So I felt like writing crap in celebration of Valentine's Day. This takes place after Marik's confession regarding Bakura to Seto and before they arrive in Cairo and get off the plane. It's mostly filler but hints towards plans I've got regarding all my chaptered fics. And it has hints towards future chapters. In a sense, it's filler but not. The fic could go on without this and it was originally going to go on without this but this isn't completely irrelevant either.

I also think what I've written is lame but hey, get some dose of V'Day in Bloody Brilliant without it actually being anywhere near that day in the timeline of the fic. Woo. Uh, I haven't much else to say except 'screw my own fic canon yet not really screwing it'.

In short, I wanted to write and ended up writing this!

Happy Valentine's Day guys and enjoy!

Omake Chapter: Valentine's Day

Marik's POV

While on that plane heading to Cairo, I was pondering a lot of things. Going through all those 'What If's and I wished to myself that what was appearing in my mind could actually be real for a change. One of those thoughts had me thinking too deeply, like picturing everyone's behaviour towards the ongoing events. I tried to think what was next after New Year's... in terms of birthdays and uh, holidays. Um... Jounouchi's on the 25th of January. Oh and Otogi on the 28th of February! And ah... um... oh. I forgot if there's anything else in those two months.

Then it hit me that I kicked off the first day of the New Year by leaving Japan to go to Egypt. I wondered if that was going to set the standard for the way I was going to go ahead with my year. I even abandoned Bakura on the first day of the New Year. Even had my friends tell me he was in love with me.

How the hell am I supposed to deal with that?

Wait a second! In February, there's that love day. That sends girls into squealing frenzies akin to what happened before that stupid Christmas party where Bakura and I... Anyway! I couldn't remember the name of that day and so I asked Seto and he gave me a weird look.

Eh, I suppose on a flight to Cairo where I'm going to uncover the mysteries of my past and I'm asking about some lame-ass holiday based around love on February 14th... I guess that does seem somewhat off. At least he told me the answer after raising an eyebrow and quizzing me about why I'd ask such a thing. So I ended up doing a big ramble to him to which he eventually told me to go 'baw' on livejournal instead. Whatever the fuck 'bawwing' is. And shit, livejournal. It looks like I still have more to learn about this internet.

In any case, it turned out that the day I was thinking of is Valentine's Day. Fun times, I suppose.

So I asked Seto about the common occurrences on Valentine's Day. He glared at me and asked if I wanted him to set me up with a livejournal account and when I said no, he told me to go 'youtube' it. Okay, now what the fuck is youtube? And then Mokuba mentioned nicovideo and once again I was lost in life. All I know about in terms of internet crap are those social networking sites I avoid like the plague – Ishizu told me never to go on them ever and Bakura told me all people do is fap to each other's status changes, which sounds kind of strange to me. Oh and there's FML, which is good stuff.

Bakura then set me up with some account on some fanfiction site and told me I should write the story of my life on there and see how people review my life. He said he wrote smut of Ryou and Honda for the hell of it and got reviews saying he should write more – even though the reviewers didn't know that Bakura was writing about actual people.

Shit, where was I? Valentine's Day, ah yes. So Seto and I had this discussion.

"So tell me about your experiences of Valentines' Days in the past," I said to him with a curious expression on my face.

Seto sighed. "I kept getting lots of chocolate, which Mokuba always ends up eating," he explained... and then that was it. I glared at him.

"You antisocial bastard! No hook-ups or anything?" Seto frowned at this question. With a roll of my eyes, I began prodding his shoulder. "Don't even explain why your business life gets in the way. But seriously, you need more of a life."

"I have to maintain Kaiba Corporation, make sure my younger brother is taken care of, deal with you and attend school and do the work I get from there," he replied irritably. "I don't have time for stupid things like holidays."

For goodness sake! I dug my nails into his arm. "Didn't I tell you not explain what gets in the way of your chilling out with a friend every once in a while?" Hang on... "So have you like, never been on a date? Or had a crush on a girl or... so what's the furthest you've gone with someone?"

