A.N.- Yup, I'm not dead...but I have been busy with a lot of things I won't go into...sorry this is so short...but it is a p.o.v. I think you'll all like. It's Yuugi-kun^_^. Enjoy, review onegai:)
Dedication-R Amythest, Just Call Me Cheese!, Shadowrealmdemon, Ashuri Chan,Alz-chan, Bakuraluva, Firedraygon97, Draggy2, Thockie, Fyredra, Charredrose, Blak Magician Girl3, Shitsumon, Rogue Solus, Guess, Kami Beverly, Bronze Eagle, Crossover Authoress, Hana no Ceres, Marsdemon,
There's a thin line between love and hatred.
You wander near it, skidding across the surface. Looking for one moment with adoring eyes and the next with a rage so deep that you could paint the room a thousand times with their blood and never reach the center of your anger.
It's a funny thing really. Love and hate...they are one and the same, you know. An endless loop that no one can ever really escape from. They motivate someone. For either "good" or "evil". They can be either depending on the point of view. That's what everything is determined upon. Point of view.
I leaned back in the window, staring up at the empty sky. Rolling clouds assaulted my vision, a brisk wind rushing over my chilled flesh. I tilted my head back, letting my hair be lifted by the icy hand of the wind. Looking down at the gleaming Sennen Item around my neck, I touched it gently. Yami had locked himself in his soul room yet again, his thoughts barred away from my own.
I growled, stalking across my room and to my closet. Opening it, I quickly shrugged out of my pajamas and grabbed a black t-shirt out of the closet. Slipping it on, I walked over to my drawers and pulled out a pair of blue jeans. Dressed at last I reached farther into my sock drawer and around the corner of it, pulling out a single pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
Clutching them in my hand I grabbed my jacket and threw it on, shoving the pack and the lighter into my pockets. Walking over to my open window I climbed out slowly before dropping to the ground. A numb pain shot up my legs as they folded beneath me and sent me sprawling on my butt.
Shaking my head slightly I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took in a lungful. Relaxation shot up through my body as the nicotine sought its way through my entire body.
Before the Puzzle fell into my hands, I would've been too scared to walk through the streets of Domino in the dead of night. Afraid of whatever dangers may lurk in the shadows. I'm not afraid anymore. Hell, bring it on. I've nothing left in this world to fear, and everything to lose. Everything.
I sighed, glancing forlornly up. It's strange really. How things turn out, I mean. After all, who'd of thought little shrimpy Yuugi would carry the fate of the entire world on his shoulders. Who'd have thought that it would be my actions that would decide the lives of thousands, be the pebble that tips the tables into the favor of either light or darkness.
I was the Hero of this little drama that was playing forth.
That's a lie though. I'm not the hero, I'm the vessel for the hero. My Yami. The ancient Pharaoh locked in a single, shiny little gold object for five thousand years awaiting for the other half of his soul to put him back together again.
Sometimes I hate him for that.
For stealing away my life and replacing it with his. For making it where no matter what I do, I'll always be overshadowed. No matter how hard I try, no matter how much I want to be seen...I never will. I'll always be lost in his image. Even my "friends" don't really see me any more. They see only my Yami. Only him.
And to top it all off, I had to go and fall in love with him too.
But then, above all of them *I* have a reason to love him. For who knows him better then me? Who knows of the dark insanity that rivets through his mind, how at times he's holding on by the barest of strands? How so many times he's felt the ever growing call of the Shadow Realm and all of it's powers lingering at his finger tips, nearly begging him to reclaim the world that was once his.
Am I not the one that knows the man beyond the Pharaoh?
Am I not the light to his darkness? Am I not the one who completes him in ways others never could?
Why? *Why* then? Why is it that I am so over looked? Why is my love cast away before it is even given a glance?
The heavy taste of bitter regret hung on my tongue, the ashes of my broken dreams nearly choking me.
But more then anything, I hate HIM.
Bakura Ryou. The poor, white haired tenshi that everyone loves and pities. The one who holds everyone in his thrall with but a bat of his pretty chocolate brown eyes. It's NOT FAIR!
I growled, taking another deep drag of my cigarette before stomping it out and relighting another. My nerves felt raw, my very skin burning in the cool sweep of the breeze that flittered past.
What had I done to deserve this? Why was I the one that was always overlooked in favor of him...it wouldn't be so bad, not really, if the white haired hikari had not stolen away the one person whose attention really meant anything to me. My own Yami. Stole his heart away from me. He's my Yami. MINE. Not Ryou's...Ryou's is that psycho Tomb Robber.
