I love this piece, except I think I may have stumbled a bit at the end. Oh well, tell me what you all think after you read it. Your comments would be greatly appreciated by an aspiring author.

This piece is my drabble for my sister's challenge. My sister and I are doing a trade off where I write to five words and she draws to five. This is my corruptshipping drabble. Also, this explains why some words are underlined— it's all to make it easier for her. Just kidding, just kidding.

Anyways, I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! and if I did, I would've at least stopped after GX…


Chocolate Memory

"I love you!" And the words spread out over the hills smoothly.

"I love you!" His voice cracked, but still the dunes embraced his call.

"I love you!" He felt as if his heart would break, but he intended to break his vocal chords first.

"I love you!" And his passionate anger bit harder than any Egyptian night wind could.

"I love you, you bastard!" How could he, HE possibly lose control of himself like this?

"I love him…" He answered his solemn, unasked questioned. His eyes searched the desert around him and he found that he had no oasis to save him. But he had learned that long ago as a child in the village of Kul Elna. His fingers ran through his hair as he continued to ignore senses (after all, he had been doing so lately anyways) and hoped against reason that there was something lurking in the sand for him. If only he could, he would hide in the vast sands of the desert forever if he could give up these emotions.

Kul Elna was his life. He built everything on that foundation of pain and hate. But now, the memory felt flimsy and was crumbling under him. He had never known that he didn't want revenge. Perhaps somewhere in his mind, to justify the means, he convinced himself he wanted it. Or maybe he just didn't want it as badly as he wanted this.

A mirage. All he could see was a mirage of his soul across that vast, empty desert. The chocolate hair blowing in the wind as blue eyes, a sanctuary of water in a dry, merciless land, laughed. They laughed… He had never seen that before. Those eyes always glared at him coldly from across this invisible bridge between them. And every time Bakura saw them, he was sure that distance grew wider.

"I fucking love him!" And he felt like he could no longer see. His heart caved in long before his voice had died out—

"I love you too." Bakura swirled around on the balls of his feet while his whole countenance began to erase the overflow of emotions present a few seconds prior. The younger man reached his arms up around Bakura's head and he pulled him into a kiss. Bakura felt his countenance freeze and his head was spinning. He had no idea how to process this. "I love you."

"This is a trap," Bakura growled, more at himself than the other man, but Seth still flinched. Breaking the embrace, Bakura ran dirty fingers through his wind-tossed hair as he took a few steps away from the desire of his flesh, blood, heart, SOUL. He turned around and stared into sad, blue eyes. "What else could it be?"

"I've loved you, since you first came to the palace. Mind you, I had to get over some unconventional ways you go about your life, but… you command respect, you're dangerous and unpredictable, you're…" Seth's face flushed slightly with embarrassment, he continued in a choked whisper, "You're beautiful…"

Bakura felt something inside him break as Seth approached him again, more slowly. This gate between them had been opened and now—! Now he could collapse into the arms of Seth, now he knew what salvation was for him, NOW he knew what he had been hoping to see in the desert. Bakura nuzzled Seth's chest and listened to the heartbeat in contentment as his weary heart lulled him to sleep in his lover's arms. Yes, he loved him indeed.