A gust of wind rolled under Bakura's coat. It was cooler than normal as it raised goose bumps on his skin. He then realized, he could feel. As he wandered down the street, a sense of dread rushed through his veins. He wasn't use to the since of dread, only causing it. There was no sign of life, not a single life form made its presence known.

"Lara!" he called out. There was no answer, which sent a shiver down his spine. "Lara! A hideous growl answered; he spun around, there stood Lara, covered in blood from head to toe. Her red eyes locked on him, he knew it wasn't she. "Shit."

He took off down the street and heard quick, but heavy foot steps follow behind him. His speed slowed down, he tried with all his might to speed up and yet knew she was right behind him. He stopped and turned around to watch Lara slow down to a halt.

"Bakura, why were you running from me?" she asked sweetly.

Bakura smirked. "I knew you never left, Zoa."

Lara gracefully walked over to him, placed her hand on his chest, and kissed his neck. "I don't know what you're talking about…"

Bakura placed his palm on her collarbone and shoved her away. "Nice try."

Lara stumbled back and fell to the ground. She squeaked in pain and looked down at her hand. "That hurt…" She jumped to her feet with ease and lunged for him. His back landed hard on the ground and he could feel the pressure on his neck. "You'll fucking burn for this!" she barked in a hellish voice.

Without a word, Bakura grabbed her hand and forced it off his throat. He pushed her off and climbed to his feet. She swung for him without a warning; he grabbed her wrist and squeezed it with all his strength. Lara's kneeled crippled from the pain, she gazed up at him with her soft blue eyes. "Why are you doing this?" she whimpered.

"You're not her!"

Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Bakura? Stop you're hurting me!"

"Bakura!" Lara slapped him across his face then pulled away. She jumped to her feet only to stumble backwards to the ground. She held her reddened wrist against her chest as Bakura slowly came to.

His eyes went from hazy to clear as he peered over to her. "What happened?" he grumbled and rubbed his head, looking down at the ground to see it shifting, though he knew it was just his vision. When she didn't reply, he glanced at her. Tears rolled down her face; he could see her reddened wrist lying against her breasts. "Are you okay?" he jumped to his feet and extended his hand.

"I…yeah…," she sighed and grabbed his hand.

"What, I, what was I doing?"

She tried not to scream, but he could hear the stress. "I don't know. You just grabbed me and wouldn't let go." He wrapped his arms around her without a word. Slowly Lara placed her hands on his shoulder blades and huffed. "I'm okay."

Bakura didn't want to tell her that Zoa was invading his dreams. Then how else could I explain the sudden violence? "He's back," he forced himself to say.

"I figured."

Lara we need to get going soon, this is getting bad, Aiza said.

"Can't we find another priest to help at least slow him down?" Lara asked.

Bakura pulled away. "Umm…" he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to remember if there was such a person nearby. "I don't know." He looked down at her, clearly it wasn't the answer she wanted.

Why won't he leave? This is getting stupid… Aiza sighed.

No shit…

"If there is someone, they'll be hiding in the back allies. The ones we need at least," Bakura said.

Lara still didn't like his answer but knew he was trying. She looked over her shoulder to see a large temple. "The overseer of this city probably lives there, if not, someone very wealthy, which means someone there's at least a priest. Let's go there."

Bakura glanced pass her to see the large building. "I don't want to deal with them; we can find someone on our level."

"I want a real priest, not someone you just happen to know…come one." Lara turned to leave.

"Lara…fuck…," he huffed and followed her.

Why is he freaking? Aiza questioned.

Honestly, I don't know, you'd think he'd want to go for the stealing…

Lara pulled her hood over her eyes and grabbed Bakura's hand. With little strength she had left, she guided him through the crowd and towards the source of obvious wealth.