Just Another Battle
This is a strange little thing…
Inspired by Alice Midnight and Higuchimon, who both converted me into a Fragileshipper and motivated me into trying my hand at it. (I still love other pairings too though XD)
Disclaimer: No. No, no, and no. Do you get it yet?
The pharaoh and his landlord, it made his transparent lip curl at the very thought. Yami no Bakura had pushed for a close relationship between the two of them, but a line had been crossed.
Weakness was what he was trying to find, and Bakura hadn't been able to find one. In its stead he strived to make one of his own, whispering thoughts into his host's head, until he found that the thoughts flitting into his landlord's head were unbidden. No, when Bakura had first thought that he had been planting these types of thoughts into his host's mind, his words were simply the catalyst, awakening the idea that had been buried deep in the back of the boy's mind.
The two were together quickly, both harbouring deep feelings for the other. Their friends supported them, they hugged and kissed and were happy; Bakura laughed silently at their ignorance.
The relationship was soon no longer an advantage to the spirit however. Months passed, and the pharaoh would keep an annoyingly watchful eye on the spirit's vessel, and on the spirit himself. He had become suspicious, and had every right to be. But the damage had already been done; the pharaoh had been crippled, though he didn't know it himself, and Bakura would not allow something as trivial as his host's love for another get in the way of his great plans.
It was no concern; Bakura was a manipulator of minds. Ryou was simply his doll, his to control for as long as he saw fit. Eternal love was nothing; it was weak, flimsy, easily broken.
Just as he had in the beginning, Bakura whispered the poisonous words quietly in the back of his mind. He worked slowly and tirelessly; it was all just a matter of pulling the right strings of his living puppet.
Soon, the boy began to push away from every kiss, every touch; he made excuses to keep away from the man who was once his everything. The puppet master continued, gleefully awaiting the inevitable.
The day finally came when his vessel walked away from the pharaoh, left weeping bitterly for his lover that he knew had been unjustly taken; he could do nothing though, and he knew it well.
Tears trickled down the cursed boy's cheek without him knowing why, and he spirit laughed from the confines of his vessel's mind; just another battle won.
Someday, I will do an actual Fragileshipping story… --;
I suppose…this could go somewhere, maybe…most likely not though.
Er…reviewing…does really make me happy…and some constructive criticism always helps too. ;