Yami watched Yugi as he slept. It was really a peaceful sight. Yugi was so
innocent and childish. He had yet to REALLY know the harshness of the
world. He still was seeing the world through a child's eyes. Yami smiled.
If he had any say in the matter, Yugi would continue to be innocent and
happy.
Bakura had taken some advice from Yami, wait until night to try to contact Ryou. It took far less energy to speak to a sleeping mind, than an alert one. Bakura stared at the walls dumbly. "What time is it?" he said to nothing. "Why didn't someone think to have a window installed in here?" He grumbled roughly pushing off of his bed and wandering around aimlessly again.
His feet lead him to the ancient baths in the maze of tunnels. "Oh....heh....bath..." He said bemused at his wanderings leading him there. He stripped and got into the pool of water. He needed to wash up anyway...his hands and arms were streaked with dried blood. He sighed as he washed himself, the soap stinging his hands. He smelled now of ancient perfumes as he pulled his dripping form from the pool and began drying himself off.
He dressed in clean, yet very old clothes. A white linnen tunic with a decorative green and gold cloth hanging over the tunic. He slipped on a pair of sandles and his gold wrist bands. He gumbled about the dirty clothes and picked them up, taking them to a different pool and washing them.
Bakura smiled and wrung out the freshly spotless clothes. If there was one thing he was always picky about, it was his being, and clothes were spotless (which by the way is typically Egyptian! Dont believe me? check up on it) He laid the clothes out to dry. "What time is it?" He said again to the empty walls. "For Ra's sake! I need a clock!"
Ryou sighed as he cleaned his house...for the 5th time that day. The house was almost as clean as a hospital. "...What now?" He said sitting down on the couch and sighing. He looked at the VCR. 8:30 pm flashed in neon blue letters. "Maybe...I should just go to bed..." He muttered shaking his head. Without Yami around....there simply was nothing to do...
Bakura growled and kicked a wall, before wincing and doing the 'ouch I just dumbly hurt my foot kicking something that was never in a million years going to be hurt' hopping on one foot dance. "OW! Blast it! Stupid stupid stupid!" He said going to kick it again, before stopping short and getting a slightly enlightened look. "...now why would I want to do that again?"
"Is it night yet?" He mumbled pacing in his chamber. "Ra...why on EARTH am I talking to myself?" he said slapping his forehead lightly. "Becase this is something RYOU does..." he answered himself. "Oh gods...now I'm answering myself..." He said slumping. "I'm going to become a mental case..."
Ryou yawned and crawled into bed, turning off his bedside lamp. "Goodnight....house..." He said looking at the empty silent house. The silence was eerie, it was begining to get to Ryou. He closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.
Bakura twitched in frustration. "WHAT BLOODY TIME IS IT?!" he screamed, hearing his voice echo down the endless corridors. He sighed. "Strike me down where I stand! All this waiting is making me insane!" He yelled and groaned. Nothing happened. "Its like you're all mocking me! Is this a punishment for all those tombs I robbed?!" Silence still. Bakura put his hands on his head. "Ra! please stop tormenting me! I just need to make things right with Ryou! THEN I can sit in eternal tortures for my acts..."
Finally Bakura became fed up and sat down. "Time?" he said to nothing. Of course he got the response he was expecting...nothing. He growled and kicked a wall. "OW DAMNIT!" he yelped grabbing his foot and doing the same hoppy-dance he had done a few hours earlier. "This is getting HIGHLY annoying! I'm WARNING you! I will do something unthinkable if SOMETHING doesn't tell me what time it is!" Bakura growled as silence once more taunted him.
"Alright...I'll give you the count of three!" he said tapping his sandaled foot. "ONE!" he grumbled..nothing. "TWO!" he yelled. Nothing... "THREE DAMNIT!"
//Bakura will you quit all that racket! Its 10:00 ok? Night time! For Isis' sake please clam down!// Yami groaned.
Bakura growled. "Its your own fault you cocky good for nothing.." the rant continued, switching to Egyptian curses halfway through the statement.
Yami yawned and rolled his eyes. //You done yet?//
Bakura was now breathing hard. //bastard...//
Yami smirked. //Now?//
Bakura sat down breathlessly. //Yes...//
Yami shook his head chuckling. //Feel better now?//
Bakura grumbled and tried to regain his composure. //shut up....bloody know-it-all pharaoh...//
//Oh? What are you going to do? Flog me with curses from here until the end of the world?//
Bakrua growled, still catching his breath.
//Or better yet, Fling insults at me until you're hoarse and in need of a coughdrop?//
Bakura sighed. //I hate you....//
Yami grinned. //I know. So what are you waitin on? Ryou's surely passed out in bed by now.//
Bakrua grumbled. "Dumbass bastard fucking whore...." he mumbled.
//I heard that...//
Bakura smirked. //so what?//
Yami chuckled. //Isn't a whore a referance to a woman?//
Bakura growled. //Fine....man whore.//
After a few moments of catching his breath and gathering some energy Bakura tried to reach out to his hikari. It strangely worked....