"None of your business."

I slumped back in my seat with a pout. "Like hell, even Yami probably beats you in the socialising department."

"Like I care."

"Hell, Jounouchi's probably been laid more than you!"

"...Which is probably more than you too."

After giving this statement some thought, I pouted. "Actually, I don't think any of us have done it."

"This discussion really lacks intelligence."

"You lack intelligence." I know, my comebacks aren't good at the moment but I think both of us are getting fed up. Suddenly another thought springs to mind. I leaned in towards the blue eyed CEO. "Haven't you ever had your first kiss then?"

Seto's cheeks flushed slightly pink and he turned his head away. "I don't need to concern myself with something like that."

"And that is your way of saying that you haven't!" I pointed out with a mischievous grin. He didn't reply. "It's okay; my first was under a month ago."

"I don't need to know that."

"I bet a lot of people would like to be your first kiss."

"If you're trying to hit on me, then to put it bluntly, fuck off."

Ah, he noticed me leaning in closer and closer. Fuck. I know I've confessed how I felt about Bakura but that doesn't mean I don't still see Seto Kaiba as attractive and fuck it, so's Yami. And Otogi. Though eh... if I stayed in Domino City, would me and Bakura be together? Would we spend... Valentine's Day together? If only he could hear these thoughts. What if I never hurt him? Maybe if I were to pretend these sort of troublesome things were out of the way, how would they go? I guess Seto and I would still not choose to speak to each other as we are now. That would be different.

If I were to ponder... how different is mere imagination to reality? Say I took a step back and watched over my life? Is that how people feel when they write the story of their life? What exactly are they envisioning in their life story? Perhaps every event I tell you about is just a completely biased account. Maybe someone didn't say something I thought they said. What if everything up to now was different to how I remember?

When you think like that, life gets confusing. Like a mango with a chicken head – that's confusing, not to mention completely out of the blue. But that's life. Things happen out of the blue and it confuses you. Situations can be exactly like discovering a mango with a chicken head!

Screw it, I want to sleep some more.

I adjusted my seat so it was leaning back. Then I grabbed a pillow and yanked a blanket over me and attempted to sleep. Ah...

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"I know that we are young and I know that you may love me... but I just can't be with you like this anymore!"

Then I realise that's my voice saying those words amongst the black velvet draped over me and the crystals floating in the air as someone's hand caresses my face. Soft kisses trail up my neck and I moan in pleasure. Whoever's trying to pleasure me is doing a fucking good job. Wait a second!

This white hair and those beady chocolate eyes!

And that goddamned smirk!

What the fuck is Bakura doing here?

... Is he doing me?!

Do I even want to think about that?

"I think you do," he answered my thoughts. Yup, it's definitely Bakura. "Mmm. But yes, this is a good time and place, don't you think?"

Bakura adjusted himself so that he had me pinned down on the bed... or whatever the fuck we were lying on top of. He grins at me with that glint in his eyes. I scowl at him. I'd say 'Fuck you' but he really was in a convenient position to be doing that. So I decided to wise up and not say a word and let my expression say it all.

He raised a hand and flicked the crystals and watched in fascination as they twirled about on the spot. His eyes suddenly widened and he got off me and pulled me up so that I was sitting up at the very least.

"Take a look, Marik. These crystals show some weird shit." I stare at the crystals and all I see is the black that is reflected through the gems. When I told this to Bakura he frowned at me. "You don't see anything? But these... these are our memories."

My eyes widen. "What?"

"All those thoughts I've read of yours are stored in these crystals and they swirl around in this place of nothing. We're in a world of just you and me. So why..." He took a lock of my hair and twirled it around his fingers. "Why would you envision a world like this? With only you and me and fragments of the memories of us? Why can't you see these memories?"

