^^ I forgot to mention the first time I put this up that it's a one-shot.
Gomen nassai!
Windswift: Okay, this fic is . . . strange. . . I'm not quite sure where it came from. Anyway, all you need to understand is that Yami Malik really is crazy. As in insane in a real way.
Muse: Um . . . on a lighter note, what poor soul can we force into doing the disclaimer?
Windswift: I've never made Malik do it before. . .
Malik: -_- I hate coercion . . . Why don't I just use my Rod and make YOU do the disclaimer?
Windswift: Because I have the power, and so your Rod doesn't work on me.
Malik: Ano . . . what if I use chibi eyes?
Windswift: -_- My own onee-chan can't sway me with cute looks. What makes you think you're so special?
Malik: (sniffs) That's mean . . .
Muse: Hai, now say the disclaimer
Malik: Windswift doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh. However, if you don't review, I could make her own it . . . Mind control is fun ^^ it solves everything . . . .
Note: This is kind of disturbing . . . there isn't really anything bad to pinpoint in it, but I think if I hadn't written it I'd be afraid . . . And over usage of the word "pretty." Stuff like that.
((+)~
Why won't you listen, hikari?
Why are your cheeks so stained with your tears?
I told you I could wipe away the tears. Why didn't you listen?
They glisten, pretty salty mars on the soft skin.
So wet . . . are you drowning from the inside out?
They make your eyes so pretty . . . big, shiny . . . they make a pretty water-color.
Your pain is so pretty.
I told you I'd fix it forever, but you wouldn't listen.
Now you're mine, little one.
Mine and mine alone.
Your pain is so alluring.
Your tears are so salty. So nice. . . .
I lap your tears away. They find it sick. I find it pretty. It doesn't stop your tears, but it makes your face go soft.
All soft like your big round teary eyes.
I drink from the pained wells of your water eyes.
So pretty. . .
I want to be the one to make you pretty.
Why won't you let me be the only one? I promised you your eyes would sparkle from your hikari-light, not your tears.
Why do you refuse, little pretty one?
I'll make them all go away for you.
I said I'd kill them all for you. Then they'd never cause your pretty pain again.
Why do you always shake your head no, hikari?
Silly, stubborn hikari. One day you will see how I always make everything better for you.
Why are you the only thing you won't let me fix?
Poor little broken hikari.
So pretty, like a broken mirror, with your pretty silver shards of tears.
You're so afraid I'd break you worse.
Why do you think that, hikari?
I wouldn't hurt you.
Because you are mine.
All your prettiness is mine.
All your tears, your blood, is mine.
Both all warm and salty-sweet. My ambrosia.
Pretty hikari fit for the gods. But they can't have you.
You're still crying.
Why won't you listen, hikari?
((+)~
Review, onegai!
Arigato to Dawn for the shortest review I've ever seen.
Windswift: Okay, this fic is . . . strange. . . I'm not quite sure where it came from. Anyway, all you need to understand is that Yami Malik really is crazy. As in insane in a real way.
Muse: Um . . . on a lighter note, what poor soul can we force into doing the disclaimer?
Windswift: I've never made Malik do it before. . .
Malik: -_- I hate coercion . . . Why don't I just use my Rod and make YOU do the disclaimer?
Windswift: Because I have the power, and so your Rod doesn't work on me.
Malik: Ano . . . what if I use chibi eyes?
Windswift: -_- My own onee-chan can't sway me with cute looks. What makes you think you're so special?
Malik: (sniffs) That's mean . . .
Muse: Hai, now say the disclaimer
Malik: Windswift doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh. However, if you don't review, I could make her own it . . . Mind control is fun ^^ it solves everything . . . .
Note: This is kind of disturbing . . . there isn't really anything bad to pinpoint in it, but I think if I hadn't written it I'd be afraid . . . And over usage of the word "pretty." Stuff like that.
((+)~
Why won't you listen, hikari?
Why are your cheeks so stained with your tears?
I told you I could wipe away the tears. Why didn't you listen?
They glisten, pretty salty mars on the soft skin.
So wet . . . are you drowning from the inside out?
They make your eyes so pretty . . . big, shiny . . . they make a pretty water-color.
Your pain is so pretty.
I told you I'd fix it forever, but you wouldn't listen.
Now you're mine, little one.
Mine and mine alone.
Your pain is so alluring.
Your tears are so salty. So nice. . . .
I lap your tears away. They find it sick. I find it pretty. It doesn't stop your tears, but it makes your face go soft.
All soft like your big round teary eyes.
I drink from the pained wells of your water eyes.
So pretty. . .
I want to be the one to make you pretty.
Why won't you let me be the only one? I promised you your eyes would sparkle from your hikari-light, not your tears.
Why do you refuse, little pretty one?
I'll make them all go away for you.
I said I'd kill them all for you. Then they'd never cause your pretty pain again.
Why do you always shake your head no, hikari?
Silly, stubborn hikari. One day you will see how I always make everything better for you.
Why are you the only thing you won't let me fix?
Poor little broken hikari.
So pretty, like a broken mirror, with your pretty silver shards of tears.
You're so afraid I'd break you worse.
Why do you think that, hikari?
I wouldn't hurt you.
Because you are mine.
All your prettiness is mine.
All your tears, your blood, is mine.
Both all warm and salty-sweet. My ambrosia.
Pretty hikari fit for the gods. But they can't have you.
You're still crying.
Why won't you listen, hikari?
((+)~
Review, onegai!
Arigato to Dawn for the shortest review I've ever seen.
