*Kaiba's POV*
Resting my head in my heads, I sighed. Things were so confusing…all the different moments with Bakura ran through my mind. He had pulled me out of a situation many different times, and yet it was as if he was afraid of me. Why?
Frowning, I felt that I faintly recalled a voice, a different one, when I had been unconscious. I struggled to remember, wanting, needing an explanation. All I could recall was that somehow I had lost control of my body…I wasn't sure how to explain it, but that was how it felt.
I looked down at the bandaged cut on my arm. I felt better now; I needed to get out of here. As I moved my legs over the side of my bed, searching for my clothes, I felt something missing. After a moment, I realized the problem. Letting out a gasp, I grabbed for the area around my neck. My necklace-it's gone!
Jumping up and running to the closet where I found my clothes, I began to search frantically. I searched about the room until I'd pretty much torn it inside out, but to no avail. My necklace had disappeared…
I growled, clenching a fist. That man had taken---wait! Visions and voices came rushing into my head…I had heard Bakura shouting faintly…the man's name…Malik!
I quickly pulled on my clothes, carefully covering the bandage with my long sleeved shirt. I would get my necklace back, along with my revenge.
*Yami Bakura's POV*
I slid to the ground, letting the blood drip down my arm, taking deep breaths. How I hated Malik…looking to my arm, I noticed the bandages from the wound were still there. I remember that day I had met Malik in the alleyway; not knowing what a bastard he was, I had made up a lie in order to get my hands on his Millennium Rod. It had been quite simple; all I did was prove my "loyalty" to him by stabbing myself. He bought every word.
I tried to have patience as I awaited that day. When we finally defeated the Pharaoh, I would come to claim the Millennium Rod, as promised by Malik. I could just steal the Puzzle from Malik when I had the chance. Then, I could use him to my advantages, while I still try to make him trust me. The hieroglyphs on his back would help me gain the ultimate power after I collected all of the Items. And then, I could finally teach him a lesson about not always getting what you want…such as life…
Smirking, I stood up, regaining my composure. I was about to walk away from that alley when I felt something in my pocket…digging in my jeans, I pulled out the necklace I had found when Kaiba was attacked. If someone were to see it by first glance, they would think that it was a card; it had the cards design on it. However, being a thief in my past life, I could immediately tell with a closer look that there was something more to it.
Fidgeting with it, I found the gadget that made it pop open easily. So it was like a locket…opening it up, I blinked in surprise at its contents. It wasn't Blue Eyes White Dragon, or some secret Kaiba Corp code like one would expect; instead it contained two pictures, one on each side. The picture showed younger Mokuba.
Smiling, I noticed how happy Mokuba looked. Kaiba and his little brother were close, no doubt about that. Closing it, I put it into my pocket carelessly…if I ran into Kaiba, I might give it back. Not like I really cared.
*Normal POV*
After making his way out of the hospital, Seto had made his way back to Kaiba Corp. He walked into his dark office a little past midnight, glancing around. There lay Mokuba, asleep on the couch. He sighed, noticing the suitcase the boy had set on the floor and the necklace Mokuba held in his hand. It was his own copy, still open, revealing the picture of chibi Seto.
Mokuba sighed in his sleep. Kaiba smiled, sitting down beside him on the couch. Pulling off his trenchcoat, he carefully placed it over the sleeping boy, not wanting to wake him.
The next day, Mokuba awoke with a small yawn. Sitting up, he noticed the coat he was under.
"Hm?" he blinked, looking down at it for a minute. It shrank it after a moment-Seto was home! A big grin spread across his face as he jumped up, turning and looking towards his brother's desk. The sun, which wasn't half way in the sky yet, outlined the figure at the computer. Seto, as usual at this time in the morning, was working.
"Nii-sama!" The smaller brother ran over, forcing Seto into a hug, who smiled and pat him on the head.
"Good morning, Mokuba."
"Where were you last night! I was so afraid something happened to you…" Mokuba refused to let go for a moment or two. Seto forced another smile at this, trying not to wince as he recalled his painful experiences.
But it's hard to keep things from those who are close to you. After his worries were over, Mokuba pulled away and looked to Seto's chest, which was evidently missing something. Blinking, he frowned when he realized what it was.
"…nii-sama? Where's…y-your necklace? The one like mine?" He held up his own, looking to Seto in an almost hurt manner.
Seto hesitated, having a rare moment of not knowing what to say. "I…someone took it…" Before he could think of a better explanation, Mokuba exploded into more panicked pleas of worry for his older brother.
"Your face is cut! Seto, what happened!" He grabbed Seto's arm almost desperately. "Tell me!"
Seto cringed, not saying anything at first, as if having an inner conflict. How could he bring himself to tell Mokuba everything? But, he decided, Mokuba had to know.
So, as Mokuba listened with wide eyes, Seto told him about Malik and everything that had gone on. He mentioned Bakura, but made sure to be brief (especially with the hospital scene.) When he was finished, Mokuba clenched a fist.
"That creep! I'm gonna beat up Malik!" Seto couldn't hide his smile at Mokuba's threatening looks.
"Calm down, Mokuba. I'm going to get my necklace back and fix things. Don't worry about it," he rested a hand on Mokuba's shoulder, trying to comfort him.
