Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! And this is just something I wrote on a piece of paper at school. I was really bored, you see? And it's very short..
Warnings: Attempted suicide, and a bit of cursing. Randomness. And yes. It's very, very, very short.
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A certain thief cursed inwardly, what had he done to deserve this? After Battle City, his life is now a total mess. No, he did have a place to stay, food to eat and someone that cares for him even if he doesn't want it.
The knife drives closer.
The pale hand tugged the millennium ring off from his neck and tossed it out the window, only to have it return around his neck a moment later. Throwing it onto the floor this time, the white haired yami switched to his mother language and cursed all the curses he knew to this 'blasted' ring of his.
It drives lightly over the wrist. Nothing happens.
Why do people even bother to care for me? What do they want? Must they always stick their nose into someone else's business? Why mine? Sheesh! Fuck out of my life! It's mine! I'm an insane homicide bastard for Ra's sake. If you don't stop caring, you'll probably get injured or killed!
It then violently scratches along the skin of the arm once. A deep red gash is formed and red liquid pours out.
Blood...It's amusing to watch it pour out of yourself, but you're still alive, you know? No, I haven't told you that I do this in secret. It's a bad habit, and it would ruin my reputation. It is a bad habit, but it's so very enjoyable. Every damn second of it.
The sharp blade runs along the wrist once again, and this time, blood leaks out uncontrollably.
Death. I welcome it with open arms. Open bleeding arms, unless my blood runs out. Interesting thought, no? Why do mortals fear death? You just die. That's it. You'll all face it one day. It's only the matter of time you get before you die.
The blade dances around the pale skin, gashes here, wounds there. The carpet's all red. Not like this thief cared.
A gentle knock is heard from my door. Looks like someone wants to interrupt my death. Hmph. "Come in." I announced.
It was my hikari who was there. Mouth gapping in shock. I don't see what's the big deal. He then gasped. "Bakura!" Yeah, that's my name, don't wear it out. "What are you doing!?" He asks frantically, rushing over to my side and starts to be the paranoid him.
I zone out, not really wanting to hear him. What am I doing? Happily ending my life before you stopped me, of course.
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I hope that was okay. I don't really expect any reviews, but hey. I wouldn't mind them. Eheheh. -sweatdrop- Constructive flames are loved. And yes..My english isn't very good.
It is not my first language!
Ah wells, hope you liked it!