He's beautiful, you know. Georgeous and pretty and strong and yummy. So so yummy. Sweet and powerful like sugar and nectar and ambrosia and yum.

Tanned skin gleaming and bronze and tasting like the desert and dessert and drowsy sunsets swimming with colors.

And you know what? He's mine.

HAHAH!! That's right! He's mine!! All mine!! You can't have him!!

You know, my friends say he's tainting me.

I snort in their general direction.

Fine, let him taint me. If it means hot wet kisses and sweet sweet nights all hot and steamy and cuddling and euphorua, taint away, baby!

He's a lot shyer than he used to be. Since that day he flung himself on me and started absorbing my light, as he so eloquently put it, I think that some of my tendencies have rubbed off on him.

Not much, mind you. He's still mean to others. He's still vicious and cruel and sinister and evil and laughing and cackling and insane. He still crumples souls and tortures evil minds that persue to hurt me and relishes in the taste of blood and the feel of a scream.

But he's pretty, isn't he? Especially when he's like that.

But no, he's a little better around me. Hehe. Me. Yep, only me. And you know why? Cause he's MINE! Mine! Or, as he sometimes says, 'Biaw'!

I'll hug and pet him some nights and of course, my silly silly little darkness, he'll fight the temptation and the want and the need until he can't take it anymore. He's drawn to me like a moth to a flame. He can't get enough of me and my light and warmth and love that I have for him.

He's all mine.

He worries about getting me upset. All the time. He won't act until he's sure that it would please me and make me happy and makes sure that all of our passions are concealed within the night.

Gods, so gorgeous. And he's all mine.

Oh, wait a minute now. You think that I'm possessive? Ha! That's funny.

My yami takes the cake there, pumpkin.

I walked in from school one afternoon, and my yami came out, in a solid body, tackled me to the ground in front of all of my friends and well, the rest of the world fadded away as he bruised my lips with his own, memorizing the flavor of my mouth with that oh so talented tongue of his.

My friends stopped offering to walk all the way home with me. I think it frightened them.

Then again, when Seto tried to pull my beautiful yami off of me, things got rather ugly.

Litterally.

I'm afraid that Jou-kun's boyfriend ended up in the hospital for two weeks.

I think my blonde friend is still mad at me, or my yami, or both of us.

Whatever.

It was kind of funny. Poor Anzu. Poor, poor Anzu. She broke down into tears. She had her eye on me for quite a while, actually. In fact, the day before I finished the puzzle, she asked me to go with her to her dance recital.

Me alone.

Feh. Not with my yami. Not my pretty, strong, pretty pretty yami.

So what if he's violent. I'm sure you would be too, if you had to be bound inside of some gold relic for three thousand years. Trapped and teased and locked down and cold and unmoving. My yami said that the puzzle would not let him move from the chains it bound him in for the first two thousand years. Maybe it was two and a half.

He has a hard time remembering.

I would too, and so would you, surrounded by nothing but darkness. Darkness and cold and cold and dark.

Hmm, not anymore.

Innocence? Please, my yami took that ages ago. So guess what? I really am his! So ha! MINE!!

Dark, strong, drunkening butter kisses, darring and bold and hungry and needy and covetous and yummy. Night after night writhing in the passions of lust and love and bound through a link that I never knew could exist, leather and shirts and pants and buckles ripped off faster than the blink of an eye or the flitter of a hummingbird's wings.

Hn. Makes me giggle sometimes. The demands my yami gives me. 'Wear less clothes!' and things of the like. But that's only when he's struggling with the buckled leather.

Would we really want to help it? Of course not! Why the hell should we? It's addicting! It's a drug and a high and I get so lost in the fact that his soul is cromprised of shadows and fits in so well with my own and pretty and rare and yet glimmering. I want it. I'm drawn to it. To him.

He's mine.

I know that I'd die without him. I would. Surely. Without him, all of that blasted light in my soul would consume and blind me and I would drown in it. I don't want to drown without him.

He says that he'd drown in cold, dark shadows without me. Well, I certainly won't let that happen. Not ever. I won't loose him. I refuse. Out of the question. OUT!!!

Don't you see? Don't you see this delicate balance we have? One would die without the other and the other would writhe in pain without the other.

He's MINE!

Why can't they see? Why not? It's so simple. To be as strongly bonded as we are, to need and hold and touch and soft so so so soft and pretty and I need him and he's mine! NO! Don't wipe the tears from my eyes! That's for my yami to do! My yami! Why can't they just leave us alone! Don't they see how we need each other? For gods sake, he belongs to me as much as I belong to him! MINE!!!

We used to confine it to our soul rooms. Sometimes his, sometimes mine. Then it moved to the real world. My bedroom and mine alone. Only at night.

But that's changing too.

As time goes on, our bond is getting stronger. And harder to break. The shower is now one of his favorite places. I prefer the kitchen when no one is home.

And you know what? I'm not even sure if grandpa knows.

But I don't care if he does. He can't break the bond that my yami and I have. Not unless he want's to watch his grandson's casket be lowered six feet into the earth below.

He's mine. He's mine and mine and he's always going to be mine.

Know why we do it all the time? Really wanna know?

There's a tug on my soul when he's out, when he's not as close to me as living or even unlivingly possible. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it's uncomfortable.

Sometimes it's like someone reached inside and pulled out my organs. Other times it feels like every fiber of my body is trying desperatly to jump out of my skin.

It depends on my mood, and his, and the length and time of our seperation. However short.

And as time goes on, the pain increases when he's gone.

Don't you see? We're happiest when we're one. So damn it, don't try and take that away! MINE!!

Heh, bet ya didn't know I could go on for so long about him did you? Well, guess what.

I can.

But you can't.

And you know why, don't you? Yes, I've drilled it into your head by now.

He's mine.

Mine.

He's laughing now. That stupid thug, trying to hurt me and hit me and rob me and possibly molest me.

Yami likes the taste of his blood, his red-stained hands now wrapping around me and filling my head with his blinding and intoxicating and drunkening scent and looking to see that I am pleased. Crimson eyes dancing with unhindered glee.

Of course I'm happy. He's mine.

He's beautiful, you know.