Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight I wish may, I wish might own Yugioh tonight. Nope no ownie.

Notes: I started this on a whim since this song was originally picked for a GW songfic. I got this idea first though. I might eventually do a GW one though. I refer to Bakura meaning the yami and Marik as the yami, too. Can someone tell me if Isis is Marik’s sister.

Warnings: Angsty, really, reallly depressing. I just about started crying writing it. Cussing. Really OOC characters. Child abuse. Reflective.

Onto the story now.

/lyrics/

~flashback~

“speak”

/No one knows what it’s like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind blue eyes/

They see me everyday not knowing that inside, I’m dying.

“Hey Kaiba, wait up!”

“What.” I don’t mean to be cruel to him. Its only a natural reflex from the past. This angel is so kind.

“Well,” he hesitates. “I’m sorry about the others. I wish they didn’t act that way.” Oh my precious angel. You’ve been so kind since you found out.

“I don’t need your pity, puppy.” I snarled it at him. What am I doing. I don’t mean it at all.

/And no one knows

What it’s like to be hated

To be faded to telling only lies/

I’m treated cruelly by everyone but my Angel, Mokuba, Serenity, Malik, Bakura, Duke, Isis, and Odion. I know it’s not your fault angel. I just wish it would stop. I know I started it with my lies saying you were weak. Telling all of you to go away. How pathetic you were, all lies. I wanted you to stay, be my friends. You were all so strong to love and care. It stings to be hated by those who I secretly considered friends.

/But my dreams they aren’t as empty

As my conscious seems to be

I have hours, only lonely

My love is vengeance

That’s never free/

I dream of friends. Being loved. Being by my brown eyed angel’s side and professing my love to him daily. I know the difference between good and bad. I know I’ve done wrong but what I’ve done for the most part was for my loved ones’ good. I spend my days working to make it through the day. Did you even know that I’ve been on anti-depressants for years. Basically since we were adopted. I hide my emotions and love to protect my loved ones. I would hate myself even more if they got hurt, or worse killed, because of me.

/No one knows what its like

To feel these feelings

Like I do, and I blame you!/

I’ve fallen in love with that blond cherub. As strange as it is. It’s his fault that feel this. He broke down the wall protecting me from this. Now I feel all emotions. Sometimes my mask almost falls. I feel like crying or smiling. If not for him I’d be able to reconstruct my wall. If he weren’t so kind, caring and gorgeous I’d be fine.

/No one bites back as hard

On their anger

None of my pain woe

Can show through/

~ ”Seto you are worthless. Lazy boy. Even stupid. I never should have taken you in.” Gozaburo yelled hitting him with his belt. Making sure that the giant buckle hit the hardest. Never hitting his face or lower legs. No one would see otherwise.

‘I hope Mokuba listened and is hiding. I don’t want him to know. He will only blame himself. Ahh!!! That bastard!’ ~

That was normal and occurred every so often.

/No one knows what its like

To be mistreated, to be defeated

Behind blue eyes/

I’m beaten, ignored, and hated. The only things to live for are my brother and my beloved. And if not for my mask I would fail. It protects me from their barbs. I want to die but I have two reasons to live in this world. Maybe I should go and take my two preciouses with me far away. No one understands. I do cry. Tears pouring from my seemingly soulless blue eyes.

/No one knows how to say

That they’re sorry and don’t worry

I’m not telling lies/

No sympathy, no support, the only one who has any clue of this is Mokuba, but even he doesn’t know it all (as it should be). He knows nothing of my being raped, almost killed and beaten until I passed out (possibly even after that). This is the rest of it. The only way to know is to read my journal but that isn’t likely to happen anytime soon. Surprising, huh. Well how else do you think I vent. I even almost told my Angel everything once but realized what was happening in time. My mask had just about shattered.

/No one knows what its like

To be the bad man, to be the sad man

Behind blue eyes./

I may have been cruel in the past but I can’t help that now. I’m sad, lonely and depressed now. I just want my beloved, true families and friends with me. I know what I will do. I’ll try to convince them that we should all leave Domino City together. They can live with Mokuba and me. Yes that is my plan. Still it is lonely. Maybe I could just give them my journal to read or maybe give my Angel it and let him tell what he wants to whoever. The only one who needs to really understand is my Angel and Mokuba. Everyone else don’t really matter, too much at least.