And we continue....Bahahaha....please ignore my lovable use of errors, I hate reading over the chapter until it's on the site (which doesn't help people) if there are a big clump of errors or a few that just ruins the mood, I'll edit em and repost the chapter.
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'He wants to know if I trust him...? How the heck do I answer that?! I do, and yet I don't trust him....He's hurt me so bad in the past...but ever since Dansei began invading my dreams, he's been trying to help me...Does that equalize the scale? Could he really be trusted to this extent? Wait...hold it....how can he even be alive?! Eh...I'll get back to that. But still...he went through my soul room, my personal thoughts, that totally violates my privacy! I-I can't believe he did that....my own yami....going through my thoughts....I really don't know if I can trust him after that....
...But....when he did half confess to reading through my soul room...he sounded....hurt. My yami, be hurt, is that even possible? I don't know what to do...' Bakura sank from one knee to both on the ground, and both hands clutching his head as well. He was so confused, nothing was making sense. First it began with the dreams that he thought his yami was killing me in, then he get trapped in those dreams and Akei brutally tries to help him and sacrifices himself so the spirit left Bakura's mind into his. But that didn't stop, Bakura used the ring's power in some ungodly way to take them to the Shadow Realm, Akei dies, he comes back from the dead...and now he expects TRUST?! What was that yami thinking?! 'After all he's done...I can't forgive him....I don't want him dead....but I can't forgive what he's done to me....He came to save me, but didn't actually protect me much, only once with the knife issue. Even then it seemed he was in it for himself..
I protected him. I stopped that whip that could have killed him. I did, and not vise-versa.'
I shake my head then hear a laugh from over me. Warily I look up and see Dansei staring down at me, arms crossed and yet he's holding something in one of his hands. His whip. 'No...he still has it...'
Akei continued laying the way he was, opening one eye to see Dansei looking down right over Bakura. 'He's not going to trust me...I can tell...he would have said something by now...I should have known, what was I thinking when I asked him that?!'
Akei shakes his head but Dansei doesn't seem to notice. The yami almost stoops so low...to beg. [Aibou please...]
{DON'T call me that! You don't want to protect me, do you?! As you said, this is between you and him...This is only about revenge! You don't want me in the way of your sick revenge towards Dansei for him making you look weak!}
***Akei's PoV***
Is....is that what he thinks? Dammit he's learning to stand up for himself. The only way to make him listen is to be brutal-
A cry of pain rings through me ears, I open one eye again to see the free end of the chain whip laying on the ground, dosed in blood. Bakura's blood.
I can see only partial of Bakura's face, blood and tears dripping down to the floor of the Shadow Realm. This was never supposed to happen.
But something catches my eye, a card. Dansei has his back to Bakura, so in that time I gather the card and stuff it in my pocket. Though Dansei is turned around, I can see the whip beginning to move. I think about the card but immediately dismiss it and stand up weakly.
The whip leaves the ground and Dansei turns as the whip descends towards Bakura's skull. The boy trembles and cries harder, but he blinks when the pain didn't hit him. I clench my eyes shut in pain....I had taken the hit at my shoulder, feeling the location beneath my sweater go raw. Dansei blinked and backs up as I all to a knee for support.
"Y-you're alive...?!"
I say nothing, to him at least. Again I make a desperate attempt to save my light, he HAS to leave here, he can't die in this place. [Bakura, aibou, go now! RUN!]
Bakura stays shaking on the ground.
[God dammit Bakura...get out of here, get a good start away from him while he finishes me off...!] I feel something wet run over my face, blood? No. I blink....tears.
{I-I can't just leave you here...}
[Bakura. Go.] I feel pulled to my feet and stare directly into the eyes of Dansei.
"You know what?! You are the worst bastard in the world! You can't stay down, you can't die, and you can't help anyone!"
"......He helped me...." A voice came weakly. I move my gaze to my left and see Bakura walking up next to me, rubbing blood from his face. I feel his hand reach into my pocket and pull out something. Dansei sure wasn't prepared for this. I hear Bakura mutter out something and I smirk. Sometimes that kid just knows the right thing to do. "Change of Heart."
Dansei's eyes go as wide as they could, his body radiating with a dark indigo. He backed away and dropped me to the ground, Bakura standing over me to make sure I was ok. I never will understand him. Never. The Change of Heart was taking slow to effect though, not that it was a problem.
See, normally the Change of Heart works so what it's used on, will attack the other side. But in this case, Dansei has no one else to attack, leaving the only thing he can kill....is himself. I find it a very helpful plan, very formidable.
