Shattered Soul
A/N: I am so fed up with this cold weather here in New York. Ugh. Anyway, here's the Katsuya chapter, with all its foul-mouthed goodness. :)
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Oh my god the kid's gone round the bend.
He's crazy, man, fuckin' crazy, just sittin' there and staring
with big sad eyes.
Or is he lonely
Time's repeatin' itself, loopin' back
turnin' this poor kid into a taller older white haired friend I once had
That friend is gone now. Dead.
He fuckin' killed himself.
And I was relieved, dammit, how could I be relieved how could I
Ryou
I don't like to think about it but Mokuba's makin' me... The
kid's more like him every day jesus christ it can't happen again
Not again.
I can't make that choice again, can't be forced 'cause I know...
'Cause I know that if I do,
I'll turn my back on Mokuba. Hey,
if I have to I'll do it, but
brown eyes white hair a friendly smile as the spring breeze blew gently
I almost don't want to. I'm scared-
No. Not scared. I just can't,
and it was the last time I saw him alive
just won't leave this kid to Ryou's fate he didn't kill anyone like Ryou did
But they're so alike, so alike it's weird.
So I'm slowly turnin' away, slowly, slowly.
Can't let him see it.
black hair grey eyes a friendly smile when he sees me in the park
I don't answer
god dammit but that kid's nice.
Katsuya is going to be a little nicer in this story, because... Well, just because! (It'll come out over time, why he's being nicer.) Katsuya's kind of fun to write; his consciousness isn't too bright, but his subconscious is. Hopefully, I'll update this soon. :)
