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Promise
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-Firemoon
"I'm going to kill you one day.."
Yami smiles up at me, lazily, his eyes glazed with Sleep's touch.
"Hm.."
He mutters out, and snuggles into me. And I let him.
Ryou is trying to talk to me again. Stupid, useless hikari. Him scratching away on our mind link is of no matter, but it is certainly annoying after a while. I turn it off, snapping a sharp warning and feeling him cringe mentally. Yami shifts a bit.
"What's wrong?"
"Ryou."
I feel his gaze on my face as I stare blankly up to the white ceiling.
"..you should be nicer to him you know."
He finally mutters, trying to burrow to my side. But this time, I push him away slightly, just to see his crimson eyes flicker with hurt. Only for a moment, no more.
"And why should I? He's nothing."
"He's your light."
"I don't need light."
I absently stroke Yami's scarlet and dark locks of hair, and he instantly relaxes, purring.
..He always was a sucker for love. Always. Fawned upon since his birth by miserable bunch of servants, he is soaked to the brim with love and attention, and craves more and more, like a greedy child.
And I? I was raised in hell, and fell to the bottom of it and clawed my way back out. Stepped in blood so far that I had to go on, kill and slaughter, til I finally drowned in it, only to be locked inside this cursed ring.
It's hard to tell that we're exactly the same age, the pharaoh and I. He, soaked in love; and I, on the other hand, am poisoned with revenge.
And you were wondering why I don't revenge them now? My family, friends, home, all long since dust three thousand years ago?
..It's power. It always was about power.
He may beat me in all Shadow Games, but we know that I can always get him to begging me. In here, he's always mine. Mine, to hang, draw, and quarter. And that's why I'm letting him live, for another hour, another night.
But I never forget.
I might be rolling around in bed with the pharaoh for now, but I never forget who put me here. Never forget what happened.
One day – it could be tomorrow, next week, month, hell, even years -..
I will kill him.
I'll slit his throat like he did with Mother, run him through like he did with Father. I will play with his blood.
I look down and smirk at the pharaoh.
Ah, Pharaoh.. finally you won't be cared for at all. Just a heap of rotting meat somewhere far, far away.. or I might just bury you – or what's left of you – in the yard. So close, but far away. You may think I love you, or care for you, but it'd be over soon.
The time will come. Maybe just a little too soon for your liking, but it will come.
And perhaps I'll tell you.
You see, I never loved you at all.
..I wonder what your blood will taste like.
-Owari-
