006 :: obsession.

Featuring: Ushio
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance
Spoilers: none


"Without obsession, life is nothing."
John Waters


He had seen how Mikage wept after Jack Atlas left the country in pursuit of America's Riding Ace Dueling League. The reminder made his heart shrivel up in his chest. He hated seeing her cry, and if it was over him, Ushio hated it even more.

Ushio greatly despised Jack Atlas seeing how Mikage had fawned over him since day one. Granted the blond was more handsome and a more skilled duelist… so what? He was as shallow as a man could get. Ushio Tetsu was physically stronger, higher on the social rank, and just so much kinder than that egotist. He never ignored Mikage, either, as he found it exceptionally rude. But it wasn't like Jack was interested in Mikage anyways; he seemed to like that reporter girl better.

Wait a minute… now that he was gone, Mikage could be his! Destiny was calling to make her his bride.

If that happened, he would surely be the happiest man on earth.

Oh, Mikage. Mikage, my fair queen.

She had short wispy blue hair that always danced in the wind. The motion accentuated her beauty by at least twenty times. Her golden eyes were warm like liquid honey. Not to mention those legs were smooth as silk and seemingly endless. They could be insured for at least $8 million USD. He longed to touch them, to plant kisses on them, to overall bask in the pleasure of this walking perfection.

And every time she looked at him, his insides would go numb. Something in her eyes melted all his defences like ice-cream. Whenever he was arguing with someone, as soon as Mikage made her presence, he would blank out. Whatever confidence or smart retort he had in mind just flew out the window. She knew how to shake him like a leaf in the wind without any effort. She was the first thing that popped in his head when he woke up. He couldn't go a day without thinking about her and her body at least a thousand times.

Sure, it was a fantasy now, but it would be reality someday. He knew he loved Mikage, but it was more than that.

Just a few months before, he had set up a little shrine in a small corner of his room solely dedicated to Mikage. Of course, no one except himself knew as it was embarrassing. Someone would think he'd lost his mind. Every night, he would burn incense in front of the shrine as homage to her existence. He would watch the smoke disappear as he wished that fate will someday bring them together. She was his goddess, his religion. It became an ongoing ritual but he couldn't imagine life without Mikage.

He was obsessed, alright.

But it was a disease he didn't want to cure.