The crumbling of rocks and sand under his feet was somehow comforting as he walked throught the Valley of the Kings, a strong shadow cast over him as he looked up at the black sky and the perfect plain moon that hardly let light over the land. He grunt that the knife he managed to slip out of his chest, a pair of curled horns that's tips pressed against his cheeks.
He looked around like something was missing, he needed something here with him but that wasnt right... he left that behind, his past, present and future. He left that behind when it was given to him again and viciously ripped away by that one thing he searched for.
He wondered where to go from here, if he was to even bother, everything he'd done up until now was a waste of life and time. The one he was closest to didnt want him, killed him and sent him here. He wished he had answered all those questions that had been thrown at him. Where is his home? Destroyed and turned to dust now. There was no home and no going back.
How is he all alone? He was consumed by revenge and to avenge his families death. He failed miserably and when he thought he found someone that person destroyed him.
Theres no light and no sound. Its hard to breath when you're underground, isnt it Bakura? Can you hear me NOW?! The voice shouted angrily as the moon exploded with light, a figure forming so plae and slender, the boy glared down at the male as his long white hair flowed around his shoulders, large white feathered wings framing his body. How long could I pretend that I could be free without you? That I could more on and have a life once I was free? You took everything from me.. a life, friends, family, my past.. I dont even know who I am anymore... The demon reached out his hand before taking it back and frowning, this was what he had been searching for and now it was here but how was it here? What have you done to yourself? He spoke with a husky voice and narrowed his red eyes at the person that was almost identical to him.
The angel grit his teeth and looked away from him. I couldnt live with the guilt and I felt so alone.. every night just got darker and darker and cold and I couldnt do it.. He looked to the demon against find an out stretched hand to him, they would forget about everything for there was no turning back now..
He lept down and took his hand, the light glow around his body peeled away from him, starting at his hand as he pulled Bakura in for a desperate embrace. His wings darkened until they were a black like the sky and he gripped onto him tightly. He couldnt feel anything, they couldnt feel anything. Like a terrible numbing all over their body that force them to never feel this pleasure of someone close. He looked up into the red eyes with his dull brown ones... they mirrored the same expression in their eyes.. nothing.. not a flicker of emotion because they know they didnt like each other, it was simple.. they werent alone and they could be comforted with that one simple thought. And they were okay with this... they'd be like this forever and on but never alone again...
(This is kinda a sequel to What i've done... its not really but it is based off it.. um ENJOY!)