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Broken Glass
Pairing: Thiefshipping
Rating: K+
Warnings: unfaithfulness, attempts at suicide, depression, mentions of S&M
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That belongs to J. K. Rowling. Oh wait… wrong disclaimer… but don't worry: I don't own Yugioh either. It's Kazuki Takahashi's.
Have you ever been hurt so much you want to die? Has your heart ever been shattered beyond believe? Yes? Well, then you know how I feel right now. Broken. Used. Like shit.
'Why?' you may ask. If you must know: My lover cheated on me with some sexy, curvy girl and I caught him. In what position is none of your concern, so don't ask. I don' want to be reminded, thank you very much.
Okay, I think I shall introduce myself before I continue ranting. And my ex as well.
My name is Marik Ishtar, come from a strictly religious Egyptian family and was disowned by my father when he found out I like men. My former lover, for whom I left my family, is called Yoshi Nakamura [A/N: that name's not mine. My granma chose it], born in Japan, grown up in Japan. And even though we are complete opposites, our relationship was wonderful.
But now it's over…
He was everything I had and now I'm alone. No friends, no family. I gave it all up for him.
I always considered myself a strong person, but there is only so much one can take. I could live with his violence. With his beatings and the painful sex. Because he was with me.
But no body can shatter the way a soul can. Beyond repair like broken glass. And even if you manage to put the shards back together, the scars remain. No reflections will be whole, only tiny splinters of the entire thing.
And a splintered reflection isn't beautiful…
Nobody wants a broken soul.
That's why I am up here, on the bridge on which Yoshi and I kissed for the first time. The wind pulls on my blonde strands of hair, the setting sun tinting the world in a golden light. The river beneath the bridge whispers promises of peace, it being shallow enough and the bridge high up enough to ensure certain death for anyone who jumps.
My legs move on their own, nearing the edge. I climb onto the railing and take one last deep breath before…
Someone violently yanks me back. My back crashes into whomever prevented me from jumping and the force is so strong they stumble back and crash to the floor, me on top of them.
"You idiot!", someone hisses into my ear, "You really think that would help with whatever problem you have? Nothing is grave enough to excuse suicide!"
I lie prone on my human mattress, too shocked to respond. Not even when they begin to stir can I move.
Strong hands shove me off my savior and the concrete connects painfully with my body. I still don't move, laying still on my side. There is no reason to do anything. My only way out of this hell called life has been taken away.
"Hey you, get up! It's not healthy lying on the cold stone floor."
I raise my head and for the first time I can see the one who saved my life. He has long white hair, pale alabaster skin and narrowed russet eyes. His arms are crossed in front of his lean but muscular chest.
When our gazes meet one white eyebrow raises in worry and he kneels down next to me.
"What's wrong?" he asks, his voice still annoyed, but a bit of concern tinting his tone.
And I tell him everything. I don't know why, most likely desperation and loneliness. And he listens, not once disturbing my monologue, his face betraying no feelings.
When I'm finished he simply hugs me.
"I don't know how it is to e cheated on by the one you gave everything up for, but I do know how it is to lose your family. My parents and siblings died in a car crash when I was eleven. More than once have I thought about just giving up, but I never did. I fought and survived. And so will you."
Finally the tears I have been holding back fall, my arms finding their way around him to fist the blue and white striped tee he's wearing. For a long time we just sit there in each other's arms, my sobs eventually dying down.
"My name's Marik by the way…" I whisper, realizing we hadn't properly introduced yet.
"I'm Bakura. And seeing you have no home because your ex threw you out you can stay at mine for now. How about that?"
I nod and offer a weak smile. Maybe he can put the pieces of my shattered soul back together?
Word count: 764
I hope you liked ^^
~Todesan
Pairing: Thiefshipping
Rating: K+
Warnings: unfaithfulness, attempts at suicide, depression, mentions of S&M
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That belongs to J. K. Rowling. Oh wait… wrong disclaimer… but don't worry: I don't own Yugioh either. It's Kazuki Takahashi's.
Have you ever been hurt so much you want to die? Has your heart ever been shattered beyond believe? Yes? Well, then you know how I feel right now. Broken. Used. Like shit.
'Why?' you may ask. If you must know: My lover cheated on me with some sexy, curvy girl and I caught him. In what position is none of your concern, so don't ask. I don' want to be reminded, thank you very much.
Okay, I think I shall introduce myself before I continue ranting. And my ex as well.
My name is Marik Ishtar, come from a strictly religious Egyptian family and was disowned by my father when he found out I like men. My former lover, for whom I left my family, is called Yoshi Nakamura [A/N: that name's not mine. My granma chose it], born in Japan, grown up in Japan. And even though we are complete opposites, our relationship was wonderful.
But now it's over…
He was everything I had and now I'm alone. No friends, no family. I gave it all up for him.
I always considered myself a strong person, but there is only so much one can take. I could live with his violence. With his beatings and the painful sex. Because he was with me.
But no body can shatter the way a soul can. Beyond repair like broken glass. And even if you manage to put the shards back together, the scars remain. No reflections will be whole, only tiny splinters of the entire thing.
And a splintered reflection isn't beautiful…
Nobody wants a broken soul.
That's why I am up here, on the bridge on which Yoshi and I kissed for the first time. The wind pulls on my blonde strands of hair, the setting sun tinting the world in a golden light. The river beneath the bridge whispers promises of peace, it being shallow enough and the bridge high up enough to ensure certain death for anyone who jumps.
My legs move on their own, nearing the edge. I climb onto the railing and take one last deep breath before…
Someone violently yanks me back. My back crashes into whomever prevented me from jumping and the force is so strong they stumble back and crash to the floor, me on top of them.
"You idiot!", someone hisses into my ear, "You really think that would help with whatever problem you have? Nothing is grave enough to excuse suicide!"
I lie prone on my human mattress, too shocked to respond. Not even when they begin to stir can I move.
Strong hands shove me off my savior and the concrete connects painfully with my body. I still don't move, laying still on my side. There is no reason to do anything. My only way out of this hell called life has been taken away.
"Hey you, get up! It's not healthy lying on the cold stone floor."
I raise my head and for the first time I can see the one who saved my life. He has long white hair, pale alabaster skin and narrowed russet eyes. His arms are crossed in front of his lean but muscular chest.
When our gazes meet one white eyebrow raises in worry and he kneels down next to me.
"What's wrong?" he asks, his voice still annoyed, but a bit of concern tinting his tone.
And I tell him everything. I don't know why, most likely desperation and loneliness. And he listens, not once disturbing my monologue, his face betraying no feelings.
When I'm finished he simply hugs me.
"I don't know how it is to e cheated on by the one you gave everything up for, but I do know how it is to lose your family. My parents and siblings died in a car crash when I was eleven. More than once have I thought about just giving up, but I never did. I fought and survived. And so will you."
Finally the tears I have been holding back fall, my arms finding their way around him to fist the blue and white striped tee he's wearing. For a long time we just sit there in each other's arms, my sobs eventually dying down.
"My name's Marik by the way…" I whisper, realizing we hadn't properly introduced yet.
"I'm Bakura. And seeing you have no home because your ex threw you out you can stay at mine for now. How about that?"
I nod and offer a weak smile. Maybe he can put the pieces of my shattered soul back together?
Word count: 764
I hope you liked ^^
~Todesan
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