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StormySkys
Spyder Webb
Darkest Illusions

SUMMARY: A god has never tasted dirt before, because a god sits in his throne in heaven for all eternity. But when you fall for god, all you want is for the god to see you as an equal. And to do that you have to bring about their fall even if they have to taste dirt for the first time.

DISCLAIMER: ME NO OWN YGO NOR THE SONG FORGOTTEN BY JIMMY GONZALES.

WARNINGS: YAOI (BOYxBOY) DARKSHIPPING (BAKURAxYAMI) NO LIKE THAN LEAVE!

CHAPTER 2

You there, yes you. You with a heart, which beats in your chest, pumping blood throughout your body so that you might live, yes, I am speaking of you. You with a heart that tells you what is right and what is wrong so that you may never be an evildoer, so that you may always choose what is right, and what is moral. Be thankful for that heart. A heart that so many emotions may bloom from, love, hate, rage, be thankful for that.

Because I have no heart; I did once, but that was a long time ago. Darkness has surrounded my heart, engulfing it in its shadows. My heart that once beat, lays dormant within my chest. Blood, has somehow found a way to flow throughout my body; so that I may live, so that I may go through this torture. This heart knows neither evil nor good, and this heart cannot feel. I cannot know the wonders of love again, nor can I know what it feels like to truly hate someone. Nor can I ever know what it means to be in so much pain that it swallows your whole being. I can never know these emotions again. I have no heart because I tore it from my chest and gave it away.

This black heart of mine is in your hands, for you to hold or to break. This broken black heart has been tossed away by your hands like yesterday's trash. So, now I search through the endless nights, searching for the remains of my shattered heart, searching for some remains of me. While you sit upon your throne, gazing at me mockingly as I blindly search for what was once mine, for what will hopefully complete me again. Yet I know deep within this hollow shell of mine that even if I do find those pieces of me, only you will complete me.

Only a god can complete me, but I shall forever remain incomplete because the only god that can complete me looks down upon me. Looks at me like I'm inferior to you, looks at me like I'm dirt. For I am only a lowly peasant, and you are a pharaoh, you control me. Yet, I have yet to fully submit myself to you, my heart I have submitted, my body, but not my soul. No, I still have half of my soul, the other half of it, thankfully, does not belong to you, but to my light, my hikari, Ryou.

But I have not forgotten the vow I have made to myself, the day that everything changed. The day that I was locked away in this ring, where I have waited in the darkness for someone to free me. I have vowed to myself that I would dethrone you. And I will, even if I loose my soul in the process.

You may say that a thief does not deserve love and a pharaoh is above love, but I say, "Even pharaohs have hearts, and with that heart they are bound. But a thief, a thief has no heart, and is not bound by anything; so that they may be able to steal the hearts of those who have one."

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Bakura strolled passed a rich looking lady, quietly stealing her wallet. He slowly walked to the next intersection, merging with the throng of people who were waiting to cross the street. A shrill cry made it into his ears, and the sound of someone screaming, "Someone stole my wallet!" in the early afternoon sounded like music to the ex-thief's ears. He couldn't help but smirk as he felt the weight of the Prada wallet in his hands, while he walked the busy sidewalks of Domino.

Spotting a small store, the white haired male entered in hopes that they sold tobacco. Tiny bells rang above his head as he opened the door, but he ignored them as he spotted a pack of cigarettes behind the counter. Quickly pacing towards the counter, he waited impatiently as a store clerk came scurrying to provide some service to the customer.

"I'm so sorry sir," the store clerk stated, pushing his glass spectacles a little further towards his dull grey eyes. Ebony hair was neatly tied back into a ponytail and an amiable smile engraved on his chiseled face. His name tag read, Enjoji.

"Hn. Give me a pack of those cigarettes," replied Bakura taking out the black wallet.

"May I see your id sir?" asked the man.

People these days! They actually have laws on how old you should be when you smoke or drink! And those cameras that watch you like a hawk make it much harder to steal these days, but they haven't caught me yet!

"Look, I need a smoke now," growled the angered teen.

Maybe a nice fortune could help him decide to give me a pack of cigarettes, thought the teen. Bakura felt at the back of his pants pocket, searching for the pocket knife that he had found so handy, but could not find it. A scowl marred his perfect features as he glared at the man behind the counter.

"I'm sorry sir, but I cannot sell to under aged persons," apologized the older man, Enjoji.

The ringing of the bells caused Bakura to shift his attention, when he noticed a familiar mass of hair. A blush stained Enjoji's face as he gawked openly at the newcomer, and the scowl that was on the thief's face deepened.

"Pharaoh," he spat as he recognized the new customer.

"Tomb robber," spat the ex-pharaoh equally.

"Its tomb robber-sama to you," replied the ex-king of thieves.

"Y-Yami," Enjoji stammered.

But the duo ignored him as they continued their ceaseless arguing.

"Skipping school pharaoh?" asked the thief.

"There's only an hour left robber," answered the tri colored haired owner.

"Ah, but who would've of thought that the moral pharaoh would do such a thing?" mocked Bakura.

"Shut up!"

"I don't take orders from the likes of you."

"You're a conceited thief!"

"You're an arrogant asshole!"

"Fuck you!"

"I know you'd like that wouldn't you pharaoh?"

"Ra, forgive me," mumbled Yami as he attacked the other.

Bakura replied wringing his hands around the other's neck. Cruel words left their mouths, saliva spewing into the air and onto the other's face. They backed away from each other and then continued to shout at each other.

