Let's see now...what to say? Um...I'll be calling Yami Bakura by Akei at some point, probably in chapter 3, I gotta fit it in somewhere where it works. But it's my official name that I use for Yami Bakura ^^ Ok, enough chit chat, read on! And review at the end pwease ::wink.::
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Yami Bakura stared at Bakura as the boy shook himself awake, staring around in fear. His eyes locked to his yami and from a semi-normal face, it's features changed quickly to pure horror. He grabbed the small couch pillow he had been laying on and clutched it between his hands before him.
The yami stood and was about to move towards Bakura when the boy cringed at a pain in his arm and rolled up his sleeve. He whimpered out loud when he saw a long red scar streaked across his left arm. Yami Bakura saw this and nearly freaked out and yelled. "WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM?!"
Bakura yelped at the raised voice and rolled the sleeve down, ignoring the fresh pain in the arm. His eyes moved from the now covered wound to look at his enraged yami. Fear stroke through Bakura's mind but he spoke worriedly out anyway. "Y-y-you..." The thought of Yami Bakura breaking his right arm and cutting his left snuck into his mind again and he cried out and the thought, burying his head into his arms (which now rested on his knees). Not paying any attention, the image slipped from his mind to his yami's...
Eyes widened in the face of the past tomb-raider. The image of blood everywhere on Bakura's bedroom carpet, the table and lamp thrown to the side, HIMSELF breaking Bakura's arm and creating that scar. The yami fell backwards into the chair he was once in, staring baffled at Bakura who paid no heed to move his head from his arms as he quivered from pain and dread.
'I think...I need to make....a phone call....' For the second time in that day, Yami Bakura walked over to the phone to call Yami, yet this time he was more shaken up. More then he ever has been in his life. It took him two or three tries to push the right buttons on the phone from his quivering finger, but at long last it began it's ringing.
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Yugi ran into the room towards the phone and yelled for Yami to come in, who quickly complied. Yugi pointed to the still ringing phone worriedly as he spoke to his yami. "It's Bakura's number again...probably his yami...can you pick it up....please..?"
"Of course, aibou." Yami crossed the room and answered the ringing phone just when Yami Bakura was about to give up. "Hello..?"
"Yami..."
"Yami Bakura?" 'God I hate that name...' "What is it now?" The Pharaoh's voice left his mouth agitated.
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Yami Bakura sighed on his end and looked back towards the living room where Bakura was still curled up tightly. "...........I......I need your help....and fast..."
"Why would you need my help?!"
"Something is terribly wrong with Bakura...I SWEAR I haven't done a thing. He's already gone unconscious once and when he woke up, there was a newly formed scar on his wrist.......I seriously don't know what to do......"
"Have you tried talking to him?"
"I stood up and he panicked."
"Ever think 'mental link'?"
"Oh....right....but....please...Urg I can't believe I am saying this!" His voice went back to its normal his for a moment then slightly...mumbled. "Can you just get over here...?"
A pause. "Fine. But this better not be a trick or you're seriously are going to die. Slowly. I'm bringing Yugi as well."
The phone clicked down as Yami Bakura went back to sit in the chair, Bakura never moving an inch.
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"What was that about Yami?"
"We have to go over and help Bakura and his yami..."
"We...?" Yugi asked curiously as Yami headed for the door.
"Yes. We. I don't trust being in a house with just Yami Bakura and Bakura, just in case this is some sort of sick trap."
"Alright..." And they were out of the house in a flash.
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'Ok....mental link...right....arg why am I so god damn spacing it?!' He was answered by another image from Bakura's mind that had slipped out, from when Bakura was being thrown to the ground various times. The yami cringed. 'This makes no sense...I haven't done anything...and yet he's suffering with wounds from things that it seems I have done. I just don't get it....Well...might as well try the link..'
{Bakura?}
[..........]
{Listen to me. Yami and Yugi are coming over here to check you out, I don't know what the hell is wrong with you but I just can't figure it out myself. How I hate to admit...}
[P-p-please....d-don't hit m-me again.....t-today...]
{I haven't hit you at all!}
Bakura coward more into the couch, moving his head from being buried in his arms to stare at his yami for a moment. But the pain in his arm reminded him of terror and he cried into his arms again.
'This is hopeless....'
He jerked upright from the chair as a loud, forceful knock reached his ears from the door. 'Yami and Yugi....' Slowly he stalked to the door, opening it and letting the two look-alikes step in. With silence in the order, he showed them to Bakura before sinking back in his chair with an I-don't-know-what-to-do face.
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Yami sighed as he stared at Yami Bakura for a moment.
