Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh
A/N: Yes...I know I know its been forever since I updated this story (but I did come back to it...eventually). Now, for this story as I'm sure you've guessed we've returned to the modern day but as was pointed out in the ancient eygptian section we did not get any of Bakura's point of view. That was 100 percent intentional. Bakura's motives, thoughts etc were not intended to be shown in the past section. Those will slowly be revealed over the course of the story. I also did get some questions regarding the last chapter being Darkshipping and I don't consider that it was, no. What happened in the last chapter between Bakura and Kek was an assault. Nothing remotely like a relationship of any kind. Modern day Yami and his new bodymate(?) Bakura will be the ones who ultimately end up involved together. But, there won't be any darkshipping this chapter. Or the next. It will come, but it will take some time to get to that point.
Now, there might be some confusion where in one section I 100 percent refer to Meryatem as Atemu. This is intentional and the entire thing is a matter of perspective. I hope that makes sense and that I don't cause any confusion and no I did not change Pharaoh Atem's name. It is Meryatem.
Also, in regards to mental illness. No I am not bashing it or suggesting there is anything wrong with a person suffering from mental illness. My discussion of mental illness in the chapter in my mind is both realistic and necessary.
Now, onto the story.
Chapter 3: One order of boiled brain please
Yami slowly blinked his eyes open to see that he was now back in the guest room at his father's home in Egypt. The last thing he remembered was the crazy hallucination he'd had in the back of the jeep and, well passing out. But now that he was awake everything seemed fine. Maybe his father did have a point and the heat had just been getting to him after all.
Yami snorted as he slowly sat up. It wouldn't be the first time in his life his father had been right about something and Yami had insisted, as his father would put it, on discovering that fact the hard way. Yami glanced up at the door to the guest room opened and in walked his father, carrying what looked like a wet rag and a thermometer.
"You're awake." Atemu said as he entered the room.
Yami forced a small smirk onto his face, "Of course. I didn't want to miss another moment of this amazing, once in a lifetime adventure." Yami declared, only partially being sarcastic.
However, the look his father shot him told Yami he'd probably been a little bit heavier with the sarcasm than he'd intended. Yami had the decency to look sheepish as his gaze drifted down away from his father to land on the comforter. Sadly, the comforter was a plain black silk one which meant it didn't have much in the way of a design to distract him for long.
Atemu sat down on the bed beside Yami shoving the thermometer into Yami's line of vision. Yami gave his father a questioning look as Atemu pushed the thermometer into Yami's mouth. "I want to see how overheated you've gotten. If you are overheated it will register just like a normal fever would just we know it has a different cause." Atemu explained.
Yami conceded the point and just sat back quietly while he listened to the steady beeping of the thermometer. Yami brought his hand up to lightly rest on the side of his head. He was still hallucinating because he could have sworn from over his father's shoulder he could see the same specter he'd imagined in the jeep.
Its just the heat. Its the same idea of people imagining coming across an oasis or something while they were wandering around in the desert. They've overheated to the point where they've cooked their brains and that results in them seeing things. Although, I thought the things they typically saw were sources of water. Of course I have to be the weird one who, well just sees things.
The specter appeared to be leaning somewhat awkwardly against the wall in the guest room glaring daggers at the pair of them. It was...unnerving to say the least but since it was just a heat derived hallucination once they got his brain to stop boiling the hallucination should go away and with it Yami would stop seeing things that aren't there.
Beep beep beep
Atemu pulled the thermometer from Yami's mouth to look at it. "Well, it doesn't seem to be as bad as I thought it would be. Your temp is normal. Which either means I've managed to get you cooled down or your heat exhaustion wasn't as bad as I had thought." Atemu said.
Yami frowned. He didn't have a fever...but, if he didn't have a fever then didn't that mean his brain wasn't currently boiling? Then how the fucking hell was he supposed to explain the fact the he was still as of this VERY MOMENT seeing hallucinations?
Atemu picked back up the wet rag and still rested it on Yami's forehead, "Regardless I still want you to take an easy for the rest of the day. Even though you don't currently have a fever the heat got to you enough that you passed out." Atemu said.
