Shattered Soul
A/N: Okay, this story has been moving along really slowly, and I'm sorry about that. It's just that this annoying combination of excessive schoolwork and writer's block has been preventing me from getting any of my fanfictions done! Hopefully, I will pick up the pace... :)
This is a Yuugi chapter, and no, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Sadly.
Love letter...
Flowers in a vase, set
by my bed, smelling sweet- so sweet as spring does-
signed with a note...
Kisses, "I miss you"...
I'm in love. I'm in love and I'm so happy and I'm so oblivious
too oblivious?
to the world but I don't care, I can't care. I
I know this sounds selfish but I simply won't care. I refuse to!
Maybe this is a flower in a vase,
cut off too soon and doomed to die. Maybe it'll never work. No one falls in love
with what is really themself, a darker half.
But I did.
Or is this just narcissism, elevated to a whole new level and
now glorified, as
well, hey, something much more pure than it really is. My Pharaoh,
my Atemu tells me he loves me, and so often.
It must work, it needs to.
I've seen what happens when it doesn't.
I hate remembering, but I've seen. Years ago,
a boy who might have been my friend... His name was...
Ryou! Ryou Bakura.
It didn't work. He was truly
an ill-fated flower in his vase, and as ill-fated flowers do,
died.
The flower by my bed, the note, the kisses...
What do they mean, or are they all pretty lies?
My Atemu appears,
stronger and (I know) smarter than I am
takes me in his arms and it feels too good to be a lie.
So maybe
Maybe I'm just thinking too much. I'd rather be oblivious
when oblivion is this warm and lovely.
Poor Yuugi, what happened to Ryou last story sort of ruined the whole love thing for him... Hopefully he'll get a bit happier over the course of the story, but I don't know. I actually surprise myself every time I write this. ...Is that normal:)