The card's magic takes effect and Dansei's eyes turn white. Bakura cringes and kneels besides me, cutting circulation off in my arm. Damn his grip. [You know. My arm is going to fall off if you keep that up.]
{S-sorry...} His grip on my arm lessened.
I watched as Dansei's face features were changing, crippling. I wish I had some popcorn, this was pretty damn entertaining. Again my arm feels the loss of blood and I glance from the spirit to Bakura who tries looking away. [What's wrong...?]
{I-I can't watch...}
[Eh...Right....] What was I supposed to say? It's not like I'm a master at comforting people, not yet anyway. Ok, again to Dansei. Eh....if he was still there at least. Bakura stands and walks infront of me, arms at his side and it seems whatever shaking he had, stopped. "Is he....is he gone...?" He asked, not turning to look at me.
Something clangs on the ground and I snarl, he looks back at me thinking I'm mad at him. Great. Weakly I stand, after dying once I'm still pained by it, let alone that whip didn't help. I walk up next to him and pick up what I saw. The chain whip. "Yeah...he's long gone."
"What _did_ you exactly do to him...?"
"You couldn't catch that?"
He sighed softly and I blinked at what he said. "I want the _real_ truth."
Idiotic kid. Really, he is. But there's a first time for everything and for the first time I sigh a defeat and explain, mostly unwillingly. "It's simply. We both were raiding a tomb, mainly because that bastard followed me. The Pharaoh showed up with a truck full of guards and I ran, easily too, kind of memory because I had been there before. But Dansei should of been dubbed The Village Idiot because he knew nothing and was snagged off my tail easily. Guess all this time in the world of death he got to learn power for revenge."
"I'm sorry..."
"I thought I told you to stop sayi-" He cut me off.
"No!" I pull back at his sudden raise of a voice. Well, this is sure different. "No...I really am sorry for once, I should have trusted you yet I had no real reason to." He had a point there....there really wasn't any reason he should trust me.
I turn from him and mutter a grunt as the ring begins to glow. "Let's go."
***3rd Person again***
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"You guys made it!" Yugi jumped up from his chair, Yami just stood and couldn't repress a smile. "Is the spirit gone? Are you guys ok...?"
"Yes and no." Akei mutters, falling over into the couch to hold his head. The happiness of Yugi's face fell and Bakura sat besides his yami (who was holding his shoulder pained now).
Bakura looked over at him and then back to Yugi looking worried. "Yugi...can you get some ice...?"
Yugi tilted his head then nodded and left the room, soon coming back with a plastic bag, full of crushed ice. He gave it to Bakura who smiled and mutters a thank you before giving the ice to his yami, who sneered down at it. "PUT it on your shoulder or it will swell." Akei looked away at a wall, still not taking the bag.
"Are you two not going to kill each other if we leave?" Yami finally spoke up, the two on the couch glared at him. Yami shrugged. "What? We've been here almost two days now, I want to leave."
Bakura gaped and stood. "T-two days? Only THAT long?!"
"Only...?" Yami muttered at Bakura's surprise. "What do you mean, _only_?"
"With all that torment it felt like a week!"
Bakura sat back down after that to see the ice bag gone where he left it. He had to blink a few times before looking back at his dark half, who seemingly was holding the ice on his shoulder, avoiding eye contact with anyone. "Yeah Yami, you guys can leave." Bakura muttered.
"If you need anything, you know where to call!" Yugi said with a giggle before leaving through the door and waiting for Yami outside by the mailbox.
"DON'T try killing anyone." He directed sharply at Akei who grunted but stayed where he was. "Later." Then with a smile to Bakura, he left after his aibou.
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With Yugi and Yami gone, Bakura did his best to look over his yami's wounds but Akei wouldn't allowed to be touched by him. Finally after nearly ten minutes of trying, Bakura gave up and headed towards the stairs, snapping a glare out at his yami (who must really like staring at a chair). "Fine then! Don't let someone help you so you don't die! It's help or be helped a lot of time in the world and since you won't accept anymore...YOU CAN JUST DIE!" He shouted before storming upstairs into his room, leaving Akei in disbelief. He cringed as the sound of a door slamming reached his ears. He just shook his head.
"That kid is getting my temper."
***Akei's PoV***
What? So I didn't want to be helped, is that so hard to understand? Why the hell did that kid insist on it?! I remember his last words 'YOU CAN JUST DIE!' They hurt more then the bruises I think. Does he really mean that...? I just didn't want any help, or to be touched! The last time he looked over my wounds he ended up putting pressure on my freaking wrists! Oh yeah...My wrists.