/He looks so-/
//Pathetic?//
/Uh yeah and-/
//Worried?//
/Yeah but-/
//Confused?//
/YAMI!/
//What?// Yami chuckled slightly and kneeled down by Bakura. "Hey kid, you alright?"
/You aren't very good at this./
//Hey be nice, I'm trying here.//
"Hey Bakura, what has your yami done to you?" Yugi quirked.
"I haven't done anything! Bakura I haven't!" Yami Bakura jolted from his seat, a desperate look of innocence on his feet.
"D-d-don't let him hurt m-me anymore....." Bakura rasped out and Yami stood to glare at the other yami.
"You're a very bad liar."
"I'm NOT lying! Bakura those are just dreams, I haven't done any of that!"
"Any of what?" Yugi asked, standing up besides his dark half.
Again the other yami was back in his chair. He was so confused, nothing was making sense and he was getting blamed for something he hadn't done. Being blamed was harder to deal with then knowing you did something and getting blamed. He lowered his head to rest his hands on his forehead before speaking. "Bakura hasn't been paying attention and some of his dreams or whatever have been slipping through our mental link....."
"Of...?" Yami urged.
".......Of me......the first one slipped by had me break his right arm then cut his left arm. There was already blood everywhere...he had to of dreamed more before....but that's not what I'm... 'worried' about...." He paused and looked up, trying not to sound threatening. "Bakura, show them your arm."
The boy hesitated.
{Please Bakura...}
Slowly Bakura rolled up his left sweater sleeve, revealing the large red scar along his arm.
".....That's exactly were the dream had me cut him......"
Yami blinked a moment and ran a finger along the cut, making Bakura flinch. He moved his hand from the frail boy and muttered. "People are supposed to come out of dreams unscathed..."
"You think I know what's going on?! I didn't call you over here to tell me what I already know!"
/He needs a name....I'm not calling him Yami Bakura, it's too long of a name./
//Good point, any ideas...?//
/Yeah, I thought about it when we came over./
//Well...?//
/Akei!/ ((A/N: ^^))
//Um...ok...// "Akei it is then."
"What the hell...?!"
"Your new name."
"Since when?!"
"Since now." He pointed to his aibou. "It was his idea, not mine."
"Whatever..." he grumbled. "Now what do we do about Bakura?!"
"There is one thing......."
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Hehe....cliffy....I may get another chapter up before I go on vacation Friday for two weeks, but I may not. I have to think of the answer ^^;;; eheh....anyway...that's all for now.
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Yami Bakura stared at Bakura as the boy shook himself awake, staring around in fear. His eyes locked to his yami and from a semi-normal face, it's features changed quickly to pure horror. He grabbed the small couch pillow he had been laying on and clutched it between his hands before him.
The yami stood and was about to move towards Bakura when the boy cringed at a pain in his arm and rolled up his sleeve. He whimpered out loud when he saw a long red scar streaked across his left arm. Yami Bakura saw this and nearly freaked out and yelled. "WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM?!"
Bakura yelped at the raised voice and rolled the sleeve down, ignoring the fresh pain in the arm. His eyes moved from the now covered wound to look at his enraged yami. Fear stroke through Bakura's mind but he spoke worriedly out anyway. "Y-y-you..." The thought of Yami Bakura breaking his right arm and cutting his left snuck into his mind again and he cried out and the thought, burying his head into his arms (which now rested on his knees). Not paying any attention, the image slipped from his mind to his yami's...
Eyes widened in the face of the past tomb-raider. The image of blood everywhere on Bakura's bedroom carpet, the table and lamp thrown to the side, HIMSELF breaking Bakura's arm and creating that scar. The yami fell backwards into the chair he was once in, staring baffled at Bakura who paid no heed to move his head from his arms as he quivered from pain and dread.
'I think...I need to make....a phone call....' For the second time in that day, Yami Bakura walked over to the phone to call Yami, yet this time he was more shaken up. More then he ever has been in his life. It took him two or three tries to push the right buttons on the phone from his quivering finger, but at long last it began it's ringing.
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Yugi ran into the room towards the phone and yelled for Yami to come in, who quickly complied. Yugi pointed to the still ringing phone worriedly as he spoke to his yami. "It's Bakura's number again...probably his yami...can you pick it up....please..?"
"Of course, aibou." Yami crossed the room and answered the ringing phone just when Yami Bakura was about to give up. "Hello..?"
"Yami..."
"Yami Bakura?" 'God I hate that name...' "What is it now?" The Pharaoh's voice left his mouth agitated.
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Yami Bakura sighed on his end and looked back towards the living room where Bakura was still curled up tightly. "...........I......I need your help....and fast..."
