Chapter 11
In The Eyes Of The Bleeding Angel

Bakura listened contently to what sounded like the beating of a heart. Something then hit him, who's heart was it?

Something small and wet splashed on Bakura's face. He opened his eyes and saw a cloudy, stormy sky. He looked to his left slightly and his eyes grew big with fear, but mostly shock.

Yami Bakura's head hung over Bakura's. The Yami's breathing was soft and light. He was obviously still asleep.

Bakura shivered, scared stiff. He thought hard and remembered the last night when Yami Bakura had pulled the pieces of glass out of Bakura's skin with a knife.

It puzzled him though. Why would Yami Bakura put Bakura into his lap and cover him with a blanket, and even let Bakura use his chest as a pillow so that Bakura could sleep. And that wasn't all that puzzled Bakura. Where did the heart beat come from?

Bakura thought back a while when Yami Bakura had been squeezing the life out of Bakura as a punishment for something he had done. Bakura's head had been pressed against Yami Bakura's chest as he squeezed the life out of Bakura. Bakura had heard nothing. Nothing was there but an empty chest cavity.

This made Bakura almost positive that Yami Bakura had a body of his own. But if Yami Bakura had his own body then what would Yami Bakura do with him? Yami Bakura had no need for Bakura to host his spirit. Bakura wondered why Yami Bakura hadn't killed him already.

Bakura began to move slowly. He pushed Yami Bakura's arm off.

Yami Bakura grunted softly and moved his arms back a little, but he didn't wake up.

Bakura sat there, with his wide and fearful eyes, afraid that his Yami would wake. Bakura shivered slightly as he watched his Yami's face to make sure that Yami Bakura didn't wake up.

After what seemed like forever, Bakura finally summoned the courage to move again. Since Yami Bakura had moved his arms, Bakura found it all the more easier to get away.

Bakura inched his way off his Yami's lap and finally, in one quick soft motion, slid of Yami Bakura's lap altogether. Bakura stood up, relieved that he hadn't waken Yami Bakura, who knows what Yami Bakura would do if he woke up cranky.

Come to think of it, Bakura had never seen Yami Bakura sleep before, ever! Bakura thought that because Yami Bakura was a spirit he didn't need sleep. That did it. Bakura knew Yami Bakura had gotten a body somehow.

Bakura pulled the blanket off and slid on his clean pair of pants and shirt that Yami Bakura had packed for Bakura. He took a last look at Yami Bakura. For some strange reason, Yami Bakura looked almost heavenly as he slept soundly in that corner on his jacket. Bakura shook his head and looked at his Yami again to see the same demon he had always seen.

Bakura turned around quietly. So quiet in fact, that all you could hear was Yami Bakura's soft breathes as he slept in the corner. Bakura held his breath. He moved silently, as a shadow, passed the now dry puddle of blood and the clogged drain, surrounded by filthy water.

Bakura was between the dumpster and the brick wall when he heard a deep voice behind him.

"Where do you think you're going?!" The deep voice growled.

Bakura's heart jumped. He froze in his tracks, too afraid to move, too afraid to even breathe. He would have stopped his heart from beating too if he had any control over that. He knew his Yami had woken up, cranky.

"Come back here!" The voice of Bakura's Yami was gruff and hard, a sure sign of his annoyance.

Bakura didn't even have time to turn around because a large, strong hand attached itself to Bakura's shoulder and pulled him back behind the dumpster. Yami Bakura spun Bakura around and slapped him across the face so hard that he fell down.

It happened so fast; Bakura was on the ground before he even knew what was going on.

"Thinking about leaving, were you?!" Yami Bakura's voice was so powerful it made Bakura feel like he was about 2 inches tall.

"I - I - I was..." Bakura stuttered, trying to think up something to say.

Yami Bakura grabbed Bakura's coiler and lifted him up into the air one handed. "You were what?!"

Bakura's lower lip quivered as he thought hard about his answer. "I was going to go get us something to eat." Bakura made up quickly. What had he been thinking? Yami Bakura wouldn't take that for an answer.

"Bullshit!" Yami Bakura cussed gruffly. "You knew I had food in the backpack. You can't lie to me, Bakura. I know you better than you know yourself."