I think about his questions. To be honest, I have no idea. A world where it was only me and Bakura... Sometimes I used to think the world really was just us. In these moments we used to share. But... I think I understand. "Because I'm picturing all the 'what if's right now so at the moment, the memories of my past aren't important to me."

"That explains why I'm here," Bakura replied coolly. He leaned in and nibbled gently at my lip. I heard him breathe the words, "so where were we?" I pushed him away instantly.

"Fuck you, Bakura! The consent age in Egypt is eighteen years of age!"

He shakes his head at me. "We're in Japan, Marik. The legal age here is only thirteen." What? Really? Holy shit. His grin grew wider. "Go look it up if you must."

"Fuck you, we're in the middle of nowhere – tell me where I could look it up," I grumbled, kicking away the black velvet the two of us were entangled in. Then my face goes bright red. "Bakura, where the fuck are my pants?!"

Suddenly the crystals shatter and the setting changes. I feel like I've been dropped into my seat from the sky and have landed with a thud in the classroom. The other students in my class are either staring at me strangely, laughing or both. As for the teacher, she looked disapproving.

"Would you not yell such things in my classroom?"

"Ah, s-sorry!" I apologised sheepishly. Eventually the class moved on with the lesson while I hoped like mad that the stupid blush on my face would disappear soon.

I looked down. Pants? Check.

Bakura is laughing his head off and then I realise that what I just yelled out... I yelled it out in both scenarios. What happened to the one before with the crystals and everything?! What the fuck is going on this time? This is such a curious dream, I must say! I turned to Bakura with a question in mind. Did you see my dream with us in that room and you pointed out crystals and we talked about the legal consent age and – ah, he nodded. Fuck you; you know you enjoy my horny daydreams. Again, he nodded. So what day is it?

With a shrug, he began scribbling down something on notepaper and then he passed it to me. On the note were the words 'February 13th. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, dumbarse. All the girls who like you probably just had their dreams crushed now that you like to ask me where your pants are in the middle of class.' I glowered. Thanks Bakura, for your words of encouragement.

Wait, Valentine's Day?! Holy shit. Ha, I bet I could predict exactly how everyone's Valentine's Day will go.

Bakura stood up randomly. None of the class reacted to this except me and my surroundings became brighter. "You think you know the world around you?" he asked with a knowing tone. I bit my lip and had no answer to his question. "Okay, I'll humour you, my dear," he continued with a silky tone. "Show me how you envision Valentine's Day."

I stuck my tongue at him. "You're probably going to critique it or something. So what, you're going to read my mind here too?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "This is all in your head. Those 'what if's? I want to see them too. Because I know the actual me is too focused on what he has to do. If you do see him again, do try to treat him kindly. You and I both know that he's a difficult bastard."

"Fine. Let's see where this goes, bitch."

His response was his classic smirk.

The classroom morphs into some sort of void and it feels like Bakura and I are riding some kind of current. We don't move a muscle but some kind of force penetrates us to go forward. Or maybe it's the current moving on some path that heads behind us and we need to follow? Bakura doesn't say a word, nor does his expression give off any hints of where we're headed. Oh right, it's me showing him where we go. Let's start from... my house!

And the next thing I know, we get tossed like a ragdoll through an open window into my room. My bedside alarm sounds off and we both groan. We rise up to our feet and Ishizu opens the door, holding a tray with my breakfast sitting on it. "Happy Valentine's Day, Marik!" she chirped with a wide smile. She placed my tray on my dressing table and left the room.

Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Your sister usually this cheerful?"

I frowned slightly. "Not really. But this is my Valentine's Day and I say she's a cheerful, loving sister who brings breakfast to my room." Then a sudden thought struck my mind. "Wait, she didn't seem to notice you?"

"Duh, only you can see me," he replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I rolled my eyes. Okay, I have my happy breakfast and uh... What's next? Ah, Rishid! He should be here for Valentine's Day!

