A Change of Heart
By: In Fair Verona/Sibby
Summary: Bakura and Tea have had a serious and steady relationship for 1 year, and suddenly Bakura wants to call it off. How will he end the relationship without hurting her? Maybe his favourite card can help.
Rating: PG-13
Shipper: Bakura x Tea
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, cards, settings, or basicly anything else from Yu-Gi-Oh!
A/N: Mmkay. This will be a weird chapter. I dunno why. It'll just be weird, not fluffy. Oh, and in case you haven't figured it out, italics means either a flashback sequence, or one of the spirits speaking while not fused together with Yugi or Bakura.
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Dark. Magic. Dark Magic. Attack. Dark Magic Attack. No. Screams. Screams screaming No. Millenium Items. Millenium Puzzle. Millenium Ring. Snap. Snap?
"It's time for you to wake up. I've been very bored for the past 12 hours."
"Oh... not you." Bakura mumbled, peeling his eyes open as they were immediately hit by the streaming of sunlight through the glass window.
"Not just me..."
"Tea?" Bakura shot up from his bed in alarm. Except it wasn't his bed. He found himself tucked into a coconut white elevated bed, made up of pure white sheets, with pure white pillows, made of pure white fluff. To his left, a small metal stand holding a metal tray with food, probably metal too. Pale reddish-pink colored curtains on the window, a miniature Zennith T.V on the wall, a smirking Spirit in the corner, snapping his fingers- and two shaded people whom he couldn't quite make out were sitting in two standard chairs infront of his cotton white bed.
"Tea's not here." A voice said gruffly. The taller figure rose from the chair he was seated in, stepping into the sunlight. Tristan.
"Tristan? Thank god it's you. Where am I?" Bakura asked in a worried tone. The next thing he knew, he was being seized by the thin hospital dress that covered him, held by the collar, pulled out of the bed and slammed against the light rose painted wall. "Tris- tris-"
"Shut up!" He yelled. "You can't even remember why you're here!? You're pathetic Bakura. Pathetic." He grabbed the smaller boy's right wrist, holding up the bandaged arm before both of their eyes. Tristan's eyes burned with a vengeful fire, and Bakura's soft eyes cast themselves down to the cold tile floor.
"Oh...yes."
"Yes? Is that all you have to say for yourself, you little-"
"Tristan!" Yugi Moto lurched forward quickly, prying the bigger man off of Bakura with much effort. Once released, Bakura stumbled to his bed where he sank down into the fluffy whiteness.
"Yugi, I've been waiting for over 12 hours for him to wake up! I'll feel less guilty when I kill this way." Tristan said, glaring with bellirgerence at the poor and weak Bakura.
"Where's Tea?" Bakura demanded, furrowing his brow and trying to look as tough as possible against the wrath of Tristan. Not very effective.
"She's at her home." Yugi said simply.
"I can't beleive you expect her to be here." Tristan scoffed.
"I guess I shouldn't. I know I deserved that." Bakura commented. He rubbed his neck. "And that."
"Yugi! I can't stand it, I'm ready to beat the crap out of this wussy ass-hole!"
"Tristan, stop acting like a school bully! That's not like you! We haven't even heard Bakura's side of the story!" Yugi said defensively. Bakura nodded in agreement, slowly hiding himself beneath the snow white covers of his bed.
"Oh, so that's why you came." Tristan said, crossing his arms and looking down at Yugi. "In my opinion, he doesn't have a side."
"You're being biast!" Yugi exclaimed.
"How am I being biast?"
"Tristan... " Yugi gave up with a depressive sigh. "Do you think Tea would be happy if you killed Bakura?" That hit him hard. Tristan closed his eyes in thought, opened them and glanced at Bakura, then turned to Yugi.
"I guess not..." He trailed off. "I can't stand being the same room as him though! I'm going to go get a drink." Tristan said, pushing past Yugi and leaving the room quickly. Bakura let out a sigh of releif.
"Thanks Yugi."
"It doesn't mean I'm on your side Bakura. You hurt one of my best friends. I just don't see a need for violence. I'm willing to hear your side of the story, but I could never forgive you. Not until I know what Tea wants."
"Stupid little Yugi. Always seeing no need for violence, and doing the right thing. Heart of the cards this, heart of the cards that. Heart of my ass." Yami Bakura strutted past the two and to the door. Bakura heard a soft click, indicating that someone had just turned the lock on the door.
"What was that?" Yugi asked in curiousity.
"Oh no." Bakura muttered softly.
"Oh yes." His Yami approached slowly. "I've got Yugi all alone, locked in a room. I'm not passing up this oppurtunity. Come here!"
