Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dramatic Influences ❯ Near Death ( Chapter 25 )

Apartment

Yami no Malik

 

I pity those who can only see through their eyes and hear through their ears.

 

There is so much more to sense in this maze.

 

A part of me feels that nothing will work, no longer do I feel so arrogant of my actions.

 

I have repeated what others have done in the past, I under estimated my enemy.

 

Although I suppose the villain is required to fall for that trick almost every time. In the end I suppose he may befall victory and I the unfortunate yet deserving piece of shit must drown in his birth place. Where I was born is everyone's question, in fact Malik does have a slight schizophrenia when combined with the sennen items created me.

 

Which brings back the question to if I am real.

 

Anything that can be seen or heard is real, am I correct?

 

Something that is able to be touched by human hands must have some sort of existence. It is false when someone says that, what if the being before you isn't real? You scoff at this and turn your shoulder as the question never leaves your mind, then your relationship with the object is never the same again.

 

My hands were then laced around the sennen ankh and scale.

 

The ring in the drawer, as well as the eye and rod.

 

Just the puzzle remains and I have what he wishes for.

 

The very life of this girl determines the outcome of this duel. I can almost feel the excitement pulsate through my veins and into my brain that has now come up with various ideas as to what I will do to toy with that pharaoh.

 

But of course with all these intriguing thoughts about her torture I believe it will be difficult to uphold them. She is……..different..

 

Nothing can describe our feelings, it is not love and yet we seek out one another.

 

Almost as if one is providing the food while the other feeds on it. A primitive theory yes but, there is nothing else to describe. My story shall come to an end soon as at this very moment I record my thoughts and at this point are showing it to you all.

 

Some may see it as a love story.

 

A tragedy for others.

 

But I see this as a release. You may not understand, hell, no one can understand me even now as you can hear (and possibly read) my thoughts some do not make much sense to you. That is why I find it so futile to record this but I know that at this point all the things I am thinking of at this moment are my happy thoughts.

 

Joyful views on life.

 

My gaze from the bed averts to the happy little neighborhood and its ever so familiar, sacred bliss. Well now I have someone to show off to all of you ungrateful shit. The one person that does not show question in her eyes nor ask any when my methods seem unholy.

 

That is my prize but as the saying goes if you give one an inch they take a mile.

 

I know that she desires for me to be happy in this life but, I cannot relate to this world at all. All of you know that I do not belong here, I have heard it all through my short life.

 

Soon….

 

The day that I will attempt success just couldn't be nearer.

 

My gaze then shifted to the door that was flung open by a light that was born out of darkness…

 

Its all just too soon.