"Please Yami...I - I..." Bakura knew it was wrong to talk back to his Yami. Bakura didn't know why he couldn't control his tonge.

"Shut up!" Yami Bakura hook-punched Bakura in the stomach and dropped him. "You were trying to run away. I know you were. Don't lie to me!"

Bakura landed on his feet but fell to his hands and knees. Yami Bakura had hit Bakura hard in the stomach. Bakura would have thrown up if there was anything in his stomach to throw up. He coughed and gagged but all he could manage to bring up was saliva mixed with blood and stomach fluids, which dripped off his lips to the concrete below.

"Get up and take it like a man!" Yami Bakura said harshly.

Bakura wiped his lips and stood weakly. "Yami...I'm sorry."

"Don't give me that crap! Now get over here!"

Bakura edged closer to Yami Bakura cautiously, like a sad lonely little puppy that had been hit too many times.

Yami Bakura pushed Bakura down on his rear so that he landed in the corner, on Yami Bakura's coat. Yami Bakura crouched beside Bakura and reached into the backpack. Yami Bakura pulled out a loaf of bread, some cheese, and a package of dried roast beef cold cuts. With these, he quickly threw together 2 sandwiches. He shoved one of the sandwiches into Bakura's hands.

"Eat." That was all Yami Bakura said, and sat down next to Bakura.

Bakura looked at the sandwich blankly. He looked at Yami Bakura, who had already begun to tear into his sandwich. Bakura looked back down at his sandwich, which lied in his hands just begging to be eaten.

Bakura bit into the sandwich slowly and chewed it like it was a piece of rubber. It wasn't bad, he was just being cautious. Bakura looked over at Yami Bakura, who was one bite away from finishing his sandwich.

Bakura had never seen Yami Bakura really eat before, other than when Yami Bakura had licked up that bit of blood. But that wasn't really eating...Yami Bakura seemed to have done it just to creep Bakura out.

Bakura looked down at his own sandwich and remembered how hungry he was. He began to eat his sandwich normally as he watched his Yami finish.

Yami Bakura finished his sandwich and looked at Bakura. Yami Bakura's eyes wandered to Bakura's sad but sweet eyes.

Bakura looked at Yami Bakura. He knew he shouldn't look into his Yami's eyes, but Yami Bakura had looked into Bakura. He had done no wrong. Then again, Yami Bakura beat Bakura just for existing, for the sake of beating. But again Bakura saw that wonderful place in his Yami's eyes.

Bakura would have moved his eyes away but he couldn't. It felt like a dream. When you loose track of time and space, when you don't know when you're alive or dead, but you don't care. That's how Bakura felt at that moment. He would have taken his eyes away but somehow, couldn't.

Yami Bakura stared into Bakura's large, sad, hurting eyes. Yami Bakura saw something he had never seen in Bakura before. Sure Yami Bakura could read Bakura's mind, but this wasn't the same, Bakura's thoughts weren't the same as his emotions. Yami Bakura had stared straight through Bakura's eyes, into Bakura's aching heart.

Bakura's deep brown eyes were clouded with heartfelt pain. Bakura's sad gaze shot a stabbing jolt straight into Yami Bakura's heart. It hurt him so bad that he flinched. Yami Bakura's skin went paler than it naturally was. Instead of hitting Bakura for staring into his eyes, Yami Bakura turned his head away and looked down at his feet.

"Don't stare at me..." Yami Bakura said, in an emotionless tone of voice.

Confused as he was, Bakura turned his head away and stared at the blood that he had smeared on the wall with his hand and continued to nibble on his sandwich.

Yami Bakura stared down at his feet. Though Bakura and Yami Bakura weren't staring each other in the eye anymore, Yami Bakura could still feel Bakura's pain. It was like an iron fist, squeezing his heart. It made him want to yell out in pain, perhaps cry, but he didn't. He refused to.

Yami Bakura thought about this for a moment. Then it hit him. That was what Bakura felt everyday. Wasn't it? Had Yami Bakura really seen Bakura's pain, and now he could even feel it? This concept confused Yami Bakura greatly, so he came up with another explanation. What he had seen it Bakura's eyes was just a look that he gave to people so they would feel pity for him. Even Yami Bakura had his doubts about this concept. What Yami Bakura had seen, seemed a lot deeper than just a look.