Disclaimer:- I don't own you-gi-oh, so please don't hurt me lol
This is my very first fan-fiction so helpful review would be greatly appreciated
THOUGHTS ARE IN ITALICS
Something wasn't right, something has been wrong for a while yet no-one but me has noticed it,
The saddest that hides behind his eye yet there is a big smile that graces his lips and the laughter that he fakes in his voice, when he speaks to his friends.
Has they not noticed the way his smile doesn't reach his eyes or the way he is covering up his forearms with arm sleeves or leather cuffs?
Or how way he looks down at his arms with shame and regret!
Have you done what I think you have?
Has what ever is plaguing you reached that point?
Why hasn't anyone noticed?
Why have I noticed?
I look over at his friends and wonder how he has hidden the pain and sorrow from them for so long,
I single out one of his friend 'the one' who is meant to know him heart, body and soul, yet he acts like oblivious.
Are you that good at hiding things that you even hide it from him?
I watch him out the corner of my eye as we all sit down for the lesson, I watch as he runs his fingers over the arm sleeve he is wearing today.
I watch as the shame and regret return in his eyes, hidden from his friends who sit behind him passing messages back and forth
Why do I care for him?
As the lesson continues I notice that the way his mask slips and something I have not seen on him before cross his face
Why have you given up?
You can't
Its not something you of all people should be doing
As the bell ring I watch as the mask quickly re-appears,
Your friend leave quickly leaving you in the room, the sign that escapes your lips sounds heartbreaking
I walk over to your desk, you look up at me with a confused look
Why am I doing this?
Why do I care for him?
Why have I been the only one who has noticed?
I grab his arm pulling down the arm sleeve, revealing the scar and cuts
"How long yugi?"
"Why do you care Bakura?"