Hi everyone! Yes I'm alive...and breathing as well! I'm just trying out to get Ryou into the character everyone knows...not just the female that he looks like, but really isn't. The title's like that because, you can easily substitute Ryou's name for any character you feel needs this fic...even yourself, if you need to vent. And just to be simple, it's not one-sided, it's not two-sided, it's not even romantic. It's just Ryou, as he is. Ryou's point of view
Disclaimer: Yugioh, in plain English, doesn't belong to me. Okay? Okay.
Note: All opinions of Ryou are his and his alone, and personally, the statistics parts, I made them all up. Just like the opinions. They don't mean I think that way!
Last: Depressing. If you want happy fluffy sugar stories, not this one. )
Half the world's gone mad. And it's not even my opinion. I should know, I'm one of those halves. Don't stare at me like that; don't judge me as the aneroxic, the abused, the sadistic boy you see in school. I'm too thin, I'm too beautiful, I'm too imperfect--don't label me as such. I have a name, I am a person, named Bakura Ryou. I play Duel Monsters, and my mind is plagued by a darkness that used to be a Tomb Robber, 5,000 years ago.
Why're you looking at me like that? I told you half the world's mad.
Browsing the Internet's just a pack of lies, whenever I search it's always full of those fanfictions, and if it's not that, it's porn. Seriously, I'm beginning to think that adults are right--the Internet is just for porn. It's not true that I dress up in dresses, or femme clothing of any sort, let alone lingerie! I just happen to look female, why's everyone treating it like it's such a curse? Me, getting beat up because I'm gay? That's a laugh and a half right there.
I like to think of myself as just a loner. There's no girl for me, and there's no boy either. Don't get me started on Yami no Bakura, he calls me his Landlord, but he treats me like he's my Kami-sama! Oh Goddess...I need someone to lift me up. There's no angel in this damned Earth that can do anything about my life. My father constantly away, I'm an only child, add to the fact that my life's being screwed over by a sadistic Tomb Robber, I have friends who just aknowledge me when Yami no Bakura does something bad to their messed-up lives, or when they need tutoring on some subject...
My life has got to be the saddest one yet.
My sweater? That's just to cover up the scars, my dear. The scars that I inflicted; the scars Yami no Bakura scratched me with, marked me with...it's endless torture, you know. He hurts me, heals me up, then hurts me once more. An endless cycle of depression that's bound to turn into suicide.
Oh, I know it's the only option; someone must have placed me on this damned earth as a joke.
A.
Damned.
Joke.
But the problem is, Yami no Bakura doesn't will it so. I just live on and on, not really caring about anything anymore. Nobody really cares about me, a transfer student with weird hobbies, weird hair, and a seemingly nice, but still spacey personality. You've gotta wonder who conjured that up in my body.
Oh, it's almost time for dinner...the reason Yami no Bakura keeps me alive, he says, is that I keep him alive. He doesn't know how to cook, so he lets me live.
Life's just wonderful, isn't it?
It's careless and foolish to say I believe in hope. From birth, I realized there was no such thing.
Lift my hand, save my life...
Can't you see how I feel inside?
Aww...I wanna hug Ryou...anyway, R&R minna! ) Oh, and if anyone wants me to add separate chapters for Yugioh characters, I'll get them up if you want :3