Interlude
Dear LK,
Seems like you've finally been able to grab ahold of my gift. Either that, or you're reading this off or Deviant ART. Most likely the latter, since the odds of me meeting you are just about slim to none right now. But anyway, back to the topic at hand. Recently, you and your characters have been inspiring me to write tons of poetry. Although to be quite honest, two of them have already latched on. And quite tightly. Marik Ishtar and Yami Bakura have gotten themselves stuck in my mind, and they're not gonna get out anytime soon. Not that I mind any. They're nice company, once I get Bakura to stop picking on Marik's unintentional innuendo. And whenever I finally get Marik to put his Rod back in his pants. Oh yes, and leather-They love it, but it's costing me the fortune. *Sigh!*
But that's okay, because they mean a lot to me. I care about them as much as you do, and that's probably saying a bunch. I thought that I would be able to contribute to your fandom by writing you a Fanfic, but I guess that's not working out. So, I've decided to take a route that was more short-term and impulse-based. Poetry. Anime is something I love, and so is poetry; so why not combine the two?
These poems are the result of this idea. I don't know exactly when I started; I don't know when or where it'll end. But I hope these poems speak to you as much as it'll speak to Marik and Bakura. So if you don't mind...would you step aside and let me speak to them?
Love,
Yoshi-chan.
Dear Marik,
A rebel in your own right is what you are. You were shut out from the rest of the world, had you childhood bled out from you, were condemned to expectations you didn't want to live up to-and yet, you've survived. You're living out your freedom based on your expectations and nobody else's. That in itself is admirable. If I was old enough, I'd drink to that! Sure you're different, you're perceived as socially awkward, and people stereotype you as being gay.(I'll take you for any way you go.) But you're practically me with a different skin on, and then some. And that's something I love and respect you for. Keep on doing your thing. 'Cause it's yours. Yeah! *Laughs!* And if you don't mind, I'd like you to step aside so I can speak to Bakura for awhile. Yeah, I see you rolling your eyes Limey-man! Tee-hee!
Love,
Yoshi-chan.
Dear Bakura,
I saw you rolling your eyes when I was talking to Marik. You probably think I don't like you too much, don'tcha? Well I'd be damned if I said you weren't important to anything or anyone. You are important, Bakura. You're kinda like Marik's guiding star beaming through your armor of shadows. No matter how much of it is done outta irritation, annoyance, or teasing; you still care. So with that, I'd want to let you know that you're a good friend. The kind that every "different" child should have. And so is Marik. Please take care of each other.
Love,
Yoshi-chan.