Dear Bakura...

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is not mine.



..Malik is, though. Ok, no offense meant to anyone who happens to be reading this story. It is yaoi, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. This is based on the American dub Malik, so sorry if he acts differently than he’s supposed to.



Dear Yami no Bakura,



I knew you loved me. I knew before you started pouncing on me and pinning me, against my will, to my ground, licking my lips with your feisty, spicy, slippery tongue. I knew even before you began to stare at me hungrily with your lustful cat’s eyes. I just knew.



I was afraid to love it when you moaned in pleasure at my kisses, when your eyes glittered with lust, when you confessed undying love to me. I wouldn’t love you.



And then I found a girl to be with, and you found a girl, and I thought I loved it but it tore me apart, and so I kissed him. I kissed him because he looked like you.



It killed me to see that innocent blush creep across his face - your face. I didn’t mean for him to reach for the buttons on my pants. I didn’t mean for him to love me.



I thought it was okay to do those things with him because I thought, maybe, that I loved him. And maybe it was because of his resemblance to you. That same luscious white hair falling in his face, the same soft pale skin. I realized then that I loved you, and not him. It’s true that you look the same, but Ryou lacks your charm, your seductiveness, if that is even a word. That’s why I broke up with him.



Imagine my surprise, when I came to freely give you my blood and soul, at finding you engaged to her. Didn’t you tell me once that you hated women, you fool? Didn’t you say that the world would be better off if they all all burned at the stake? Wasn’t that your goal?



And now, here you are, letting a woman drag you off to the chapel. She’s turned you into a baby, you know. A coward. What happened to murder, death, blood, torture? I’d call you a monster, but that would be a compliment. You’re more like a mouse now.



Remember yesterday night, when I broke into your house and offered you beautiful, deadly, sin? That cold, uncaring, sinister glare you sent me sped my heart up - at first I thought you were going to rape me.



But fate can’t be that kind to me, can it? I realized with a shock just how much of a fool you were when your eyes lacked their familiar twinkle. The special look that you reserved just for me, gone.



Why, Bakura? Why her? Why not me?



You don’t have to give me a reply to this letter. I just want you to know something ...



I love you, you stupid bastard.



- Malik Ishtar