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I'll be on my knees.

Begging for every moment to be erased,

Maybe hope that you'd be,

Able to catch me before…

Sold Love

It rained, and it seems to be raining for me. It felt as if it was crying for me.

My only precious soul that I wanted to protect disappeared, because I lost the key to its heart. I loved him, I need him- but I never told him.

He was pretty silent during the week.

I've noticed, still I never asked, but I still cared.

Why can't someone tell me how?

I'm not smart- no, I'm not smart at all.

I wanted to reach out, but I didn't know how.

I didn't know anything.

The funeral was dark, even with the atmosphere filled with people in black, people in masks and tears that will only cry this day. What was the point? If they were to forget him anyway- why were they all here?

Fuck.

Why did you leave me here? With these filthy people you know I can't be with.

Ever since then my eyes shined.

With vengeance and murder, gambles and homicides of silent nights and gunshots-

All I wanted was to make me feel living among them.

The two men were my first, and with my money anything was to be done.

His company then next, his every workers were soon to be doomed- along with their family and children. I showed no mercy.

There is no mercy in life.

I've received papers about the people and their families, their information even the police can't search.

This was actually my desire of lust, a certain emptiness without him was to be filled in any way.

I've honestly lost count. You were probably one of my twentieth.

But the moment I met you- I knew you would be my last.

The idiot who sold you was no different from any other idiots, people who preferred on something that would never last, than the immortal soul.

Pathetic, and unnoticed- this process was simple.

Then you would cry.

Those tears that would make a river, the place for me to sleep in and rest- if I can catch all your tears, I would keep them in a bottle and watch them grow.

They were beautiful, like how you would smile, I couldn't possible describe it in words.

'You are nothing but trash, filthy and unworthy.'

It was wrong for me to think that way. Since without you, I wouldn't be here.

How unworthy would I be?

Bakura's body seems to cover you away from me. Like a distraction, or even temptation- you'd disappear from me. I didn't want you leaving, but my body never knew how to ask, how to earn you back.

Won't you tell me?

Listen to me and cry for me?

…don't leave. Not again.

There was a point in my life.

When I'd just lie on my bed restlessly, stare at the blank ceiling and the marks of brokenness.

Then I would slowly close my eyes, trying my very best not to fall asleep- but every time I'd look beyond, the same surface, only in black it'll show crimson bloodstains.

My arm would usually go up, to that empty space and start to move- wiping the nothingness, but the blood that will be erased.

Out of courage I opened my eyes and nothing, no blood, no scars would be on that blank wall. This moment was after he was finally sent to prison.

I knew I smiled.

In relief or self pity but I didn't care, it was for me.

My arms supported me and had me sit, even from the heavy shoulders of the scary pressure. To the left of me was a window and even from where I was sitting I saw everything beyond it.

No- not the reflection of this room, this cage- but the vast world behind it, the city lights and the new world I can discover without the monster in my life.

A sudden thought- a dash of tears,

What if I die the next day?

The starless night seems to tell me the weather of tomorrow- Another day without the sun shining through.

Who's going to take care of him? Pay for him, feed him?

Where will he go? What will happen to him? How will he-

'I' soon disappeared. 'I' didn't matter, but only him.

But now-

He's gone.

The monster that killed me and had me living death,

The monster that rush all the blood out of my wrists,

The monster that'd slowly erase me away,

The day I was sent to Seto, he died on the same night I first drank with him, smoked and talked with him ever since-

He was right there, right next to me and now he's not even living.

I searched through in me, hoping to find his aura but it was gone- dominated and flew away from me.

What am I going to do…?

As he disappeared, I appeared. From his existence, I died and from his death I existed.

Unnoticed, but now I'm found-

But did I want to be…?

"Jou,"

He called out my name. Thank god, I must be here now.

I opened my eyes.

"Take some medicine-"

It was Bakura.

But I truly wanted- I really wanted-

He handed me a cup of water and small yellow pills.

"Painkillers."

He explained, I smiled in thanks and slowly drank the pain down little by little.

"What happened?"

He spoke slowly, allowing me to think and look back only through the parts I remembered.

"I-I met Mokuba."

I almost shuddered.

It was actually an 'honor' to meet him. His living yellow flowers stood by near him and his brother watching over him everyday.

He'd probably like that. My father, monster, and dad- he'd want that too.

"Stop Jou- Stop pushing yourself, I don't want to know anyway."

"Uh, I just-"

Bakura smiled and helped me sit from the bed as I lean on the wall.

"You want me to take you back there, or no?"

I wanted to go back. No matter how generous Bakura is I still wanted him back.

Was this lust…love, desire…hope?

"You don't have to."

I didn't. He's probably mad at me. He wouldn't want me back.

"You don't mind if I,"

I paused, maybe I should just go back, he'd be more mad if I-

"No. I don't."

He smiled. I smiled with him. I didn't want to push myself.

"Kura?"

"What kind of name is that?"

"I don't know. Short for Bakura, I guess."

He laughed and I called him that ever since.

It's hard to shorten 'Seto'.

It sounds weird if I say 'Set' and he'd just yell at me or something.

Speaking of Seto, I didn't go back for about three days now.

Nothing, and I mean nothing was heard about him. Kura hated to bring him up and wanted me to somehow forget about him.

But never, even a second was he ever off my mind.

Then he appeared.

I wasn't even sure if he was real.

Just one touch- I wanted one touch on his face and maybe I'll just vanish away with him.

"S-Seto,"

His face was warm, like how his lips were.

He smiled but I feared him.

I took a step back. I did only one thing that was clear on my mind.

"B-Bakura! Bakura!"

I called out the name, but Bakura didn't come. I thought I was seeing things, I thought he'd disappear but he didn't, now with such a weak look on his face. His blue eyes were slowly turning grey, showing sympathy and dried tears.

Why are you here? So late, so late, why did you come right now?

His hands moved, against my cheeks, my tearing eyes, held me close and felt as if he would never let go.

He held me, into his whole body where I know I fit perfectly, secured and safe right under his breath.

I wait for him to plant kisses everywhere on my bruised body. His aura that will seal away mine, his presence that I longed for, and his touches and love I needed more than any other living thing.

And he told me one thing.

I thought about it a lot.

No- being honest, I thought about you a lot.

What you said, what you did, why you left, where you went, everything I could think of, I did.

I tried to compare you with me, finding difference and similarities.

But I should confess-

Those three days were the hardest point of my life.

What I needed was there, but what was holding me back from getting it?

My life depended on that line too much.

It was too true, that it hurts me from inside.

I had everything but without it all I was a walking copse- living dead.

But if I was to lose that all-

For you,

I would.

And I would.

"…I love you."

My weak arms found strength and clung to his shirt, then his shoulders.

I knew I'd cry but I smiled too.

My body may be weak right now, but this heart wasn't.

"I,"

Yes, Seto, I-

"I love you, too."

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