Chapter 28: Snuff – 106 words
A/N: Moar writing during play practice!
Bakura thought of human souls like little flames, flickering and weak, yet with the potential to burn, if one wasn't careful.
And in the beginning, he hadn't been. He had been burned by slovenly mortals who had no business even touching him. He had eventually crushed them, but had learned how to lick his fingers before snuffing the fire, so to speak. He had also learned to keep his true identity s secret until the last second.
But the only flame he could not put out was the strong flame of his little landlord. But in time, even the biggest, brightest fires die when left alone.
A/N: Hmmm... This is kind of interesting. I don't know what the heck this is, but I like it!
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