(This is very old, from the depths of my LJ memories. Bakura POV, unchanged from that time so, like most of these drabbles, it is an experiment with characterisation.)
H A T E Y O U
I hate you, Kaiba. You and your power and your riches and your brother and your attitude and your idiocy and your memory and you. You don't really have power. You think you do. You used to have power. What you possess now is a mere shadow of that which you possessed before. But you don't realize that. You can't. You think money is power. But there is so much more, more that is power. Not more money; money isn't power. You needed no more of that illusory form of so-called power. Heck, you don't need most of what you have. But you always were one for luxury.
I hate you, Kaiba. Your obsession with your brother has hurt him more than you will ever realize. Hurt lots of people, not the least of whom yourself. And he's so similar to you without being like you at all. For one you're more of an ass. You think you can and have to do everything alone. Think you can be everything alone. You're as much of a fool as you always were. Just as selfish as ever.
I hate you, Kaiba. You're such an idiot. Such a fool! You don't see things sitting right in front of you, flaring lights in your eyes. Your eyes are sadly dull. They used to be so bright, so fierce. Granted, anyone could say they're still like that. But it's different. They don't know -they don't have any idea! Your eyes used to be bright even in the moonlight, every time you looked out your window in hopes that I would be there. The way they glistened every time I was there and whenever I spoke softly to you. The way they shuttered when I kissed you and opened light and eager. Those were the gentle days; the early days, when we barely knew one another. But your eyes sparked on the hard days; later on, the more we grew to know each another. Blazed and flashed and narrowed at me. We really weren't compatible for kindness. Oh but I didn't care. I loved it when you were angry. That made it so much better, so much more worth it.
But you've forgotten all that. Your memory is terrible. Perhaps it's because you really did die. Perhaps because you've had the chance to live other lives, have other loves. I don't know.
I was never there.
I hate you, Kaiba.