Why yes, I do love angst, why do you ask? XD Partly based on a role play on dA where my Bakura went all angsty...and I made the ending up.

I've been wondering lately what exactly I am. I'm not Ryou, we're separate now, and loving life. Well, he is. And I'm not Akefia either, because he's here too, brought back like I was with Shadow Magic. I have his memories; I just can't really remember what it was like to be human. It's just beyond my reach, like sand slipping though my fingers every time I try I just can't grasp what would make me human. And if I'm not human...if I'm some sort of Shadow being...does that mean I can't love?

That's my main worry. That I tell you every night that I love you, when I'm not even sure I can love. I wasn't even sure what love really was, I've spent so long alone and just with the Shadows I...I don't think I can feel anymore. I feel nothing when you cry over people you've lost, when you seem so...human, you make me feel strange and robotic because of the way I think. I don't feel, I only think. I evaluate every situation; know how to turn it to my advantage. It was my lack of feeling that gave me an advantage, and it's this that makes me doubt myself in the current situation.

The current situation has nothing to do with what I've been doing for as long as I can remember. No more Millennium Items, no more quests for revenge, just...living and loving you. And I'm not sure I can truly do either.

Of course, you don't think so. When I asked you, told you how I didn't even know if I was human, you held me and told me that of course I was. Even as I sobbed uncharacteristically into your shirt and told you I couldn't love you, you told me I did. But even then, I wasn't sure if I believed you.

I asked Akefia, too. He seems to find it much easier to live this way, maybe because he is human. He told me to get over myself, that I had spent too long as Zork, thinking myself a god, that I now couldn't adjust my mindset. Maybe he's right, maybe this was all in my head.

I think I'm over it now.

We got attacked at night in a dark alley by some drunks. I stabbed the first one, slashed at the second...and barely heard the gun as it went off, five bullets slamming into my ribcage. The knife slipped from my hand as I dropped to the ground. None of the bullets had hit my heart, but I knew I was dying. I knew that there was no way I could survive.

You're holding me now, screaming and crying, shouting my name to the empty world. They guy with the gun has run off. You're calling someone on your phone; I guess it's the ambulance. Don't bother. They won't get here in time. I reach my hand out and cup your wet face as I'm drawing my last breath. It doesn't hurt anymore, so I can smile softly at you one last time.

"Guess I am human after all."

The other person can be anyone you want, they're just someone for Bakura to love. In the rp it was Marik (the hikari).

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