Hey all. This is my first fic, and I am so scared it isn't even funny. Yeah.

This is a Tea/Bakura one-shotter, one sided of course. Poor friendship girl, she always gets the load of shit.

Flames will be publicly humiliated. I have no sense of shame.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Gi Oh. If I did, Malik's dub voice would not sound like he is constipated.

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It's weird, how much I care about you.

Everyone thinks I love Yami. I can't help but laugh at the thought.

Why would I love him?

Instead, I had to fall for you.

It would probably be easier, if I loved Yami. He wouldn't laugh in my face, were I to confess loving him.

You however...

He might even return the feelings.

I don't even know if you feel.

Don't I sound odd? Not like the usual me. If anyone were to read this, they would gasp in shock. 'Oh no', they would say, 'Tea sounds like she can talk about something other than friendship!'

Yeah, I have a brain. You would probably disagree with me though.

In fact, were I to go up to you and say "I love you Bakura.", you would kill me.

And you wouldn't feel any remorse.

I don't know why I even fell in love with you.

I guess I can say it started when I first saw you.

Yep, when I first saw you. It wasn't love at first sight or anything. I don't believe in that crap.

I was, intrigued. You confused me. You still do. Bakura, you act all evil, when I know that you aren't.

Even though it wouldn't bug you to kill me out of cold blood, I know you aren't evil.

The more I thought about you, and saw how you acted, the more intrigued I became. Then the curiosity turned into a slight affection, then to love.

I probably sound like a total moron.

Love does that to people.

I would be so better off if I didn't love you.

I would probably have a longer life expectancy, for one.

I wouldn't lay awake at night, just thinking about you.

I wouldn't cry as much as I do.

Crying. You would probably say that is a weakness.

Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. Or maybe it is somewhere in-between.

I cry a lot. I can't help it. It... just... happens. I hate crying. I feel so, silly when I cry.

But I still cry all the time.

I can't lie to save my life, you know that?

Your whole life depended on lying, yet I can't even fake being sick.

I am nothing like you.

Bakura, Bakura, Bakura.

What makes you so angry? Why do you have that eternal frown on your face?

Why do I have to love you?

Why, damnit? Why why why why why?

It's not fair.

The sad thing is, I would give up everything if you were only to look me in the eye and say, "Tea, I love you."

Hmm. If wishes were fishes.

I can't believe I am writing to you. Hell, I can't even believe that this is me writing.

I sound so disjointed and confused.

Maybe that is how I really am. Maybe, I am not what everyone thinks. Then what would I be?

I know what I am based on what my friends tell me.

But, I don't sound like the caring, quiet, kind, friendship oriented girl that they say I am.

Why should I be what they say?

Bakura, why do you hate the world?

I think that I may know why you hate Yami so much. You can remember the past, can't you?

So, what did the pharaoh do to you, all those millennia ago?

What punishment did he exact on you? How did your soul even end up trapped in a Millennium Item?

If you hadn't been trapped in the Ring, I wouldn't have known you. I wouldn't have fallen in love with you. I wouldn't agonize over you. I wouldn't even be writing this goddamned letter.

But you were trapped in the Ring.

So all that stuff happened. And it can't be changed.

I talked to Ryou about you a few days ago.

He told me that you were kind, under your rough interior.

He said that Yami punished you unfairly, back then.

He also said you were a slave. A Hebrew slave.

So you probably helped make the pyramids. They were ancient before Ancient Rome.

Tutankhamun looked at them thousands of years after their construction.

They will be there after I die.

Just like you. You can't die, can you?

Is it hard, Bakura? Knowing that you will live forever.

Or at least exist?

Would it be that much, to give me a little bit of that eternity with you?

It probably is.

It would be a waste of time.

It would never happen anyway.

But, even if you destroy the world, and me with it, I will love you.

Love is blind, deaf, dumb, mute, and has no gender, race, or anything else.

I wish I was blind, deaf, dumb, and mute.

It would be easier.

Sophocles once said that 'One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.'

What was he on?

Loving you makes my life a living hell.

But I love you any way.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

They say the important thing is to love than to be loved.

But why does it hurt so much?

I can't blame you for the pain I feel.

Only myself.

But you wouldn't care. Not at all.
Bakura, you will probably taunt me when you receive this letter,

Or maybe you will burn this letter before reading. Or something else.

Oh, the many things you could do with this letter.

I just hope that you read this, and at least try to understand.

I know you don't care. I understand that. I have accepted that, no matter how painful the realization is.

I will love you forever.

Tea.
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Bakura stared down at the letter in his hands in disbelief.

And several miles away, a auburn haired girl cried again.

Bakura walked out of the house, in the direction of the auburn haired girl...
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