Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dear Bakura ❯ Dear Ryou Bakura ( Chapter 8 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Dear Ryou Bakura,

It is killing me to say this. As the pen scratches across the paper, it is torturing me, and laughing at my misfortune. It is as if I am slowly being burned to death, while a swarm of deadly wasps sting me repetitively, and thousands of men are stabbing me with the sharpest knives they can find. That is how it feels.

You may not know me, but you love me. You love me because you love Malik, and I am a part of Malik. I am the part of him that loves you.

Don't get me mixed up with Malik. Though we are the same person, we have distinctly different minds. This is why Malik lusts for Yami no Bakura, while I hate him with a fervent passion. And it is why I feel a deep love in my heart for you, Ryou, and yet my weaker self couldn't care less about you.

You must be wondering how I know you, my dear Ryou. It's a simple question with a simple answer: Malik knows you. Therefore, so do I.

How I allowed myself to fall in love with you, I am not sure. But I know why I love you, Ryou. It is the way you act, the way you talk, the way you move. The way you smile nervously when many people would be shaking in fear. The way you shake in fear when many people would be smiling nervously. The way you laugh. The way you cry. The way you act like yourself when no one else would dare to.

You captivate me, and that is why I love you.

I know that you have barely met me, so why don't we get together sometime? Then you can see if you like me or now.

If you don't, I shall feel like a fool.

- Yami Marik

PS- You know Malik's phone number. If you don't call me, I'll call you.