Do you remember that strange day last winter? The weather hit 30 degrees outside, baffling people, and we went to the beach? It was when you thought that you could take him from me that I had to do something. You had been back for several months now, and he couldn't be happier.

We were sat on the benches, an ice-cream in our hands and laughing, and you put your arm around him. And he looked at you weirdly for a moment then did the same to you with a smile...and then you kissed him. He barely noticed I was even there, and the same went for you. I became the third wheel at that very second.

That's why in the night, I came for you. You two had obviously had sex. It could have been the first time, maybe you'd done it before, but it was most certainly your last...the room smelt of sweat and was hot with your breaths, and the windows were fogged so that I couldn't see out of them, nor the shape of the moon. The idea was confirmed by the used condoms and lotion by your bedside. I looked at your bodies entwined, brushed my hair behind my ear and pulled out my grandfather's old knife and plunged it into your neck.

I didn't realize that the one I loved had woken up.

He looked at me in the dark and whispered my name in disbelief, at the same time trying to revive you even though you were doomed. And I knew I had to kill him too.

Even though I loved him, I killed him too. When his body his the mattress next to your long-lifeless one, I smiled a little as he breathed his last, asking me why before dying in front of me, and I pressed my lips to his still warm ones. I tasted blood, but I could taste him underneath the metallic tang.

Tea was the one who found you the next morning. His grandfather was still out in Egypt on a dig, and you had been the one looking after him. It made sense...you lived in the same house. She called everyone including me, and I faked shock and sorrow at your deaths, even though behind closed doors I smiled knowingly.

I shed tears at your funeral, but they were never for you. They were all for him.

Getting caught was worth it. The few hairs that fell from my head that incriminated me were the source of my arrest. It was worth the court cases, the imprisonment, the institution I now reside in until my death under a fake name, even my grandfather disowning me and moving away before dying prematurely of a heart attack. They say that I'm not right in the head, that I'm crazy. But I've never been more sane. Don't you see? My ideas were perfect.

He would never grow old, he would never leave me, he would never cheat...and he would never change.

In the end, Pharaoh, your Yugi was always mine, even if the name on his lips was yours...not Rebecca.

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HTYT: Hehehe...bet that got ya.
Yami: *Jaw extended to the floor* WHAT THE FU-
Yugi: Holy crap.
HTYT: This was inspired by Liz from The Hole. It's a film with Thora Birch and Keira Knightley. It was one of the lines that really hit hard at how obsession can really affect people.
Rebecca: WHAT THE HELL?! I'M NOT CRAZY!
Yami: *smirk* Oh I beg to differ.
Rebecca: Fuck off, Pharaoh.
HTYT: Hehe...hope you people out there enjoyed this little oneshot!