Bakura was standing in Ryou's room...well...his spirit was. His physical being was long since gone. Their link, the miniscule one they had left, was all that was keeping him there. He could feel his spirit being tugged back to the ring. It was all he had to remain standing there.
He smiled a little and walked over to Ryou and put a hand on his head. "Ryou....I'm sorry...." He said quietly.
Ryou blinked, he had been dreaming of his father's trip with him to france, when Yami had just appeared. "Ryou...I'm sorry.." he said looking at him. "...What?" Ryou said watching the rest of his dream fade. "I'm sorry...that I was such a jackass...You aren't a weakling...and...I want your forgiveness...please..."
Ryou stared at his yami. "...What? What kind of dream is this...?" He said looking around. "Ryou...I dont have much time...please...forgive me...if I must spend the rest of eternity in the ring...I wont be able to rest peacefully if you hold hate in your heart for all the things I've done to you..."
Ryou could hardly believe this. His yami was standing in front of him in egyptian clothes...maybe he missed him more than he thought. Bakura winced and let out a slight yelp. Something was wrong. "Ryou please! Forgive me!" he said dropping to his knees.
Bakura winced. The ring was ripping his soul in two. It was demanding that he return to his prison. "R-ryou...please..." He said wincing once more and fighting with all he had to remain by his hikari just a few more moments.
"Are you ok Yami?" Ryou said rushing over and kneeling next to his yami. "I'll be fine...just please forgive me..." Ryou stared at him. "For what?" Bakura looked at him pain obvious in his eyes. "My complete abuse of you...I was dumb...I was...weak." He said looking down and begining to shake.
Bakura gasped in pain. "N-no....n-not until he forgives me!" he said as he shook. It felt as though firey spears were being thrown through his entire being. The tug of his ring burning every fiber of his being. "Please Ryou......I..." He groaned and began to hug his chest, hoping to stop some of the pain.
"Please Ryou.." He muttered as Ryou stared. "Yami...I'm not mad...I never was..." He said as he was jolted awake at the sound of a pained gasp. He stared at his transparent yami. "Yami!" He said as Bakura winced and began to shake more violently. "Y-yami!! Are you ok?" Bakura looked up at Ryou. "I...just wanted to apologize...I'll remain in the ring...our link is all but gone...thank you...for forgiving me..." He said, a smile crossing his face. Not a wicked plotting smile...or a malicious smirk...a true heartfelt grin.
"I love you Ryou..." He said fading into the darkness. Ryou jumped from his bed and lunged at the space his yami had occupied. "Yami!! wait!" He sobbed. "I..I dont want you to go!" he yelled to the darkness. Ryou cried himself to sleep that night...curled up in the space of floor that still smelled lightly of iris...
Bakura had taken some advice from Yami, wait until night to try to contact Ryou. It took far less energy to speak to a sleeping mind, than an alert one. Bakura stared at the walls dumbly. "What time is it?" he said to nothing. "Why didn't someone think to have a window installed in here?" He grumbled roughly pushing off of his bed and wandering around aimlessly again.
His feet lead him to the ancient baths in the maze of tunnels. "Oh....heh....bath..." He said bemused at his wanderings leading him there. He stripped and got into the pool of water. He needed to wash up anyway...his hands and arms were streaked with dried blood. He sighed as he washed himself, the soap stinging his hands. He smelled now of ancient perfumes as he pulled his dripping form from the pool and began drying himself off.
He dressed in clean, yet very old clothes. A white linnen tunic with a decorative green and gold cloth hanging over the tunic. He slipped on a pair of sandles and his gold wrist bands. He gumbled about the dirty clothes and picked them up, taking them to a different pool and washing them.
Bakura smiled and wrung out the freshly spotless clothes. If there was one thing he was always picky about, it was his being, and clothes were spotless (which by the way is typically Egyptian! Dont believe me? check up on it) He laid the clothes out to dry. "What time is it?" He said again to the empty walls. "For Ra's sake! I need a clock!"
Ryou sighed as he cleaned his house...for the 5th time that day. The house was almost as clean as a hospital. "...What now?" He said sitting down on the couch and sighing. He looked at the VCR. 8:30 pm flashed in neon blue letters. "Maybe...I should just go to bed..." He muttered shaking his head. Without Yami around....there simply was nothing to do...
Bakura growled and kicked a wall, before wincing and doing the 'ouch I just dumbly hurt my foot kicking something that was never in a million years going to be hurt' hopping on one foot dance. "OW! Blast it! Stupid stupid stupid!" He said going to kick it again, before stopping short and getting a slightly enlightened look. "...now why would I want to do that again?"
"Is it night yet?" He mumbled pacing in his chamber. "Ra...why on EARTH am I talking to myself?" he said slapping his forehead lightly. "Becase this is something RYOU does..." he answered himself. "Oh gods...now I'm answering myself..." He said slumping. "I'm going to become a mental case..."
Ryou yawned and crawled into bed, turning off his bedside lamp. "Goodnight....house..." He said looking at the empty silent house. The silence was eerie, it was begining to get to Ryou. He closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.
