Sasami: Hooray for a second chapter. I could not post this story without two chapters from the start, since I came up with this chapter before the last one. I could not for the life of me put it in the proper words though! Forgive me, but it is still short. *^^ I tried really hard, but it is difficult to get into Malik's mind…grrr…
Our dear, though slightly deranged, hikari…Malik.
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Reality
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I think I have lost my mind.
No, in fact, I know I have. Just when did I discover this? When I realized I was in love with a bloodthirsty slaughterer. Myself. Well, myself and yet not me. My darkness, my shadow. The spirit of the Sennen Rod, and the keeper of my heart and soul.
The pharaoh hates him, I think I might hate him too. It's a love-hate relationship really. I love him one moment, and in the next, I hate him. Bakura seems to like him, but I do not consider the tomb robber to be of sound mind as a general rule of thumb. I swear that spirit is more sadistic than my own dear shadow.
To be frank, I don't give a fuck about the pharaoh, the tomb robber, or the rest of the entourage for that matter. They feel the same I am certain. My yami did try to take over the world, and for that he is despised. I embraced him for it, and for that I am despised. What choice did I have? He is my soulmate, my other half, and all the other sentimentalities I have heard and believe so desperately. Pharaoh should understand us more than anyone should.
But he does not. He called my yami crazy. Crazy! I suppose it would appear that way. In fact, I have wondered myself on several occasions whether he was or not. I realize now of course that he is not. Not by any stretch of the word, unless of course one should suggest that he is crazy for power. That he is, but psychotic? Never. Those poor unfortunate bastards do not see his mind and soul as only I can.
Crazy hn? He stays confined in the house the majority of the time. I would have it no other way. My yami is a homicidal maniac, but he is quite sane. All the world has seen is the killer with the incoherent babbling. He is quite incomprehensible when he speaks audibly. Beneath all his layers of blood and death and madness though, is a mind so stunning and clear, it nearly breaks my heart. His thoughts are so lucid and beautiful; it still startles me when he speaks so silently within.
His every thought is of blood, death, destruction, and me. More of me than anything though. He rarely speaks aloud anymore; he knows how it pains me to see such insanity masking his eloquence. So, he speaks to my heart and mind of the things he loves…me above all else. Maybe I am crazy, but Ra, I love him with more than I'm capable of.
Deaths are for me. The blood is for me. The destruction is for me. I think I drank too much of him, but somehow he is right. I want it all as much as he does. To see this world end at his hands. To see the pharaoh overthrown in this world. They all hate us anyway, what difference would it make? When he comes in all stained with the blood of the less than innocent, I cannot help but smile. We will never go down without a fight. Fail? Yes, we will most certainly fail, but not without bloodshed.
I want him so desperately when he returns from the kill. Platinum hair all stained scarlet and gorgeous with that carnal passion in his eyes. My darkness tastes like power. That's truly the only word to explain that inexplicable taste of his. It's intense and controlling, tinged with millennia of hate, of desire, of love. I cannot get enough. Lips pressed roughly together in a frantic attempt to save our lingering sanity in the flavor of each other. It has always been this way. My hands running through his blood soaked hair, tasting that metallic sweetness of ruby colored fever on his lips and tongue. It eats away at us. Our demise threatens to overtake us, and all we can do is lay intertwined in love and lust, consummating our fate.
It has always been this way. It will always be this way. All the love in the world, all the lovemaking in the world will not save us in the end. We both know it. We are doomed to fail. And fail we will; we will fail everything but one another. So, we live on in this tainted dream of ours, the smell of death permeating our existence. My yami's hands will never be clean of the blood he bathes in. Nor will mine.
Fuck the world; just leave me my yami and the rest is entropy. We all know it.
What does reality have left to offer when you have savored the blood of thousands on the lips of your lover?
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Sasami: There you are. I plan on having a Jounouchi chapter and probably Kaiba too…maybe I'll get a Mai or Yami chapter too. Hell, maybe I'll do both. I'm kind of hung up on Fears of the Stone right now, so I have a few one shots I need to get down in the meantime. I'm hoping it will help the writer's block.
Nijuu: Really now, who decided a story had to transition well? Start the chapter and end it! You're done! Poof! o.O Even I don't have any ideas…Please review.
Sasami: Thankies!