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Title: I see
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Characters: Bakura Ryou and his yami
Warnings: angst and melodrama.
Summary: Ryou has a conversation with his yami on a late evening.
Author’s note: unbeta-ed, weird. Felt like writing it, and made it a gift ficcie for my lil’ sis, hales731. Follows the pattern of “I know”, located in previous post here .
To avoid any confusion: it’s Ryou who starts every bit of conversation.
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“It’s late.”
“It is.”
“The clock is over there.”
“I see.”
“You make me feel uncomfortable.”
“You have no reason to feel uncomfortable.”
“You only see me as a supplier, a servant.”
“You are my supplier and servant.”
“I see.”
“Give me at least one reason why you see me like that.”
“Don’t demand something of me.”
“Give me at least one reason, yami.”
“Don’t demand something of me, ‘yadonushi’.”
“Stop calling me that, please.”
“Stop demanding something of me.”
“I can’t.”
“I see.”
“Why are you ignoring me?”
“Why do you keep nagging?”
“Why aren’t you talking to me?”
“Why do you keep talking?”
“Will you stay when I say I love you?”
“You don’t love me.”
“What?”
“You can’t love me.”
“I see.”
“Your yellow spray paint is almost up.”
“You will get me a new one.”
“Your red spray paint is running out as well.”
“I see.”
“You don’t care for me, do you?”
“I do care for my landlord.”
“You are using me.”
“I pay my rent. ”
“You aren’t very nice.”
“I quit being nice after everyone in my village had been slaughtered.”
“I see.”
“Yami?”
“What, yadonushi?”
“If I say I truly loved you.. would that make you hate me?”
“I don’t care enough for you to care at all for your feelings.”
“So… that is a no?”
“Pass me the clay.”
“I see.”
“You didn’t actually answer my question, you know.”
“I answer your question when I want to.”
“I’m finished with this one.”
“I see.”
“There is something you don’t know.”
“What are you talking about?
“Your eyes.”
“What about my eyes?”
“I like your eyes.”
“Why?”
“It’s the way you see with them.”
“My eyes are like everyone else’s eyes.”
“No, they aren’t. When you are calm like this, they’re chocolate colored, ancient old eyes..”
“There’s nothing to be analyzed about my eyes.”
“They’re dark and beautiful.”
“Why are you even noticing my eyes?”
“When you’re angered, or shrouded in the shadows, they’re narrowed and bloodlike, dangerous eyes...”
“Why are you even noticing my eyes?”
“They’re the ones that made me fall for you.”
“I..”
“..can’t see.”
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Characters: Bakura Ryou and his yami
Warnings: angst and melodrama.
Summary: Ryou has a conversation with his yami on a late evening.
Author’s note: unbeta-ed, weird. Felt like writing it, and made it a gift ficcie for my lil’ sis, hales731. Follows the pattern of “I know”, located in previous post here .
To avoid any confusion: it’s Ryou who starts every bit of conversation.
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“It’s late.”
“It is.”
“The clock is over there.”
“I see.”
“You make me feel uncomfortable.”
“You have no reason to feel uncomfortable.”
“You only see me as a supplier, a servant.”
“You are my supplier and servant.”
“I see.”
“Give me at least one reason why you see me like that.”
“Don’t demand something of me.”
“Give me at least one reason, yami.”
“Don’t demand something of me, ‘yadonushi’.”
“Stop calling me that, please.”
“Stop demanding something of me.”
“I can’t.”
“I see.”
“Why are you ignoring me?”
“Why do you keep nagging?”
“Why aren’t you talking to me?”
“Why do you keep talking?”
“Will you stay when I say I love you?”
“You don’t love me.”
“What?”
“You can’t love me.”
“I see.”
“Your yellow spray paint is almost up.”
“You will get me a new one.”
“Your red spray paint is running out as well.”
“I see.”
“You don’t care for me, do you?”
“I do care for my landlord.”
“You are using me.”
“I pay my rent. ”
“You aren’t very nice.”
“I quit being nice after everyone in my village had been slaughtered.”
“I see.”
“Yami?”
“What, yadonushi?”
“If I say I truly loved you.. would that make you hate me?”
“I don’t care enough for you to care at all for your feelings.”
“So… that is a no?”
“Pass me the clay.”
“I see.”
“You didn’t actually answer my question, you know.”
“I answer your question when I want to.”
“I’m finished with this one.”
“I see.”
“There is something you don’t know.”
“What are you talking about?
“Your eyes.”
“What about my eyes?”
“I like your eyes.”
“Why?”
“It’s the way you see with them.”
“My eyes are like everyone else’s eyes.”
“No, they aren’t. When you are calm like this, they’re chocolate colored, ancient old eyes..”
“There’s nothing to be analyzed about my eyes.”
“They’re dark and beautiful.”
“Why are you even noticing my eyes?”
“When you’re angered, or shrouded in the shadows, they’re narrowed and bloodlike, dangerous eyes...”
“Why are you even noticing my eyes?”
“They’re the ones that made me fall for you.”
“I..”
“..can’t see.”