Mirror
Anthy: Woot! Angsty Yami POV ficcy!!!
Anshi: always a good idea.
Anthy: We know I do it all so well.
Anshi: Yes...we know.
Anthy: And here's a first...a Yami POV fic.
Anshi: Very different.
Anthy: I own nothing.
Anshi: Not even her sanity.
Anthy: I have relinquished control of my sanity.
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Mirror
The "Perfect" Me
Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time
I had taken off the mask for today, hidden away the "perfect" image of myself for the moment. Fooling the world was easy enough, but fooling myself was impossible. The blood on the walls of my mind would never wash off. I would be stained in the blood-marks of my past for all eternity.
I would never really be "perfect".
Perfection was an illusion. It had to be. There was no way that I could be perfect. I had heard that many times before by countless people whispering behind my back. I never believed them, until my own imperfection had surfaced and I realized that I had been only fooling myself. No one realizes that I am no longer "perfect". They are fooled by my lies.
My only salvation is my reflection. The mirror that hangs on the wall is my own escape. My reflection is the "perfect me". I sit there, staring at the "other me", until I convince myself that there is another world beyond the mirror. I convince myself that it is better there, and I reach out to it.
But my hand always hits the glass.
And I think that if I had only waited one more minute...
My reflection seems to taunt me, to keep me from the happiness and the missing emotions inside of me. It stares back at me, and I swear that it smiles at me. Well...it grins. It is not a smile as much as it is a grin. It is there to torment me.
"Yami?"
Ah yes...time to place the mask on once more, the stage is eternally set and the actors are much more than that.
"Yes?"
"Are you coming? Anthy set up the DVD and we're all waiting for you."
"I'll be down in a moment."
Ah yes...the movie. Anthy.
She was different. I had loved her, known her intimately. We were once lovers. But my imperfections tore us apart. She made it known that I was killing her inside. She wanted out, but I didn't want to let her go. She had once been my salvation.
But Anthy was stronger, more powerful, and more "perfect" than I could ever hope to be.
I slowly made my way downstairs and took my place on the end of the couch, with Anthy, Yugi and Jonouchi on my left. They all were fools, deceived by my mask. I was now playing the role of "perfect". I was an actor again, and the play was continuing. The plot was thickening and the blood was soon to fall.
The force and the unexpected-ness of that movie hit me like a train. I could tell that Anthy had picked it, the emotions were there, and they were mirroring me. The movie was mocking me, it had to be. She was mocking me.
How much does she know? I thought to myself.
More than you would like. A strange voice answered back.
If she knew, then it would only be a matter of time before she exposed me.
I had to get her first.
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Anthy: Next chappy to come!!
Anshi: Review!
Anthy: Woot! Angsty Yami POV ficcy!!!
Anshi: always a good idea.
Anthy: We know I do it all so well.
Anshi: Yes...we know.
Anthy: And here's a first...a Yami POV fic.
Anshi: Very different.
Anthy: I own nothing.
Anshi: Not even her sanity.
Anthy: I have relinquished control of my sanity.
08946132980564985666908274098574
Mirror
The "Perfect" Me
Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time
I had taken off the mask for today, hidden away the "perfect" image of myself for the moment. Fooling the world was easy enough, but fooling myself was impossible. The blood on the walls of my mind would never wash off. I would be stained in the blood-marks of my past for all eternity.
I would never really be "perfect".
Perfection was an illusion. It had to be. There was no way that I could be perfect. I had heard that many times before by countless people whispering behind my back. I never believed them, until my own imperfection had surfaced and I realized that I had been only fooling myself. No one realizes that I am no longer "perfect". They are fooled by my lies.
My only salvation is my reflection. The mirror that hangs on the wall is my own escape. My reflection is the "perfect me". I sit there, staring at the "other me", until I convince myself that there is another world beyond the mirror. I convince myself that it is better there, and I reach out to it.
But my hand always hits the glass.
And I think that if I had only waited one more minute...
My reflection seems to taunt me, to keep me from the happiness and the missing emotions inside of me. It stares back at me, and I swear that it smiles at me. Well...it grins. It is not a smile as much as it is a grin. It is there to torment me.
"Yami?"
Ah yes...time to place the mask on once more, the stage is eternally set and the actors are much more than that.
"Yes?"
"Are you coming? Anthy set up the DVD and we're all waiting for you."
"I'll be down in a moment."
Ah yes...the movie. Anthy.
She was different. I had loved her, known her intimately. We were once lovers. But my imperfections tore us apart. She made it known that I was killing her inside. She wanted out, but I didn't want to let her go. She had once been my salvation.
But Anthy was stronger, more powerful, and more "perfect" than I could ever hope to be.
I slowly made my way downstairs and took my place on the end of the couch, with Anthy, Yugi and Jonouchi on my left. They all were fools, deceived by my mask. I was now playing the role of "perfect". I was an actor again, and the play was continuing. The plot was thickening and the blood was soon to fall.
The force and the unexpected-ness of that movie hit me like a train. I could tell that Anthy had picked it, the emotions were there, and they were mirroring me. The movie was mocking me, it had to be. She was mocking me.
How much does she know? I thought to myself.
More than you would like. A strange voice answered back.
If she knew, then it would only be a matter of time before she exposed me.
I had to get her first.
094875093846150834631470982476668383838329
Anthy: Next chappy to come!!
Anshi: Review!