Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Shadow of a Thought ❯ Shadow of a Thought ( Prologue )

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Okay, Yu-Gi-Oh! is not mine as are none of the characters. They belong to somebody who isn't me and personally I think that is just so terribly sad and I'd really rather not talk about it.
Anyway, I hope you like this, it is unusually short for me however and I really don't know if I should continue it. Give me your thoughts on the matter please. I would appreciate it very much and also on a minor note if you want to flame, please make in constructive.
Thats all.
Enjoy



Shadow of a Thought



Ryou
I am no fool. I never have been and I doubt that I ever will be. ItÕs never been apart of my character. Everything I do is for a reason, I donÕt act without reason or sense. All my actions I meticulously plan out and go over.

I feel I need to clear up this slight misconception.

I tell you this because I donÕt want you to judge me so quickly as my friends have done. They already think me foolish and insane to return every day to my Yami, back to the spirit who hurts me so much.

They donÕt understand my reasons. I donÕt think they ever will. They havenÕt gotten it yet, that I...love my Yami.

I realize that that word is very strong. After all I am only 16 years old, how would I know what love is? I have had crushes in the past, in my fragile youth, but none of them were love. They were crushes. This however, the feeling I have for my darkness is NOT a crush. No one can have a crush on my Yami. Crushes are meant for faceless people who smile and are kind to you. Bakura is too sharp to just ÔlikeÕ. You need to love him. There is simply no other way.

I love him.

My friends do not understand this. They do not understand why I cannot leave. They donÕt understand that if I were to leave my beautiful darkness that I would stop the pain and hurt that he gives me everyday and walk into the opened embrace of death.

If I were to leave him I would die. This I know for certain.

I donÕt know why Yugi cannot understand this. He of all people should after all. He and Yami are connected. If Yami hurt Yugi the way Bakura hurts me could Yugi leave him? I laugh to myself every time I ask that question. The answer is obvious after all. ItÕs the sort of no that is answered without hesitation. The sort of no which is screamed from the tops of mountains.

Yugi could never leave Yami, no matter what he did you him. Yugi is fortunate that his dark loves him so much. Yugi will never know pain as long as Yami is with him. I will always know it as long as Bakura is around. Amusing isnÕt it? No, no not really, I know but sometimes I need to try and convince myself that some part of this is funny. None of it is but sometimes...sometimes I need to smile.

000200000F7400000AADF6E, They donÕt understand. DonÕt know how every time he hits me I have to suppress a moan of longing and ignore that flame of desire that bolts through me every time his skin comes into contact with my own be it the carrier of pain or pleasure. They donÕt understand that I love him and hopefully one day Bakura will realize that he loves me as well. I already know he canÕt live without me, if he could he would have already killed me.

So I stay. I stay and wait for the day when I can gain the upper hand, the day when I, the light, Ryou Bakura, will be able to make my Yami moan and beg me to touch him, to hurt him, to make him scream my name.

I am no fool. I think about what I do, I know how I act. And I know my Yami. One day, perhaps IÕll let him know me.


Bakura
Why does he stay here? Why doesnÕt he leave me?

I wonder about him sometimes...wonder why he puts up with me. I would say itÕs because heÕs weak but really I know he is not, mentally or physically. HeÕs just...kinder then I am. If he wanted to he could fight back. I would win but thatÕs only because I have been in so many more brawls then he. I have strategy. Ryou has never been a fighter, though I know he is lilth and would be quick in a fight. And despite his frail looks he possesses a wiry sort of strength.

I think it best that he does not figure this out. If we were to fight I would win but that doesnÕt mean I want him to suddenly gain a backbone and stand up to me. I enjoy being the dominant one between us.

So I suppose he is just a fool. Not quick enough to understand that if he wanted to he could fight and eventually, possibly gain the upper hand. My pretty little Hikari must never do this. IÕll just have to prove to him that he canÕt. Make him hurt so much that he believes himself as weak as I tell him he is.

DonÕt look at me like that. I do care for him you know, why do you think I have kept him alive. He is pretty to look at and does things that make me smile when he is not looking. Things that are completely and beautifully Ryou.

Like when he hums when he does the dishes, that soft little tune that he murmurs just above his breath. Or when he smiles every time he finds his precious little tea bags, when he thinks IÕm not paying attention to him. I do suppose I care for him, on some level. Like the Pharaoh might care for a favored slave. Not Yami of course, when he was Pharaoh he treated everyone fairly but cared for no one. However IÕd rather not talk about him. IÕve never held any love for Yami and I dislike talking about him.

IÕd rather speak of Ryou. My lovely little fool. He will always be mine. My light, my aibou, my Ryou. If I didnÕt know that it would destroy him I would take him. Oh, I want to so terribly bad. I want to hear him moan, hear him say my name with an emotion that isnÕt fear. I care for him, I really do. Love, I doubt it. I am darkness, I donÕt love. Once I did but not anymore. I care.

I want to hurt him too though. Want to make him cry, make him scream, make him yell, make him smile, make him laugh, make him look at me with eyes full of love.

My Ryou. Maybe one day things will change between us, maybe one day IÕll let him get to know the me that does...love him. Maybe one day IÕll let myself know that side as well.
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And that's it for now. Flame, compliment, don't do anything at all. Anything that suits your fancy.
Also on a minor note I'd like to point out that this is original! I am using the characters and not making up some sad little mary-sue OC fic that has all the obviously gay characters paired with made up lolly pop picture perfect girl who usually represents the authoress! I'm a girl too y'know and what fantasy fanfiction I do write stays with me because I know most of the true fans are not interested in that nonsense. Keep it true people! They. Are. All. GAY!00040000003D0000000A011E331F611FE2D001D032DB51DBC217DF41A1D400050000000 B0000000201A1D000060000010C0000000540B310''280006D000FFFF0'C00000Â
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