I look down at them both, examining them both to see that it looks like I have five tight crimson bracelets on each wrist. Damn. That hurts.
I hear Bakura's door creak open and then come down the stairs and he emerges into the room. Probably coming to apologize for raising his voice to me.
Or not.
His face still has a glare on it and his takes a seat in the chair across me and the table (yes they put it in place again). He pulled his knees into his chest and stared away from me and into the kitchen.
"Why did you come back down here?" I ask in my original tone of voice, trying not to sound curious.
"I'm sleeping down here."
Ok then... "Why?"
"Because I don't want to in my room."
He sounds pissed. Man, I really AM rubbing off on him. Great, just what I need. "Again, why?"
He breaks into tears and folds his arms over his legs so he can bury his head within them, but I can still hear only semi-muffled yells. "Because the memories still hurt thinking about, ok?!"
Never get a hikari that has suffered pain for two days mad.
They act like a yami. Well...minus the bursting into tears part.
"Bakura.."
"Leave. Me. Alone. You don't want help, you won't get it, but don't come crying to me later if it hurts. Because it should, and it will and you will probably get infected. Now don't talk to me, I'm only DOWN here because my room scares me."
"Bakura the last time you tried to help my bruises, I ended up more scathed then before! You put all pressure you could on my wrists!"
I swear I heard him gulp, but that was the most of him talking.
I sigh. This isn't going well.
"How did you live...?"
"What?"
"How. Did. You. Live."
"How did you get the ring to work?"
"I told you I don't know!"
"I don't know how I lived."
"You are SUCH a liar!"
"I know."
Oops. Wrong thing to say I guess. Bakura stood and walked directly infront of me, staring down with narrow eyes. He mouth something I couldn't understand, sounding something like 'I hate you' but whatever. He'll get over it. Again he storms upstairs. Again the door slams shut. Again I'm sitting down here staring at that damn chair.
***An hour an a half later***
Ok, Bakura can stay mad a really long time. He hasn't come down again and I haven't heard a thing. Curse my conscience.
I stand and walk up the stairs, pausing a moment before opening the door. Bakura sitting on his shins and laying his arms against the ground crying. I ran my eyes over him making sure he wasn't bleeding. Thank Ra he wasn't.
".....Bakura...?" My voice goes into worried mode. Damn. I held up so normal for awhile. It never seems to last. He continues to cry and yet looks over to me, tears running down his face and staining it as well. I enter fully and kneel down besides him. "What's wrong...?"
"T-they hurt...."
"What do?"
"T-the m-memories..."
"Then don't think about them."
"I-I tried, but they just keep coming. They paralyze me, I can't think over them....I come in here and they just strike me down like the weakling I have always been....Yami they just won't go away!" He cried out even harder, looking away from me and staring at the ground. I feel sorry for him. I grab his shoulder and he whimpers thinking I'm about to hit him for crying. Eh...I should. I sigh out loud and push aside my dignity and pull him in a comforting embrace. ((Yes that's all it is.))
I can feel his body jolt in surprise. Probably because it wasn't the burst of added pain he thought it would be. It seemed his crying mostly stopped and I take that moment to stand and leave the room. Leaving him there still.
***Bakura's PoV***
I don't understand him. I never will. He has more of a multiple personality then I thought. One minute he's throwing me in a wall, the next he's saving my life, and then trying to comfort me.
I shouldn't be mad at him. He didn't want help because he was...afraid, of getting hurt by me like I did in the Shadow Ream. He deserved it then though, now he doesn't. right?
I remain sitting now cross-legged on my floor. The memories still flicker through, but they don't hurt anymore. I thank my yami for that. Or I should, but I still feel like he's going to turn on me. My face is still damp with tears, so I stand and open my door. I'd go check on Yami later I guess....
I walk down the hall slowly and into the bathroom, turning on the faucet and adjusting the water to a perfect luke warm. I dunk both my hands together into the water and cup them to gather a good amount of water that I use to splash my face several times. When I'm satisfied I turn the water of, picking up a wash cloth and rubbing my face dry with it.
Now my next step is to go downstairs, which I do slowly only to walk in the living room and see my yami asleep on the couch. A smile broadens over my face and I walk to sit in the chair across him.
[Sweet dreams, Yami. And thank you.]