Yami nodded as he laid back down. Right. His father, of course was right. His hallucination had to just be a lingering side effect from him boiling earlier today. How long does it take the brain to recover from boiling? A couple of hours? A couple days? Yami was really curious.
Atemu slowly rose to his feet as he continued to gaze at his son. "Hopefully after you get some rest you'll at least feel up to calling your mother. I had to text her and tell her about you passing out. I promised that I had things under control and that once you were feeling up to it I'd have you give her a call." Atemu said.
Yami groaned, "Why'd you have to go and worry her like that? Especially since there's she can do from home that will be able to help." Yami whined.
Atemu shrugged, "Its a parent thing. Something happened to you on my watch I called her. Just like she gave me a heads up with everything that happened with you while I was gone. We both trust the other to handle it, but that being said we still like to keep the other informed." Atemu said before he turned to head out of the room, "Now, get some rest." Atemu said.
Yami nodded and was about to close his eyes when he saw his hallucination move. The hallucination was quick and he had murder in his eyes as he dove at Atemu. Yami sat abruptly upright, "DAD!" Yami shouted.
Atemu stopped and turned back and Yami watched as the hallucination literally fell through his father's body onto the ground. Atemu didn't appear to notice anything. "Yes?" Atemu asked.
Yami swallowed awkwardly as he forced himself to lay back down. "Sorry, ummm everything is fine. I think I'm just going to take a bit of a nap." Yami said.
Atemu nodded, "You do that. If you need anything I'll be in the other room. Just give me a holler." Atemu said.
Yami nodded. He would do that. But first he really needed to get some sleep. Sleep was the cure for everything and right now he needed to cure his apparently homicidal hallucination.
Yami laid down and forced himself to close his eyes, and in doing so completely block out his hallucination. Sleep. Dream. Recover. That was what was on his to do list. Yami laid there for what felt like an eternity as he tried to make himself fall asleep, point blank refusing to open his eyes because he didn't want to see the hallucination again. On the small scale of bright side at least this time he didn't imagine hearing the hallucination talking to him like he had in the jeep.
After what seemed like forever Yami finally FINALLY fell asleep. But when he did he wished that he hadn't.
Yami found himself standing in the middle of the desert, where precisely he was he just didn't know. He turned as he noticed that the sun was setting which meant he was late getting back home, so with that thought in mind Yami began to jog back towards home, slowly approaching a small village of mudbrick buildings.
Yami slowed to a stop as he approached. There was a fire burning. Far more fire than was normal for this time of night. Yami slowly crept towards the edge of the first mudbrick wall and carefully as he could and peaked around the corner.
And he felt his heart stop as he stared at foreign invaders standing in the middle of his village square. They were armed and Yami could make out what looked like the bodies of a few men lying on the ground.
Yami felt sick. Another man stormed out of his mudbrick home, his narrow eyes blazing as he gazed at the raiders, "Leave our village. The people of Kul Elna have nothing for you here." The man shouted.
The invaders laughed. "Oh, I disagree." The one who appeared to be in charge declared.
The man narrowed his eyes, "Begone! Pharaoh will not tolerate your men attacking his village." The man threatened.
The invaders laughed, "If your mighty Pharaoh cared what became of your village he would have more guards posted this close to the border instead of them all being sequestered by the capital. Pharaoh doesn't care what becomes of your village old man. Just as your gods only protect the capital. They have abandoned your people and your village tonight." The main invader declared.
Before he looked over at another one of his men and issued the command, "Kill him." Yami watched in horror as a soldier stepped forward, his arm raised while two others restrained the man. The blade swung true, severing the man's head from his shoulders.
"NO!" Yami shouted as he awoke with a start his heart racing a mile a minute as he abruptly sat up in bed, trembling.
The door to the guest room was abruptly thrown open as Atemu came racing back into the room, "Yami, are you alright? I heard you shout." Atemu asked.
Yami tried to nod that he was fine but before he could do that he turned and vomited all over the floor at the side of his bed, his body still utterly and completely shaking as he could not get the image of that man, that stranger being murdered out of his head.