I felt my eyes burn. Tears of rage and frustration tried to fight their way forward but I shoved them back. My tears are spent, festering from sorrow to a blinding hate that I can barely contain. I know this is wrong, I'm a Hikari...I'm not suppose to hate...if Jounouchi-kun knew of the deep loathing I felt he'd probably disown me as his friend forever. I don't care anymore. I've lost everything...and I can see no way to ever truly regain what I lost. How can it hurt so much to lose something I never really had?
My hands were shaking bad and absently I dropped what was left of my cigarette and stomped it out. I wandered aimlessly down the sidewalks. I had blocked my dear Yami completely from my mind, just as he had blocked me from his. It was strange really. I almost felt like I was alone in my own head for once. Almost a frightening thought.
I rubbed my hands up and down my shoulders, feeling an age-old sorrow and the vengeful head of self-pity rearing it's ugly head with every breath I toke. I was tired, tired of all of this. Of being pushed aside, always over looked by even the one being in this world who completed my very soul. It's just...it's not fair is all.
I glanced up. My feet had lead me to the Domino bridge. I glanced down into the dark, sparkling waters below. Placid and cold, it stared back at me with an ageless gaze. I leaned over, bracing myself with my hands. It'd be so easy to throw myself off. To lose myself in the oblivion below. But what would that really accomplish? Nothing, not in the end at least.
After all, it wasn't me that would be mourned. It would be Yami. And besides...I just...I don't want to die anyway. Even if it means I'll be living in a shadow forever, lost within my own growing hate...I just don't want to go yet. And...who knows...maybe he'll notice me. I snorted. What a fantasy line that was. But still...
I felt my insides stiffen, my blood rushing hotly in my veins, my heart jumping up a few extra beats and pounding against my chest like an enraged drum.
I whirled around, my muscles freezing, my eyes lavender eyes wide.
"Yami no Bakura," I whispered, the name stolen from my mind and echoing off my lips.
Yes, it was he alright. Wild silver hair hung like a halo around his sharply lined face. Garnet-brown eyes simmered like a liquid inferno, mesmerizing and impossible to resist. He smirked, the expression seeming so perfect, so right on his face.
He was my mortal enemy, or my Yami's at least. I'd never really had much of a quarrel with him. Saying his name to his face just now is the first words he and I have ever exchanged. Yami usually took control the instant his presence was sensed. Suddenly frantic, I cheeked our link. His still blocked me and mine still blocked him; the wall so strong that he had not even felt his arch rival's approach.
"If it isn't the *Pharaoh's* Hikari. Isn't it past your bed time, little boy?" he sneered.
I stiffened, feeling a hot rush of pride mixed with shame rise deep within my very soul.
"My name is Yuugi, and I go to bed when I want to."
I leaned back against the concrete banister, feeling all my fear suddenly slip away. I don't know why, exactly, but I just...wasn't afraid any more. Even if the fiend could kill me in less then three seconds, I just...felt calm. And a little resigned.
He seemed amused at my answer and moved closer to me, tilting his head to the side.
"Really now?" he raised a single, white eyebrow, "I'm surprised his High n' Mighty Pharaoh hasn't popped his cowardly ass out of the Puzzle. Too afraid to face his enemy is he? Prefers to hide within his Hikari."
I chuckled, "Yami doesn't fight all my battles. And that could be said for you as well. You hide behind Ryou's eyes the same as Yami does my own."
He snorted, "But I don't use him to fight my battles. Not that he could. Bloody weakling."
I shrugged, "Maybe that's why they all love him. Because he's weak and needs protection. Mostly from you."
He bristled, "And what does that mean, young Hikari? Aren't you afraid, Little Yuugi? I could kill you now, strip you of your puzzle...."
He let the sentence hang, trying to frighten me I suppose.
"You could. But what would it matter? Yami would probably be happy if you did."
He snickered slightly, "Do I sense some jealousy?"
I growled slightly, "No."
He moved closer to me suddenly, scent of incense surrounded me so completely I felt dizzy for a moment...but in a good way. My eyes rose to meet his once again and I felt the world around me just fall away. His fingers reached out to me and ran down my face, his nails were sharp and dragged down my cheek.
