Author's Note: Just trying to get back into the swing of things with a writing prompt I found on dA. Take a pairing or universe, in my case yugioh, and turn your itunes on shuffle and write for the length of the songs that come up. I got these five before my computer decided to spit my African traditional music in my face. XD IF you leave nice reviews I might expand these into one-shots.
I can't get started -Jaime Cullum
I kept watching him. Everywhere I went it seemed like he was there, talking with his friends or sweeping the front steps of his grandfather's store. But every time I spoke to him, it was like I was just another person, just another face he knew. And I couldn't stand it.
I can't put into words what he meant to me. He was my world and he just didn't see. He was all eyes for that beautiful Tea girl. She was all sunshine and chipper laughter, but she was just as blind towards him as he was to me. He would always come to me to complain about hoe she was ignoring him and I wanted to scream at him. What about me? I love you!
Get it like you like it-Ben Harper
Yami smiled indulgently at his small lover. He was bubbling with badly suppressed excitement. They were going on their first real date and Yugi had no idea where they were going. Yami, having planned the whole thing with the help of a few over-energetic helpers, knew that they were headed to a small corner restaurant that Yugi had been desperate to try, but had been tight-lipped all night. The look Yugi gave him was worth all the pestering and Yami couldn't wait.
You've really got a hold on me-Smokey Robinson
Ryu stared forlornly at a white wall. Bakura was in the other room, lost in a drug and alcohol induced glaze. A bruise was beginning to make itself known on his face, and the swelling was mildly painful. Why do I stay with him? Ryu wondered for the umpteenth time. He's sweet when you catch him in the right mood, I suppose, and I love that Bakura. But I hate the one who hits me and calls me a useless whore. But I love him. And I can't leave.
Scar Tissue-Red Hot Chili Peppers
He doesn't really know me. But that's ok, I suppose. I don't really know myself, so it's a pretty moot point anyway. But I still hate the distance between us. He was so carefree before he met me, and I feel badly for taking that away from him. He has no idea how scarred I am and I plan to keep it that way.
::Yami? Is everything alright? You're brooding.::
::Don't worry about it, aibou. I was just thinking, that's all.::
He doesn't believe it, but that's ok. He'll never guess the truth.
Insane Asylum
They told him that that there was something wrong with Yami. That he needed all this care. When Yami laid eyes on him, Yugi saw all the tears and went to him, and felt his heart break when Yami flinched away.
"If you can't love me, just leave me here," he said in a broken sob. "I can't eat and I can't sleep. Please take me for your slave. Some people have it halfway fair, but without your love--" At this, the choked sob that Yugi heard just broke him in two. "Can you forgive me?" Yami's touch was all Yugi needed.