As if on cue, he entered my room with a small smile. "Good morning, Marik!" I rushed over to hug him because I feel weirdly affectionate now. But why... why do these people feel so far away when they're right here? How does this manage to feel so real? Bakura simply watched the scene unfold before his eyes. I looked at him and saw the sorrow in his eyes. Why would he look like that? I pulled away from Rishid and reached my hand out towards him and he vanished before my eyes.

Ah, I think I get it. It's Valentine's Day and he hasn't appeared yet in the way I picture this day. I think I'll go with that explanation. Eh, breakfast and getting ready for school is boring. I'll skip to meeting Ryou and Bakura on my way to school. To make things convenient, time began to go faster as if someone hit fast-forward on a television remote. And then they pressed play when I approached Ryou and Bakura waiting for me.

Suddenly I pause. Say on New Year's, I still got told that Bakura loves me but I ended up staying in Domino City. How would our relationship be by Valentine's Day about two months later? I mean, I know how I feel about Bakura... What if things didn't go wrong? I suppose Bakura and I would be dating. Ryou probably wouldn't want to walk with us to school in that case as I think he told me once he doesn't like to interfere with couples' private time. And just like that, Ryou disappeared into nothing.

"Ah, Marik! My favourite sex partner is here!" Bakura yelled out to me, not caring for the others in the street overhearing him. It's just like him to be a shameless git no matter what universe you place him in.

I punch his shoulder lightly. "We haven't done stuff like that yet, you idiot," I mumble in embarrassment.

He grins widely. "I like that 'yet' you've thrown in there."

"Thought you would."

We lean in and are about to kiss when we get an interruption. "Fags!" We turn and realise that some kids were watching us. Ugh, those kids need an anchor dropped on them.

Out of the blue, an anchor dropped from the sky and onto the kids that were shouting insults at us.

Wow. Just wow.

This Valentine's Day works for me.

Bakura burst out laughing. "Wow, the day of love and an anchor smashes some brats. Just our day, eh Marik?"

One of the various things Bakura and I have in common is our distaste towards young children. So of course neither of us would have any qualms about an anchor squishing some of them. Oh, I suppose Ryou would get worried. We watch as Ryou appears and begins to fuss over the squished kids. Eh, let's get to a normal school scenario. Actually, it's Valentine's Day so I guess all the girls will be going crazy except for Anzu who has a brain and Shizuka who is too cute to be an annoying retarded fangirl.

So we entered the school and instantly got mobbed by girls shoving Valentine's chocolates at us. Quickly it got annoying so the fangirls vanished into thin air into a short amount of time. Now that I think about it, I don't really want annoying people ruining my Valentine's Day so let's just have me and my friends show up to the school today. And maybe throw in an English lesson with a creative writing class so that I can think up some story with lots of gore while Bakura decides to listen in on what I'm writing and then illustrates his take of my stories.

Which reminds me of that story I wrote about a stalker lady raping an actor and she got pregnant and then Bakura had to draw me as the stalker raping Otogi and then he drew a pregnant version of me and I think that ruined my appetite for lunchtime.

Then he rambled about male pregnancy in fanfiction and... What the hell, I'll throw in a stupid twist to my Valentine's Day. The big reveal is... Honda is pregnant with Otogi's baby. Bakura and I walked into the classroom at lunchtime and found Honda complaining about his developing baby bump while Shizuka was handing out cute chocolates that were cut in the shape of animals. Ryou seemed to be enjoying them immensely and he started to rant about White Day. What the hell, I'll have Otogi be a total asshole because while he's hot, I sometimes think of him as being an asshole.

Bakura then turned to me and said, "Well, he has one."

...Thanks Bakura, for your wonderful insight.

"Why did you have to get me pregnant?" Honda complained to Otogi.

"Oh get over it!" Otogi snapped. "It happened four months ago!"

Wait a second. Four months ago is... November of last year. Oh wow, they had sex before the Christmas holidays. There's a thought.

"You don't just tell the guy you knocked up to get over it! What about child support?"

"Why would I pay for something that happened ages ago though?"

