days, whether it was good or bad, more times than not, it was good luck.

My hopes would be more likely to succeed with my luck if it was anything else, Kaiba was some impassible obstacle for me, nothing I could achieve, nothing I could sway.

It was too bad, we'd never be together, but it was probably for the best, our relationship would be one sided, he'd never be able to love anyone else, he had said so himself.