"No!" Bakura cried, trying to swim his way out of the ocean of whiteness. He felt the Yami grab him by the leg, pulling him closer and then grabbing the Millenium Ring and fusing with Bakura.
"Bakura? What's going on? I don't like this..." Yugi trailed off. One moment Bakura was screaming and flailing then he just calmed down, falling back onto his bed.
"I know you're definetly not going to like this next part. Heh." Yami Bakura chuckled deeply and looked up. His white hair was frayed in all directions, and his hungry grin made him almost look like one of Wes Craven's presentations.
"Just my luck." Yugi muttered, glancing at Yami Bakura and the door. "I know who you are!"
"Does it really look like a care Yugi? Come here!" Yami Bakura lunged at the short boy, barely grabbing the chain around the Millenium Puzzle as he fell onto the floor. Yugi quickly pulled out his grasp, running to the opposite end of the room. Yami B growled, hopping up and approaching Yugi cautiously. "What are you going to do? Whack me to death with the metal food tray?" Yami Bakura laughed.
"Not a bad idea." Yugi said, pulling the tray off the metal stand and holding it defensively infront of him. He was cornered and he knew it. Taking a few steps back he was up against the rose painted wall. The only thing between him and the evil spirit of the Millenium Ring, were a metal tray and stand. That's it! Yugi stretched his foot forward, kicking the metal stand into Yami Bakura, causing him to lurch backwards in pain while Yugi quickly pulled himself up on the hospital bed, and jumped off onto the other side. He clasped his hands around the puzzle protectively. "Spirit of the- Ah!"
"I've got you now!" Yami Bakura grinned, clutching Yugi's leg. "You can't get away, and I'll be taking that-" He reached upwards and grabbed the Millenium Puzzle, but it was too late.
"Yu-Gi-Oh!" The theme music when Yami and Yugi fuse played, and suddenly Yugi seemed to tower over Yami Bakura, easily slipping his leg from the other boy's grasp.
"Clever move. I see you don't miss any chances." Yami Yugi said, glancing at the locked door with nonchalance. "It's too bad you're evil. You're very persistent." Yami Yugi chuckled.
"I can still get the puzzle, it'll just be a bit more difficult."
"Just as I said, very persistent." Yami grinned, quickly evading another swipe at the puzzle by Yami B.
"Come here you little wretch!" Yami Bakura managed to grab Yami Yugi by the collar, slamming him into the wall and grabbing the Millenium Item. Suddenly, Yami's foot came out of no where- kicking the white haired spirit to the floor. "Damn you!"
"Hmm." Yugi wiped a scratch on his chin with his sleeve thoughtfully. Seeing that Yami Bakura was down, he raised his foot, placing it at the base of Bakura's neck. "So, you wouldn't happen to know why Bakura and Tea aren't together any more...would you?"
"You know very well threatening me isn't going to help. You'll only be breaking his neck, not mine."
"I know. Hmm. What do you say to dueling then? I win, you tell me everything... if you win, you can have the millenium puzzle."
"Do you think I'm stupid Yugi? You may be able to beat me a duel, but I've got more tricks up my sleeve then you'll ever guess. The fact that your deck is stronger than ever doesn't help. However, maybe I should unlock the door for Tristan, use Change of Heart on him, and have him finish you off?"
"What?" Yami blinked in confusion. He was thrown down as Yami Bakura grabbed his foot, pulling him down and running to the door, he unlocked it just as Tristan reached for the door knob. You can imagine Tristan was very shocked at the sight before him. Dents in the walls, rumpled up bed sheets, Yugi on the floor, Bakura at the door... If he didn't know any better, he'd think something kinky was at play here.
"Hey, what's going on in here?" Tristan asked, looking at Bakura. There was a short pause and then Tristan's eyes widened. "Oh shit. You're not Bakura!"
"And you'll no longer be Yugi's friend by the time I'm done-" Bakura pulled a card out of his pocket, holding it in the air. "Change of- huh?"
"That's not a Change of Heart card!" Yami Yugi said, getting up from the floor and chuckling. "Why Bakura, you've drawn a polymerization card. What are you going to do? Combine Tristan to yourself so that you might actually hit me when you swing a punch?"
"WHAT!?" Yami Bakura looked at the card. "But Change of Heart is always at the top of his deck...this can't be!"
"Yeah, real good move!" Tristan laughed, crossing his arms. He suddenly ceased his laughter glaring at Yami Bakura. "That's so pathetic, I almost forgot to punch you!" Tristan said, raising a curled up fist.
"No!" The spirit left Bakura's body and the limp body fell to the floor, wincing in fear. "Please don't!"
