Ohayou
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
It's hard to put down onto paper, what I like about Nisama. I mean hell, what's there not to like? Sadly, the question is only rhetorical to me and would give involuntary eye twitching to every other Joe Bloggs in Domino.
In all seriousness, I struggle to put the extent of my feelings towards Seto into words. I don't know why I love him so much, I just do. Maybe it's because we share the same blood and most genes. Maybe not. I don't identify with his biography and certainly don't share his personality. I almost wish that we weren't related.
Seto is misunderstood. Most people perceive him as the anti-hero, but he's really just sheep in wolf's clothing. Okay, he'd probably make a black sheep, rabid sheep even… but the point is, Nisama only publicizes how much of a bad-ass he is and then does these acts of random kindness when people are not paying attention. I think he likes it when people talk about how much of a conceited, condescending bastard Kaiba Seto is.
I hope that Seto can forgive himself someday, for all the destruction and brokenness. I wish he can find a way to cope without inflicting pain onto himself.
I don't want to think about how crazy Nisama can get when he thinks that I might be hurt, or how gently he handles me in the rare instances when I am hurt. That stuff just fucks with my intellectual faculties too much. I mean, I'm kinda exclusive to him, and that's okay. I'm the only family he has left. We are allowed to be close. Although it pisses me off when people see me as hostage-material and Seto, my knight with a horse and armor. They take one look at us and think this dynamic is the reason I love my brother.
I must've been a really good person in my past life for karma to lead me to Seto though. I'm thanking all my lucky stars.
For all his weird moods and icy exterior, Seto is the one who can make me the happiest. I feel that I can tell him everything, everything but how I feel about him– I want my feelings for him to never end.
Sometimes I imagine him locking his arms around my waist from behind to murmur good morning into my hair.
I bring a lit cigarette to my lips and draw.