{ ok this was just something random i found in my notebook earlier today.. I dont even remember writing it but anyways, I thought id put it up and see if it was liked by anyone. If its wrong about everything, feel free to tell me lol. one shot.. probably}
My Angel Ryou's POV ( kinda)
I sat at my desk, letting my mind control my hand. Writing down my inner emotions. Half the information on the page was a mystery to me, though i should be able to understand. I was writing a letter, another letter. This writing had been happening at random times throuout the past year, for no apparent reason. The only ones I could come up with was that I had gone mad..or been possessed.. I decided on the first. my eyes followed my hand across the page. The writing was jerky, almost un-readable at some points. Maybe I wasn't meant to read it. I was confused.
( [letter] )
[Where are you dear sister? Where have you gone? You have left me alone in this world. Alone with no one. I miss you. Maybe if you had not gone, I would not be doing the crazy things that I am about to do. Maybe this pain would have looked past me, unnoticed. If you were still here, would father have given YOU this ring? This curse hanging forever around my neck.No, I shouldn't think that. You deserve much better. You deserve the treatment of an angel..for I think that God made a mistake putting you here on this miserable earth. You deserve none less than the best any king could give. I wonder when I will see you again. Tonight? perhaps? if all goes well. If I can leave this earth behind. Is that the only way? it frightens me.. the thought of my life slowly slipping out of me, spilling down my arms and onto the floor. Staining it with crimson energy. If I have the chance. For if I succeed in what I am about to do, no one will every have to listen to my miserable thoughts or be hurt by this monster living inside my head. ]
{I can hear everything your thinking Ryou}
The voice disturbed my concentration. It was Bakura..but he didn't give a damn about anything I was going to do. Now that he had his own body, I was nothing to him. I thought we had shared something. A special bond from both using my body. Stupid. How could I be so stupid. I went back to the letter. If he wanted to hear this, that was his own damn fault. He liked this stuff anyways..how could I have forgotten. He would rather have me dead.
[I long to hear your voice. It embraces me with a certain warmth I cannot find spewing from any other source. It quiets the demons of my mind. I can still remember when I was little, and no one was allowed to play with me. Their parents were all so afraid, after the incident in the sandbox when I was 5. I didn't mean to separate the kids soul from his body. I didn't even know how it had happened. All I knew is that I could see both. His motionless form lying in a ball near the corner of the box. And his spirit trying to enter back into it...but being pushed away by some invisible force each time. He was crying. He tried to get comfort from his parents, but the were oblivious to his pale spirit. He must have been terrified. You would do anything to cheer me up. Demon child they called me..or Spawn of Satan. You could quiet them with just a look. I recalled your eyes. They sparkled like the most beautiful gems when you were happy, but when you were sad, it was something to compared the vast oceans to. I guess, Amane, what I am trying to say in this letter is that I miss you more dearly than I would miss oxygen, should my lungs be deprived of it. I love you dear sister. This shall be the last time I try to contact you from this place. I will be with you once again..just a short while.
With love,
Your dear brother Ryou ]
With that, Ryou's head hit the desk, and all "plans" he might have had were postponed, at least until the morning.
{ ok tell me what you think.. try not to be too harsh if your gunna flame thanks for at least giving this story a chance!}