Written for nozmo on my request a drabble post in my journal.
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Never did and never will.
Bakura was more than worried. He was scared; terrified. From the moment he was pulled out of class and he found out that his father was hospitalized, until near midnight, he scarcely even blinked, and he head next to no information on his father's condition.
How he had managed to fall asleep was a question that would probably go unanswered, especially in one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs. When he awoke, he would curse himself for it, but for now he would dream.
He dreamed of a black abyss, and a boy with blue-green hair who looked eerily like Kaiba.
"It's you!" Bakura exclaimed, running to him.
"Have we met?" the boy asked, looking at Bakura sharply.
Bakura nodded. "It was a really long time ago. When my sister died. You were there, and you made me feel better. Before I left I saw you playing with her."
"Did I?" the boy asked.
Bakura nodded, then looked worried. "My father's not going to die, too, is he?"
"I doubt it."
Bakura sighed in relief. "That's good. You said your name was," he paused for a moment as he thought about it. "Noa, right?"
"That is my name. When did I tell you?"
Bakura managed to smile. "It was the first time we met," he shifted his weight. "Would you mind, uh, keeping me company while I wait?"
Noa shrugged, and sat in a chair that had appeared. "I don't have much else to do."
Bakura smiled gratefully, and sat down also.
"I've always wanted to say thank you for waiting with me last time. And for playing with Amane after I had to go."
Noa shrugged, and was shocked when Bakura's arms wrapped around him. "Thank you for everything."
He didn't want to let go.
Constructive Criticism more than welcome, flames will be mocked.