"Collect supplies," Yami muttered angrily to himself, "What a waste of time."
He had traveled to the other side of the island in his search for something useful. It hadn't taken him long. It was a small island. The interior was very muggy and overgrown so Yami had decided to search the beach on the other side of the island for coconuts. He was in luck, this beach was dotted with several palm trees.
The sun was beginning to set as he walked down the beach. Rays of yellow were becoming orange as the sun neared the horizon.
"I feel bad for Marik and Malik," he thought aloud, "Stuck in that humid jungle, I should be helping them. I'm fine to work." He tried to bend down to pick up a coconut that had fallen from a tree but ended up doubled over in pain. He clutched his chest and said a few choice words. "Okay maybe not." he acknowledged. He slowly got to his feet and sighed. "I'll get the coconuts later."
A natural outcrop of rock jutted out into the water on one side of the beach. He eased himself down to rest at the end of it. The water around the outcrop was deep enough for him to dangle his legs in it. It cooled his flesh and washed away all of the dirt and sweat he had collected treking through the jungle. He watched as the last rays of sun dipped below the waves. Then he began to sing. A song he often dreamt of singing to someone special one day.
"Promise me to think of us," His voice drited softly through his lips. "as a time so beautiful. Promise to think of us," his eyes fell shut as he continued to sing. "still bright still colorful. Promise me to look back at us, as a time in your life you enjoyed..."
At the end of the chorus he opened his eyes and jumped back at what he saw. A young man, probably only a year or two younger than himself was sitting at the edge of his rock watching him. Yami was slightly embarassed, he never sang in front of people.
"Who are you?" he exclaimed loudly. At this the other man jumped back surprised. He certainly looks familiar, Yami thought, And not just because he looks so much like me... I've got it! He looks like the one I saw in that dream! The other me...
The other said nothing, only swam back to the rock and looked at Yami with those curious, amethyst eyes. The moon, which was full tonight, laid dappled shadows on the young one's pale skin. It made him appear angelic, but Yami couldn't help but wonder why God would give up such a special creature. He watched as the other rested his head cutely on his hands and looked at Yami expectantly.
"What, what is it?" Yami tried to break their eye contact but the exotic purple orbs wouldn't leave his crimson ones. "Do you want me to sing again?" His other looked at him for a moment before nodding slowly. "Look this isn't a concert-" he began but he noticed the smile on the face of the other begin to droop. A frown did not seem right on this face, so he gave in. "Ok, fine, but I'm not really a good singer..."
He began again, but chose a different song, "You remember me, you remember us. It was magical when I felt your touch." Yami looked over to the other. He was encouraged to see that his pretty smile had returned. He continued. "It's a strong memory still today. It felt so good with your body close, but those days are gone. Time flies away. But it's what I'm dreaming of still today..." they sat for a moment just observing one another.
"Yami? Yami are you here?" Bakura's voice broke apart the silence. His friend must have come looking for him.
He turned back to the other man but he was about to swim away. "Wait! What's your name?" Yami tried to grab his wrist before he could get away, but when he made contact with the other's skin his fingers went through his arm. It felt like touching water. Yami watched in disbelief as the other dove under the dark water. He was gone just as quickly as he had appeared.
"Yami!" Bakura said coming up behind him. "Have you been here all evening?"
"No! I well- I-I suppose I have." He stutured.
"Cat got your tongue?" Bakura asked.
"No you just took me by surprise that's all!" Yami said a little too quickly.
"Well if you say so." Bakura said. He didn't really look convinced. "Let's get back to camp."
"Uh... Bakura can I ask you something?" Yami wouldn't meet his gaze. Bakura waited quietly. "Uh, would you help me up?"
"The great Yami Atemu asking for help! This must be painful for you!" Bakura smiled playfully and held out a hand. Yami took it gratefully.
"Yea but not nearly as painful as the broken ribs!" Yami said. I can't tell him about it... At least not yet. "Bakura, there's something else."
"What?"
"Can you help me pick up those damn coconuts?"
Two days later, Yami was rowing a dingy from the beach to the ship carrying wood for the others to use in the repairs. Whether he was healing or had just become accustomed to the pain, It was already becoming much easier for him to help out. This was a good job for him too, because it allowed him to rest his midsection, for the most part.
Maybe I don't hurt as much anymore because I'm so damn distracted. Yami thought. I can't get that face out of my head. Those powerful eyes... It seemed so real...
His boat came to rest on the beach. He stepped out and looked around. Everything seemed to be in good shape. Supplies were holding. The guys had enough wood to keep working for the rest of the night.
Maybe I could go for a swim... No! It's just an excuse to go back to that beach and look for him. Yami had spent the last two days trying to convince himself what he had seen had been an illusion. That he had just been hallucinating from the pain of his injuries. Besides, the crew needs me right now. I can't go off chasing mirages when theres work to be done! He looked around the campsite again. Supplies were still good. They still had plenty of wood in stock. Nothing had changed in the thirty seconds he'd been standing there. There was still nothing he could do to help out.
I suppose a swim couldn't hurt... And it'll give me a chance to put these damn illusions to rest!
[AN] the first song in this chapter was Promise Me- Dead by April. The second was Within My Heart- Dead by April.