Disclaimer- Still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Anyone beginning to see a pattern? ^.^; A/N- I've decided that life without our favorite tomb robber is far too much to live through. Given that, he'll soon make his debut! In the mean time, we'll all have to deal with the pharaoh and his kawaii little hikari. Enjoy! Oh, and next chapter (which I'm off to work on now) is guaranteed to have lots of action and jealousy! ^.^; I'm so evil sometimes.
Though the pharaoh hadn't admitted it to any, he definitely had a soft spot for the female. Upon their walk home, Anzu had fallen asleep and therefore he'd carried her the entire wake back to the card shop. During that time, he'd had a lot of time to ponder his thoughts and came up with one thing in particular. Sooner or later, he'd have to tell her. Surely his hikari knew, but didn't seem to bring the topic up.
Maybe it was because the smaller one felt the same? He always had assumed a silly yet comforting smile around the cerulean eyed girl, and always attempted to comfort her. Then perhaps they were in the same boat? Casting a glance to Yugi, the spirit took note to inquire about the subject later. For now, his hikari was far too absorbed in the girl's health.
The minute he'd gotten her through the door, Yugi had bombarded Yami with questions. Nevertheless, hot chocolate was made and his bed had been piled with blankets. Towels were also scattered about the room now, for both knew they couldn't leave her in soaking wet clothes. Then again, neither had the nerve or courage to change her clothes. Given that, they had left the remnants of the lake's attack but attempted to soak up much of the water.
A doctor hadn't been called, but a call to her house had been made. There was no answer, and neither had known by this point of the tragedy that helped drive her to this point. If so, they wouldn't have tried the house. To compensate for their lack of information, both assumed that this was another weekend that Anzu had spent alone. Both were quite oblivious to the truth.
In his contemplations, the pharaoh finally noted it had been about an hour since he'd set the female to rest in his hikari's bed. For one of such great patience, he was becoming quite anxious. Then again, who wouldn't be? There was a good chance that she'd been caught at least a few viruses, if not pneumonia. Sure, she'd need her sleep, but Yami noted that they'd have to call a doctor if this went on for too much longer.
Luckily, that step didn't have to be taken. Slowly, cerulean eyes opened; once more entering the world of reality. There was a glint of confusion resting in them, and Anzu glanced about for the tomb robber. No sooner had she done that, though, was the female embraced tightly by the impatient hikari. He sobbed lightly into the top layer of blankets, mumbling something about worrying.
This startled her to no end, and the spirit only let a grin grace his lips. He mused quietly that there wasn't any point in trying to quiet the boy, for he wouldn't have any of it. Besides, perhaps the female would be able to tell from this that they cared for her. He almost regretted these thoughts, though, as the female winced before speaking.
"Yugi?" Her voice held a terrible amount of confusion, matching her features easily. "What happened? The last thing I can remember is--" Here the cerulean eyed girl cut herself short, deciding it best not to continue her sentence. With the pharaoh in the room, 'the last thing I remember is Bakura's voice' wouldn't quite slide to easily. Instead, she quickly covered for her near mistake. "The last thing I remember is the lake."
"Right." This time it was the pharaoh's time to speak, and he did so with an air of confidence. He let the simplest frown slide into place before continuing. "What were you doing there? You could have been killed." Here, his brow furrowed. "Certainly you didn't do it on purpose. This had something to do with that rotten tomb robber, didn't it?"
Biting back a sharp retaliation, Anzu quickly shook her head. Not so early in her act would she be caught. How different could playing a happy-go-lucky teen be than an innocent one? It was worth a try, wasn't it? Bakura didn't deserve any of the blame, for it was her choice in the first place. If he hadn't been there at all, she would have succeeded in the first attempt.
Casting a glance to the smaller look-alike of the pharaoh, she placed a comforting hand upon his back. "Yugi," the female spoke softly, as if not to the frighten the boy. "It's okay, I'm fine. See? Just fine." The tone of her voice argued quite a different matter, though. It had grown subdued and weak, as if showing what was to come.
