Okay! So this is the one from Raja to the Thief King.
King's Hope
He looks so like you, and yet so very different. His skin is milky white and unmarred. His eyes hold none of your golden spark… But the hair, the smile, the laugh… You have those in common, certainly, along with your love for a sun-kissed brunette with green eyes.
I find it comical that I had no choice in my employment to you, but my Hikari could have had her pick of any boy. Ironic that she chose him, don't you think?
And as I sit here, back in the depths of my Hikari's mind, I wonder if you do think of me, of us, of anything at all.
I wouldn't blame you if you blocked me from your mind entirely, I know how painful it was for you sometimes, but I hope you haven't forgotten me. I certainly haven't forgotten you.
I remember the moonlit footraces across the dunes at midnight, with no one but us for miles around. I remember crawling into your bed in winter because I was cold. I remember playing hide-and-seek in the palace to fill the hours of boredom when the Pharaoh's men were looking for you and we had to lie low.
I remember the feeling of your skin on mine, whether in light touches as we passed in the halls, or in a possessive embrace as you held me at night.
I remember the way you looked at me, sorrow and hurt and anguish on display, and I remember wondering if it would ever disappear.
If your Hikari's eyes are anything to go by, then it hasn't. He hides it amazingly well, but it's still there, buried deep in those chocolate brown eyes of his.
And that's why I think you're still in there, somewhere. Hiding away and watching the world go by.
Doesn't it bring back the old times? The good times?
The times we shared, and never wanted to end?
The times that have long since passed us by…
Every time he laughs, I remember the way your chuckle would rumble through my bones as you held me close. When he plays with my Hikari's hair, I feel the shivers you would elicit with that said-same action dance along my spine.
Parts of you still remain here, where I can sense and see them. Others are tucked away in the dark, and I must confess that I do not mind that they aren't here. Our Hikari's are the brightest and best parts of us, wound up in shells that resemble our past selves.
They do not need corruption to mar their gleaming souls.
What they need is each other to hold onto when life threatens to be too much for them to bare alone.
What they need is exactly what they have.
Thoughts?
The title is a bit of a play on words, since her name, Raja, can have either meaning of King or Hope.
More commonly Hope, but I did come across a few instances of King being the meaning.
And when she's describing the differences at the beginning, she's going back and forth between Ryou and the Thief King.