Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dear Bakura ❯ Dear Malik... ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. That's obvious.

Authors Note: This story was originally going to be a one shot, but so many people replied on fanfiction.net wanting Bakura's response, so I wrote it. I'm planning on adding more chapters to this fic, too. Sorry if this chapter doesn't make much sense... I wrote it at 1 AM with barely any light. And also Bakura is a really hard to write about... I keep making him sound like Kaiba. :(

Dear Malik,

You piece of filth. May the darkness consume you and devour you whole. What do you mean, she's turned me soft? I'm just as tough as I always was, you fool. Nothing's going to change who I am.

For the last time, I don't want you, Malik. Yeah, you're sexy, but stop using the fact that I want your body against me, bastard. That doesn't mean I like you.

You of all people should know the price to pay when dealing with me.

Can't you just accept the fact that I never want to see your face again? I don't love you. I love her. Don't get me wrong, you idiot, I used to love you. But even then it was more like lust. How was I supposed to know that you secretly enjoyed it when I kissed you if you never told me?

If you had told me then, this never would have happened. I wouldn't be writing this letter. And you know it. You knew it then, too, didn't you? Bastard.

You're doing this just to torture me.

As much as I enjoy hearing your proclamations of love to me, I also enjoy the fact that I am engaged. To a woman.

I'm never going to be with you. Get over it, and go fuck the spirit of the Millennium Rod. Or just plain fuck the Millennium Rod. See if I care.

- Bakura

PS - I'd be keeping a close watch on that Millennium Item of yours, too. I hear there are thieves in these parts.

PPS- Nice job on breaking my window to get your little letter into my room. The police are after you, you stupid fool. I hope you're equally surprised by how I managed to get this response to you.

PPPS - Don't even think about replying to this.