"Y-Yami-san," mumbled the clerk as he watched the two yell at each other. Curses left the white haired man and equally foul words left the pharaoh.

"Shut up pharaoh, and you, you give me a fucking pack of cigarettes before I send you to the afterlife," shouted Bakura as he stalked off to where they had some alcohol.

He opened the door, grabbed a six-pack of Miller Light, walked over behind the counter, grabbed a pack of cigs and a lighter then left the store, unable to take much of the arrogant spirit.

"Hey Yami, thanks for paying," stated the white haired man. The ringing of the bells echoed behind him declaring that he had exited the building before the other teen could reply.

Ripping the box open, Bakura grabbed a can and started to consume them as he made his way to the park. After finishing the can of liquor he threw it carelessly on the sidewalk, littering. The same thing happened with three other cans of Miller Light before he finally reached his destination.

He spotted a sign that read, "NO ALCOHOL." Nevertheless, he ignored it as he took out his fifth can. He looked around, only spotting a young couple listening to music, and then casually drank his beer. He walked towards the swings on the hill that had a large oak tree behind it. Once again he littered as he made his way there.

Approaching the swings, Bakura placed the remaining beverage by the tree, and then took out a cig and the lighter. He waited until some smoke came before he placed the lighter into his pocket. He then started to swing.

"There was a time when all was perfect, no worries, but now that's blurry. We had something no one had, but it's all gone now, ain't that so sad. He came along, took you away, he opened his arms wide, and there you stayed. You smiled and waved good bye and for the last time I looked in your eyes. Love can fade, can break away, can be forgotten, but not replaced. You might lose hope. You might lose faith. But don't throw it all away cuz you're afraid," came a song from the boom box belonging to the couple that he spotted earlier.

"Now all I ask is for him to care. For him to treat you like I were always there. But please don't love him; come back to me. I'm begging you; I'm on my knees. Please don't forget, all the times we spent, and all the places we saw and went. You were so happy. What did I do wrong? Was I not good enough all along? Love can fade, can break away, can be forgotten, but not replaced. You might lose hope. You might lose faith, but don't throw it all away cuz you're afraid," the song continued.

Bakura came to a stop, and stared towards the Kaiba Corp building. Brown eyes flickered to life, portraying emotion for a split second before resuming its natural impassiveness.

"Feh, I cried all the tears I had in that one night. Sappy love songs won't break me, no; I'm not a weakling that displays emotion so easily."

"Didn't know that the great tomb robber-sama could cry," spoke a voice that was starting to grate on the teen's nerves.

"It was a long time ago pharaoh. I cried over a love that faded and is now forgotten by everyone but me," replied Bakura.

"I thought you didn't believe in love," Yami said, a can of Miller Light in his hand.

"No, at first I didn't, but he changed all that," whispered Bakura as he turned around to face the person he was talking to.

He spotted the can of liquor in the other's hand and his chocolate orbs darkened.

"Dammit, that was the last can," growled Bakura.

"Hey I paid for it didn't I?" questioned Yami.

Bakura's scowl reappeared on his face as he walked menacingly towards the other. He placed his hand around Yami's and brought the container to his lips. He quickly gulped down some of the liquid before wiping his lips with his arm. The ex-thief leaned over, placing his lips above the Game King's ear and whispered, "Just a reminder, you're gay." Then he headed down the hill, leaving a flustered yet infuriated Yami.

"You bastard, I'm not gay!" shouted Yami at the retreating figure who just waved good bye in reply.

Yami stared at the can of beer as he leaned against the large tree.

"At least I don't think I'm gay," he whispered as he blushed, taking a sip of the liquid and listened to the thumping of his heart.

XxXxX

"'People complain because roses have thorns, yet I am thankful that thorns have roses.' To quote Alphonse Karr," a man stated as he picked up a red rose, pricking his finger on a thorn. He ignored it, as he continued to speak.

"Love is very much like a rose, beautiful to behold but dangerous to those who may happen to touch it. A thorn is like a heartbreaker and the petals like a heart, so very easy to break," and the speaker closed his hand around the rose's petals, the petals quickly breaking.

"Thorns on a rose may prick your finger causing it to bleed, but the thorn in a relationship, the one who causes the hurt, breaks the other's heart causing it to bleed internally, until someone can heal it. Sometimes though, the only one who is capable of healing the wound is the one who inflicted the pain. No matter who heals the wound though, a scar will forever remain."

"Is he capable of healing the wound he inflicted, even if he thought…" another person, a female to beexact, trailed.

"The wound has already scarred, but the heart is dead. You can't heal the dead."

"No, the heart can never die; it's just in a comatose state right now. He can bring this heart back from the darkness that it faces. He can bring this heart back to life."

"That is only if they don't make the same mistakes again."

"Ah, people usually repeat the same mistake over and over again, but I have a feeling things won't follow the same path as the past."

"What path are you talking about? Paths can only be made by moving forward, and these two are hardly progressing."

"Have patience, these two will make it. Just wait and they'll prove you wrong."

"They don't mix. I told you that a long time ago, and they proved me right."

"That is in the past, but didn't you know? Opposites tend to hate each other, but when they love, they love passionately. Plus even opposites have similarities."

"This is all a game to you isn't it?"

"Of course not, it's entertainment that will keep me entertained for a while."

A sigh escaped the other speaker as he watched the objects of their conversation.

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