Atemu sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand lightly rubbing soothing circles on Yami's back as he continued to dry heave. His body still shaking like a leaf. Once his stomach finally stopped trying to rebel Yami threw his arms around his father's body and just sobbed. He couldn't even explain why he was crying. Why the nightmare about a complete stranger being murdered had shaken him this much but it had.
Atemu tightened his hold around Yami as continued to hold him as he sobbed. Sobbed for the unnamed man who had been cut down. Cut down for the price of trying to protect his family. His home.
Finally Yami was able to stop sobbing and he was able to sit back up, swiping his hand across his aching eyes as he felt utterly and completely drained, drained in the way only a good cry could cause. Atemu lightly brushed one of Yami's blonde bangs out of his face as he looked at his son, "Do you want to tell me what happened?" Atemu asked softly.
Yami sighed, "I, I don't know dad. I had some sort of a crazy nightmare that I guess really just freaked me out." Yami said, his cheeks coloring in shame as he spoke. He was eighteen years old and here he was sobbing like a five year old over a bad dream. Yami snorted, how not to prove to his father that he should be seen as an adult.
Atemu sighed but just pulled Yami in close once more and Yami relished the contact. The quiet support his father had always been able to provide him when he needed it. There were no probing questions. No scathing looks of judgment. Just quiet, unconditional support.
After a few minutes Atemu released Yami once again, "Do you feel like you can get up. I made something light for you. Just some rice with some vegetables. If you feel up to it you can eat that while I get this cleaned up in here." Atemu suggested.
Yami nodded before he slowly got to his feet. "Thanks dad." Yami whispered before he headed out of the room. Pausing for a moment while he was in the hallway to take a few deep, calming breaths as he tried to bury the images from his dream. He didn't want to think about what he'd seen. It was quite frankly disturbing.
"It was just a dream Yami." Yami lightly scolded himself as he made his way into the kitchen. Forcing himself to ignore out of the corner of his eye the hallucination was still follow him. Yami frowned. Now that he thought about it the man from his dream did look...similar to his hallucination. Not quite the same but they had the same white hair although the other man was clearly older.
Yami pushed that thought out of his head as he focused on dishing himself out something to eat. He wasn't going to think about the dream anymore than he was going to think about his hallucination. He was most certainly NOT going to think about any possible connection between the two.
Yami dished himself out some rice and turned to head to the table when he heard it.
"He was my father."
Yami felt the bowl slip from his fingers and go crashing onto the floor, dumping rice everywhere. The voice had startled him and the words it spoke seemed to chill him to his very core.
Yami ignored the voice as he crouched down and began picking up the broken pieces of ceramic off the floor. Great, yet another mess I've made. Yami grumbled as he did his best to clean up after himself.
"He was a great man. A strong man. A man ten thousand times the man your father ever could have hoped to become."
Yami froze, a piece of broken ceramic held in the hand that he now clenched into a fist, "Shut UP! Just shut the fuck UP!" Yami snarled.
The specter rose a mocking brow as he slowly straightened up. His whole posture giving off the impression that he was looking down on Yami. Yami slowly rose to his feet as he glared at the specter, white hot rage coursing through him as he did.
Which was insane. He was arguing with a hallucination. About a dream. That was literally the definition of insanity.
"And it was your family's fault!" The hallucination snarled.
However before Yami could even reply, not that he even knew what to say to the hallucination his father came out of the bedroom frowning. "Yami, what are you shouting about?" Atemu asked.
Yami glared at the hallucination one last time before he forced himself to turn his back on it. "Sorry, today just seems to not be my day dad." Yami said before his gaze drifted back down to rest on the remants of the broken dish.
Atemu followed Yami's gaze for a moment before his frown deepened. "Yami, what happened to your hand?" Atemu asked.
"My hand?" Yami asked as he glanced down to see what looked like red rivets of blood slipping through the fingers of his still clenched fist. He slowly unclenched his fist to reveal the now blood covered piece of ceramic that had dug into his palm.
Atemu scowled as he immediately strode forward grabbing a hold of Yami's wrist and marching him over to the sink and turning on the water, the blood covered piece of ceramic clattering onto the bottom of the sink.
Yami hissed at the feeling of the water touching the open wound. Damn that stung.
