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This was partially inspired by lack of sleep and the thought process of imagination.
The other was partially inspired by the word death.
I would never meet death.
...At least, that was what I thought.
My death for others meant sending me to the Shadow Realm.
"H-heh heh..." Great. Now I'm laughing to myself.
Then again, those fools never learn...send me to the Shadow Realm and I will come back, those born from the darkness shall always be attached...
Maybe if I were smart, I'd stop trying to kill the Pharaoh and his friends and think of a plan to make him BEG for his death. Then again, I'm smarter to make him think I am his friend and the only one who understands him...then he shall beg for death when I, and I alone crush his fragile heart...and he has no one to turn to...what a beautiful sight that shall be. Then I shall kill his friends by getting them alone and betraying them each...one-by-one.
Bah. Enough about them. More about me.
Ah, but then there is Mariku. Sweet, naive Mariku.
Apparently he's a psychopath...So, he likes killing eh?
Cute.
I consider killing a side hobby... Manipulating others while exploiting their weaknesses seems like more fun.
...Then again, killing is still a lot of HELL fun.
Mariku... he has been my "target" for a while now.
And, as usual, my targets avoid me...
...Or maybe it's because I kissed him... Feh, his first reaction was to push me away which he succeeded in by punching me in the gut. He has a hell of a punch...
Feisty. I like feisty.
Poor thing. Probably never been kissed by anyone. Well, if you don't count me. Probably confused now. Did say he wanted to kill me though...Can't avoid me forever though. We do, after all, live together.
--Flashback--
I sauntered up to Mariku who was near the kitchen counter, cutting some vegetables.
I waited for a little while, then he suddenly put the knife down and said, "I know you're there Bakura. Stop hiding and show yourself."
"H-heh heh," I laughed. "Nothing can escape you, can it Mariku-chan."
...This comment does nothing but infuriate him. Amusing.
"Bakura! Stop calling me that! And don't you have anything better to do than stare at me all day?!"
I pondered on that for a moment. Better things? Come to think of it, I could be working on gaining the Pharoah's trust or stealing something just for the heck of it.
So I smirked and said, "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"
"Then tell me why you're staring at me instead of doing something else?" he said, obviously rather frustrated.
"It's rather simple really," I said. "Because I want to." You want to?! What gives you the right to stalk me around all day because you want to?!" He's probably angry now.
Cute, I mused. "Don't you like it?" I asked. "Of course not! And give me a real answer!" You asked for it... "But you're so cute I get attached."
That invoked a shocked look for a few seconds then turned into one of rage."WHAT?! CUTE?! Nobody calls me cute!" He said as he lunged toward me.
I didn't bother dodging his half-hearted attempt to punch me. Instead, I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the wall. "Get off me Ba-MMPH!" I pressed my lips to his to shut him up. Less talk more- "ARGH!" Shit! I released my grip on his right by accident! He punched my gut dammit! "Fuck that hurt! What the hell did you do that for?!" I said angrily. "Y-you kissed me!" I smirked. "I know you liked it." After he heard me say that, his eyes grew wider and her ran to the knife on the counter and picked it up, and pointed it at me. "I-I'll kill you if you try it again!" he stammered. Grinning this time, I spoke. "Would you really?" I remarked sarcastically. Now, at that exact time, he was fumbling with the knife, which would poise no harm to me.
"S-shut up! Stay away from me, or I really will kill you!"
...At that exact moment, I came to a realization that his face was entirely red.
...Heh. He just keeps amusing me. "You really did like it..." I teased. "No! No! No, I didn't!" He said, while swinging the knife clumsily. I think I saw a tear fall just before he swung it...Is he crying?...Nah! "But your face is red." I teased again. "Don't tease me!!!" He screamed. A screamer? Heh. I can't believe my good luck. Better if he was a virgin...Oh. He was looking down now, so I couldn't see his face.
"And why not?" I couldn't resist just a bit more teasing... But he started trembling violently while hugging his arms... So, he really was crying... "I couldn't tell you...Y-you wouldn't understand me you bastard!" Right after he finished that sentence, he threw his knife at me, so fast it almost hit me. It just nicked my arm a bit as I dodged it. What a sloppy throw. "I know you can throw better than that." I taunted.
"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME SO DON'T GO AROUND ACTING LIKE YOU DO! STAY OUT OF MY LIFE YOU STUPID FUCKER! GO TO HELL!" Now, I could clearly see his face, which was contorted in rage and tear-stained. Obviously, he was crying. I guess, I hurt his feelings... His face is so much more beautiful when he cries... Hmm... I guess...He's different from my other targets... More...unstable. Needs more affection.
While I was pondering, I was so deep in thought I almost did not notice him running to his room and locking it.
--End Flashback--
...Now that was a few weeks ago. Right now I plan on giving him his oh-so-needed affection. Question is, how am I going to do it...? I think this is the longest amount of time I ever spent on a target...That just makes me so much more attached...He's going to be worth it if it takes this long though. I can feel it through my guts. Or that could be his punch from earlier this morning. He has a hell of a punch...
It's time to move on to Plan B.
To be continued...
Author's Notes:
Finally, It's over. ._. It took me at least a few hours to think of how to end it. ._.
Review please. :D First time to write a story.
The next chapter will be posted soon, I am almost done working on it.