A/N: I decided to end this on a (sort of) positive note...so I wrote a Bakura POV about the same thing. Hope everyone likes! Please R&R!
The Beautiful Fool
Fool 2: The Thief of Love
Thieves are the only type of people who can unknowingly steal a person's heart. I know this from experience. You see, I am a thief. I am such a good, in fact, that I was able to skillfully capture the heart and soul of my very own host and not even be aware of it. My little fool looked past my rough personality and somewhere, deep down, found a heart. He is the only idiot alive that would be able to do something so seemingly impossible.
I think he knows that I know. But he would never ask. He's a shy little fool – a beautiful fool, but a fool nonetheless – who could never work up the courage to even begin to wonder what I would think of him if I knew. Like a said, he's a fool.
He's my fool.
Rather predictable for me, a thief, to call him my own. But he is. He's my host; my vessel. He's mine and he knows that very well. I think that it scares him sometimes. Though, deep down, he knows I never would, I think he sometimes believes that I will hurt him. Because, in his mind, he is merely a possession (which he his) that I will use and throw away like an old rag doll.
But he should be smart enough to know, at least, that if he pains, I pain. Whatever he feels, I feel equally and then some. That is why it both physically and mentally torments me to be so cruel to him. But I continue to act this way, despite that, because if I didn't then he would know how I felt.
How I love him.
And how I grieve because our love can never be.
The End (for real)
You're a fool and I'm a thief
And we're in love, or want to be
I stole your heart and you have mine
But somehow things won't turn out fine
'Cause you're a fool; I'm just a thief
Things will never be what we want them to be
We've gone too long with lying
Now it's too late to be trying
You're only my fool
...And I'm only your thief.
A/N: And that's all. Yes, I know it was short but I feel that was all it needed. Oh, and that poem at the end was written especially by me for this fic...so nobody think of stealing it! Please review!