Atemu tutted, "You think that hurts now, just wait until I pour peroxide on it." Atemu said.
Yami groaned, "This is not turning out to be my fucking day." Yami muttered.
Atemu snorted, "A bad day is not an excuse for you to curse. Do it again and I'll be washing your mouth out with soap in addition to putting peroxide on your hand. Since clearly both would appear to need a good cleaning." Atemu said.
Yami gave his father an exasperated look, "I haven't had my mouth washed out with soap since I was seven!" Yami spluttered.
Atemu snorted as he turned off the water, firmly pressing a rag onto the still bleeding wound on Yami's palm. "And clearly it didn't stick since, if memory serves me your mouth got washed for you using that exact same word." Atemu said.
Yami groaned, "Look, I'm sorry dad. I'm having a bad day. And I think I might have hit my head or something when I passed out earlier." Yami said, although he forced himself to stop short of telling his father that he was hallucinating. No doubt he'd have to tell him about it if it didn't go away soon but for now Yami wanting to keep that to himself.
Atemu gave Yami a pointed look. "I did some concussion checks on you earlier and you didn't show any signs of one. But, if it will make you feel any better I can check you again." Atemu said.
Yami sighed but nodded, "Please." A concussion would be a good alternative solution since boiling his brain seems to be out. Maybe a combination of both is the reason for his crazy hallucination. Atemu led Yami over to the couch where he had him sit down.
"Hold this, keep applying pressure so we can get this to stop bleeding." Atemu said before he got up to go and grab the first aide kit and the tortuous peroxide.
Yami sat, continuing to apply pressure to his wounded hand when the hallucination decided to address him yet again. "Are you quite down whining about the little scrape? Huh, Princess?"
Yami gritted his teeth as he pressed even harder onto the wound. He was not going to continue talking to something that wasn't real. He wasn't. It was really that simple.
"I nearly got my eye sliced open in a knife fight and you didn't see me moping about. I swiped the wound off and then focused on finishing the task at hand. See, unlike your father mine taught me how to be a man." The hallucination continued.
Just ignore him. Just ignore it. Its not real Yami, he's not real. Yami mentally reminded himself as his father reentered the room.
Atemu sat back down on the couch and opened the bottle of peroxide. Yami sighed as he reluctantly held out his hand allowing his father to pour the peroxide onto the wound, gritting his teeth as the wound bubbled.
Once Atemu was satisfied that the wound was clean he placed a piece of gauze onto the open wound before wrapping a few pieces of medical tape around Yami's hand, securing the piece of gauze in place.
After Yami's hand had been properly treated and the mess in the kitchen cleaned up Yami finally was able to sit down with a fresh bowl of rice and vegetables to eat. "Eat and I'll double check you for a concussion afterwards." Atemu said.
Yami snorted, "You know dad, you aren't THAT kind of a doctor. Wouldn't it make more sense to just take me to a hospital?" Yami asked.
Atemu sighed. "To be perfectly honest Yami, I'd prefer to avoid taking you to the hospital unless I absolutely have to. Between low staffing and the hospitals here not having the greatest funding they really aren't the best place to go unless it truly is something that you can't address without a hospital." Atemu said.
Yami sighed, but nodded. "Which explained why you chose to treat me at home." Yami said.
Atemu nodded, "Yes, that's exactly why. That being said, if I'm in over my head then I'd get you to the hospital." Atemu replied.
Yami snorted, "No, it sounds like you'd be more likely to try using telemedicine with a doctor back home." Yami replied.
Atemu shrugged, "It might be more beneficial than going here, yes. But as I said a trip to the hospital here is only a last case resort." Atemu replied.
Yami sighed as he slowly turned his attention back onto his rice and vegetables. Doing his best to ignore that the hallucination appeared to be attempting to pick up a knife off the kitchen counter. Thankfully it wasn't successful. Yami mentally snorted, well of COURSE it wasn't going to be successful. The hallucination wasn't real.
Once Yami had finished eating Atemu put Yami's dish in the sink before turning to do some basic concussion checks. Once Atemu had finished he sat back against the couch, "Everything appears normal Yami. You don't have a concussion." Atemu said.
