title: Stained Glass
pairing: Anzu x Yami Bakura
summary: "The pain in your eyes..." he kissed the side of her trembling lips "...it makes you truly beautiful."
rating: M
notes: I like obsessed Bakura, he's so... silly
standard disclaimer applies

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"People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within." - Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Her eyes were glazed as he approached her, her lips parted so he could just see her tip of her teeth. She was dressed in a fine white gown, layers of silk and lace, as if spun by spiders. She sat on a backless white wicker, completely natural. Natural, like the gardens around her, which instead of outweighing her beauty, it complimented her, and she, in turn, seemed but a form of them. It was the scene made from the minds of uncorrupted children and angels.

Which was why Bakura loved it so and had trapped her within it. Not the scene so much, for nature could never be caught, instead her caught her and through fear had brought about this constructed beauty. She was beyond compare, and he, like a moth to a flame, was pulled to her. A moth to a flame. She simply vexed him.

He was terribly, terribly vexed.

Coming closer, he plucked a flower from the garden, a pure white carnation. With a tenderness he rarely possessed, he placed it in her earth coloured hair. She closed her sky eyes and dropped her head, her hair moving the flower loose so it fell into her lap and open palm. On reflex she closed her fingers around it. Still looking down at the line of green and white that was the hem of her dress against the grass, she raised her hand to give him back the flower. Trembling flowers revealed the flower to him and he dutifully replaced the flower in her hair. She moved again and the flower fell once more.

He grew angry and he crushed the flower when she returned it again. She cringed, only infuriating him more. Sneering, he grabbed her jaw and twisted her face up. Her breath became scarred as her heart and her eyes screwed shut to block out his rage.

"Open your eyes."

She did so very slowly, not looking at him but seemed to shut herself down and away from his pain. His grip lessened as a single tear ran down her cheek, cutting across her smooth her face. He almost smiled.

"The pain in your eyes..." he kissed the side of her trembling lips "...it makes you truly beautiful."

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