Authors Note: Ok, it feels as if this story is going nowhere...but it's
going somewhere. This story will start getting sad soon...
(I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh) --forgot to add that last time!
Malik: What in the blue hell are you talking about?!
Struggle: *gasp* you watch your mouth!
Malik: Sssphh...whatever...
Stuggle: Well, I believe I lost myself in this story.
Malik: I believe it...
Struggle: Shut up! But, I havent forgotten what I'm--
Malik: Oh trust me...she forgets everything!
Stuggle: ...........I havent forgotten what I'm writing about.
Malik: . . .
Struggle: . . .
Malik: . . . . *blink* . . .
Struggle: HA! I win....
Malik: O.o?!
ON WITH THE STORY!!!!
~Dance Till the Leaves Fall~ Chap.2 "Your Garden"
Outside, Bakura threw stones in the pond. The fish moved to either side to avoid the rocks. It was a small pond with a little waterfall. This was usually the place he went to, to be alone...in his backyard. Yes, his backyard was beautiful indeed, but it didn't seem to make Bakura happy these days. Like all it's colors have faded away to gray. He did enjoy the fish, they kept him company...sometimes...
Behind the trees someone was watching him. His every move. The way he breathed, the way he blinked and the way he made the corner of his lips smile. It was frail. "He's so exquisite, so elegant. God do I love him! I want to hold him day and night! His small, feminine body underneath me. Ah god. So easy to pressure. But I love him dearly.This is why I must hurt him. Because he has things that not even I have. Things as disgusting as happiness. Why is it everytime he looks at me he smiles. I know he's hiding something. It's a sad, small obedient smile. Though he hasn't been acting cheerful and that is my goal. It's what I am working for. To make him as miserable as I."
He looked at himself in the pond. A blurred image. A fish swam up to catch a bug and broke the reflection. Sending ripples to the rocks that made up the pond. The rocks that held it together. They were important, they served their purpose, unlike him. He was weak and couldn't ever hold himself together. He had no importance.
"Maybe I should have Yugi come over...but will he be suspicious about how I'm acting? When and why would it matter? Why is it that everytime I feel alone I greedy the friends I have? I feel so guilty. If I would tell Yugi my problem, would he think I'm using him for the comfort and the need of love?"
Malik took a long stare at Bakura then walking away as quiet as possible, leaving no sign he was there, not even a thought, not a thought about him seeing Bakura cry, nothing. It was kept with him until he could disspose of it. Disspose of his heart; his heart was my garden.
(I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh) --forgot to add that last time!
Malik: What in the blue hell are you talking about?!
Struggle: *gasp* you watch your mouth!
Malik: Sssphh...whatever...
Stuggle: Well, I believe I lost myself in this story.
Malik: I believe it...
Struggle: Shut up! But, I havent forgotten what I'm--
Malik: Oh trust me...she forgets everything!
Stuggle: ...........I havent forgotten what I'm writing about.
Malik: . . .
Struggle: . . .
Malik: . . . . *blink* . . .
Struggle: HA! I win....
Malik: O.o?!
ON WITH THE STORY!!!!
~Dance Till the Leaves Fall~ Chap.2 "Your Garden"
Outside, Bakura threw stones in the pond. The fish moved to either side to avoid the rocks. It was a small pond with a little waterfall. This was usually the place he went to, to be alone...in his backyard. Yes, his backyard was beautiful indeed, but it didn't seem to make Bakura happy these days. Like all it's colors have faded away to gray. He did enjoy the fish, they kept him company...sometimes...
Behind the trees someone was watching him. His every move. The way he breathed, the way he blinked and the way he made the corner of his lips smile. It was frail. "He's so exquisite, so elegant. God do I love him! I want to hold him day and night! His small, feminine body underneath me. Ah god. So easy to pressure. But I love him dearly.This is why I must hurt him. Because he has things that not even I have. Things as disgusting as happiness. Why is it everytime he looks at me he smiles. I know he's hiding something. It's a sad, small obedient smile. Though he hasn't been acting cheerful and that is my goal. It's what I am working for. To make him as miserable as I."
He looked at himself in the pond. A blurred image. A fish swam up to catch a bug and broke the reflection. Sending ripples to the rocks that made up the pond. The rocks that held it together. They were important, they served their purpose, unlike him. He was weak and couldn't ever hold himself together. He had no importance.
"Maybe I should have Yugi come over...but will he be suspicious about how I'm acting? When and why would it matter? Why is it that everytime I feel alone I greedy the friends I have? I feel so guilty. If I would tell Yugi my problem, would he think I'm using him for the comfort and the need of love?"
Malik took a long stare at Bakura then walking away as quiet as possible, leaving no sign he was there, not even a thought, not a thought about him seeing Bakura cry, nothing. It was kept with him until he could disspose of it. Disspose of his heart; his heart was my garden.