Duels of the Heart

Author's Notes:

Yeah... no internet still...

Warnings/Notes: Yaoi... darkfic... same crap.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Summary: Can't you just for once close the curtains and stop acting just for once? Just for me?

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Side note: I'm listening to Voice, YGO's 3rd opening, just wondering, is it normal to listen to a cheery happy song while writing a dark fiction? . -- . didn't think so... Man, I suck...

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Acting...

Acting can be a form of entertainment, or it can be the form of one's very own life. Yet, your acting is not entertainment, it is the pain and suffering, the reality that will never come to exist in your eyes. 1

You act because you feel that, if that one thing you desire can never happen, you yourself will never happen. You don't act for people's enjoyment, you act for the torment that will surface from our depths, and you enjoy that torment.

Is your life all really so dependant on acting? A complex game you designed for yourself, for your life? That you can only figure out and win for yourself? Ever since I met you, I had strived to figure out your game. It was my goal, it was my life... No one sees how I am so dependant on you. I don't have anything to live for except to protect my friends. But you actually give me a reason to continue to live on in this cruel world. You, my rival, has given me something no one else can give me. You gave me hope, courage, and even life. You made me what I am now, you made and helped me in ways no one else can hardly understand how. But with you increasingly getting busier and busier with your acting, I wonder, will you have any roles left for me in your game?

I cry in your hand that has remained on my face, and wonder again how long we had stayed in this position. How long you had whispered words to me, how long you had actually tried to comfort me. I still don't look up, my eyes burning from the overflowing tears you desperately try to wipe away. My body feels numb, but it doesn't block the warmth of your body holding and cradling mine. I vaguely wonder why you are doing this, before I allow myself to fall asleep in your arms, and fall in love with you once more.

"...my fallen angel, cry to me..."

And those were the words that were ushered from your lips, the same words I treasured, and the same words I despised.

My heart broke that moment once again, but I do not worry, for I know, I'll fall in love with you once more.

So until then, let me cry silently as I sleep in the arms of the one I hate, and the one I love so dearly.

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1 . Damn that is one damn confusing sentence. I have no idea what that meant when I typed it, in fact, I still don't know. --;

Sowwie... I know, short chapter, but I know a lot of people wrote stories about life being a game. I didn't want to be like them... and write a chapter someone has already read/seen, so I added acting in it but it didn't help very much, so it's short.... I apologize, but the next chapter is much longer! .;;; Eh heh heh...