A/N: This was inspired by the upward glance's story, Evil, which is narrated by Bakura. (Go read it. I'll wait. It will blow your effing mind away. Heck, I'm just going to take this moment to promote his stuff in general, because my god, that boy can write. Like, this little thing doesn't even cover the creepy shit he can come up with. And I mean that in the most loving way possible. He currently resides in my favorite author's list; you can find his stuff there.) So, this is for him. It's pretty much what I think Ryou's response to Evil would be if he finally cracked. Enjoy?
Warnings: Kinda creepy. This is waaay different from how I usually write Ryou, so I apologize if I fail. T_T Mentions of death and blood. This fic also contains some naughty words, so watch out.
You say that I'm pathetic. That might be true, but in reality, you're even more of a spineless, writhing, weakling than I am. Do you want to know why? Ha, don't answer that. I don't care. I'm going to tell you anyway.
It's a well-known fact that evil can't love. And you're just the fucking personification of evil, aren't you? And that, you sonofabitch, makes you weak.
You don't know what it feels like to love someone who doesn't give a damn if you live or die, do you? Of course not. You see, you need strength to love. You have to be able to endure it, because it sears, and if you're not careful the pain just might make you scream.
But hate. Hate is easy, because it doesn't matter if it's shared or returned. Hate is a selfish emotion, one we clutch to our breast like a mother with her baby. We cling to it, feeding it with words and thoughts and actions. (Actions like killing. You're good at killing. So stab me. Watch me bleed. It'll just prove my point, anyway.) You don't need power to hate. You just need a motive.
I? I have a motive. You and your knives and your blood and your copper-coated lies. You snap my neck, but I still smile. You crush my ribs, but I still breathe. You devour my soul, but here I stand, my silent defiance. Do what you want to me. It doesn't matter.
(I'm still stronger, and you know it.)