"Because I'm having a baby in another five months!"

"Then stop complaining to me about something that hasn't happened yet!"

Okay, that's enough male pregnancy. To make this more realistic, uh...

Jounouchi leapt out from under a desk. "Otogi, Honda, what are you guys talking about?"

They blinked a couple of times. "Oh, we're practising our lines for this play we're in."

Anzu looked slightly surprised. "Wow, for a moment there I thought Honda was really pregnant with Otogi's baby." So did I until the male pregnancy freaked me out. I don't want to have kids. Bakura, we're not having kids. He nodded at me in complete and utter agreement.

Wait, Valentine's Day. Don't we need more romance shit going on? I don't know, I'm not feeling romantic. Actually screw that, I'm not a very romantic person in general. So if Bakura and I are dating in this universe created with nothing more than my own imagination, what sort of person do I envision him as? Would he be romantic – I don't think so. But I think he's the type who can surprise you. How can he surprise me in a world where I think up everything? Screw that, I'll try and be the one surprising him.

Yugi and Yami entered the classroom together hand in hand and we all gawked at the couple. The two were pretty much obvious but too slow to really get into a proper relationship, if I recall correctly. Sounds like Bakura and I, I guess. Jounouchi then mentions something about all of us 'knowing it all along', referring to Yami and Yugi being together. Bakura began to tease the two about what they'd do to celebrate Valentine's Day. Yugi went bright red while Yami struggled to reply.

"Uh... Dinner... Yeah, I'm taking him out," Yami replied awkwardly. He averted his eyes to Bakura. "What about you and Marik?" Everyone else crowded around us to see how he'd reply.

Bakura pointed a thumb in my general direction. "He has a surprise waiting for me."

I grinned widely. "Oh yes." Wait a second. If he can read my thoughts, then he'd know the surprise. So I won't think of it. He grinned. "It seems Marik doesn't know exactly what it is either."

Secrets annoy me. Let's have the gang be aware of Bakura being able to read my mind. Anzu giggled. "I guess that's the only way to make it surprising to you, Bakura-kun!"

Shizuka skipped up to me and handed me a chocolate shaped like a bear. I grinned and gave her a bear hug in response. "Thanks, Shizuka-chan!" And so we spent a good amount of time being like this. All of us together, spending time as friends. Even Bakura was with us. This was something I'd always wanted. I didn't want to become dependent on the concept of love. No, I don't want to be the type who needs love to get by in life. I think that's why I held back.

Constantly making excuses like if I confessed to Bakura, he'd just laugh at me. Part of me was afraid of the way my relationships with my friends would change. Bakura always seemed to act like I should hang out with him and only him. Would he have made a possessive boyfriend, I'm not sure. And Ryou likes me so how would he feel about Bakura and I getting together? Fuck, how would Ishizu and Rishid react? They'd probably disapprove of a guy like Bakura. Or else he'd have some heavy proving to do to them to show he would make a good lover to me.

That's why I'm content with this fantasy. I can be with Bakura but everything's okay. Nobody is annoyed about anything and we can all be friends. I used to think that it would be easier if everything stayed the same. To be friends with everyone and be together forever. I was afraid of changing it and so I think I tried to cling onto the idea of 'let's all be friends forever'. Or maybe I'm just coming up with new ideas to explain the way I feel.

I don't know.

In fact, on this Valentine's Day occurring in my mind... I bet I could even do something like... I don't know. Confess to... Bakura. I've never done something like that before. Would it seem strange to try it out in a world of mere fantasy?

Okay, let's fast-forward through time again. School has finished and it turns out I've set up an awesome picnic on top of the best hill in Domino City where we get a perfect view of the sunset. Bakura acted surprised and seemed to be acting as if he approves. That's good. I suppose it is my imagination but still, I feel like he ought to act happy about it. Perhaps I should try a shot at a confession now.

Oh fuck. How do I do this? Even if this is all going by my imagination, it's still embarrassing to say something like this.

