The next morning, I wake up at six to get ready for school. I do my usual routine- get dressed, brush my teeth, pack a lunch- and start on the two mile walk to school. Even though school doesn't start till eight, I like to get there early and wonder the school while it's empty. I did this for every school I've been to.

On the walk to school, I look around, noticing that only adults were about. I stopped for a moment and closed my eyes. They all seemed to be heading somewhere important and not having a care in world for the people around them. Pushing this out of the way, I continued my two mile walk to school.

Once at the school, I went to my locker and put away my sneakers and replaced them with slippers. I slowly ascended the stairs to the school roof, counting the steps as I climbed up.

Forty-two. Forty-two steps from the ground floor to the roof.

Once I reached the door to the roof, I place my hand upon the doorknob and open it without a care in the world. I forget everything-school, Hiyoshi, even the horrible squeaking sound the door makes as I open it- as I look at the beautiful view in front of me. The rising sun strokes the sky with its vivid oranges and yellows and erases the nightly blue.

I walk towards the fence at the edge of the roof, lace my fingers through the holes, and stare with soft eyes at the sky. It's amazing how the view of something so pretty can make all my troubles go away- even if it was for a temporary moment in time.

Fifteen minutes later, the sun slowly inching its way to face the world, I heard gentle footsteps on the stairs by the door. I didn't bother to turn around even after I heard the door scream when it was opened and closed. I didn't turn around when the steps started to approach me. I did however turn to look at my right when I saw the person standing there next to me and also staring at the sky with wide, soft eyes.

The sunlight seemed to be attracted to his long, white hair. His wide eyes and smile reminded me of a child receiving a shiny red bike for his birthday. I couldn't help but respond with a small grin myself.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Bakura says, placing his larger, yet still delicate hand on top of mine.

"Yeah, it is."

Nine birds start to fly into the sky. They make the chirps and call to one another and eventually fall into line, forming a V. They seem so at peace, needing each and every one of them to make their formation. If one was missing then the birds could not make their exact V. I sensed they knew this and appreciated their kin greatly.

"Ney, Bakura-"

"Please, call me Ryou. It'll be easier to distinguish me from my Yami."

"Okay, Ryou." I paused for a moment, thinking of something to say. I wanted to ask him if he sensed a connection between me and Bakura; I wanted to ask him what he thought of this connection; but most of all, I wanted to ask what he thought of me. I turned so I could look directly at him and stare into his eyes. He titled his head, waiting for me to continue. "Um, nevermind. It's not important."

He looked at me with curiosity and disappointment painting his face, but soon washed it away mere seconds later. "Hey Yuki-chan, close your eyes for a second."

I held a questioning look, but did as he said. I let the yellows and oranges of the sky be replaced with the temporary blackness that hid behind my eyes. I waited a few seconds before I felt Ryou moving behind me. A cold chain was soon felt around my neck, and seconds later, the chain dropped slightly downwards.

"Keep your eyes closed," he whispered in my ear, tickling me the slightest and sending shivers down my spine.

I heard him take two footsteps around me and felt his presence in front of me. I waited for him to tell me to open my eyes, and right when I was about to ask, I was soon stopped. His warm, gentle lips stopped mine from uttering a single word that formed my question. Ryou's kiss was so different from Bakura's: patient, gentle and relaxed. I melted into the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to close what little distance was between us. But before I could push him closer to me, he broke away.

"You can open your eyes now," he said gently in his British accent.

I let my eyes flutter open and painted my cheeks a rosy pink. I soon looked down at the necklace he placed on me moments before: a sliver locket. I held it in-between my right thumb and pointer finger carefully, fearing it would break with the slightest movement. I looked into Bakura's eyes before opening the locket, only to find it blank.

"It's blank," I said, confusion in my voice.

"Yes, it is. Let's fill that heart with memories to come, okay Yuki-chan?"

A smile grew to my lips in response and I nodded my head in agreement. "Yeah, okay Ryou. Let's make lots of memories."