Yami Bakura/Isis Fluffery

by Cooking Spray

Yep, the title says it all... a charming, melancholy scene somewhere in a Cairo hospital.

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"Bakura.........." she repeated softly as she rested her head next to his chest, her hand upon the bandages that covered his wounds. That somehow stung her, also. Her skin was smooth, not a single scar upon it. She'd never been subjected to any level of pain, had her life endangered. It wasn't fair. Why must he suffer so much and she watch the people suffering from the safe confines of her palace? Status shouldn't matter. She was undeserving of her good fortune. Why was she cursed with this love for him? He was a savage, heartless tomb raider; she a timid, sweet priestess. She could have better. Yet something called out to her, that first time she saw him battered and worn and as humane as any soul after the battle with Malik, and so it remained. And in that time she had grown to love him, despite his cruel doings. Then a new thought arrived. What if he needed her to guide him as much as she wanted to help? No, it wasn't possible....... was it?

"... Please, open those eyes... you're wrong, someone cares... it's me... Isis..." Her vision became clouded, and before she was aware of it, she was crying again. She felt the warm, salty liquid slide down her cheek. A nurse came in and saw her, looking at her with an expression of pity and sorrow and understanding.

Don't give me pity, Isis thought, I'm not the one who needs it now. Pity him. His troubles are so much greater than my petty ones.

"I know how hard this is," said the nurse softly in her soothing-the-patient voice as she lifted a thin blanket from a supply cabinet.

No you don't. That's what they all say. You don't know him. You don't know how hard this is. But she kept this all to her own. Let the woman help, it can't do any harm.

The young woman pulled up a chair for the priestess to sit in. She wrapped the blanket around her, smiling at her in what Isis would say was an attempt to console her, but she needed none of it.

"There, rest now. We'll take good care of him, don't worry. Just sleep, it'll be all okay in the morning."

Of course it wouldn't be okay, but Isis nodded anyway. What else could she do? The lady exited the room then, looking ready to try her routine on other guests just like she.

Isis lowered her head onto the bedding beside Bakura, feeling the warmth of his body. Her tired eyelids shut, and she let the warm comfort of the blanket envelop her exhausted body. Then she slept, thinly but well, wishing to see his eyes open and for she to be the first one he would see.

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