Bakura twitched in frustration. "WHAT BLOODY TIME IS IT?!" he screamed, hearing his voice echo down the endless corridors. He sighed. "Strike me down where I stand! All this waiting is making me insane!" He yelled and groaned. Nothing happened. "Its like you're all mocking me! Is this a punishment for all those tombs I robbed?!" Silence still. Bakura put his hands on his head. "Ra! please stop tormenting me! I just need to make things right with Ryou! THEN I can sit in eternal tortures for my acts..."
Finally Bakura became fed up and sat down. "Time?" he said to nothing. Of course he got the response he was expecting...nothing. He growled and kicked a wall. "OW DAMNIT!" he yelped grabbing his foot and doing the same hoppy-dance he had done a few hours earlier. "This is getting HIGHLY annoying! I'm WARNING you! I will do something unthinkable if SOMETHING doesn't tell me what time it is!" Bakura growled as silence once more taunted him.
"Alright...I'll give you the count of three!" he said tapping his sandaled foot. "ONE!" he grumbled..nothing. "TWO!" he yelled. Nothing... "THREE DAMNIT!"
//Bakura will you quit all that racket! Its 10:00 ok? Night time! For Isis' sake please clam down!// Yami groaned.
Bakura growled. "Its your own fault you cocky good for nothing.." the rant continued, switching to Egyptian curses halfway through the statement.
Yami yawned and rolled his eyes. //You done yet?//
Bakura was now breathing hard. //bastard...//
Yami smirked. //Now?//
Bakura sat down breathlessly. //Yes...//
Yami shook his head chuckling. //Feel better now?//
Bakura grumbled and tried to regain his composure. //shut up....bloody know-it-all pharaoh...//
//Oh? What are you going to do? Flog me with curses from here until the end of the world?//
Bakrua growled, still catching his breath.
//Or better yet, Fling insults at me until you're hoarse and in need of a coughdrop?//
Bakura sighed. //I hate you....//
Yami grinned. //I know. So what are you waitin on? Ryou's surely passed out in bed by now.//
Bakrua grumbled. "Dumbass bastard fucking whore...." he mumbled.
//I heard that...//
Bakura smirked. //so what?//
Yami chuckled. //Isn't a whore a referance to a woman?//
Bakura growled. //Fine....man whore.//
After a few moments of catching his breath and gathering some energy Bakura tried to reach out to his hikari. It strangely worked....
Bakura was standing in Ryou's room...well...his spirit was. His physical being was long since gone. Their link, the miniscule one they had left, was all that was keeping him there. He could feel his spirit being tugged back to the ring. It was all he had to remain standing there.
He smiled a little and walked over to Ryou and put a hand on his head. "Ryou....I'm sorry...." He said quietly.
Ryou blinked, he had been dreaming of his father's trip with him to france, when Yami had just appeared. "Ryou...I'm sorry.." he said looking at him. "...What?" Ryou said watching the rest of his dream fade. "I'm sorry...that I was such a jackass...You aren't a weakling...and...I want your forgiveness...please..."
Ryou stared at his yami. "...What? What kind of dream is this...?" He said looking around. "Ryou...I dont have much time...please...forgive me...if I must spend the rest of eternity in the ring...I wont be able to rest peacefully if you hold hate in your heart for all the things I've done to you..."
Ryou could hardly believe this. His yami was standing in front of him in egyptian clothes...maybe he missed him more than he thought. Bakura winced and let out a slight yelp. Something was wrong. "Ryou please! Forgive me!" he said dropping to his knees.
Bakura winced. The ring was ripping his soul in two. It was demanding that he return to his prison. "R-ryou...please..." He said wincing once more and fighting with all he had to remain by his hikari just a few more moments.
"Are you ok Yami?" Ryou said rushing over and kneeling next to his yami. "I'll be fine...just please forgive me..." Ryou stared at him. "For what?" Bakura looked at him pain obvious in his eyes. "My complete abuse of you...I was dumb...I was...weak." He said looking down and begining to shake.
Bakura gasped in pain. "N-no....n-not until he forgives me!" he said as he shook. It felt as though firey spears were being thrown through his entire being. The tug of his ring burning every fiber of his being. "Please Ryou......I..." He groaned and began to hug his chest, hoping to stop some of the pain.
"Please Ryou.." He muttered as Ryou stared. "Yami...I'm not mad...I never was..." He said as he was jolted awake at the sound of a pained gasp. He stared at his transparent yami. "Yami!" He said as Bakura winced and began to shake more violently. "Y-yami!! Are you ok?" Bakura looked up at Ryou. "I...just wanted to apologize...I'll remain in the ring...our link is all but gone...thank you...for forgiving me..." He said, a smile crossing his face. Not a wicked plotting smile...or a malicious smirk...a true heartfelt grin.
"I love you Ryou..." He said fading into the darkness. Ryou jumped from his bed and lunged at the space his yami had occupied. "Yami!! wait!" He sobbed. "I..I dont want you to go!" he yelled to the darkness. Ryou cried himself to sleep that night...curled up in the space of floor that still smelled lightly of iris...