Before – Antagoshipping drabble
There are a lot of things I didn't know before. Before him I didn't know that love could feel quite so painful, like a vise gripping my heart every time I saw him. At first it was a simple exchange. He wanted sex and occasional companionship; I wanted someone who could look after Mokuba when I had to be off at one of the conferences that were coming up more and more often. The fact that he was attractive and had a sharp mind was simply an added bonus. Somewhere along the line, however, it changed. I found myself looking forward to the rare times when he simply wanted to talk. Whenever he was around I couldn't take my eyes off him.
Perhaps it was because Mokuba liked him. My brother was always the most important thing to me before him. Despite what had almost happened at Duelist Kingdom Mokuba didn't harbor any grudges. He seemed to enjoy tagging along with Bakura, whether it was truly the thief or not. Sometimes now I wonder whether it isn't really the host he likes, but it doesn't matter anymore.
The thief spirit has wormed himself so deeply into my life that I don't think I could cope without him anymore. What would I do if he wasn't there when I came home from a late night? If Mokuba was still waiting up for me as he used to do, rather than tucked up in his bed while Bakura waited for me in mine, what would I do then? I don't know, and that frightens me more than anything else. It was all so simple before he came.