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Don't worry!! It's not over, I still have ONE more chapter left! And I'm going to try and figure some kind of sequel...somehow...I had an idea but I guess I lost it. Well. I KNOW I lost it. Figures. Did ya like this chapter? I thought it was cute ^^
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'He wants to know if I trust him...? How the heck do I answer that?! I do, and yet I don't trust him....He's hurt me so bad in the past...but ever since Dansei began invading my dreams, he's been trying to help me...Does that equalize the scale? Could he really be trusted to this extent? Wait...hold it....how can he even be alive?! Eh...I'll get back to that. But still...he went through my soul room, my personal thoughts, that totally violates my privacy! I-I can't believe he did that....my own yami....going through my thoughts....I really don't know if I can trust him after that....
...But....when he did half confess to reading through my soul room...he sounded....hurt. My yami, be hurt, is that even possible? I don't know what to do...' Bakura sank from one knee to both on the ground, and both hands clutching his head as well. He was so confused, nothing was making sense. First it began with the dreams that he thought his yami was killing me in, then he get trapped in those dreams and Akei brutally tries to help him and sacrifices himself so the spirit left Bakura's mind into his. But that didn't stop, Bakura used the ring's power in some ungodly way to take them to the Shadow Realm, Akei dies, he comes back from the dead...and now he expects TRUST?! What was that yami thinking?! 'After all he's done...I can't forgive him....I don't want him dead....but I can't forgive what he's done to me....He came to save me, but didn't actually protect me much, only once with the knife issue. Even then it seemed he was in it for himself..
I protected him. I stopped that whip that could have killed him. I did, and not vise-versa.'
I shake my head then hear a laugh from over me. Warily I look up and see Dansei staring down at me, arms crossed and yet he's holding something in one of his hands. His whip. 'No...he still has it...'
Akei continued laying the way he was, opening one eye to see Dansei looking down right over Bakura. 'He's not going to trust me...I can tell...he would have said something by now...I should have known, what was I thinking when I asked him that?!'
Akei shakes his head but Dansei doesn't seem to notice. The yami almost stoops so low...to beg. [Aibou please...]
{DON'T call me that! You don't want to protect me, do you?! As you said, this is between you and him...This is only about revenge! You don't want me in the way of your sick revenge towards Dansei for him making you look weak!}
***Akei's PoV***
Is....is that what he thinks? Dammit he's learning to stand up for himself. The only way to make him listen is to be brutal-
A cry of pain rings through me ears, I open one eye again to see the free end of the chain whip laying on the ground, dosed in blood. Bakura's blood.
I can see only partial of Bakura's face, blood and tears dripping down to the floor of the Shadow Realm. This was never supposed to happen.
But something catches my eye, a card. Dansei has his back to Bakura, so in that time I gather the card and stuff it in my pocket. Though Dansei is turned around, I can see the whip beginning to move. I think about the card but immediately dismiss it and stand up weakly.
The whip leaves the ground and Dansei turns as the whip descends towards Bakura's skull. The boy trembles and cries harder, but he blinks when the pain didn't hit him. I clench my eyes shut in pain....I had taken the hit at my shoulder, feeling the location beneath my sweater go raw. Dansei blinked and backs up as I all to a knee for support.
"Y-you're alive...?!"
I say nothing, to him at least. Again I make a desperate attempt to save my light, he HAS to leave here, he can't die in this place. [Bakura, aibou, go now! RUN!]
Bakura stays shaking on the ground.
[God dammit Bakura...get out of here, get a good start away from him while he finishes me off...!] I feel something wet run over my face, blood? No. I blink....tears.
{I-I can't just leave you here...}
[Bakura. Go.] I feel pulled to my feet and stare directly into the eyes of Dansei.
"You know what?! You are the worst bastard in the world! You can't stay down, you can't die, and you can't help anyone!"
"......He helped me...." A voice came weakly. I move my gaze to my left and see Bakura walking up next to me, rubbing blood from his face. I feel his hand reach into my pocket and pull out something. Dansei sure wasn't prepared for this. I hear Bakura mutter out something and I smirk. Sometimes that kid just knows the right thing to do. "Change of Heart."
Dansei's eyes go as wide as they could, his body radiating with a dark indigo. He backed away and dropped me to the ground, Bakura standing over me to make sure I was ok. I never will understand him. Never. The Change of Heart was taking slow to effect though, not that it was a problem.
See, normally the Change of Heart works so what it's used on, will attack the other side. But in this case, Dansei has no one else to attack, leaving the only thing he can kill....is himself. I find it a very helpful plan, very formidable.
