I tossed and turned that night. I couldn't sleep. That morning, Amane came into my room, holding a tray with breakfast.
"Good morning, Ryou," she whispered. "And Bakura," she said with a smile.
I looked over to my side. There, was my Yami, in a ghostly form. He walked over to Amane, and lightly kissed the top of her hand. She began to blush. Was she able to see him?
I heard her singing. He was kissing her cheek as she did it, and she couldn't stop blushing as she tried to vocalize the words.
/Bakura, stop./
\I won't. Your sister is an angel, Ryou. I want her.\
/Well, you can't have her. Now, stop flirting with her./
He groaned, and vanished. She took in a deep breath, and stuck her inhaler into her mouth. I saw her breathing through it, and she walked over and hugged me.
"I'm sorry about him," I apologized.
"No," she whispered, "I like him. I think he's cute."
I blushed, personally. My sister had a crush on my Yami. How to feel, how to feel. Bad. Scared. Unsure. Et cetera.
"Amane, you can't. He's a bad, bad man. You can't be in love with him.", I told her.
She took a few steps away. "You can't help who you fall in love with, Ryou.", she said with a smile.
I didn't want her in love with him. He could flare up her allergies, hurt or kill her, or he could hurt or kill me, instead. Truth was- this is actually pretty embarrassing- I was in love with him. Amane couldn't have him because of the above reasons, but I also didn't want her to be in love with the person I was in love with.
It wasn't right. As was a lot of things that followed.