Title: The Colour Right
Author: BMB
Rating: G
Summery: Sometimes, perfection isn't enough. Sometimes, it isn't even real. One-shot.
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He sits and he laughs at his father's jokes and he thinks that they are a perfect family. He stores the memory of sitting and laughing safely away, to remember. Remembering is so important.
His father goes to work and comes home and asks how his day has been. He doesn't go away without his family.
His mother cooks and cleans and tells him how smart and handsome he is. She's just down at the shops.
His little sister runs around and leaves her toys in random places and adores him without reason. She's just at a play date at a friend's house.
His big brother stands up for him and lets him borrow his music and helps with homework. He doesn't hurt anyone, and had never wanted to.
If only.
If only his father wasn't always away.
If only his mother and little sister were still alive.
If only Bakura was kind and nice and good.
But it's not like that.
So he remembers that his father is going away again tomorrow, and hasn't even asked about how he is yet, and that his mother and sister are dead, and that Bakura isn't his brother, that he's a spirit that likes knives and torture and killing. He remembers that his friends aren't actually friendly, and that there was a time when he had a real, perfect family.
But he remembers feeling as though it was perfect, just for a moment, even though it's already flawed by the knowledge that it's not.
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