A desire I did not understand suddenly swept through me. I wanted this dark angel before me. I wanted him ways that I did not fully comprehend. The loneliness I felt was so suddenly vanquished. My throat tightened. I knew he could take all my pain away, devour me until I did not know right from wrong, evil from light, sadness from happiness, death from life.
"You're lying," he said.
"What's your point?" I breathed the words, lacking the conviction they should have had.
I felt so defenseless, so vulnerable.
"What do you want, Yami no Bakura?" I asked.
He smirked, "Nothing you can give, Mutou." What was it in his flippant reply that made my heart sink.
I felt careless suddenly, reckless even. Perhaps that's what made me do what I did next.
I threw my arms around his neck, my eyes burning with something indescribable. I pressed my lips hard against his, the kiss far from innocent, but dark with all I felt twisting within.
He growled banished me, his hands reaching up into my tri-colored hair to pull it back roughly, dominating the brief contact. It's hard to explain what I felt right then. It was so many things.
I was kissing my mortal enemy, or my Yami's at least. In this moment I betrayed the one I loved to the deepest of extents. But I did not care right then. Had he not betrayed me as well by falling for that baka Ryou? My soul cried for a vengeance that was far from holy.
Bakura lifted his lips from mine, his warm breath tickled across my face.
"I'll make you a deal, Tomb Robber," I said softly.
His interest was instantly peaked, "And what deal would that be?"
"Take me...make me yours...and I...I will give you the Puzzle."
A dumbfounded expression crossed his face.
"Really now?" He grinned wolfishly, "Alright."
His arms were around me again, lifting me up into the air and tossing me over his shoulder. Fear suddenly rose in my belly but I stamped it out. Maybe with Bakura I could find what I'd always longed for...maybe. I don't know. All I knew was that I wanted this more then anything else. I wanted it so much that it hurt.
I glanced up at the cold, twinkling stars and only one question pounded through my mind.
What had I done?
A.n.-And we stop there...well...what do you think? To cliché? Too expected? Where are Ryou and Malik, I bet you're wondering...don't worry, they're somewhat safe...maybe^_~. Mm, please review okee? I know I'm horrible at updating quickly...but it's ya'alls reviews that give me the oomph to even continue this and my other stories:).
Beta-reader's Note: ^^;; Blame it on me for procrastinating... It took me 7 days 'cause I was multitasking... damn science project... ~R Amythest
Dedication-R Amythest, Just Call Me Cheese!, Shadowrealmdemon, Ashuri Chan,Alz-chan, Bakuraluva, Firedraygon97, Draggy2, Thockie, Fyredra, Charredrose, Blak Magician Girl3, Shitsumon, Rogue Solus, Guess, Kami Beverly, Bronze Eagle, Crossover Authoress, Hana no Ceres, Marsdemon,
There's a thin line between love and hatred.
You wander near it, skidding across the surface. Looking for one moment with adoring eyes and the next with a rage so deep that you could paint the room a thousand times with their blood and never reach the center of your anger.
It's a funny thing really. Love and hate...they are one and the same, you know. An endless loop that no one can ever really escape from. They motivate someone. For either "good" or "evil". They can be either depending on the point of view. That's what everything is determined upon. Point of view.
I leaned back in the window, staring up at the empty sky. Rolling clouds assaulted my vision, a brisk wind rushing over my chilled flesh. I tilted my head back, letting my hair be lifted by the icy hand of the wind. Looking down at the gleaming Sennen Item around my neck, I touched it gently. Yami had locked himself in his soul room yet again, his thoughts barred away from my own.
I growled, stalking across my room and to my closet. Opening it, I quickly shrugged out of my pajamas and grabbed a black t-shirt out of the closet. Slipping it on, I walked over to my drawers and pulled out a pair of blue jeans. Dressed at last I reached farther into my sock drawer and around the corner of it, pulling out a single pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
Clutching them in my hand I grabbed my jacket and threw it on, shoving the pack and the lighter into my pockets. Walking over to my open window I climbed out slowly before dropping to the ground. A numb pain shot up my legs as they folded beneath me and sent me sprawling on my butt.
Shaking my head slightly I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took in a lungful. Relaxation shot up through my body as the nicotine sought its way through my entire body.
Before the Puzzle fell into my hands, I would've been too scared to walk through the streets of Domino in the dead of night. Afraid of whatever dangers may lurk in the shadows. I'm not afraid anymore. Hell, bring it on. I've nothing left in this world to fear, and everything to lose. Everything.
