Author: Vapidbreath
Disclaimer: I do not own YGO or any other anime.
Type: Continuation and angst.
Warnings(s): One-sided mention of incest, suicide, and male attraction to another male.
Author's note(s): This is part two of Maybe I'll Never Know. I know it is very short. I have a hard time writing longer stories. It will be in Bakura's POV. Please review and any and all suggestions are welcome. Also please check out my other stories. I would like to know if anyone would like a sequel, part two, or continuation of Yokuba Na Ikari 2, Twisted, or a prequel or sequel to Pretending or is This Real. Thank you.
Maybe You Should Have Known
Intelligent, pure, innocent, beautiful, and light. Everything I loved, hated, and envied about him. Everything I wasn't.
I was the complete opposite. I was pure evil. I detested the world and every living being. Except him. I was far from innocent. I was tainted. I shed innocent blood. I stole from the good. I destroyed those who believed I loved them. I was Hell in solid form.
I even hurt him. I beat him, yelled at him, and ignored him. I show the feeling I had for him. I knew that in the end I'd just hurt him. I was only good for hurting others and being hurt.
Just like Uncle Shiseiji told me. Every time he beat and raped me, he told me what I was good for. I let him use and abuse me so that he wouldn't hurt the only person I truly loved. I will never regret protecting him.
That morning I faked being sick. I watched you get ready for school. You smiled at me and walked out the door. Your smile always made my body feel warm. I always felt at peace when I saw your brown orbs.
When father went to work I grabbed the envelope I had already closed and set it on your bed. I went to the bathroom and ran warm water. I grabbed one of my razors and set it beside the tub. I stripped myself of my clothes and got into the warming water.
For a while I just lay there. Thinking of Heaven and Hell. Thinking about you. Minutes passed before I grabbed the razor. I brought it to my wrist, watching the contrast of cold silver to warm pale skin. Slowly, I pressed downward before dragging the blade across my skin.
I groaned at the burning sensation that made its way up my arm. After a second I repeated the process on my other wrist, dropping the razor on the ground.
My thoughts faded into nothing. Darkness clouded my vision. My body felt numb. I was slowly dying and had no control.
The only thing I regret about doing what I did is that I never found out how you felt.
Maybe I'll never know.
Dear Ryou:
You are the light that dared to invade my darkness and eventually broke down a small part of the barrier around my heart. I love you more than any man should love his brother and I am forever sorry for the pain I have brought upon you. Your forgiveness is too much for me to ask of, let alone the love I crave from you. So, instead I ask you to forget the person I was and remember me as the person I always wanted to be.
Love,
Your Brother- Bakura
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