Ryou lay on the floor, staring up at me with large, emotional puppy dog eyes. I returned his gaze by thrusting feelings of disgust and hate at him, and my heart nearly broke as he reverted his eyes. If I had one. I laughed manically at the inane thought, giving him a couple kicks in the back. I still couldn't believe I was doing this. But I started it. . . and I will finish the job as well. I wanted to get it over with it, too. . . but he wouldn't let me. . . "Haven't you learned anything yet?" I spat, getting more than frustrated at the fact he'd just cower, not build up resistance against the world. Ryou looked up for a moment at me and shook his head with large, pleading eyes. I braced myself inside and slapped him roughly. The feel of his skin. . . it was like silk. . . Sometimes I wonder upon myself, should I really go on with this? I really didn't want to. I snapped out of my trance and continued to shout at him. "#&! The world'll crush you in an instant, weakling!" There. I managed to be decent. At least I showed concern. . .
I gave him a final glare, then disappeared into the ring. I pondered upon this strange type of love. . . the first time he got the ring and I slapped him, I was blinded by all the anger I had for being in the ring. . . which really wasn't his fault. I seriously desired him. . . but I was determined to follow through with my goal. And with that, I can't let emotions get in the way. But some day, when I rule the world. . . I'll lie down with him and enjoy the warmth of his chest and the softness of his hair. If he'd accept me. I could never please him. . . he's such an innocent creature. . . and me? I admit it. I'm a cold, cruel bastard.
And as long as I know he could never forgive me, I won't attempt to entice him.
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There is no love as a half. And as long as only I have a bond. . . it wouldn't quite qualify as an attraction. After all, he probably thinks of me as a #$#$&$# $#$$ #&$#&$#$&&#$. Even if I convince him to fake it, or tell him I love him and he would go along with it, it'd be worse when he breaks up with me. The longer he pretends, the more I'd be under his spell. . . and when he finally breaks it up, I'd be hurt more than if I never told him.
Yet I don't know if I can hurt him anymore.
Every time he whimpers. . . every time he sniffles. . . every time he sobs in his dreams, of who-knows-what, I'd feel a pain deep down. . . that I've always been able to hide before. What makes now different than before? Is this a telling of what is to happen?
Or maybe it's because he's just so nice to me I. . .! I still remember that time when I was sick.
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I coughed violently, curling up in my soul room. I hate to admit. . . I hate my soul room. It's so dark and cold. . . and so bare! My whole body was sore, and my head was burning.
A small ray of light entered. "Yami?" a small voice called, Ryou's fluffy white hair bouncing into the room. I blinked, clearing my eyes and watching his eyes survey me, filled with worry.
"Go away," I grumbled. "I'm feeling a little put out to deal with you now." I'm not going to show him weakness. I'd never get results, then. While my mind was shouting that I was annoyed, my heart was informing me that this was just soothing and calming. . .
Suddenly, he ran off into his soul room. He might as well. I sighed and curled up tighter, wishing my soul room was warmer. Suddenly, a thing fell on top of me, and I felt a lot better. I opened my eyes a bit to see Ryou looking down at me, grinning like an idiot, smoothing out my hair. When he caught sight of my eyes staring at him, he blushed and got in, wrapping his arms around my chilled body. It was just so relaxing there. . . I was content to gather up all the heat he had to offer. . . and release my rampaging emotions.
- This section has been bastardized by FF.N. Thank you. -I looked out to see what he was doing. Visiting his mother's grave? Again? I felt a pang of guilt. I had destroyed so many he loved or had depended on. . . his father. . . the pharaoh's brat. . . as well as others. . . I seriously felt like apologizing. . .
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"NO!" I told myself. I'm not going to fall for him. Not only because he has a lesson to learn. . . but also because I swore to myself never to love again.
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The crimson-eyed king smirked at me, the dark magician's vessel straight up in front of him. It was the last shadow game I had between he and I, the final one where I felt the meaning of heartbreak. "Any final words?" he sneered.
I stood motionless, the betraying change of heart doing a small dance in the air. "I loveD you," I whispered, emphasizing the d. I loved him. . . but not any more.
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And that was one of the reasons I claimed the puzzle. So I would feel the ancient pharaoh's companionship so even if I wouldn't earn his heart, I would steal it and keep it with me, even if it protested.
So, you see, I've got to say. . .
My heart thumped as I saw Ryou approaching the willow tree. This would be the perfect time to tell him that I. . .
- This section has been bastardized by FF.N. Thank you. -"No, you can't," my mind protested, "he'll turn you down!"
"No, don't listen," my heart pleaded, "you know you want him!"
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No, it can't be. . . he's taking out the letter opener that he used to open the package of flowers I sent him. The flowers were all white roses, ones I picked myself. I hoped he'd guess it was from me. . . but he didn't.
Now he poked himself lightly with the blade of the letter opener. . . had I really gone this far- too far?
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I felt the final thrust of the blade, and the cry the echoed through the whole mind. I quickly appeared next to his fallen form. So innocent. . . I looked at the willow tree, remembering the day I held him. And now. . . He opened his eyes one last, pleading time, and sent all his feelings straight into my heart.
All of them screaming, "I love you!"
I softened my harsh glare and whispered, "I love you, too." And then he was gone. A light sprinkle of snow fell on my light's fallen form, and a light blanket of white surrounded him. He looked truly angelic.
I felt a tug back into the cold depths of the Millennium Ring, the object that first deceived me into wasting my days with my tenshi. . .
Yami Amythest: sniffle
R Amythest: now how many times have I made Ryou die? Hmm. . . this is the second time in one shots. . . I made him die 4 times in my poems. . .
Yami Amythest: you torture your favorite bishie, that's your business. But don't let Yami Bakura like MY Yami-man!
R Amythest: sweatdrop dramatic drum roll. Next chapter is the same thing in Ryou's POV, then the last one. . . you'll find out.