Late Hate, Tender Forever
Summary: Heartbroken in the past by a girl named Enama, who was friends with his host at the time, Ryo, Yami Bakura explains how he alone caused the death of Enama's reincarnation and present-day Ryou's sister, Amane.
Characters: Yami Bakura, Ryou Bakura, Amane Bakura
Genres: Hurt/Comfort, Tradgety, & Romance
Rating: T, to be safe
This AN, and all the others, will be short. All I am saying in this one is that I had another awesome idea. And despite all of my already in-progress stories, here is another one I feel I must start. I feel like any explanation or lengthy ANs will kill the mood of the story.
Lateshipping (Amane Bakura X Yami Bakura) and tendershipping (Ryou Bakura X Yami Bakura).
Physical character traits are based off of those from Season 0 (AKA the first series anime).
Edit from 8/20/13: I have decided to make this fanfic have parts. Part 1 begins here. I also edited the summary. No changes were made to the actual chapter content itself.
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, Season Zero or otherwise, or any of its characters.
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PART ONE
THE TRAGEDY
"I am sorry, my love. But it is over for us. It just has to be."
I watched her walk away from me. I still knelt on the ground and clutched my chest with one hand, the pendant around my neck with the other, and sobbed.
How could she do that to me?! And when I had finally remembered how to feel. I couldn't believe she would just do that when she knew how I felt about her...about life...about the rest of the world...about this land that I was a stranger to at the same time as being at home in it. I couldn't believe it.
I had learned to love and feel again, and she had taken it all away, torn it from me and made me suffer. And it might have been all because of the soul I share a body with. My other half. Her friend, whose hair was the exact same shade of white as hers and my own.
Ryo. My hikari.
His friend, who I had fallen in love with, had just crushed the heart I had forgotten I'd had.
Seeing as I had been chasing down the Pharaoh all these millennia and harboring a grudge against him, I knew for a fact that I was the type of person to never let an incident go. I knew at that moment, as she walked away, that despite whatever my head told me was the most reasonable thing to do and not to do, my heart was too powerful to care about obeying it, and would always win in a battle with it.
I was actually quite relieved that she was leaving after hurting me so much. Because if she stayed near me, and if I saw her again, I am positive that my heart would take over my reason and what little compassion she had made me experience would be destroyed in my extreme hurt and hatred which would start forming within at that moment. If I were to see her again, the contrast between the happiness I had been able to experience with her and the sadness and despair I felt then would be made evident in my actions to kill her the next time I saw her.
So I was glad that she was leaving after that. Because I knew that there was no way she would come back to me and there is no way I would forgive her and the darkness in my heart would compel me to lash out at her. Violently. I would probably even not bother to torture her soul and just go straight for her body.
This darkness and contrast between my positive emotions and my negative emotions is what makes me so inhuman. And it was what she helped me control. Now that she was gone... She hurt me more than just breaking my heart, she hurt me by taking away the only means of emotional control that I had. She did more than just emotionally destroy me. She opened me up to the positive emotions I had been unable to and didn't let myself feel for so long. Once I was open to those emotions, I was also susceptible to the negative ones. Then she gave me a taste of those bad ones. The ones that eat at people's hearts and traumatized them and dominate their thoughts. The ones that hurt. The ones that can madden people. The ones that I had cast aside to keep them from distracting me on my quest. The ones that had almost destroyed me when the reason for my revenge happened.
The harsh truth was: that if I ever saw her again, which I was so sure that I wouldn't, I would kill her.
As for my current host, Ryo? Well let's just say that only Ra can remember what I was thinking about him at the time. Even I didn't know.
But were I to ever, in any of my lifetimes and through any of my future hosts, see a face like Enama's again, I would certainly kill the owner of the face, whether my reason fought it or not.
And reason certainly wasn't in control of me when I saw Amane.
How was that?
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