Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dear Bakura ❯ Yami Marik ( Chapter 13 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Yami Marik.

You know who this is. If you don't, you're more of a fool than I thought. Don't think the fact that I'm writing a letter to a piece of trash like you means that you've won our little feud.

I want to talk about my weaker side. The body that I inhabit. The soul that I tear apart.

You know who I mean. Ryou.

I'm not as stupid as you take me to be - I know what's going on. Before you start harassing me with your meaningless threats, coming to my door and shouting that there's absolutely nothing going on between you, just pay attention to me for once. I know you two haven't done anything. The only thing that's going on is that Ryou thinks he's fallen for you, because you wrote him some sappy letter that only an idiot would believe. Ryou, being an idiot, believes you. Heh.

If you keep this up you're going to hurt him worse than I ever have. Don't touch him.

And yes, that is a threat. Is there something wrong with that? I'm allowed threaten you - you're nothing compared to me. Nothing. Don't forget that you're living a plastic existence. You were created from Malik's hate, weren't you? Hate. How can someone born of hate experience love? You aren't alive.

And so I'll kill you.

Don't ever talk to Ryou again. Ever.

And don't think you can hurt me for writing this. Do you forget that I share a body with Ryou? There's nothing you can do anymore, you spiky haired freak. Just go away and leave me alone. If you won't, I have my ways of making you.

- Yami no Bakura

Authors Notes: I am very afraid. Bakura is scaring me. And this letter makes no sense, too. What's he talking about, "plastic existence"? Well, I'm the author, I guess I should understand my own story. But still.

And I'm sorry for making this so short! There was a time when I had this story planned out... now it's just kind of random. Anyway, I'll stop rambling at you now. See you next chapter!