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Bakura's eyes were clouded with confusion as he watched the girl that lay before him on his hikari's bed. He was confused as to why she'd attempt to take her own life, of course, but more so for a different reason. Why had he helped her? After all, Anzu was his rival's friend.
He thought back to the murky lake, and how he had to fight it for possession of the girl. Its icy waters had a tight hold on her, and refused to let go. Bakura almost shuddered at the realization that he, too, could have been so easily pulled to death under those waters.
The consequences laid heavy, and the prize small; at least to him. What was done was done, though, and there was no reversing it. The tomb robber would just have to wait for Anzu's awakening. Then, another crucial thought hit him. What if she wasn't to awaken? After all he'd done, after all he'd-
His enraged thoughts were cut short, for slowly Anzu's deep cerulean orbs opened. For the first few minutes, her gaze never left the ceiling, for she was trying to comprehend all that had happened. Nothing made sense. A small frown rested on her chapped lips as the memory of the icy lake returned. With it returned the reoccurring thoughts of loss and failure, and the question of why she still remained.
Through all of this, never once did Bakura make his presence known. Instead, he watched her silently; trying to predict her reaction. There was a strong lingering feeling of regret residing within him. She was nothing to him, just as the other mortals, and yet he risked his being for a slap or sharp words. Pathetic. Was he turning soft?
Anzu was now studying her savior and perhaps captor at the time. Needless to say, the young women's breath had caught in her throat, reducing her voice to a stutter. "B-Bakura?" she questioned softly. "I've died and gone to Hell, haven't I?"
The tomb robber was surprised at her choice of words. The cerulean eyed girl had always been one to watch her wording; allowing only the most thought out responses escape her. Now, though, was the opposite. The question of her behavior was burning through his mind, but Bakura was too stubborn to admit that even to himself. Instead, he retorted with, "Shut up, wench."
"I have to be dead," she continued as if not hearing a word he'd uttered. "I was in the lake, and I told myself I'd finish things and-" Here Anzu was cut off, as she watched the white haired boy roll his eyes in a mix of disgust and boredom. "..You couldn't have!"
"I did. Deal with it." Bakura's responses were clipped short, and showed nothing but irritation. His features suggested the same, most appropriately his tight frown. After a moment of awkward silence, he spoke again. "Trying to kill yourself now? What happened to little Ms. Sunshine?"
A reply never came, but rather another bought of silence as she brushed a few strands from her eyes. It was clear this comment had been a direct blow, and Bakura almost caught himself cringing because of this. It was evident the situation was bad. After all, why hadn't she slapped him or stormed out yet? Her eyes were now shut peacefully, and a bright blush danced across her cheeks. This didn't look to be a blush of embarrassment, though, but perhaps of something more. The tomb robber slowly reached a hand to her face, laying it hesitantly on Anzu's forehead. The moment he did so, Bakura immediately regretted it. Anzu was burning up.
Bakura's eyes were clouded with confusion as he watched the girl that lay before him on his hikari's bed. He was confused as to why she'd attempt to take her own life, of course, but more so for a different reason. Why had he helped her? After all, Anzu was his rival's friend.
He thought back to the murky lake, and how he had to fight it for possession of the girl. Its icy waters had a tight hold on her, and refused to let go. Bakura almost shuddered at the realization that he, too, could have been so easily pulled to death under those waters.
The consequences laid heavy, and the prize small; at least to him. What was done was done, though, and there was no reversing it. The tomb robber would just have to wait for Anzu's awakening. Then, another crucial thought hit him. What if she wasn't to awaken? After all he'd done, after all he'd-
His enraged thoughts were cut short, for slowly Anzu's deep cerulean orbs opened. For the first few minutes, her gaze never left the ceiling, for she was trying to comprehend all that had happened. Nothing made sense. A small frown rested on her chapped lips as the memory of the icy lake returned. With it returned the reoccurring thoughts of loss and failure, and the question of why she still remained.
Through all of this, never once did Bakura make his presence known. Instead, he watched her silently; trying to predict her reaction. There was a strong lingering feeling of regret residing within him. She was nothing to him, just as the other mortals, and yet he risked his being for a slap or sharp words. Pathetic. Was he turning soft?
Anzu was now studying her savior and perhaps captor at the time. Needless to say, the young women's breath had caught in her throat, reducing her voice to a stutter. "B-Bakura?" she questioned softly. "I've died and gone to Hell, haven't I?"
The tomb robber was surprised at her choice of words. The cerulean eyed girl had always been one to watch her wording; allowing only the most thought out responses escape her. Now, though, was the opposite. The question of her behavior was burning through his mind, but Bakura was too stubborn to admit that even to himself. Instead, he retorted with, "Shut up, wench."
"I have to be dead," she continued as if not hearing a word he'd uttered. "I was in the lake, and I told myself I'd finish things and-" Here Anzu was cut off, as she watched the white haired boy roll his eyes in a mix of disgust and boredom. "..You couldn't have!"
"I did. Deal with it." Bakura's responses were clipped short, and showed nothing but irritation. His features suggested the same, most appropriately his tight frown. After a moment of awkward silence, he spoke again. "Trying to kill yourself now? What happened to little Ms. Sunshine?"
A reply never came, but rather another bought of silence as she brushed a few strands from her eyes. It was clear this comment had been a direct blow, and Bakura almost caught himself cringing because of this. It was evident the situation was bad. After all, why hadn't she slapped him or stormed out yet? Her eyes were now shut peacefully, and a bright blush danced across her cheeks. This didn't look to be a blush of embarrassment, though, but perhaps of something more. The tomb robber slowly reached a hand to her face, laying it hesitantly on Anzu's forehead. The moment he did so, Bakura immediately regretted it. Anzu was burning up.