Hey peoples. Here is just a little twoshot with letters based on some songs I happened to be listening to on the train .3. There might be more than the letters though... not sure yet.
Disclaimer: Don't own, just borrowing for my own sick needs.
Marik-
If you're reading this, that means I've lost to that damned Pharaoh and my soul has been shattered. If that's the case, then it really was a long time coming. I always knew that I would lose to him. Because I'm cursed to lose, always lose everything no matter what I do. But it doesn't matter... I've accepted that by now. I have no choice. I never have.
Do you remember asking me why I was doing this? Why I was fighting so hard for those damned Items?
I told you it was because I was a thief, and because the Items were the ultimate prize.
I lied.
The truth is... those Items were created from the blood and souls of my village... my family.
I was only ten when the soldiers came that night. They killed everyone - my parents, my little brother, who was barely three, my aunts, uncles, everyone- except me. My father made me hide while he went back for my mother and brother... and the next time I saw him he was being thrown into a giant cauldron and boiled alive...
Everything I had ever known - my family, my home... it was lost to me that night. And I was forced to become a thief to survive.
I'm not telling you this because I want pity... I'm telling you this so the truth isn't lost when I'm gone. And... because you're one of the few people I trust enough to tell it too.
I'm so filled with bitterness now... my bitterness and anger is all that kept me going for so long... but even that's running dry. I'm so tired Marik... so tired of fighting a war I'll never win, so tired of being controlled... It just doesn't seem worth it sometimes.
The only time I felt like there was something there was worth holding on for was that one night with you. You may have thought that I was just using you, but... I needed you that night Marik. Needed your touch to stop me from going insane. And then... you lost your body and we were banished. I was so angry... and at that point I was more Zork than myself and I can't even remember what was said. But I'm sure you hate me for it... And all I have to say is that I know you should be angry, and I know that I'm lucky if you're even still reading this damned thing. But...
Marik, I want you to remember me at least. Even if you hate me, remember me so all I've done won't be forgotten. Remember that I used to be a little boy, surrounded by friends and family until it was all torn away from him. Remember that I used to be a mere petty thief, fighting to survive everday and wondering why he was still trying. And remember that I'm just a mere pawn in a bigger game, who had nearly no free will in the end, and who only just found a reason to go on long after it was needed and who never had the chance to be what he wanted.
Marik... if by some miracle my soul isn't devoured by Ammut and I'm let into the Fields, I'll wait for you if you still want me. I'll always wait...
I... I think I might love you, you know.
Goodbye.
Bakura.