While all this was happening, the tomb robber in question had grown impatient; perhaps too impatient for his own good. The half opened door to the game shop was quite tempting, and soon it all became too much. Plans were for cowards he concluded inwardly, and he was no coward. Bakura would just wing it, and hope that it'd work out. If not, the room would just acquire a new color; blood red
Though the pharaoh hadn't admitted it to any, he definitely had a soft spot for the female. Upon their walk home, Anzu had fallen asleep and therefore he'd carried her the entire wake back to the card shop. During that time, he'd had a lot of time to ponder his thoughts and came up with one thing in particular. Sooner or later, he'd have to tell her. Surely his hikari knew, but didn't seem to bring the topic up.
Maybe it was because the smaller one felt the same? He always had assumed a silly yet comforting smile around the cerulean eyed girl, and always attempted to comfort her. Then perhaps they were in the same boat? Casting a glance to Yugi, the spirit took note to inquire about the subject later. For now, his hikari was far too absorbed in the girl's health.
The minute he'd gotten her through the door, Yugi had bombarded Yami with questions. Nevertheless, hot chocolate was made and his bed had been piled with blankets. Towels were also scattered about the room now, for both knew they couldn't leave her in soaking wet clothes. Then again, neither had the nerve or courage to change her clothes. Given that, they had left the remnants of the lake's attack but attempted to soak up much of the water.
A doctor hadn't been called, but a call to her house had been made. There was no answer, and neither had known by this point of the tragedy that helped drive her to this point. If so, they wouldn't have tried the house. To compensate for their lack of information, both assumed that this was another weekend that Anzu had spent alone. Both were quite oblivious to the truth.
In his contemplations, the pharaoh finally noted it had been about an hour since he'd set the female to rest in his hikari's bed. For one of such great patience, he was becoming quite anxious. Then again, who wouldn't be? There was a good chance that she'd been caught at least a few viruses, if not pneumonia. Sure, she'd need her sleep, but Yami noted that they'd have to call a doctor if this went on for too much longer.
Luckily, that step didn't have to be taken. Slowly, cerulean eyes opened; once more entering the world of reality. There was a glint of confusion resting in them, and Anzu glanced about for the tomb robber. No sooner had she done that, though, was the female embraced tightly by the impatient hikari. He sobbed lightly into the top layer of blankets, mumbling something about worrying.
This startled her to no end, and the spirit only let a grin grace his lips. He mused quietly that there wasn't any point in trying to quiet the boy, for he wouldn't have any of it. Besides, perhaps the female would be able to tell from this that they cared for her. He almost regretted these thoughts, though, as the female winced before speaking.
"Yugi?" Her voice held a terrible amount of confusion, matching her features easily. "What happened? The last thing I can remember is--" Here the cerulean eyed girl cut herself short, deciding it best not to continue her sentence. With the pharaoh in the room, 'the last thing I remember is Bakura's voice' wouldn't quite slide to easily. Instead, she quickly covered for her near mistake. "The last thing I remember is the lake."
"Right." This time it was the pharaoh's time to speak, and he did so with an air of confidence. He let the simplest frown slide into place before continuing. "What were you doing there? You could have been killed." Here, his brow furrowed. "Certainly you didn't do it on purpose. This had something to do with that rotten tomb robber, didn't it?"
Biting back a sharp retaliation, Anzu quickly shook her head. Not so early in her act would she be caught. How different could playing a happy-go-lucky teen be than an innocent one? It was worth a try, wasn't it? Bakura didn't deserve any of the blame, for it was her choice in the first place. If he hadn't been there at all, she would have succeeded in the first attempt.
Casting a glance to the smaller look-alike of the pharaoh, she placed a comforting hand upon his back. "Yugi," the female spoke softly, as if not to the frighten the boy. "It's okay, I'm fine. See? Just fine." The tone of her voice argued quite a different matter, though. It had grown subdued and weak, as if showing what was to come.
While all this was happening, the tomb robber in question had grown impatient; perhaps too impatient for his own good. The half opened door to the game shop was quite tempting, and soon it all became too much. Plans were for cowards he concluded inwardly, and he was no coward. Bakura would just wing it, and hope that it'd work out. If not, the room would just acquire a new color; blood red