Hey guys, it's me,

jeez, what am I doing? I've got other stuff to work on

ah well

behold my 100 theme challenge, featuring Yami Bakura and Kim,

these are just...writings, some may be canon, and Alternate Universe, some may not make sense, and some may be silly and depressing. As long as you know who Bakura is, I think you'll be fine in following this.

Also some chapters may be a spin off to Little Star or a deleted scene that I had once written and decided to evaluate. So I apologize if one chapter does not make sense.

Enjoy

~Memory~

They say that to move on your mind must forgive and forget in order to healthily move past traumas or experiences.

But sometimes, a memory is really the only thing keeping one tied to the past and not giving the heart any peace as it will not forget.

I know when we first met it wasn't the best introduction to one another, you sealed my soul into a figurine and threatened to kill me. Later you repeated your trick by putting me in Vampire Lord. A few weeks later you will sink a knife into my shoulder and leave a scar and keep your cold unfeeling hand pressed to my mouth so I can't scream, not that I could in the first place, my mind was too shocked to process the pain.

But now I shove aside the bad memories and focus on the good, what point is there in dwelling on the painful, hateful moments we had?

But where theres bad memories, good memories still remain in my head. Who knew you had it in you Bakura?

Your touch was never your own, your skin, the hands that would hold me steady, the brown eyes that stared at me with understanding, the white hair that I loved to run my fingers through, they weren't yours, they were borrowed of my best friend.

Though I do give you credit, your voice was your own, that harsh, cold, chilling voice, sometimes I still hear you in my dreams, I wish Ryou could immitate your voice much like you could immitate his, I wish I could hear it again.

Perhaps it is a good thing there's too many differences between you and Ryou, some things are just better to be in memory.

I don't have a picture of you, I don't have any keepsakes or proof that you were once in my life, well other than that now fading scar on my shoulder, and torn t-shirt that my mom wants me to throw away.

Again, you're all in my head, that cocky attitude, your arrogance, voice, touch, and promises that in the end you couldn't keep linger deep, and sometimes its all I want to think about. I'll shut down and just focus on that one evening, the only evening where you showed affection,

your thin fingers had gently slipped my glasses off and with such tenderness that I did not know you posessed you simply placed your cheek upon mine, letting me feel your cool skin against my heated, your skilled hands held my waist steady and for the first time I knew why we as humans crave a companion.

I felt so safe, so secure, and at peace as I held still and let you press me into your body, well, Ryou's body technically. But still, I remember the warmth you had to offer and I gladly accepted that bit of tenderness.

I still wonder if it's wrong that I enjoyed your touches as they were technically not yours.

But for now I push that away, it's no use dwelling on that problem anymore, all I want to feel is that warmth again,

I now regret not wrapping my arms around your waist like my instincts told me to.

I regret not giving my body to yours completely.

I hope that as I grow older and when memories start to leave, when my body begins to shut down due to old age, I hope that my memories of you will never fade nor disappear.

As much as I want to claim to my friends that I have moved on and you no longer influence me in my life I know that it will never be true.

Memories are all I have left of you, and I don't want to forget you, I want to cling to your memory, because while you may have had some negative impacts on me you also left some positive ones. I will live, but never push you away to the back of my brain.

My mind, and my heart will always be on you, Akefia Bakura. And I hope in my dying moments that my memory will take me back to that cold rainy night where your body heat warms mine as I fade from this life to join you in the next.

~DSSM