Yami sighed but nodded, "Thanks for checking dad." Yami said.
Atemu slowly straightened up, "I want you to take it easy for the rest of the night, but please don't forget to either call or text your mother before you go to bed." Atemu said.
Yami sighed, "And what time do we need to be heading out tomorrow morning?" Yami asked. He already had a feeling he wasn't going to get much sleep tonight.
Atemu sighed, "Early. So, make sure you get a good nights rest tonight." Atemu said.
Yami sighed but nodded even though he had no intentions of sleeping. He did do as his father had said and texted his mother, deciding to keep things really short and sweet since he didn't want to have her fussing over him like his father was already having to do.
Mom,
I'm fine. Really. Apparently the heat doesn't agree with me. Dad has been all over it and I'm all good.
And with that message written and sent Yami considered it good enough before he headed back into the guest room which, thankfully was now vomit free. Yami changed into his night clothes before laying down. Atemu briefly peeked in on him and wished him good night before heading back out again.
Yami allowed his eyes to close for a brief moment.
Yami frowned as he found himself seated on a horse up on a cliff that looked like it was overlooking a river, which he guessed was the Nile since the place he was in still looked like Egypt. His frown deepened when he could have sworn he saw his father seated on a horse literally feet away from him.
His father was dressed up in some sort of crazy Egyptian costume tunic type thing with a copious amount of gold included. It was just...odd to see his father dressed that way. Although now that he thought about it he could totally see his dad deciding to dress up this way for Halloween.
"This is the end of the road Bakura." Atemu growled out.
Yami turned his horse slightly so that he was staring right at his father. "I think not Pharaoh." Yami felt his mouth move and a voice that was most certainly not his own snarled.
Atemu scowled as he threw his left arm out to the right and Yami watched as what appeared to be some sort of monstrous dragon rapidly flew towards where Yami was seated upon the horse. "You will feel the wrath of the gods Bakura. My only regret is I won't have the opportunity to watch as Ammut devours your vile soul." Atemu snarled.
Yami felt his lips curl into a smirk, "Its not my soul that will be feeding Ammut tonight, but yours Pharaoh."
And Yami watched in a mixture of shock and horror as from the ground a massive snake like creature rose up so that it was poised directly in front of his father. Yami watched as his father awkwardly shifted his grip on the reigns but other than that one, subtle movement there was not the slightest sign that he was even concerned with the presence of the snake.
"Osiris, send this worthless swine to the underworld!" Atemu called out as he pointed at Yami, his father's normally warm red eyes were cold. Filled with a look of utter and complete hatred that Yami had never seen on his father before.
The massive dragon opened its jaw, readying an attack when the snake that Yami had taken his eyes off of made its move. A bolt of energy...that's the only way Yami could describe it came firing out of the snake's jaws, blasting at the ground beneath his father's horse, completely obliterating that section of the cliff.
And then his father was falling.
Yami dismounted his horse and came to a stop so he was now standing directly above the spot where his father had fallen. He looked down to see that his father was holding onto the edge of the cliff by a single hand.
"Any last words Pharaoh?" Yami heard himself say.
Atemu looked up at Yami and spat, "Yes! Osiris attack!" Atemu growled defiantly.
Yami felt his mouth form a sadistic grin before he raised his foot and stomped on Atemu's hand. Atemu's grip gave way and Yami watched as his father plummeted no doubt to his death.
Yami awoke with a start. Once again trembling as he could not get the idea of his father falling to his death out of his mind. Yami scrambled out of bed and walked on shaking legs over to his father's room. He had to make sure.
As crazy as it must have been he had to check and make sure his father was alright.
Yami slowly pushed open his father's bedroom door and saw that his father appeared to be fast asleep. The sheet pooled around his father's hips as his chest rose and fell. His father completely relaxed as his body rested.
The sense of relief that washed over Yami was overwhelming. His father was okay.
And as Yami slowly slipped out of his father's bedroom, carefully closing the door behind him he frowned. This was turning out to be more than a case of boiled brain.
The hallucination was there again. Shooting Yami a toothy grin, "Best moment of my life when I sent that fool plummeting. Now if only he'd stayed dead but no that bastard had to make his miraculous return."
