Shattered Soul
A/N: Wow, I'm going to town writing the Kaibas' points of view lately. This is a Seto chapter. (On a completely unrelated note, is anyone else here appalled at the price of clothing, especially in New York? I haven't been able to find good inexpensive clothing- it's all just too damn expensive!)
If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, I wouldn't have just put on re-runs here in the US. I also wouldn't let 4Kids mangle it...
Gozaburo...
Closing on me,
closing on me, his hand grabs me...
Grabs me and pulls me down, holds me down,
and the other...
The other starts...
taking
...off my clothes, no, not this! Not this nightmare again...
I'm trapped within a dream,
an ethereal prison made of my own screams.
Made of my own guilt over
over the one I loved and love still, over Ryou. Guilt that I never saved him, never
could talk him out of it and in
to coming with me. He needed love and I never gave it to him.
I'm guilty- guilty!
As guilty as Gozaburo, guilty of withholding love until
until it killed someone.
Noa and Ryou.
Do we all kill the ones we love?
(Was Gozaburo even capable of love?)
Love
is a type of murder that should never be practiced.
I know this now.
Its dark vortex pulls both lovers in, suffocating them, driving them mad.
They die in the end, hating each other and themselves, hating their-
"Seto? Big brother?"
their life, their world...
"Seto, Noa's crying. He wants to come back. Please?"
Their minds
are merely destroyed in the process.
I feel bad for Seto. Seriously, whenever I watch the show, I just want to tell him to relax (or push him into a bedroom with whichever character he looks good with in that particular arc; that's only when I'm feeling like a truly evil authoress :D). And yes, Mokuba is talking to Noa, actually. He's not crazy. This will be explained sometime soon, if I haven't explained it already and forgotten.
