Just a little (and I mean little) one-shot to get back in gear. I've bee at art precollege for a month so I never got to write.
Mystery pairing… well Someone/Seto
Seto is bitter. Too bad I don't own him.
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"Don't you grow tired of that mask? Of having people think you're someone you're not?" He wanted an answer so badly that it was hard hiding the desperate tones in his voice.
"No. Not really." The reply was cold and the hand that rested on his should was shrugged off. "If you think this is a façade you're mistaken. It might have been a shell once, but now I assure you it's quite real."
"You… you can't mean that…" He thought his heart was breaking.
"I am the frigid bitch that you see today. Why bother hiding it with niceties?"
"Because I know that you're kind deep down, I've seen you with Mokuba… I… know about you. And once… didn't you tell me that you wanted to be protected for a change?"
"No!" He was angry now, snarling. "I never said that to you! Never to you! Why should I love? Why should I care? Why should I open my heart up again when I know I'll just be hurt? Why should I want to be protected when the only person I ever wanted to protect me is gone? He's gone. Forever. And my heart is gone with him."
"But-"
"I'm sorry if you think any feelings I felt for your yami carry over to you because they don't. I hated the fact that you shared a body with him!" He shouted. Anger he had suppressed finally bubbling over. "To know that there was always an eavesdropper, someone learning things about me that I only wanted him to know… to… to know… that there was always someone there for our most intimate moments…" he shuddered, voice growing soft again, "was almost unbearable. I wished that you were the one who could be locked away forever, instead of him. I hated you for it. And I still hate you now," he took up his usual chilly business tone. "After all, it's your fault he's gone."
"Oh… oh," No words could describe what he was feeling; it was like all emotion had been sucked out of him.
"I'm sorry if I'm being rude. But you desperately needed a reality check. I don't love you. I never will. In fact, I hate you very much. And I'd prefer if you never talked to me again. Goodbye."
The boy he loved left.
And he felt so empty. Alone.
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I had a certain Yami/Hikari set in mind… but you can think of your own if you want to…
-Nyako-chan (Who hopes she has more time to write… but she has to work on her portfolio,,,)