Yami ignored him and made his way into his father's office and sat down at his father's desk in front of his laptop.
If it wasn't a concussion. And it wasn't because his brain had been boiled then that was leaving only one other option that made any sense to him. He was having some sort of psychotic break and had developed a case of Schizophrenia.
Yami unlocked his father's computer snorting at the fact his father still used his anniversary as password. Something Yami had felt like a true hacking mastermind when he'd figured that out at the age of nine. Yami pulled up google and immediately typed in: how to know if you have schizophrenia before hitting enter.
The first thing that came up was a description of schizophrenia: Schizophrenia is characterized by thoughts or experiences that seem out of touch with reality, disorganized speech or behavior, and decreased participation in daily activities. Difficulty with concentration and memory may also be present.
Yami glanced briefly up at the hallucination once again. Thoughts and experiences that are out of touch with reality. Check.
However, Yami's eyes drifted away from the explanation for what Schizophrenia was and onto the simple self diagnosis tool. His mouse hovered over the link. Was he really going to do this?
He glanced back over his shoulder briefly locking eyes with his hallucination before he turned his attention back onto the laptop and clicked the link. This was the only explanation he had left. He had to know if what he was seeing had any sort of logical explanation. Even if mental illness was that explanation.
Yami glanced at question one: Other people are unable to see or hear things that I can. Yami sighed before he clicked strongly agree.
Question 2: Sometimes I am not able to speak at all.
Yami frowned that had never happened to him before. He clicked strongly disagree. He never had a hard time speaking.
Question 3: I have a diagnosis for something which I have been told may alter my behavior.
Yami sighed as he clicked disagree. Wasn't that the whole point of this test. For him to figure out if he did have something wrong with him. He wouldn't be taking it if he already was diagnosed with something.
Question 4: Organizing and getting on with my work can be very difficult.
Yami rolled his eyes before clicking disagree. He was very organized and had no problems getting his work done.
Question 5: I believe I have powers that regular people do not have.
Yami snorted before he clicked disagree. He did not have magic powers.
Question 6: When I speak the words come out wrong or not how I intend or people tell me that I'm not making sense.
Yami quickly clicked disagree. He had never had a problem expressing himself.
Question 7: I hear conversations between people that others cannot hear.
Yami sighed. He could hear his hallucination talk. But not multiple people. Yami nibbled his lip. How in the world should he answer this question? Yami sighed before he hit agree.
Question 8: I can hear people talking or whispering about me so quietly so quietly others don't notice.
Yami rolled his eyes before clicking strongly disagree.
Question 9: Sometimes I feel that others may intend to harm me or are planning to harm me.
Yami sighed as he felt his frustration beginning to grow as he clicked strongly disagree.
Question 10: Sometimes I completely lack emotions, like I'm a robot
Yami once again clicked strongly disagree. That had never happened to him.
Question 11: Sometimes I believe that another person or thing can take charge of my mind or body.
Yami snorted as he shot his hallucination a glare before he clicked disagree. His mind and his body were his to control and his alone.
Question 12: Sometimes I am unable to tell whether something I'm seeing is real or whether I'm imagining it.
Yami sighed as he clicked strongly disagree. He 100 percent was aware that he was hallucinating and that the specter he was seeing was NOT real. There was no doubt about that.
Question 13: I can what is going to happen before it happens.
Yami frowned...that was a really weird question. Yami thought to himself as he once again clicked strongly disagree. The only time he could tell if something was going to happen before it did was sometimes he could guess a plot twist in a movie before the big reveal. That or the standard you see the way something is happening and it only has one possible outcome.
Question 14: Sometimes I believe that I am able to read minds or that other people can read my mind.
Yami once again clicked strongly disagree. That wasn't something he had ever experienced.
Yami then waited for the results page to load. Did he have schizophrenia, was that what was going on here?
He watched as the screen loaded and the results said, "You are at a moderate risk for schizophrenia."
Yami sighed as he sat back, allowing his head to rest in his hands. So, he really was losing his mind. He had suffered a mental break and was now a schizophrenic. Great, just great.
