Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dear Bakura ❯ From Bakura ( Chapter 11 )

Disclaimer: YGO is not mine.

Authors Notes: Excuse all spelling mistakes, I'll correct them soon.

Dear Malik,

First off, stop pretending that I love you. Do you know how pathetic you sound?

Secondly, don't accuse me of doing things you know nothing about. I have no idea about Yami Marik and Ryou. And what were you thinking, saying that I loved Yami Marik? He's a filthy bastard and I want nothing to do with him. Nothing.

A bitch like him doesn't deserve Ryou. He's the kind of person who would be much better off with a slow, bloody death. I would try to take him off guard and stab his throat, but he's too sneaky for that, isn't he? I'll have to duel him sometime, Malik, and when I do I will crush him and leave him crying in the dirt, body mangled and barely recognizable. That's what I'd like to do to him. Do you think I care that it's your body, too?

Heh. However, I still believe that you don't deserve quite the same fate as him. But don't think that means I like you.

There's not anybody that I like anymore, Malik. Not anyone. I don't think there ever was, not even that whore that I called a fiancé. There's no one I even remotely care about. No one that I wouldn't endanger purposely. Remember that when you write me letters, pleading me to love you. I won't love you.

Have you forgotten that my one goal in life is to kill the Pharaoh? I don't have time for love. And don't tell me that I've been hanging around Kaiba for too long to be saying things like that. The joke will be lost on me. Because I'm not joking when I say that.

I'll say it one more time. I don't have time for love. There's no one that I would kill and then feel bad about killing. Not even you. It wouldn't be that bad to see your guts spilled over the ground, actually.

I wonder if Egyptian blood tastes as sweet as Japanese blood? I'm sure it must be much more bitter.

From,

Bakura