Acoustic #3
Seto Kaiba ponders Ryou's love of the Ring
Stockholm Syndrome. It's the only way I can describe the situation. For years you've been prisoner to a maniac and somehow, in the heat of all your hate and fear, you've found yourself in love with that bastard who calls your body and mind home. He enchants you with beautiful lies and hateful love. Would you even be able to call it love? He tears you down and feasts on your screams. You run to him and are relieved in his violent attention. His lips are the sweetest poison and you yearn for more. Not once do you even consider his monstrous soul as a threat, but your most valued possession (when, in reality, it is he who possesses you).
With all my might, I've reached for you. You simply stare at me in confusion and turn away as though I were a mere shadow. All my genius (and the promise of something better) can't reach you in the way his anger does. You're falling into his trap and I can't save you. In the short time I've known you, you saved me from my isolation and coldness and I can't seem to do the same for you.
You don't think I can see what he does to you and you don't believe I can see those bruises he leaves. You argue with me. I scream to you, pouring my soul into saving you from a painful defeat. I scream and scream until you become tired and walk away again.
What's the point in all this screaming? You're not listening anyway.