A Letter To My Father

Pairing: Thiefshipping

Rating: K

Warnings: [Warnings would spoil this so I censored them ^^]

Disclaimer: Do I look like some middle aged Japanese man? No…

Dear father,

I promised to be a good child. To live a good life, always be dutiful, marry a beautiful woman and have many children.

I always did as you told and acted the way you wanted me to. The perfect son to show your business partners. They all loved me. And you as well. More than one of them wanted their daughter to be my future wife. You often said yes; I never agreed.

I soon found out that I wasn't interested in girls. Whenever you'd introduce me to some millionaires daughter, my eyes were always on her brother. Strong biceps and hard chests are more appealing than big boobs and round hips.

In the beginning I tried to ignore my carvings. You wanted me straight, so being your good boy I forced myself to focus on womanly curves.

First it seemed to work just fine. I still wasn't too fond of the girls you wanted me to date, but I put up with it.

But then I met him. The epitome of perfection. The manliness in person. Long white hair and breathtaking russet orbs. Bakura Amane's brother Touzoku.

At New Year's party you introduced me to Bakura-sans daughter and there our eyes met. I couldn't concentrate on what either Amane or her father said, my attention being only on him.

Later that evening he took my virginity.

I never thought I would see him again, but I did. About seven months ago our paths crossed on a shopping trip. I wanted to update my wardrobe, he was fleeing from his sugar high twin brother Ryou. And coincidentally he chose the changing cabin in which I was trying on some shirts as his hiding place.

I ended up shoved flat against the wall, his tongue down my throat and his hands in my pants.

It was actually quite fun being taken in a changing room. The thrill, the possibility of being caught. I loved it.

After that encounter we exchanged phone numbers and, really, the next day he called. And the day after and the day after and the day after. Days turned into weeks turned into months and our initial one-night-stand turned two-night-stand turned more-night-stand became something serious.

Kisses became meaningful and more important than sex. Hugs were a daily occurrence.

We talked a lot. About life, about our families and about our relationship. And two months ago he said the 'Three Words'.

It was pretty spontaneous and not really romantic, but we both aren't particularly romantic persons so that was okay. We were on one of our secret dates, watched some stupid horror movie and threw popcorn at random people when suddenly he said: 'I love you Malik, you know.'

To say I was happy would be an understatement.

I responded with a shy 'I love you too…' and a chaste kiss on his lips.

I would have continued on like this, would have never written this letter, if things hadn't changed drastically fifteen days ago:

Touzoku and I were walking hand in hand through a park on Kyoto where nobody knew us when he, without a warning, stopped in his tracks, kneeled in front of me and proposed. How could I have said no? It was like a dream come true, only that I never dreamed of it.

We planned it thoroughly, researched in which countries homosexual marriage is allowed, found a job and a place to stay at, booked a flight and planned the wedding.

By the time you are reading this, we are already gone, so don't bother trying to stop me. We are both off age already, so you have no say in this anyway.

I'm sorry to disappoint you father; I really tried hard to be your perfect son, but I am not what you want me to be. Never will be. I just wanted you to know the reason why you found my bed empty this morning.

I sincerely hope you'll understand and support me one day. You will always have a place in my heart, father. And my siblings as well. Tell Mariku, Rishido and Ishizu I love them And that I will miss them.

Yours faithfully,

Malik

Word count: 703