Eyes of Betrayal

By:  fairysphinx

fairysphinx:  Hey!  Well, I was starting supper when I thought of this fic.  I'm sure many people have done this before, so please don't sue me!  Seriously, I thought this up on my own, while I was degrading myself, as I started supper.  Please don't flame me if it's a lot like yours someone else's.  I'm really sorry if it is!  Just a reminder, this fic is in Ryou/Bakura's POV.  And , no, this is NOT a Yaoi!!!!!!!!!!!!   

Disclaimer:  I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, so please don't sue me!

I'm never enough for you.  I try to be better, to be more of what you want me to be.  But I never will.  You tell me time and again that I'm a worthless piece of trash, and that I don't deserve to live.  You say all of these things  and more.  And what's more, is that I believed them.  You beat me for moving a muscle, and sometimes for even breathing.  Whenever I get up, you always push me back down.  There have been many a times where I have wished myself dead.  And once or twice, I've tried to make that dream come true.  But you caught me.  And I paid dearly, with the beating of my life.  Why you stopped me, I'm not sure.  It could have been for a million reasons.  Maybe you thought it was too easy of an escape, and you wanted me to go on suffering.  I don't know. 

You've made it known to me, vocally and physically, that you hate me, and that I disgust you.  But, for some reason, I don't believe you.  You see, I've found that whenever you do or say something to get the point across that you hate me, your eyes always contradict you. 

Your eyes tell me that you love me, that you're sorry for what you just said or did, that you're sorry for ever hurting me.  They say that you wish you could express yourself another way, one that doesn't involve my pain.  That you wish you could take away my pain, that you'd rather have it than me.  That you don't want me to go away, to leave you all alone, that you need me more than anything.

My yami, I've been wanting to say these words to you for so long, since the first day I met you, our first meeting.  And I speak them now, freely:

You are like a brother to me.  I love you, and I'm sorry.