Title: My Tourniquet

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh

Rating: T (for safety)

Pairing: Bronzeshipping

Before you came, anger raged inside me. You took that away.

Before you came, I hated everything. You adsorbed that for me.

Before you arrived, I was going insane. You stopped that dead in its tracks.

But now I'm confused. I have so many questions in my head which want... no, demand, answers. Why did you help me? Why did you save me only to break me down again?

But the biggest question still remains the biggest mystery. Why am I so happy about that? Why do I find satisfaction in my own slow destruction?

I suppose it's because, when you take over, I can't feel a thing. You numb the outside world. You make me immune to the lies and deceit that plagues mankind. You, alone, ensure that they can't get anywhere near me. You're my defender, and my safe haven. Yuugi may have called you a monster, but you're my angel. My deranged guardian angel.

You want to rule the world, to light it aflame and watch it burn to ashes. You want to listen to the melody of several billion screaming souls because it's the closest thing to music you know. You want to destroy everything you set eyes upon and there is no doubting that madness that storms in your mind. I'm no exception. If you had the choice, you'd rid this world of me in a heartbeat. This I know.

But still, part of me wants to know what I am to you. Do you feel anything under those layers of malice and insanity? Can anything except hatred pierce the unmoving mask around your heart?

You may ask why I want to know. Well, the truth be told, because it might help me discover what I am to you. You are so many things to me. My protector, my angel, my destroyer and my death. You will be the death of me Malik, in every sense of the phrase. When the world has paid it's high price my your hand and is left in ruins and ashes, when you have nothing left to destroy, you'll simply destroy me too.

And yet, I'm still grateful... How messed up is that?

But, until that time, please, don't leave me, my pacifier. This I beg.

Don't abandon me, my tourniquet.