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

A/N: Based on the song Behind Blue Eyes by The Who. I can't believe how… Seto this song is. Yeah, it's my first not-Ryou-Bakura-or-me-main-character-fic. ^^;;; Hope I did well. It's also the first ficcy I use "language" in. ^^;; Oh yeah, implied shounen-ai between Seto and Jou. I don't own Behind Blue Eyes or YuGiOh, even in my dreams.

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Behind Blue Eyes

~No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To tell only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes~

(Seto's POV)

I sit here, just staring at the blank computer screen. It's been blank for the past hour. I just can't seem to keep my mind on my work. You've got me thinking about how fucked up my life is.

Does anyone know what I feel, what it's like to be me? To be under constant pressure? To have to act the way that is expected? To feel trapped in a cage with no key to unlock the door to freedom?

It's not my fault that my cold, blue eyes pierce through the souls of everyone I look at; it's yours. For so many years you tortured me, so many years of pain caused by you I went through. I stuck it out and for what? No one besides my own flesh and blood will talk to me.

Karma has not seemed to exist my whole life. My parents die; I stay strong and help Mokuba cope. I get pushed around; I just sit through it quietly, hoping that one day it'll pay off. I become president of a company and use it for the benefit of others. What has all of that gotten me? Nothing, nothing at all.

Champion duelist title: taken by Yugi. Acceptance from others: taken by you. Happiness: taken by you too. I have nothing left. No, I shouldn't say that; I have Mokuba. And I have Jou. But my love for him is merely an effort to prove to myself that my heart isn't just a black hole; maybe you left something for me. He probably hates me anyway. Just like everyone else…

All because of you I sit alone in an office filled with papers to be sorted and looked through that have not been touched in hours. All because of you, my life is shit. All because of you, I am forced to follow in your footsteps, living a life I never wanted. I blame everything that has happened in my life on you. Everything just seems to point back at you and what you did to me.

It hurts, but I'm forced to hide away. I can never say how I truly feel. I can never give praise without criticism, if the situation even allows it. I can't be angry, I can't cry, I can't be happy. No one sees the inside because of the wall I have put up.

I have no one here for me at all. That's why I sit here everyday, alone, contemplating my struggles. I have no one to hold me back if I finally crack and loose my cool. I have no one to make sure that I don't laugh or, worse, make a fool of myself. I have no protection against the harsh world of reality. I have no one, no one but myself.

When I dream, the haunting memories of you flood me as if they had occurred just yesterday. They are my constant reminder of everything that has gone awry for me. But still, I can blame everything on you so my conscience is clean. I have not done anything to contradict society. Society itself just contradicts me. I can't even walk out of the fucking house without some freak run up to me and ask me pointless questions.

Why must I always be the villain? Why is it that everything I do is wrong? Why is it that I am so depressed all the time? Why is it that I am so misunderstood? I know the answer to all of these; it's because of you. You fucked up my life so I can live eternally in pain and anguish. Just like you always wanted, right? My little hellhole is everything you dug it out to be and more.

I hate you, Gozaburo Kaiba. I always have, and I always will.

~*~*~END~*~*~

Yes, it was very short and repetitive, but I thought it summed up Seto pretty well. Please review, it would be greatly appreciated.