"Why would you need my help?!"
"Something is terribly wrong with Bakura...I SWEAR I haven't done a thing. He's already gone unconscious once and when he woke up, there was a newly formed scar on his wrist.......I seriously don't know what to do......"
"Have you tried talking to him?"
"I stood up and he panicked."
"Ever think 'mental link'?"
"Oh....right....but....please...Urg I can't believe I am saying this!" His voice went back to its normal his for a moment then slightly...mumbled. "Can you just get over here...?"
A pause. "Fine. But this better not be a trick or you're seriously are going to die. Slowly. I'm bringing Yugi as well."
The phone clicked down as Yami Bakura went back to sit in the chair, Bakura never moving an inch.
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"What was that about Yami?"
"We have to go over and help Bakura and his yami..."
"We...?" Yugi asked curiously as Yami headed for the door.
"Yes. We. I don't trust being in a house with just Yami Bakura and Bakura, just in case this is some sort of sick trap."
"Alright..." And they were out of the house in a flash.
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'Ok....mental link...right....arg why am I so god damn spacing it?!' He was answered by another image from Bakura's mind that had slipped out, from when Bakura was being thrown to the ground various times. The yami cringed. 'This makes no sense...I haven't done anything...and yet he's suffering with wounds from things that it seems I have done. I just don't get it....Well...might as well try the link..'
{Bakura?}
[..........]
{Listen to me. Yami and Yugi are coming over here to check you out, I don't know what the hell is wrong with you but I just can't figure it out myself. How I hate to admit...}
[P-p-please....d-don't hit m-me again.....t-today...]
{I haven't hit you at all!}
Bakura coward more into the couch, moving his head from being buried in his arms to stare at his yami for a moment. But the pain in his arm reminded him of terror and he cried into his arms again.
'This is hopeless....'
He jerked upright from the chair as a loud, forceful knock reached his ears from the door. 'Yami and Yugi....' Slowly he stalked to the door, opening it and letting the two look-alikes step in. With silence in the order, he showed them to Bakura before sinking back in his chair with an I-don't-know-what-to-do face.
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Yami sighed as he stared at Yami Bakura for a moment.
/He looks so-/
//Pathetic?//
/Uh yeah and-/
//Worried?//
/Yeah but-/
//Confused?//
/YAMI!/
//What?// Yami chuckled slightly and kneeled down by Bakura. "Hey kid, you alright?"
/You aren't very good at this./
//Hey be nice, I'm trying here.//
"Hey Bakura, what has your yami done to you?" Yugi quirked.
"I haven't done anything! Bakura I haven't!" Yami Bakura jolted from his seat, a desperate look of innocence on his feet.
"D-d-don't let him hurt m-me anymore....." Bakura rasped out and Yami stood to glare at the other yami.
"You're a very bad liar."
"I'm NOT lying! Bakura those are just dreams, I haven't done any of that!"
"Any of what?" Yugi asked, standing up besides his dark half.
Again the other yami was back in his chair. He was so confused, nothing was making sense and he was getting blamed for something he hadn't done. Being blamed was harder to deal with then knowing you did something and getting blamed. He lowered his head to rest his hands on his forehead before speaking. "Bakura hasn't been paying attention and some of his dreams or whatever have been slipping through our mental link....."
"Of...?" Yami urged.
".......Of me......the first one slipped by had me break his right arm then cut his left arm. There was already blood everywhere...he had to of dreamed more before....but that's not what I'm... 'worried' about...." He paused and looked up, trying not to sound threatening. "Bakura, show them your arm."
The boy hesitated.
{Please Bakura...}
Slowly Bakura rolled up his left sweater sleeve, revealing the large red scar along his arm.
".....That's exactly were the dream had me cut him......"
Yami blinked a moment and ran a finger along the cut, making Bakura flinch. He moved his hand from the frail boy and muttered. "People are supposed to come out of dreams unscathed..."
"You think I know what's going on?! I didn't call you over here to tell me what I already know!"
/He needs a name....I'm not calling him Yami Bakura, it's too long of a name./
//Good point, any ideas...?//
/Yeah, I thought about it when we came over./
//Well...?//
/Akei!/ ((A/N: ^^))
//Um...ok...// "Akei it is then."
"What the hell...?!"
"Your new name."
"Since when?!"
"Since now." He pointed to his aibou. "It was his idea, not mine."
"Whatever..." he grumbled. "Now what do we do about Bakura?!"
"There is one thing......."
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Hehe....cliffy....I may get another chapter up before I go on vacation Friday for two weeks, but I may not. I have to think of the answer ^^;;; eheh....anyway...that's all for now.