"So... Bakura..." There's a start! He looked up at me and smirked. "I want to uh... tell you something."

He nodded. "Go on."

"Um..." Right, this Bakura isn't the real thing. "I have never told you this before and hell, I even avoided thinking about it. Because I wasn't sure how you'd react. But it's okay, because we're together, right?" I reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. "So now I can say it without anything holding me back, right?" I took a deep breath. "Bakura Touzoku, I really, really like you. Maybe love, I don't know." He stared at me blankly. No response. I raise an eyebrow. "Why are you looking at me like that? Would you react if I said I love you?" Not a single blink.

What's going on? Why isn't he saying anything in response? It's like he doesn't know what to say or even how to react. So instead I get nothing.

But why? I don't understand.

"Bakura, speak to me!" I pleaded, shaking him by his shoulders. His head rocks back and forth like a limp doll with his pupils almost lifeless. It's scaring me. Why? "Weren't you normal a minute ago? I know this is the first time I said something like I love you but even so, even so I... I..." Maybe I should change my approach. Make the topic of conversation more familiar. Ask a casual question where I know exactly how he'd answer. "When is my birthday?"

The life in his eyes suddenly returned. "December 23rd, duh! Why would I forget something like that?" He noticed my hands on his shoulders. "Oh, you're becoming quite forward, you!" With a free hand, he touched my cheek and began to lean in.

I squeezed my eyelids shut and hoped like mad that he would respond this time. "What would you say if I told you I love you?" I expected a response this time. He did not meet my expectations. His eyes lost the light in them that made Bakura Bakura. Instead he looked like the outer shell of Bakura once more. No... No! This isn't supposed to -

"Yo." I turn and see an almost transparent Bakura hovering there. The unchanging Bakura next to me still doesn't move. He frowns. "You wish for things to be the same friendship-wise but you also want Bakura to respond to a love confession? But that's not keeping things the same friendship-wise."

"What?" I leapt up to my feet and scowled. "But it's my imagination! Why isn't the Bakura having the picnic with me not responding to me? It's Valentine's Day and I'm confessing how I feel to him – shouldn't that get a reaction out of him?"

This hovering Bakura chuckled. "Oh Marik, you can't rely on ideals all the time. You can't envision exactly how Bakura will respond. In short, you just don't know. You want him to respond the way he would if you were confessing in reality but because you don't know, it isn't happening," he explained with an arrogant air to him. "The truth is... your idea of how Valentine's Day will go is far too unrealistic."

"What?" I repeated again. "If it's about that anchor or-"

"Dreams symbolise what's going on in your life, Marik," he cut me off with a rather bored tone. "But I hate to break it to you but deep down you're aware of this too. Yami and Yugi may not ever get together – this is only something you think will happen. And you think if you stayed in Japan, you and Bakura would be dating by now? Hell, how do you know you'll ever see another Valentine's Day? You never celebrated it back in Egypt. What makes you think you'll ever get a chance to do that? The fact you're trying to picture this day of all days is wishful thinking in itself. All this happiness you're picturing... It does not exist."

No... I didn't want to hear all that. Even though I knew it all along, I didn't want him to point it out. It's like this dream wanted to place me in my moment of happiness to then shove me out into the cold again. I know I made this decision to leave it all behind but if I didn't, I'd be living with this confusion and everything. I think I'd hate that even more.

I almost want to cry but I don't want to cry. I can't cry but I want to. It's not fair.

"Look," the almost-transparent Bakura points. I look to see where he's pointing and I realise the tears are sliding down the cheeks of Bakura's expressionless face. Averting my eyes, I see that the other Bakura had vanished. Then I turn back to the Bakura I was having this picnic with.

"Bakura, why are you crying?! This isn't like you!" I tried to console him but the tears didn't stop flowing from his eyes. But why? Why would he cry? Is he letting out the emotions he bottled up inside or... or is he letting out the emotions I kept within me? Either way, I can't bear to watch. Where was the bliss I had imagined before?

