Defining Hate
by darkestbeforedawn
summary: hate is easy to let go of. love isn't. [small hints of ??/??] [shounen ai] [swearing]
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"It's been awhile, but I've really never hated you.

I mean, yes, I've disliked you, wanted you dead, but...

I've never hated you. Ever.

You would always come into class earlier, a prim and proper man with the most inscrutable look on your face, and then you would sit down, eyes closed, lost in some morbid thought or another. I catch myself looking at you, believing that I hated you, every fiber of your being...

When I really didn't. I've really never hated you, ever. I know you'll never believe me, but I didn't want you to believe me.

I just wanted you to know. And I know that you would say that you don't care, that I'm useless, and deserve to be locked up in a cage.

But I don't care this time. Really. "

Jounouchi Katsuya sighed, and laid a bouquet of roses on the the grave, bowing slightly in respect. He turned around, and began walking slowly back home, not noticing the sky beginning to rain...

"Rest in peace Kaiba. I'll see your ass in hell..."