The card's magic takes effect and Dansei's eyes turn white. Bakura cringes and kneels besides me, cutting circulation off in my arm. Damn his grip. [You know. My arm is going to fall off if you keep that up.]
{S-sorry...} His grip on my arm lessened.
I watched as Dansei's face features were changing, crippling. I wish I had some popcorn, this was pretty damn entertaining. Again my arm feels the loss of blood and I glance from the spirit to Bakura who tries looking away. [What's wrong...?]
{I-I can't watch...}
[Eh...Right....] What was I supposed to say? It's not like I'm a master at comforting people, not yet anyway. Ok, again to Dansei. Eh....if he was still there at least. Bakura stands and walks infront of me, arms at his side and it seems whatever shaking he had, stopped. "Is he....is he gone...?" He asked, not turning to look at me.
Something clangs on the ground and I snarl, he looks back at me thinking I'm mad at him. Great. Weakly I stand, after dying once I'm still pained by it, let alone that whip didn't help. I walk up next to him and pick up what I saw. The chain whip. "Yeah...he's long gone."
"What _did_ you exactly do to him...?"
"You couldn't catch that?"
He sighed softly and I blinked at what he said. "I want the _real_ truth."
Idiotic kid. Really, he is. But there's a first time for everything and for the first time I sigh a defeat and explain, mostly unwillingly. "It's simply. We both were raiding a tomb, mainly because that bastard followed me. The Pharaoh showed up with a truck full of guards and I ran, easily too, kind of memory because I had been there before. But Dansei should of been dubbed The Village Idiot because he knew nothing and was snagged off my tail easily. Guess all this time in the world of death he got to learn power for revenge."
"I'm sorry..."
"I thought I told you to stop sayi-" He cut me off.
"No!" I pull back at his sudden raise of a voice. Well, this is sure different. "No...I really am sorry for once, I should have trusted you yet I had no real reason to." He had a point there....there really wasn't any reason he should trust me.
I turn from him and mutter a grunt as the ring begins to glow. "Let's go."
***3rd Person again***
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"You guys made it!" Yugi jumped up from his chair, Yami just stood and couldn't repress a smile. "Is the spirit gone? Are you guys ok...?"
"Yes and no." Akei mutters, falling over into the couch to hold his head. The happiness of Yugi's face fell and Bakura sat besides his yami (who was holding his shoulder pained now).
Bakura looked over at him and then back to Yugi looking worried. "Yugi...can you get some ice...?"
Yugi tilted his head then nodded and left the room, soon coming back with a plastic bag, full of crushed ice. He gave it to Bakura who smiled and mutters a thank you before giving the ice to his yami, who sneered down at it. "PUT it on your shoulder or it will swell." Akei looked away at a wall, still not taking the bag.
"Are you two not going to kill each other if we leave?" Yami finally spoke up, the two on the couch glared at him. Yami shrugged. "What? We've been here almost two days now, I want to leave."
Bakura gaped and stood. "T-two days? Only THAT long?!"
"Only...?" Yami muttered at Bakura's surprise. "What do you mean, _only_?"
"With all that torment it felt like a week!"
Bakura sat back down after that to see the ice bag gone where he left it. He had to blink a few times before looking back at his dark half, who seemingly was holding the ice on his shoulder, avoiding eye contact with anyone. "Yeah Yami, you guys can leave." Bakura muttered.
"If you need anything, you know where to call!" Yugi said with a giggle before leaving through the door and waiting for Yami outside by the mailbox.
"DON'T try killing anyone." He directed sharply at Akei who grunted but stayed where he was. "Later." Then with a smile to Bakura, he left after his aibou.
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With Yugi and Yami gone, Bakura did his best to look over his yami's wounds but Akei wouldn't allowed to be touched by him. Finally after nearly ten minutes of trying, Bakura gave up and headed towards the stairs, snapping a glare out at his yami (who must really like staring at a chair). "Fine then! Don't let someone help you so you don't die! It's help or be helped a lot of time in the world and since you won't accept anymore...YOU CAN JUST DIE!" He shouted before storming upstairs into his room, leaving Akei in disbelief. He cringed as the sound of a door slamming reached his ears. He just shook his head.
"That kid is getting my temper."
***Akei's PoV***
What? So I didn't want to be helped, is that so hard to understand? Why the hell did that kid insist on it?! I remember his last words 'YOU CAN JUST DIE!' They hurt more then the bruises I think. Does he really mean that...? I just didn't want any help, or to be touched! The last time he looked over my wounds he ended up putting pressure on my freaking wrists! Oh yeah...My wrists.
