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"Thoughts"

(Hikari to Yami)

((Yami to Hikari))

"Talking"

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It was a cold and dreary night; a young 17 year old girl was walking alone in (mahogany) downtown Domino, Japan.

She was exhausted after working two shifts and just wanted to get back to her apartment and just sleep. Luckily, things at the restaurant went well and there were no fights. As she was deep in her thoughts, while fiddling with the band of her duffle bag, she wasn't aware that she was being stalked

. She didn't become aware till a creepy feeling had spread over her body. She narrowed her eyes and stopped as she took a glimpse behind her left shoulder and noticed three figures walking towards her. A dreaded feeling crept up into her stomach as she made a run for it.

The three figures ran after her and when she heard their footsteps quickening, she sped up.

Please not now….not tonight she pleaded in her mind as she turned a corner hoping to be able to lose or at least out run the three stalkers.

Realizing that she can't keep this pace going any longer, she slowed down a little to gain some breath. Not paying attention, she trip as her foot fell between the cracks of the side walk, injuring her ankle in the process. "Shit, shit, shit" she kept muttering as she tried to stand.

Grabbing a lamp post for support, she managed to pull herself up and leaned against it…. wincing, she put her right foot down to see if she had sprained it. However, she was relieved that her ankle was only twisted.

Looking around, she noticed the silence and let out a sigh of relief. She slowly pushed herself away from the lamp post and began to limp across the street, heading towards the direction of her apartment.

She winced at each step she took, but knew that she had to get home, though her ankle was beginning to swell.

As she was concentrating on her steps to avoid another injury, the same dreaded feeling had returned to her stomach. Starting to panic, she slowly looked up, and her eyes widen when she was able to get a full view of three guys who happened to the ones who were following her.

She was about to scream, when she felt a hand cover her mouth and felt herself being drag backwards into an ally.

Bakura was walking down the side walk wearing his black trench coat as he was returning from Marik's and Malik's home.

He wanted to get back home to his hikari, Ryou who was probably getting worried about his yami. Bakura couldn't help but smirk at that thought.

It has been two years since he, Atem, and Marik have been separated from their hikaris' by gaining their own bodies.

The tomb robber has been reminiscing on the past and began to realize how much he has changed over the years.

Still he can be an impatient, mean jackass but he tries to keep himself under control. Thanks to Ryou, he was able to deal with these issues.

Bakura and Atem still have their rivalry between them but finally agreed to let bygones be bygones. Though, the same can not be said about Marik who still hasn't fully accepted the pharaoh. The tomb robber realized that there will be a time when tomb guardian will let go out of his pride and accept the pharaoh as an ally and maybe a friend; like he did.

As he was passing the ally where the girl was pulled into earlier, he had a bad feeling and stopped in his tracks and turned to looked down the ally way. He narrowed his maghony eyes as he saw a silhouette of a figure lying in the dark, not moving. Shrugging it off like it was none of his business, the white hair yami walked on.

As he continued on his way back to his and Ryou's home, regret was creeping within him as he tried to shrugged it off. However, he wasn't able to win the fight and sighs as he turned and headed back towards the entry way of the ally. He looked down the ally-way and decided to walk towards the figure making sure that they were okay.

As he was getting closer, he began to get a good view of the body. He stopped when he was standing beside the unconscious person.

He saw long green hair and as he began to get a closer look; he realized that the figure was a girl, probably a year or two younger than him.

He knelt down beside the unconscious body and began to examine the extent of her injuries. He took note that her clothes were torn leaving her partially expose. He also noticed cuts, bruises and perhaps some broken ribs….as well as her swollen ankle.

The whitenette put two fingers on her neck and was surprised that she was still alive. Looking around, he knew that he couldn't just leave the girl there.

So, he took off his black trench coat and began wrapping it around the unconscious girl's body to cover her and picked her up in his arms, while grabbing her bag that was lying beside her her in the process. He was shock at how light she was but shrugged it off and headed back towards his home, hoping that Ryou will know what to do.

After minutes of walking, Bakura notice the street that leads to his house and was relieved that he was almost home.

As he headed down the street, he took a glimpse of the girl in his arms and felt himself getting warmed in the face but shook it off and looked straight ahead.

Seeing the driveway not too far away, he quickens his steps as he finally made it to the front door of the white house. Seeing that he wasn't able to get the keys from his pockets due to the girl in his arms, he kicked the door a loud as he could.

He waited and waited and began to feel a vain pop out of his forehead due to irritation as Ryou wasn't answering the door right away, plus the girl in his arms was getting heavy and lastly he was tired. As he was about to break down the door, but he lowered his right leg as he heard the door unlock and was starring into a face that is similar to his yet so innocent.

Ryou smiled at this yami, then his eyes widen when he noticed the unconscious girl in his yami's arms. "Kura….is she" The tomb robber walked past the shock Ryou as he place the girl on the couch covering her up with a blanket. The older of the two stood up and looked at his hikari who had a confused look on his face.

"In case you were wondering, yes she is alive….though not in good condition." The hikari headed towards the couch as Bakura stood aside, leaving room for Ryou to check on the girl.