Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Truth Isn't What You Want to See ❯ Truth Isn't What You Want to See ( Chapter 1 )

Summery: He can see the truth, but the truth isn't what he wants to see. One shot.

Toboe LoneWolf: Whee. We haveth here our first posted angsty one-shot. May it be not a dud.

Contest entry for Ebony Kuroneko's contest on deviantart. This is really only a secondary, "background" entry; the art-piece is primary. This has minor links to art-piece of the same name…mostly through the shared title.

Disclaimer: Toboe LoneWolf doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any respective bishie for that matter. No trees were harmed in the making of this fanfic, though a great number of electrons and brain-cells were. Hmmm, and mirrors.

Truth Isn't What You Want to See

Who am I?

Ryou Bakura. Age sixteen. Transfer student to Domino High School. Holder of the Sennen Ring.

This is truth.

I bear another one's soul inside me.

This is truth.

I do not exist.

This is truth.

We can see both sides, we bearers of these ancient items. They give us the sight of Beyond.

Truth and…Untruth.

We see it through mirrors. Mirrors can show the truth, if one has the sight. To us, mirrors reflect the soul.

I do not exist.

This is truth.

You ask, how can you see if you do not exist? How can you have a name, a birth-date, an address, the ability to touch and feel and breathe – if you do not exist? You must exist!

Nay, that is a lie. I have no soul; therefore I do not exist.

I had a soul once. I lost it to the other me inside of me; he stole it, like everything else, and I can never get it back.

Who can steal from the King of Thieves?

But how can one lose a soul, you ask. A soul is one's own, it cannot be bought or sold or taken away, it is yours. A soul simply is.

Well then, you should ask the spirit. He's got quite a lot of experience in stealing souls, among other things.

I am a shell without a soul.

I do not exist.

This is truth.

Ah, you still do not believe. Come, look. You have heard the saying "the eyes are the window to one's soul," yes? Mirrors are akin to that, though the truth is acquired by the Sight and not by wisdom and experience. Come, let me show you.

Mirrors reflect the truth. It does not compromise or mask the truth; it simply shows back what is given before it. You have heard stories, I am sure, of someone looking into a mirror in some fantastical tale and seeing a monster or a heroic knight. Or perhaps visions of heaven or hell, or of the future, if one is scrying for the truth. The truth simply is, and a mirror can show you the truth of your soul.

You see?

I do not exist.

Yea, this is Truth.

I can see the Truth.

Truth isn't what you want to see.