Disclaimer: Yeah, she's just received all rights to YGO/ sarcasm
Relationship: AmeldaAnzuKaiba
POV: First person perspective
Warning(s): Short! I wrote this pretty quickly. It was requested and I thought 'Huh…' and the next thing you know, I'm typing this out. It shouldn't be too awful, though. Again, no death. Turns out there is one somewhat bad word near the end, though
A/N: Requested by and dedicated to the wonderful Cerulean San. I'll see about your other request in a few chapters, C-san. I don't want to over-do Anzu-centric triangles. The others would feel left out. (Others: No we wouldn't!)
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In a way, it sort of makes sense.
For years I blamed him and his company for ruining my life. I blamed him for destroying my home. My brother's death was his fault. Anything and everything wrong in the world I could immediately pin on to my list of reasons to hate Seto Kaiba.
And why not? So maybe he did grow up hard the way I did. But look where he is, where I am. One of the most important business names in the world is under his control. I'm a glorified rebel fighter. He's always had his little brother to help him get through it. I saw mine die in a burst of flames when he supposed to have been rescued. It was all Kaiba's fault; he was to blame.
Well, that's what I thought.
I was wrong; I was deceived. That much, I'll admit.
But, oh, how easily those old familiar feelings rush back. How simple it is to fall back into the gut-twisting hatred as I watch from the shadows. Of course, I guess this is nothing new to feel towards the person holding the woman you want for your own in his arms.
I don't know when or how. It doesn't add up in my mind. It just is, plain and simple. I want her for myself, and that's that. Soft, curving figure that flows like a fresh water stream. Voice that holds and doesn't let go, and words that dance in one's mind. Startling azure eyes that can comfort and encourage and terrorize almost at once.
Anzu Mazaki.
She's the one I want.
She's the one I can't have.
Why not? Because he has her. That really doesn't add up either, and I mean really. How in the seven levels of hell could they possibly wind up together? I can't help but smile sickly: what did the blonde punk have to say about it?
They're kissing. I don't want to see that. Simple solution- I turn and I leave. Parks aren't really my thing anyway. There's nothing here for me.
I think I'll go start a new list.
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Amelda: … I'm not even going to dignify this with a comment #leaves#
Anzu: I thought you were going to spread everyone out to avoid clumping and favoritism and such
Dustbunny: But C-san requested it! The plot bunny bit my poor finger! I couldn't help it! XP
Marshmallow: What do we want? Reviews! When do we want 'em? Eh, whenever's good for you