Anyway, yes. Rather... short and... depressing? Meh, who knows. I'm in a weird mood.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Or almost nothing, anyway.
Oh... also, I wanted to say... I've been inspired by all the fanfic contests that have been around, so I'm making my own. Whoppee, aren't you glad. Anyway, it's at w ww.g eocities.c om/kingoffics (but take out the spaces 'cause I finally figured out that ff.net gets rid of URLs and that was why all the other author(esse)s put spaces in their URLs. ^_^')
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Hatred... Jealousy... Sorrow...
Yells of anger, laced by pain... Feet stomping up a flight of stairs... Two doors slamming shut in unison... always in unison... An old man's sigh...
Scratching of pen over paper... Two crumpled balls of paper covered in ink in two wastebaskets, identical but for the colours...
A frustrated whine, an angonized growl... Trails of hot tears...
Two figures, curled up on clean sheets, hoping in their solace to forget the other... Sleep that they sought would not come...
Why... why do you exist? Why did you come? You have caused nothing but trouble for me. Everything I have... you have taken. My victories... are yours. My friends... are yours. Even my life is now in your hands.
Why?
You should not have existed.
I brought you into existence. I solved the cursed puzzle which had killed all else who had made the attempt. I gave you my trust, my dreams, and you took everything from me. You. Stole. My. Life.
My friends are not mine; they belong only to you. They cheer for you, wait for you, ask you for advice. It is you they like, it is you who help them always. To them, I am but a bother. They... probably wish that I have not existed...
My duels, you control. You never let me shine. My victories, my glory, my recognition... I have none of those. I could have done it myself. You know I could. But you... you take over, you take the glory. I hear people murmur when I walk past them, that it is the other me who is the genius duelist. To them all, I am but a vassal for you to use.
What will you take next? Will you control me completely, make my mind disappear? Will you be me, then? Because I am... nothing... and it is all you...
You... thief of my life... thief of my heart...
A lonely sigh, breaking the silence... Bells in the distance, signalling something they could not remember... signalling memories irrelevant to this moment... A soft sob... Sheets dampened by tears...
Closed eyes, even breaths... And finally comes their sleep...
In this world, I have nothing. Everything belongs to you. Why do you begrudge me even one request? Everything I have won for you, you give no gratitude. I pour out my heart, and am left with nothing to show for it.
Why?
My power, my position from a live long past... mean nothing here. Though I make such effort for you... only for you... Yet, you give me nothing. I am tired of giving and never receiving.
Those who surround you... do not know me. All their care and friendship is given to you. I could only watch from afar as they shower you with affection. I remain invisible to them. They do not even know I exist, though I tried so hard to protect them.
I duel for you... only for you. I give you the victories when you falter, when you are afraid. No one knows it is me. You wear the name of the King of Games, by my work... and you act like it is your right. Perhaps it is, since you freed me. And yet, sometimes, I would like to have even just a word of thanks in return. Sometimes, I would like to hear my name as the master duelist, instead of yours.
How pathetic is this, the great Pharaoh reduced to begging for attention? But that is all I want... your attention... Something so simple, yet you would not give. Why am I to you? Am I anything more than a tool...?
You who need me not... will find me not...
A silent shadow, a soft murmur...
An aged head bowing in sorrow... A door swinging shut...
Footfalls on the pavement, heading away... away... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Different? Definitely. I... hope you all like it...
