HATE
By Silently Broken
Warnings: Ryou is acting rather OCC, so if you prefer to think of Ryou as unable to murder someone in cold blood leave please. Kind of violent, you know? And death.
Disclaimer: Don't own yugioh. Thank you.
''thoughts
""spoken
There was hate in his mind. There was agony, loathing, terror, anxiety, guilt, rage, vengeance, and nervousness in his mind too. But there was mostly hate. Four burning letters in his mind. HATE. He tensed. There he was, rounding the corner. HATE. There it was again. The word. It was as if a broken record was playing in his mind, echoing and echoing again. HATE. He HATED the pale hair, the dark brown eyes, the pale skin, all of which was so similar to his own, yet so different. HATE. There it was again. HATE. Now the boy was rounding the corner. HATE. This was it. HATE. He plunged the weapon into the soft flesh, while the blood oozed out of the fatal wound. The boy had his head down and seemed to be thinking deeply. Now he would never think and again and would never hear that broken record in his mind. HATE.
Bakura shot up in bed breathing deeply. 'It was just a dream, it was just a dream' He repeated to himself. He looked down at his hands. 'Yet it felt so real.' He thought. Shaking his head, as if to get rid of troublesome memories he rolled over, out of bed to the bathroom. He was thinking so deeply about this strange dream, he never noticed the figure around the corner, hands raised high above his head, a knife in his raised hands ready to be brought down upon the unsuspecting victim. "HATE." Ryou whispered as he brought down the knife on Bakura's head.
Did you get it? Ryou hated Bakura so he killed him. Poor Ryou and poor Bakura. Sniff. I have to stop killing off my favorite characters.
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