How I met my match a Darkshipping fanfic by Raz0reyes, literature
Literature
How I met my match a Darkshipping fanfic
-Prologue-
we’re so different yet the exact same
My name is Atem Mutou, I’m a freshman at Domino High, along with my twin; Yugi Mutou, we of course have our similarities and differences, we looked the same appearance-wise with a slight difference in height, I was a good foot and a half taller than Yugi was, and he looked more innocent with his big violet eyes and shy behavior. while myself on the other hand, was more devious and menacing with maroon red eyes that made many of the other students at Domino stare or cringe when I looked at them.
Yugi wore his school uniform almost all the time with a white button up shirt under th
Behind Closed Doors opening -Memories to forget- by Raz0reyes, literature
Literature
Behind Closed Doors opening -Memories to forget-
Memories; there are so many I can live without. WANT to live without. I hate my past... just-Ra; Why?? Why did you put me through this hell?! What did I ever do to deserve this?! I just want everything to be ok. I just... I-I just.. Can’t deal with this anymore. I feel like my mind is coming undone from all the madness I have seen and felt. It makes me sick knowing everything in my life is wrong, how the hell can Melvin deal with this?? well he’s lost his mind in the shadows, maybe thats why he can... maybe, if I lost my mind too, to the darkness, this pain would end?... I don’t know anymore. I... just don’t. Ra, pleas
-Chapter 002-
Cold blue eyes
"You're late Mr. Bakura!" A rude and snotty feminine voice scolded as we walked in the room.
"Yeah? So what are you going to do about Ms. Bitchtits?" Bakura spoke smoothly, his accent clearly heard as he spat the woman at the front of the room, "you know I don't give a rats arse about this bloody class full of dolts and that I'd rather be home and asleep with my bitch, so go on and expel me, I'm soooo scared!" He spat at her and rolled his eyes as he went to the back of the room and flopped down in a desk next to Yami, who was looking at him with a coy smirk as if in silent praise for what he had done.
Bakura