Bakura suddenly wiped at his eyes. "You know, you don't actually have control over the way you think and feel. It just happens. If you actually had control, we'd probably be deflowering each other in a giant basket of faggy roses." The scenery around us began to shatter into tiny pieces and before I knew it, we were back to the beginning in the midst of nothing but pitch black and hovering crystals. "You want to move on, right? Accept reality. Stop with these unrealistic ideals. Realise that life is life. Aren't you sick of dwelling in the past? Man up and realise you fucked up back there and get the fuck over it."

I see the crystals floating around us. He said they were memories of mine, right? Here I am, sitting amongst them. They surround me. They're all around me. So in order to stop dwelling in the past, I have to get it off the surface of my mind, right?

My hand shot out and grabbed a crystal. At my touch, the crystal disappeared into nothing. I grinned. Excellent!

If this is all it takes, then I can do it! No, even if it was nothing but hard work, I would put in the effort! I have to. Not everything will go the way I'd like it to go. What's convenient for me may not exist. I have to find my own answers to my questions. My mind cannot show someone everything. It didn't help me here. So I have to take action.

Each of my fingers brush against the crystals and watch as it turns to dust and then into nothing.

One by one, I touched each crystal until all of them vanished completely. Once I was done, I turned to Bakura hopefully. "There. Done. I'm through with the What If's regarding the past. I know things can't be the way I want them to be. I'm through with holding back. I want to move forward!" I declared, taking his hands in mine. "If you'll let me."

He brushed away some strands of white from his eyes and sighed. "Fuck it; you don't need my permission, Marik."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

I sat up with a start. Looking around me, my surroundings began to make sense once more. Ah, I'm on a plane. That's right; I was heading to Cairo with Seto and Mokuba Kaiba. To get my true memories back. To solve things once and for all, so I can move on with my future. Yes.

What was that dream I just had supposed to represent? Giving me a slap about realising my reality? Showing how impossible my ideals are? Um... I... can't really recall it well right now. Ugh.

"You're awake at last, huh?" Seto muttered as I rubbed at my sleep eyes. "You were mumbling a lot in your sleep. Mokuba wanted to record the things you were saying and sorry but I let him."

Mokuba held up a tape recorder. "You're going to have to buy copies!" Oh gawd, where's an anchor when you need one?

Seto sighed. "I heard you mumbling about worlds of nothing but black and crystals. Did you understand those crystals?" he asked with a sudden intrigue.

"Uh..." I tried to recall what was with those crystals. "They were sorta like... I dunno. Memories, I guess."

"I heard that only those who are closely linked to death get to see those crystals. Apparently they explain the truth of the world. So for you to see them is very interesting. But only one person can decode those crystals," he explained with obvious interest. "But I know it can't be you. Marik, I came into knowledge of the Sennen Items because of my increasing curiosity about the way the world worked. Why certain things happen and the like."

Huh? What does he mean?

He shook his head at me.

"I've said too much," he muttered before gulping down a glass of water. Why did you have to tell me all that? There's too many strange things going on in this world. I didn't even know about this crystal stuff...

Wait a second. He said that only those closely linked to death get to see those crystals, right? If what Seto said is true, then does that mean that somehow, me and death are closely linked?!

No... Just don't think about it. Forget about it. Push it to the side. I'll find out later. If I think about things too much now, I may hold back at a crucial moment. And I can't take that.

Maybe I'll just go back to sleep. And dream again until what happened here just drifts and drifts and drifts away...

But I don't expect it to be that easy.

So I hope you enjoyed - also read my other fics rawr rawr. The next chapter of 'Bloody Brilliant' will have a fic preview of my fic 'Reset'. Which will contain vampires, murder and messing around with reality! Mwahaha! Also it will explain the story with the crystals. Anyways, I haven't much else to say. Uh, review? XDDD *nuked*

Adios!

Mel-Girl.