What you see in Me: Chapter Two
*I do not own Yugioh*
(yami) Bakura POV
Everyone thinks they know me. I'm the evil yami, spirit of the Millennium Ring, Ryou's tormentor. I'm
a thief, a lowlife, and, according to Yami, always causing And I will not deny these things, but deeper there is so
much more. But have they, any of them, ever stopped just once to think of my feelings? I doubt it. Except maybe
Ryou himself. Sometimes, when I'm beating him and he's barely conscious, he'll give me this smile, like he
understands. And it drives me mad. How can *he* possibly understand me?! Its ridiculous. But, he tries.... he does
try. I'll give him that. I could beat him to the point of death and he'd still have compassion for me. That's just the
kind of person he is. I don't understand it... I think he's too weak. But its nice to be on the receiving end instead of
offering compassion and watch it slap you in the face. I had a hard life back in Egypt, one that Pharaoh would never
dream of, which turned me into the one I am today. 3,000 years in the Ring didn't help much either. And yet Ryou
has also had a hard life, and he still tries to see the good in people and is a nice person. I call him a weakling, but
in many ways he is stronger than I could ever be. I was a thief, an outcast, a nothing. But that was in my past life.
Now I am extremely blessed to have Ryou by my side.
Mokuba POV
Everyone thinks they know me. I'm supposedly so transparent, innocent, and kind. And I suppose I do still retain
much of my innocence, mostly from being saved from a lot of torture and heartache because Seto took most of that
for me. And yet I'm not nearly as innocent as people think I am. I can feel anger and hatred too, and I do feel them.
I've grown up too fast, yet people are still treating me like they expect me to still be a carefree child. I am no
longer a child. Maybe physically, but mentally, I no longer resemble the happy child I once was. My experiences
have changed me. How could they not? I don't see how someone could go through the life experiences I did and not
be changed. Yes, I feel emotions like hate and anger, I've just become very good at masking them. Seto is not the
only one who wears a mask. Though sometimes, I think he's sees through mine, just as I can see through his mask
to the heart that not many others can. He understands my emotions better than anyone, and so in a way, I suppose
he's the only one I'm really close to as well. If I ever told anyone else of this rage that I feel, they wouldn't
understand. I'm sure they would wonder how someone as young as me could feel such anger and pain. But, its
there, I cannot deny or change that fact. And I have only one person that understands, only one person who I can
trust to understand, and that's worth all the money that we could ever have.
*I know that this chapter is probably not as good as the first, but finals sucked up a good portion of my creativeness.(*_*) I'll try to make the next ch better. Please review! ^_^ & thank you to everyone who reviewed for Ch 1!*
(yami) Bakura POV
Everyone thinks they know me. I'm the evil yami, spirit of the Millennium Ring, Ryou's tormentor. I'm
a thief, a lowlife, and, according to Yami, always causing And I will not deny these things, but deeper there is so
much more. But have they, any of them, ever stopped just once to think of my feelings? I doubt it. Except maybe
Ryou himself. Sometimes, when I'm beating him and he's barely conscious, he'll give me this smile, like he
understands. And it drives me mad. How can *he* possibly understand me?! Its ridiculous. But, he tries.... he does
try. I'll give him that. I could beat him to the point of death and he'd still have compassion for me. That's just the
kind of person he is. I don't understand it... I think he's too weak. But its nice to be on the receiving end instead of
offering compassion and watch it slap you in the face. I had a hard life back in Egypt, one that Pharaoh would never
dream of, which turned me into the one I am today. 3,000 years in the Ring didn't help much either. And yet Ryou
has also had a hard life, and he still tries to see the good in people and is a nice person. I call him a weakling, but
in many ways he is stronger than I could ever be. I was a thief, an outcast, a nothing. But that was in my past life.
Now I am extremely blessed to have Ryou by my side.
Mokuba POV
Everyone thinks they know me. I'm supposedly so transparent, innocent, and kind. And I suppose I do still retain
much of my innocence, mostly from being saved from a lot of torture and heartache because Seto took most of that
for me. And yet I'm not nearly as innocent as people think I am. I can feel anger and hatred too, and I do feel them.
I've grown up too fast, yet people are still treating me like they expect me to still be a carefree child. I am no
longer a child. Maybe physically, but mentally, I no longer resemble the happy child I once was. My experiences
have changed me. How could they not? I don't see how someone could go through the life experiences I did and not
be changed. Yes, I feel emotions like hate and anger, I've just become very good at masking them. Seto is not the
only one who wears a mask. Though sometimes, I think he's sees through mine, just as I can see through his mask
to the heart that not many others can. He understands my emotions better than anyone, and so in a way, I suppose
he's the only one I'm really close to as well. If I ever told anyone else of this rage that I feel, they wouldn't
understand. I'm sure they would wonder how someone as young as me could feel such anger and pain. But, its
there, I cannot deny or change that fact. And I have only one person that understands, only one person who I can
trust to understand, and that's worth all the money that we could ever have.
*I know that this chapter is probably not as good as the first, but finals sucked up a good portion of my creativeness.(*_*) I'll try to make the next ch better. Please review! ^_^ & thank you to everyone who reviewed for Ch 1!*