"Tristan, it's Bakura again!" Yami said quickly. Within a few seconds, he also left Yugi's body as well and approached them. Neither Tristan or Yugi gave Bakura a hand up, and the three stood (and laid) there staring at each other. Finally, Bakura pulled himself up, clutching his bandaged arm. He walked over to the hospital bed, climbing on top of it and sitting down. Lifting his crestfallen eyes he looked at both of them.
"You'd better leave."
"No problem doing that." Tristan said, walking out. Yugi turned to Bakura a final time.
"Bakura, do you know what happened to your Change of Heart card?"
"I don't have it anymore." Bakura glanced back down at the tile floor, wrapping his arms around himself. Yugi made a quick exit from the room, leaving Bakura there all alone. Well, not necessarily all alone. The spirit was no doubt incredibly angry at him, and there would be some more punishment later on. Bakura shivered, finally feeling the penetrating chill of the room against the weak warmth of his hospital gown. The cold, the chill, being here in this extra sanitary place... it all made him realize something. Without Tea, now he really was alone. White hair fell across his eyes and a crystal tear slid from the corner of his eye, down his cheek before dripping to the floor. There were no other tears to accompany it.
"Bakura! The nurse just told me that you can go home now- what happened in here?" Bakura's father walked inside, looking around at the many dents in the walls, a few cracked tiles, his son sitting there on the edge of his bed in a very forlorn nature.
"I want to go home." Bakura said softly, sliding off the bed and approaching his father.
"Allright son. We're going home." His father placed a hand supportingly on the boy's shoulder and together they quitted the damaged rose room. Meanwhile, Yugi and Tristan were making a quick exit of their own.
"Wait until we tell Tea what happened!" Tristan exclaimed.
"What?" Yugi stopped in his tracks, looking up at Tristan. "But we can't tell her..."
"Why the hell not? Don't you think she has a right to know that her ex boyfriend attacked you?"
"That's just the point- it wasn't her ex-boyfriend who attacked us. It was the spirit of the Millenium Ring."
"Big difference, he's dangerous and Tea needs to know that."
"No, no, no!" Yugi shook his head, sending the vivid tri-colored hair flapping around his face. "If she even thinks about the spirit- the one that took over Bakura... she'll start creating theories to explain what happened. She'll think that it wasn't Bakura who broke up with her- it was the spirit. Then she'll go back to Bakura, and who knows what she'll do to convince him to her side... It's just going to hurt her even more..."
"So you don't think it was the spirit who dumped her?"
"No. It was Bakura allright." Yugi said thoughtfully, scratching his chin.
"Right, so... I think we need to keep Tea away from Bakura as much as possible."
"That's probably a good idea. Anyway, we'd better head back. We were there over night and Tea's probably worried sick. We'll have to make a cover story."
"Yeah, well let's not waste time. C'mon!" Tristan quickly skipped forward onto the sidewalk, leaving Yugi to run along behind him in a frantic chase. Returning to Bakura and his father, the two were driving home from the hospital. Bakura had his forehead pressed against the glass of the passenger seat window, watching with semi-interest as the blur of lights and painted road signs whizzed by. The cold air from the A.C in the car blew at the side of his face, making his hair dance across his pale, almost sickly skin. They stopped at a light by a beat up car parked on the side of the road. The red roof was damaged, bent in, probably from hail. A little boy in a sky blue t-shirt with dotted stains across it, sat on the trunk. He must've only been about 7, with huge glossy dark blue eyes. The poor child was soon accompanied by a middle-aged woman in a dusty pink dress, she held a metal can in her dirty and scabby hands. What was in the can, Bakura couldn't tell. Peaches maybe. Some type of preserved canned fruit. He watched with interest as the scene unfolded before him. How that little boy, with his hopeless eyes, turned to his left and their eyes met. It was one of those moments, where you wanted to grab your father's wallet and throw all the cash and credit cards at the people who desperately needed them. But you'd never consider giving them your own money. Supposedly, that's just how the human mind works. People living inside cars on the side of the road... that's just how the human world works. The next thing he knew, his car quickly rolled on and left the scene of poverty before Bakura's eyes. He closed his eyelids and then opened them again to rejoin the world outside the car's window. It's funny, when you realize how horrible the world is around you. It's got tons of problems and you don't give it much thought until you see it before your very own eyes. One moment you can be completely happy, and so blind from all the problems... the next it's eating away at your thoughts. Bakura had been blind. He had been shielded from the harsh realities of the world. Yet, now his shield had broken down. He had broken his shield. He had broken Tea.
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That was a pretty short chapter and I abhor it! Just because I absolutely SUCK at writing action sequences and the timing is all weird and BLAH! *Sigh*. Okay. I'm okay. That was a pretty boring chapter though wasn't it. And sucky... but I promise the next chapter will be better- we get to see Bakura and Tea in the same scene since the break-up! Yay, joy, yay!
-Sibby