As Yami lowered his hands into his lap his gaze rested briefly on the weird tattoo that had seemingly appeared by magic on his finger. He nibbled his lip.
The logical explanation was that he was now a schizophrenic. However, the other nonsensical option was that whatever freaky thing had happened with the ring he'd stolen could also be involved.
Yami sighed, everything crazy that had started happening with him happened after he'd stolen that damn ring. And it was after the ring had disappeared...
Yami frowned, no it was after he'd been fiddling with the ring in his pocket while waiting to go inside the pyramid that everything had gotten all screwed up. The ring had slid onto his finger...
Yami glared at the tattoo on his hand. Now that he was really looking at the tattoo it did look exactly like the ring he'd stole. It was the same awkward shape of the snake that the ring had been. And it was wrapped around his ring finger exactly the way the ring would have fit if he were wearing it.
Yami turned and glared at the hallucination. The hallucination cocked a eyebrow as he stared right back at Yami, "Got something on your mind princess?" The hallucination asked, his tone mocking.
Yami sighed, was he really going to try and talk to his hallucination. Could the hallucination provide a clue whether or not he was really schizophrenic or if there was something...supernatural going on.
"Who are you?" Yami asked slowly.
The spirit cocked a brow as he smirked at Yami, "Why, you don't remember me Kek? Such a pity. I would have thought I'd made a lasting impression."
Yami groaned. This was not helping things although, for some reason the name Kek sparked something in Yami's memory. He didn't know where he'd heard the name before but...he did remember hearing it. "Look, just tell me who the fuck you are. If you even have an identity and aren't just some figment of my imagination." Yami said.
The spirit smirked, "I am Bakura of the village of Kul Elna. The king of thieves." Bakura proudly declared.
For a moment Yami just stared at the hallucination...no, the spirit of the King of Thieves. The subject that his father had spent so much time and energy researching. The one he'd given a presentation on earlier today.
A person who the ring he'd stolen had been associated with, although how the ring had been connected to the thief Yami didn't know.
Yami sighed, well that was just great. Now he was faced with two terrifying realities. Either he was schizophrenic or he was essentially being possessed by a spirit of a long dead thief.
"Fuck. Just fuck. Fuck my fucking life." Yami muttered to himself as he buried his head in his hands.
He sort of almost hoped he was schizophrenic. But, in his gut that notion just felt, wrong. Which lead him to the crazy conclusion that he was possessed. How in the world was he supposed to deal with that?
It wasn't like he could just find an exorcist. They don't really have listings on google where you can just pop in to get exorcised.
At least if he had schizophrenia there were treatments. Treatments and medications that could help deal with it.
Yami was drawn from his panic induced musings by the hallway light flicking on. He glanced to see his father standing in the doorway of his office, frowning. "Yami, what are you doing up its 3 in the morning?" Atemu asked.
Yami bit his lip, "Ummm, well I couldn't sleep so I decided to just surf the web. What are you doing up this early?" Yami asked.
Atemu shrugged, "I got up to check on you." Atemu said.
Yami sighed before an idea popped into his head. It may be crazy but it might help him to figure out what had happened to him. "Dad, I have a question." Yami said.
Atemu nodded, "Go ahead." Atemu asked.
Yami almost asked about the ring but instead decided on a different question instead, "Dad, whose Kek?" Yami asked. The thief had mentioned Kek.
Atemu rose a brow, "The only Kek that I know refers to Prince, later Pharaoh Kekhalfani. Pharaoh Meryatem's son and heir. Why?" Atemu asked.
Yami nodded. Before he shot his father a smile, "No reason. I was just curious." Yami said.
Atemu snorted, "Well, you can get your curious butt back in bed. We have to be getting up in about three hours to head to the ship. You need to get some sleep." Atemu said.
Yami nodded before he rose to his feet and followed his father out of the office and headed back to the guest room.
He had some semblance of an answer. Now, all he needed was a plan going forward.
Yami sighed as he laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, his brain far too busy to even consider going to sleep.
But before he even began to consider how to deal with his little friend the first thing he needed to do was to kick Honda's ass into next week. Because if it hadn't been for his crazy idea he never would have ended up possessed to begin with.