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best fans anyone could have. And thanks for sticking up for Anzu/Bakura
fans, American! Ah! And sorry for this chapter being so short! Wrote it
right before school. Next one will be twice as long, and posted today!
Promise.
The white haired tomb robber glanced about the room in panic. It seemed the girl had slipped into a restless bought of sleep, and her fever was rising with each passing minute. He didn't even take the time to challenge his feelings of panic, but rather vowed silently to not let this fever take Anzu away from him. After all, he'd saved her from the lake, and that time was not to go to waste. "Hold on," were his only words, which were spoken in a subdued tone. Spotting a discarded towel upon his hikari's floor, Bakura proceeded to pick it up and stride quickly to the bathroom. He turned the sink's handles slowly, as if almost fearing the cold water. Was that right, cold water? Or should it be hot? All these customs for taking care of someone were new to him, and quite odd. He just hoped he was doing things correctly as he hesitantly ran the towel under the cold waters. How we was beginning to hate all waters. He chuckled softly to himself, imagining his hikari's reaction to it all. Ryou had left for vacation with a family member, and Bakura had refused an extended invitation. If the smaller one could only see him taking care of one of these mortal beings like he actually cared. That was sure a good one. Like he really cared! Bakura assured himself he was incapable of feeling for anyone, and left it at that. Almost hesitantly once more, he watched the sleeping girl as he reentered the room. Strands of darkened hair rested upon her cheeks, and a look of pure pain was shown in her features. Within, something tugged at his heart and he slowly made his way to her side; taking a seat there. Surely she'd come to her senses in time, right? The tomb robber set the cold towel upon her forehead, watching for any signs of relief.
When the slightest bit was shown, he brushed the bangs from her cheeks softly, almost absentmindedly. Bakura then began to stroke her cheeks methodically, a fond look resting in his tired eyes. He'd taken this girl under his wings, so to speak, and so far truly hadn't regretted it. Suddenly a pain stung at him. Soon, she'd be rushing back to that no good pharaoh, leaving him behind with memories only. What did it matter, though? As he had assured himself before, he couldn't, and wouldn't care. Then what were these strange feelings? The simplest touch of them could consume him from within, far stronger than any opponent he'd ever faced. Yet the good ones, they almost made him feeling like jumping about the room. Jumping about the room? A small grin lit his face here. He was beginning to sound foolish, much like one of the pharaoh's friends.
He began to chuckle under his breath once more upon the irony of it all. No, he wouldn't yet admit he was falling for her but perhaps he'd found a weakness. For the first time in his life, the tomb robber had found a challenge that he couldn't overcome with harsh words or a rough exterior. This time, he'd caught the love bug.
The white haired tomb robber glanced about the room in panic. It seemed the girl had slipped into a restless bought of sleep, and her fever was rising with each passing minute. He didn't even take the time to challenge his feelings of panic, but rather vowed silently to not let this fever take Anzu away from him. After all, he'd saved her from the lake, and that time was not to go to waste. "Hold on," were his only words, which were spoken in a subdued tone. Spotting a discarded towel upon his hikari's floor, Bakura proceeded to pick it up and stride quickly to the bathroom. He turned the sink's handles slowly, as if almost fearing the cold water. Was that right, cold water? Or should it be hot? All these customs for taking care of someone were new to him, and quite odd. He just hoped he was doing things correctly as he hesitantly ran the towel under the cold waters. How we was beginning to hate all waters. He chuckled softly to himself, imagining his hikari's reaction to it all. Ryou had left for vacation with a family member, and Bakura had refused an extended invitation. If the smaller one could only see him taking care of one of these mortal beings like he actually cared. That was sure a good one. Like he really cared! Bakura assured himself he was incapable of feeling for anyone, and left it at that. Almost hesitantly once more, he watched the sleeping girl as he reentered the room. Strands of darkened hair rested upon her cheeks, and a look of pure pain was shown in her features. Within, something tugged at his heart and he slowly made his way to her side; taking a seat there. Surely she'd come to her senses in time, right? The tomb robber set the cold towel upon her forehead, watching for any signs of relief.
When the slightest bit was shown, he brushed the bangs from her cheeks softly, almost absentmindedly. Bakura then began to stroke her cheeks methodically, a fond look resting in his tired eyes. He'd taken this girl under his wings, so to speak, and so far truly hadn't regretted it. Suddenly a pain stung at him. Soon, she'd be rushing back to that no good pharaoh, leaving him behind with memories only. What did it matter, though? As he had assured himself before, he couldn't, and wouldn't care. Then what were these strange feelings? The simplest touch of them could consume him from within, far stronger than any opponent he'd ever faced. Yet the good ones, they almost made him feeling like jumping about the room. Jumping about the room? A small grin lit his face here. He was beginning to sound foolish, much like one of the pharaoh's friends.
He began to chuckle under his breath once more upon the irony of it all. No, he wouldn't yet admit he was falling for her but perhaps he'd found a weakness. For the first time in his life, the tomb robber had found a challenge that he couldn't overcome with harsh words or a rough exterior. This time, he'd caught the love bug.