I spent two days earning money to buy watch I needed. Fake tan cost 873 yen and it was the best CHEAP one I could find! It took me a while to find some crimson contact lenses, but eventually I managed to find them in a Curses, which seemed to be a goth and emo shop. I ended up returning to Curses, after I actually found some of the stuff cool. When I, sort of, tested out my plan in my bedroom mirror, by wearing the contacts but only tanning my best- just to test it out, I suddenly became aware that something was ever so slightly off- the hair. While my hair is blonde, black and magenta, Atem's had been blonde, black and, instead of magenta, raspberry red. Well, naturally it was raspberry red, but he often dyed it lust-red. So as long as I could get my hair darker, I could be fine. It took me another day to earn enough money for some spray-in-wash-out red hair dye, but it was worth it. I added a bit to a piece of my pink hair, dyed it and looked in the mirror. Almost perfect, slightly off, but good enough to fool the world. I quickly washed it out before Grandpa or mum could see.

I feel bad when I realised the date. I had been so obsessed with setting up my plan and hanging out with friends, that I didn't even notice that the month was now september! I took 4 days to realise, but by then the day that would haunt me forever was right in front of me. It was september 4th. In a day's time it would mean Pharaoh had been dead a whole year, and I had forgotten. Trying to keep his title seemed to have become more important than the day of his death! I hadn't noticed how depressed my mum and grandpa had become. Grandpa had hardly opened the shop for the last few days, and my mum seemed to have permanently locked herself in her bedroom, crying her eyes out.
That night, I curled up in bed, wrapping the duvet tightly around me. The whole house was freezing even though grandpa had placed heaters almost everywhere in the house. As I wrapped the duvet round me, I felt a sudden string of warmth, like a bear was hugging me from behind. I still shivered, since my duvet actually felt like a ice bag, but remained in my bed crying. i cried myself to sleep that night. I felt that was the worst brother ever! I forgot about my brothers one year anniversary of his death! I had been so obsessed with impersonating him that I had forgotten about the real Pharaoh! I could see him in front of me, telling me I was a bad brother and that he hated me. The thought drifted off into my dreams.
I dreamed I was running, running after Pharaoh. My whole body ached and all I wanted to do was let my body smash to the concrete ground and I die. But I couldn't, I had to step Pharaoh. He ran and ran, and I ran and ran. Through traffic and fields, over bridges and lakes, I chased him determined not to get up. Then he stopped in the middle of a daisy field, grabbing his chest desperately, howling in pain. He feel to the floor and huddled in a futile position. I ran over to him and flung my arms about his quivering body. I begged him to stop crying and be okay, but he just started coughing up blood- chocking on each large pint of it that poured out like waterfall of his wide open mouth, dripping down the corners and onto the grass. I started crying, begging him to be okay, begging him to look at me, but he wouldn't. Then he went still. I shook him violently, trying to awake him but it was too late. His eyes slowly closed and the blood haulted. He managed to let out a large sigh, before entering the forever sleep. I screamed at him, my grip to his shoulders so tight, but nails tag in causing his blood to run.

I woke up in a cold sweat to find out it was morning. I just laid there for a moment, catching my breath and wiping away my tears. I wrapped my arms round myself and hug myself. Once I felt calm, i snuggled in to my bed sadly, before turning on the tele with the remote that rested on my table top. The tele flashed on straight away to a news report about the game tournament.

"The tournament is due to start tomorrow, but contestants are already appearing. It has been calculated that there are 200 more components this year then there has been for 6 years..."

Misery remained and deepened, making me feel useless and worthless. I hadn't thought properly about how many people I would be up against. I officially felt hopeless. It was that moment when all I wanted to do was give up.
I quickly turned the television on and forced myself to sit up in bed. I took a quick look at my bed side clock. The green and black screen read '6:37'. I pulled myself out of bed and headed down stairs. I'd have to leave to school in an hour and a half. I stumbled into the kitchen, my head lolling forward so all I could see was my own two feet. I staggered to the kitchen and opened the fridge. I swigged a mouthful of sweet milk straight from the bottle.
"Shouldn't drink straight from the bottle. I don't want your spit, thanks" came a flat voice from behind me.
I whipped round to see my mother sitting at the kitchen table, her longer fingers wrapped round a large cup of coffee.
"Hi mama…" I mumbled.
"Hey baby. You didn't sleep well did you?" she asked, her green and blue eyes staring at me.
I simply shook my head.
"Same hon. But, that isn't a shock really,…" She sighed and sipped her coffee "No school for you today. I want you here with me" She ordered.
She slammed her now empty coffee cup onto the table before letting a long breath. She turned her head back to me, before stretching out her arms.
"Can I have a hug?" She asked. She bit her lip as a tear escaped from her green eye. I saw another appearing from the corner of her blue eye. I rushed over to her and wrapped my arms round her neck tightly. She giggled in my grasp, but wrapped her arms lovingly around me.
"She won't leave me, will you?" she asked, her voice breaking and quivering.
"No…" I said in the same way, burying my head into her shoulder. "mum…" I sniffed.
"Look at us GiGi… sitting in the middle of the kitchen crying. How lame are me?" She giggled slightly, trying to lighten the sad situation.
"Mmmhmm…" I sniffed "He's not really gone…"
There was a pause. My mum rubbed my back soothingly with her hand and pulled me closer to her.
"Yes he is…"

Chapter 10 for you!

I've uploaded the start of a collection of one shots about the Bakura family- Thief Bakura, Yami Bakura, Ryou Bakura and little Amane Bakura. Check it out people!
See you next chapter….