The graveyard was peaceful, especially in the more dense portion. He always came here when he needed time to think. He walked briskly across the well kept lawn, not sparing a single glance to the grave markers. He only slowed his pace when the moonlight was dimmed by the overgrown trees. Most people avoided this area because of it's utter creepiness, but he had seen things far creepier.
As he walked, his mind began to replay memories from long ago. They came to him as if they were old movies, their images grainy. Pictures of a happy group of friends at the arcade, eating at Burger World, laughing and just living.
'Living...' he thought. 'Oh yes, we lived. And here I am, still alive. But am I living? Am I? Can I ever live without all those people? Heh, I guess I can't. I'm doomed to wait around here even after their body's have turned to ash.'
He stopped at a row of markers, their names carved into the granite. His tired eyes searched for the one name hat he had come here ot see... the one of the person he learned to love. Love and Protect. Tears welled up in his eyes as he searched, yet had not found his prize.
"There you are." A voice called to him. He snapped his head to the side.
"How..." He desprately tried to put words into a sentence, but they kept running through his head. Tears leaked out of his eyes as all his emotions overloaded.
"It's ok." the figure stepped forward. "I know. Let it all out." The figurte gently embraced him, cradling him in a warmth he long had missed.
The figure spoke. "Are you going to be ok? Bakura?" Bakura raised his eyes to meet his friends. A small smile apeared on his milky face.
"Yeah. Thanks Yami." And with that, they stepped out of the grave yard.
The wind gently blew, pushing away the leaves that had blocked one name :
Ryou Bakura.