My Beloved
by BridgitKiido
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh GX belongs to Kazuki Takahashi. I'm not him.
Timeline Notes: If you don't know what happened in season 2 and want to avoid spoilers, you probably shouldn't be reading the majority of what I write anyway.
From the very first time you touched me, wrapped me around you, pulled your arms through my sleeves, I could tell, you were the one for whom I was created.
I know, I know, it seems impossible for that to actually happen these days. After all, like most other coats, I was made in a factory, by a cold, heartless machine. We aren't tailor-made to the exact directions of the noble customer anymore. But the way I fit just right around you, not so tight that I'm stretched uncomfortably but not so loose that I hang droopingly, and the way my humble fabric matches your glorious hair and your magnificent eyes… I'm sure of it. I was made because you exist, so that I could be yours!
Since the day we met, we've done everything together. When we were still in the North, I made sure that you never suffered from the cold. When we went South, I made sure you would never become too warm due to my design. We've won duels together; we've lost duels together. You've worn me to your classes, to the beach, into caves, even into outer space! I mean, what other coat can say that she's been inside of a magical planet in outer space? Only astronauts' space suits ever even get close. We completed each other.
So why… Why did you abandon me? I've never, ever done anything to wrong you in any way, so why?
That night in the forest, when you dueled that strange man and lost. I know losing hurts you, but after you lost, you started acting strangely, and then you took me off and tossed me aside. And what's worse, you replaced me with that… that…
That monstrosity! That hideous, disgusting, white atrocity of a coat! Why did you choose her over me? She isn't meant for you, like I am. Her fabric drains all of the color from your skin, until the only thing keeping you from being made of plaster is your hair, and she even manages to mute its magnificence. She doesn't care about you, like I do. All white coats like her care about are their own purity and staying "immaculately" white, to the point where you have to bleach them after anything even touches them or they show off their stains like badges of dishonor and scream "my human doesn't take care of me oh I'm so sad".
I've never cared about stains, and I never will. All I want is for you to take me back, to wear me again, to care about me again. Ever since you left with… with that white thing, I've waited here, day and night, waiting, hoping that you will return for me.
Your friend, from next door, is bringing me outside with him today. I don't know why –
Is that you? But of course, you're wearing her. I'll just hang here where your friend put me, atop this stone, while you two duel. It's uncomfortable, but at least he let me hang here, unlike you, when you tossed me aside without thinking, without caring…
Is that your hand? I'd know your hands anywhere. And that's your arm, that you're pulling through my sleeve. That white coat is nowhere to be found – it's just you and me. Are you really taking me back?
You're really taking me back! Oh thank you, thank you so much! I've missed you so much, you have no idea how much I've missed you, my beloved!
I forgive you, for everything. We'll always be together. I'll always be only yours, Manjoume-sama. Always.
Author's Notes: …I blame TVTropes, because I don't know what else to blame for this. Also, if I've completely failed at first person point of view, I apologize.