A short story told from Bakura's point of view about his relationship with Ryou.
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Alone…
I was a spirit. My only purpose was driven on hate. Hate for the man that destroyed my home. Took my family. Burned them, murdered them, boiled them right before my eyes. For what? Some fancy pieces of golden jewelry. I swore my revenge. I let the darkness overcome my broken state; I gave into the beast named Zorc.
For 5000 long years did I wait. Waiting for the chance at fulfilling my promise to my people. I would kill the man who killed. I would never forgive him for taking my family and friends. I wouldn't forgive him for leaving me alone. Alone. Alone…
And then I met you…
You were the shred of light that shone through my broken, darkened mind. I took you're body, soul, and identity for the sole purpose of my revenge. Yet you never hated me. You said you understood me. You were willing to let me take control of you. I used you to hurt your dearest friends. Yet you never hated me. Every night you would tell me how you felt. How you understood all I lost and understood why I had to get my revenge. You said I was not evil, but that I was a lonely spirit in dire need of some love and compassion. Yet all I did was push you away.
You never gave up on me.
You loved me, and secretly, I loved you. I could never admit it. Admitting means weakening, and I can't afford to be weak. I told you that once. You just smiled and said it was alright to show weakness in front of you. You leaned in to kiss me, and that was the night you changed me.
Weak…
You were a weak soul, yet you changed me. Me, a soul that survived countless hardships and pain. I realized that you were breaking me. After that night, I treated you terribly. I stopped asking you for permission to gain control of your body. I stopped protecting you from the bullies that threatened you. I tried to break you, like you were breaking me.
Dying…
You were dying from the spirit possessing your mind. I was healing from this new person he had met. I realized the colors I had covered with my hatred. I began to wonder if I were really dead. I tried to give back the stolen body. I tried to give back the souls I had taken. But it was too late; the boy I tried to break had died a death very familiar to me.
Killing…
I had killed you. Having me inside your mind, my sudden change, it drove you to madness. The voices you heard, the pain you suffered, it was too much for you. I had killed you… You died a death the same way I did. From a broken heart and a demon possessing you. I died again the day you died. No longer would I hurt others. You cared about the friends I hurt. The least I could do for you was spare them all. The least I could do for you was kill myself…