I sighed, glancing forlornly up. It's strange really. How things turn out, I mean. After all, who'd of thought little shrimpy Yuugi would carry the fate of the entire world on his shoulders. Who'd have thought that it would be my actions that would decide the lives of thousands, be the pebble that tips the tables into the favor of either light or darkness.
I was the Hero of this little drama that was playing forth.
That's a lie though. I'm not the hero, I'm the vessel for the hero. My Yami. The ancient Pharaoh locked in a single, shiny little gold object for five thousand years awaiting for the other half of his soul to put him back together again.
Sometimes I hate him for that.
For stealing away my life and replacing it with his. For making it where no matter what I do, I'll always be overshadowed. No matter how hard I try, no matter how much I want to be seen...I never will. I'll always be lost in his image. Even my "friends" don't really see me any more. They see only my Yami. Only him.
And to top it all off, I had to go and fall in love with him too.
But then, above all of them *I* have a reason to love him. For who knows him better then me? Who knows of the dark insanity that rivets through his mind, how at times he's holding on by the barest of strands? How so many times he's felt the ever growing call of the Shadow Realm and all of it's powers lingering at his finger tips, nearly begging him to reclaim the world that was once his.
Am I not the one that knows the man beyond the Pharaoh?
Am I not the light to his darkness? Am I not the one who completes him in ways others never could?
Why? *Why* then? Why is it that I am so over looked? Why is my love cast away before it is even given a glance?
The heavy taste of bitter regret hung on my tongue, the ashes of my broken dreams nearly choking me.
But more then anything, I hate HIM.
Bakura Ryou. The poor, white haired tenshi that everyone loves and pities. The one who holds everyone in his thrall with but a bat of his pretty chocolate brown eyes. It's NOT FAIR!
I growled, taking another deep drag of my cigarette before stomping it out and relighting another. My nerves felt raw, my very skin burning in the cool sweep of the breeze that flittered past.
What had I done to deserve this? Why was I the one that was always overlooked in favor of him...it wouldn't be so bad, not really, if the white haired hikari had not stolen away the one person whose attention really meant anything to me. My own Yami. Stole his heart away from me. He's my Yami. MINE. Not Ryou's...Ryou's is that psycho Tomb Robber.
I felt my eyes burn. Tears of rage and frustration tried to fight their way forward but I shoved them back. My tears are spent, festering from sorrow to a blinding hate that I can barely contain. I know this is wrong, I'm a Hikari...I'm not suppose to hate...if Jounouchi-kun knew of the deep loathing I felt he'd probably disown me as his friend forever. I don't care anymore. I've lost everything...and I can see no way to ever truly regain what I lost. How can it hurt so much to lose something I never really had?
My hands were shaking bad and absently I dropped what was left of my cigarette and stomped it out. I wandered aimlessly down the sidewalks. I had blocked my dear Yami completely from my mind, just as he had blocked me from his. It was strange really. I almost felt like I was alone in my own head for once. Almost a frightening thought.
I rubbed my hands up and down my shoulders, feeling an age-old sorrow and the vengeful head of self-pity rearing it's ugly head with every breath I toke. I was tired, tired of all of this. Of being pushed aside, always over looked by even the one being in this world who completed my very soul. It's just...it's not fair is all.
I glanced up. My feet had lead me to the Domino bridge. I glanced down into the dark, sparkling waters below. Placid and cold, it stared back at me with an ageless gaze. I leaned over, bracing myself with my hands. It'd be so easy to throw myself off. To lose myself in the oblivion below. But what would that really accomplish? Nothing, not in the end at least.
After all, it wasn't me that would be mourned. It would be Yami. And besides...I just...I don't want to die anyway. Even if it means I'll be living in a shadow forever, lost within my own growing hate...I just don't want to go yet. And...who knows...maybe he'll notice me. I snorted. What a fantasy line that was. But still...
I felt my insides stiffen, my blood rushing hotly in my veins, my heart jumping up a few extra beats and pounding against my chest like an enraged drum.
I whirled around, my muscles freezing, my eyes lavender eyes wide.
"Yami no Bakura," I whispered, the name stolen from my mind and echoing off my lips.
Yes, it was he alright. Wild silver hair hung like a halo around his sharply lined face. Garnet-brown eyes simmered like a liquid inferno, mesmerizing and impossible to resist. He smirked, the expression seeming so perfect, so right on his face.
