In which Bakura discovers trust isn't such a bad thing...
Trust was such a....cliche word; it was a word that had been overused, in his opinion, one that had become so monotone and worn down to the point it seemed to have lost any strength that might have once been carried behind it. People said they trusted each other, but if even the slightest doubt was brought into play that so called 'trust' broke down faster then a wall made of dust.
Ironically, trust was a word...that he didn't trust. As a matter of fact it would be safe to say that usually, he trusted people less the more they used it. If you could really, honestly trust someone, why would they feel the need to constantly reassure you that it you could....put you're faith in them? The only reason he could see anyone need to use it more then once was when they began to worry you were losing faith in them - in which case, they didn't trust you, did they? So why should you trust them?
The more someone asked for trust, the more likely it was that they were more insecure then you were, and that meant they probably wouldn't be there when you truly needed them.
That was what he had believed, for years and years, millennia's in fact, and yet...
Bakura found that when those words were first whispered to him, there was absolutely no doubt in his mind of what his response would be. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty or suspicion as those deep purple eyes gazed into his own, tanned hands gently stroking his cheeks.
"Trust me?" Marik had whispered softly that first night; the two words that would start everything, before even the concept of 'I love you' was born. Just simple trust. And Bakura only had one answer.
"I trust you."
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