I look down at them both, examining them both to see that it looks like I have five tight crimson bracelets on each wrist. Damn. That hurts.
I hear Bakura's door creak open and then come down the stairs and he emerges into the room. Probably coming to apologize for raising his voice to me.
Or not.
His face still has a glare on it and his takes a seat in the chair across me and the table (yes they put it in place again). He pulled his knees into his chest and stared away from me and into the kitchen.
"Why did you come back down here?" I ask in my original tone of voice, trying not to sound curious.
"I'm sleeping down here."
Ok then... "Why?"
"Because I don't want to in my room."
He sounds pissed. Man, I really AM rubbing off on him. Great, just what I need. "Again, why?"
He breaks into tears and folds his arms over his legs so he can bury his head within them, but I can still hear only semi-muffled yells. "Because the memories still hurt thinking about, ok?!"
Never get a hikari that has suffered pain for two days mad.
They act like a yami. Well...minus the bursting into tears part.
"Bakura.."
"Leave. Me. Alone. You don't want help, you won't get it, but don't come crying to me later if it hurts. Because it should, and it will and you will probably get infected. Now don't talk to me, I'm only DOWN here because my room scares me."
"Bakura the last time you tried to help my bruises, I ended up more scathed then before! You put all pressure you could on my wrists!"
I swear I heard him gulp, but that was the most of him talking.
I sigh. This isn't going well.
"How did you live...?"
"What?"
"How. Did. You. Live."
"How did you get the ring to work?"
"I told you I don't know!"
"I don't know how I lived."
"You are SUCH a liar!"
"I know."
Oops. Wrong thing to say I guess. Bakura stood and walked directly infront of me, staring down with narrow eyes. He mouth something I couldn't understand, sounding something like 'I hate you' but whatever. He'll get over it. Again he storms upstairs. Again the door slams shut. Again I'm sitting down here staring at that damn chair.
***An hour an a half later***
Ok, Bakura can stay mad a really long time. He hasn't come down again and I haven't heard a thing. Curse my conscience.
I stand and walk up the stairs, pausing a moment before opening the door. Bakura sitting on his shins and laying his arms against the ground crying. I ran my eyes over him making sure he wasn't bleeding. Thank Ra he wasn't.
".....Bakura...?" My voice goes into worried mode. Damn. I held up so normal for awhile. It never seems to last. He continues to cry and yet looks over to me, tears running down his face and staining it as well. I enter fully and kneel down besides him. "What's wrong...?"
"T-they hurt...."
"What do?"
"T-the m-memories..."
"Then don't think about them."
"I-I tried, but they just keep coming. They paralyze me, I can't think over them....I come in here and they just strike me down like the weakling I have always been....Yami they just won't go away!" He cried out even harder, looking away from me and staring at the ground. I feel sorry for him. I grab his shoulder and he whimpers thinking I'm about to hit him for crying. Eh...I should. I sigh out loud and push aside my dignity and pull him in a comforting embrace. ((Yes that's all it is.))
I can feel his body jolt in surprise. Probably because it wasn't the burst of added pain he thought it would be. It seemed his crying mostly stopped and I take that moment to stand and leave the room. Leaving him there still.
***Bakura's PoV***
I don't understand him. I never will. He has more of a multiple personality then I thought. One minute he's throwing me in a wall, the next he's saving my life, and then trying to comfort me.
I shouldn't be mad at him. He didn't want help because he was...afraid, of getting hurt by me like I did in the Shadow Ream. He deserved it then though, now he doesn't. right?
I remain sitting now cross-legged on my floor. The memories still flicker through, but they don't hurt anymore. I thank my yami for that. Or I should, but I still feel like he's going to turn on me. My face is still damp with tears, so I stand and open my door. I'd go check on Yami later I guess....
I walk down the hall slowly and into the bathroom, turning on the faucet and adjusting the water to a perfect luke warm. I dunk both my hands together into the water and cup them to gather a good amount of water that I use to splash my face several times. When I'm satisfied I turn the water of, picking up a wash cloth and rubbing my face dry with it.
Now my next step is to go downstairs, which I do slowly only to walk in the living room and see my yami asleep on the couch. A smile broadens over my face and I walk to sit in the chair across him.
[Sweet dreams, Yami. And thank you.]
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Don't worry!! It's not over, I still have ONE more chapter left! And I'm going to try and figure some kind of sequel...somehow...I had an idea but I guess I lost it. Well. I KNOW I lost it. Figures. Did ya like this chapter? I thought it was cute ^^
