not really sure what to think of this one... I went back and redid the format quite a few times before I settled on what I wanted, and I hope it turned out okay... this is an AU piece, but I hope you all enjoy it regardless!
SHIPPING: BAKURA X SERENITY (SOFTSHIPPING)
TITLE: THE DUAL NATURE OF A FRACTURED FANTASY
THEME/MUSIC: MIRAGE/ PRETTY GIRLS MAKES GRAVES- THE SMITHS
TAGLINE: I'M NOT AS PRISTINE AS YOU THINK.
WORDS: 572
He's a soft sort of beautiful that fogs her mind and glazes her eyes over. It's almost magnetic in the way he draws her to him, in the way that she peeks at him during class, in the way that she idly traces his name on her pillow.
"H-hello," she finds herself stammering at their first meeting in some hallway.
"Hello, Serenity."
He knows her name and she is forever after captivated.
There's an inexplicable air of delicacy in the snowy white of his hair and the clear brown of his eyes.
She has irrational urges to reach out and touch him to see if he is really real— to assure herself that his absolute perfection is no mirage from the heat of her fervor. She wants to keep him in sight so that her heart can ease its anxious beating. She asks questions and makes excuses just to hear him talk.
"-and so you get the value of x. Do you understand now?"
She nods dumbly and etches his gentle image into her memory. "Yes, thank you."
His pallor is almost sickly and only changes when he blushes faintly at her adoration. "You're impossibly perfect," she likes to tell him in breathy whispers, watching his pale cheek cloud with color. "How can anyone be so nice?"
He spends more time with her now, sitting with her outside in the courtyard during lunch, walking shoulder-to-shoulder in the halls, and letting her brush her fingertips nearer to his.
"I'm not as pristine as you think."
And with his every quiet word and lidded gaze, she is further entranced, enamored, oblivious, in love.
She tells herself it's nothing when she ventures to thread her fingers through his. It's nothing when she leans her head on his shoulder. It's nothing when she shyly presses herself up against him in an embrace and it's nothing when she tilts her lips up to his.
It's nothing because he does nothing; he is always the same: a blank, angelic face and a smooth unsmiling mouth. His cold, marble perfection never falters.
"Don't you have anything to say?" she murmurs.
His silence crumbles her insides to powder.
His hands are icy when she holds them and his eyes are withdrawn. With each and every attempt, each and every display of affection, he has nothing to tell and she despairs. He is no different from a porcelain doll.
"Say something," she begs one day, her voice breaking. "Anything. Is it me? What's wrong with me? I'll do anything, I… I love you."
And his still expression wavers.
"No, you don't."
Her eyes widen. "…what?"
"There's a demon inside me that you don't know. It wants you. It wants to tear you apart, limb from limb, and devour you. Your bones and skin and heart. It wants to crush you and drink your blood."
Every word is flat and dull, a voice that is not his. His face is colorlessly beautiful and foreign to her— it's him but he is not the same person-
"You're… who…?" She trembles.
"Keep away from him, Serenity. There can only be one other person who shares this heart."
His eyes are cold and mocking as he kisses her for the first and last time.
She keeps away.
She keeps away and he continues to live with his cackling demon, wishing that she meant it when she said she loved him.
Serenity=warped storylines for me. I think I have something like two normal stories for her in this collection...
review, please!