Indescribable
The rain poured, and I was left alone to wonder about what I truly feel. It was just wrong to felt anything but strong hatred towards him—but whenever he's around, I feel something else behind the hatred. Something indescribable, and it made me feel so blithe and yet so disgustingly sinful. The soft tapping of the raindrops on the windowsill soothed only some of my anxiety. Some still lingered on inside me.
Suddenly, a wicked thought crossed my mind. I tensed, and a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around my shoulders. Strands of blonde hair came into my view, and the familiar fragrance of my younger sister's perfumed shampoo drifted in the air. Tightening her hug, she gave me a modest peck on the cheek before asking softly, "What's on your mind?"
I didn't respond… I didn't want to respond. She would only give me that wistful look of hers that reminded me of her relationship with him. Letting her arms stay around my shoulders, I dared not ask her how she escaped his trap. I was so afraid that she would just look away, and then tell me that she's still ensnared in the same trap that I'm ensnared in. How many nights had I heard her crying over him, whispering harsh things, all because of all that she felt for him? It was such strong evidence that she isn't over him… or that she might never be.
I used to hate it when she cried. When I hear her quiet sobs, I wanted to wrap my arms around her, comfort her, telling her what an asshole he really was, and to forget him. When I did, softly, she shook her head slowly, denying the misery that her tears showed. In her eyes, I saw past the façade she tries so hard to keep alive, and past all the tears she thinks conceals her feelings so.
Sometimes I caught a glimmer of deep longing…
… Forbidden and immoral desires…
… Penetrating hurt…
… Betrayal…
… Confusion…
… A growing hatred but a stronger love.
And I hated seeing her twisted affections for him. She both hated and loved him. She was both fascinated and disgusted by him. Her relationship with him was atrocious, but it was wickedness and sin that makes it seem so wonderful and beautiful… It felt both so wrong and right.
Quietly, she'd admit that she hated that she loved him, and few seconds later, confessed that she hated more that she hated loving him. More then ever, I understood that feeling now, but…
My hatred for him is still, and forever will be, stronger then any lust… or love… that I may have for Bakura. That, I know for sure.
The End
I, obviously, do not own any characters from the animanga Yuugiou; however, Khepri does belong to me. As I have stated in my summary, this is dedicated to the very special Maneshi, whose birthday is today. This was inspired by an old one-shot that I found on my computer, which had a Atemu x Bakura x Khepri pairing, and was rewritten in a cleaner and simpler way.
Criticism and flames are more then welcomed—they are expected! Many apologies to Maneshi, who probably would've wanted fluff, but I cannot write any sort of fluff. Also many apologies for how rushed this piece of drabble seems, it was a work done at last moment.
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