He was my mortal enemy, or my Yami's at least. I'd never really had much of a quarrel with him. Saying his name to his face just now is the first words he and I have ever exchanged. Yami usually took control the instant his presence was sensed. Suddenly frantic, I cheeked our link. His still blocked me and mine still blocked him; the wall so strong that he had not even felt his arch rival's approach.
"If it isn't the *Pharaoh's* Hikari. Isn't it past your bed time, little boy?" he sneered.
I stiffened, feeling a hot rush of pride mixed with shame rise deep within my very soul.
"My name is Yuugi, and I go to bed when I want to."
I leaned back against the concrete banister, feeling all my fear suddenly slip away. I don't know why, exactly, but I just...wasn't afraid any more. Even if the fiend could kill me in less then three seconds, I just...felt calm. And a little resigned.
He seemed amused at my answer and moved closer to me, tilting his head to the side.
"Really now?" he raised a single, white eyebrow, "I'm surprised his High n' Mighty Pharaoh hasn't popped his cowardly ass out of the Puzzle. Too afraid to face his enemy is he? Prefers to hide within his Hikari."
I chuckled, "Yami doesn't fight all my battles. And that could be said for you as well. You hide behind Ryou's eyes the same as Yami does my own."
He snorted, "But I don't use him to fight my battles. Not that he could. Bloody weakling."
I shrugged, "Maybe that's why they all love him. Because he's weak and needs protection. Mostly from you."
He bristled, "And what does that mean, young Hikari? Aren't you afraid, Little Yuugi? I could kill you now, strip you of your puzzle...."
He let the sentence hang, trying to frighten me I suppose.
"You could. But what would it matter? Yami would probably be happy if you did."
He snickered slightly, "Do I sense some jealousy?"
I growled slightly, "No."
He moved closer to me suddenly, scent of incense surrounded me so completely I felt dizzy for a moment...but in a good way. My eyes rose to meet his once again and I felt the world around me just fall away. His fingers reached out to me and ran down my face, his nails were sharp and dragged down my cheek.
A desire I did not understand suddenly swept through me. I wanted this dark angel before me. I wanted him ways that I did not fully comprehend. The loneliness I felt was so suddenly vanquished. My throat tightened. I knew he could take all my pain away, devour me until I did not know right from wrong, evil from light, sadness from happiness, death from life.
"You're lying," he said.
"What's your point?" I breathed the words, lacking the conviction they should have had.
I felt so defenseless, so vulnerable.
"What do you want, Yami no Bakura?" I asked.
He smirked, "Nothing you can give, Mutou." What was it in his flippant reply that made my heart sink.
I felt careless suddenly, reckless even. Perhaps that's what made me do what I did next.
I threw my arms around his neck, my eyes burning with something indescribable. I pressed my lips hard against his, the kiss far from innocent, but dark with all I felt twisting within.
He growled banished me, his hands reaching up into my tri-colored hair to pull it back roughly, dominating the brief contact. It's hard to explain what I felt right then. It was so many things.
I was kissing my mortal enemy, or my Yami's at least. In this moment I betrayed the one I loved to the deepest of extents. But I did not care right then. Had he not betrayed me as well by falling for that baka Ryou? My soul cried for a vengeance that was far from holy.
Bakura lifted his lips from mine, his warm breath tickled across my face.
"I'll make you a deal, Tomb Robber," I said softly.
His interest was instantly peaked, "And what deal would that be?"
"Take me...make me yours...and I...I will give you the Puzzle."
A dumbfounded expression crossed his face.
"Really now?" He grinned wolfishly, "Alright."
His arms were around me again, lifting me up into the air and tossing me over his shoulder. Fear suddenly rose in my belly but I stamped it out. Maybe with Bakura I could find what I'd always longed for...maybe. I don't know. All I knew was that I wanted this more then anything else. I wanted it so much that it hurt.
I glanced up at the cold, twinkling stars and only one question pounded through my mind.
What had I done?
A.n.-And we stop there...well...what do you think? To cliché? Too expected? Where are Ryou and Malik, I bet you're wondering...don't worry, they're somewhat safe...maybe^_~. Mm, please review okee? I know I'm horrible at updating quickly...but it's ya'alls reviews that give me the oomph to even continue this and my other stories:).
Beta-reader's Note: ^^;; Blame it on me for procrastinating... It took me 7 days 'cause I was multitasking... damn science project... ~R Amythest