Looking back at his computer, Seto glanced over the updates of what had been going on in the Battle City tournament. Soon, the winners would complete the puzzle and find the stadium. He stood up, beginning to pack things into his suitcase.
His thoughts trailed to Bakura as Mokuba sat down with a video game. Would Bakura make it to the finals…? He found himself wishing he would. Shaking his head, he began to question himself. Was he really in love with Bakura? How did Bakura feel about him? How could he convince Bakura about what he felt and he was almost sure Bakura had felt too? Bakura seemed to be holding back, almost as if he were afraid. He pushed the thoughts aside, closing his suitcase. He'd have to wait and see if Bakura would show up.
* * *
I am what I want you to want what I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believe
this is real
So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I got
* * *
*Battle City Stadium*
Yugi, Jounouchi, Mai, and the others wandered into the stadium.
"Is this it?" Jounouchi glanced around curiously.
"I don't know…" Yugi was about to say more when they noticed two figures in the shadows. Seto Kaiba and Mokuba were already waiting for them. Seto's lips curved into a smile, arms crossed, at the sight of his rival.
"I see you made it," he smirked towards Yugi. Jounouchi, who didn't like a word that came from Seto's mouth, stepped forward, gritting his teeth.
"Yeah, what's it t' you?"
"Urusai, inu," Seto brushed Jou off as if he didn't have the time to deal with him. Things looked as if they would get worse as Jounouchi looked ready to tackle Seto, but fortunately another duelist was making his way into the stadium. Everyone turned to see who it was.
Anzu and Jounouchi lit up as they ran forward, evidently recognizing him. "Namu-kun!" Anzu smiled, stepping beside "Namu," who did his best to look innocent.
"I thought you said that you weren't that much if a duelist, Namu…?"Jounouchi gave a confused puppy look.
Namu, who looked like he was searching for an answer, but he was cut off by a series of gasps.
Bakura stepped out of the shadows, walking up to the group.
"Bakura-kun!" Yugi looked up at him. "Weren't you in the hospital?"
"A-anou…I…" Bakura did his best to impersonate his hikari. He tried to brush off the comment, just smiling and shrugging. In the back, Seto couldn't help but smile. Bakura had made it.
Before they could further question him, another man came walking from the shadows. His hair was pulled back, and he had hieroglyphics tattooed on his face.
"Who's that?" The other duelists whispered to each other as he stepped up.
"It must be Malik…" Honda said in a hushed voice. Indeed, when he approached, he introduced himself as Malik. They all scowled at him, but said nothing.
Seto frowned, looking towards the one called Malik. Somehow, his voice didn't sound like the one he had heard. What could that mean? Perhaps he had disguised his voice-somehow? He shook his head, deciding to forget about it. The important thing at hand was Bakura-er, the God Cards.
Everyone was looking in awe towards the air ship that had just landed. Seto impatiently ordered everyone to board.
"These aren't duelists…they can't board…" one of the security officers motioned towards Shizuka, Otougi, and the others. Mokuba protested in their defense. Both looked towards Seto.
"Let them on." He was too interested in getting on the air ship to deal with something like this. He wanted to duel and win all of the God Cards…
"Kaiba-sama…" Another security office stopped him on the way up.
"Hai?"
"The eighth duelist isn't here yet…"
"Fine, we'll leave without her. I've already got what I want."
* * *
I am a little bit insecure a little unconfident
Cause you don't understand I do what I can but sometimes I don't make sense
I am what you never wanna say but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear
me out
So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got
I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
* * *
(A/N: Sorry that it took so long to write this chapter. ^^; It was a real pain, and I realize that's mostly rambling. I don't like filler chapters, but sometimes you have to have them to understand the plot. I tried to make Yugi and co. more in character...reviews greatly appreciated! Don't give up one me now, I'm still gonna update. ^-^ Oh yeah, and expect to see Ryou soon! Arigatou, minna-san!)
Resting my head in my heads, I sighed. Things were so confusing…all the different moments with Bakura ran through my mind. He had pulled me out of a situation many different times, and yet it was as if he was afraid of me. Why?
Frowning, I felt that I faintly recalled a voice, a different one, when I had been unconscious. I struggled to remember, wanting, needing an explanation. All I could recall was that somehow I had lost control of my body…I wasn't sure how to explain it, but that was how it felt.
I looked down at the bandaged cut on my arm. I felt better now; I needed to get out of here. As I moved my legs over the side of my bed, searching for my clothes, I felt something missing. After a moment, I realized the problem. Letting out a gasp, I grabbed for the area around my neck. My necklace-it's gone!
Jumping up and running to the closet where I found my clothes, I began to search frantically. I searched about the room until I'd pretty much torn it inside out, but to no avail. My necklace had disappeared…
I growled, clenching a fist. That man had taken---wait! Visions and voices came rushing into my head…I had heard Bakura shouting faintly…the man's name…Malik!
I quickly pulled on my clothes, carefully covering the bandage with my long sleeved shirt. I would get my necklace back, along with my revenge.
*Yami Bakura's POV*
I slid to the ground, letting the blood drip down my arm, taking deep breaths. How I hated Malik…looking to my arm, I noticed the bandages from the wound were still there. I remember that day I had met Malik in the alleyway; not knowing what a bastard he was, I had made up a lie in order to get my hands on his Millennium Rod. It had been quite simple; all I did was prove my "loyalty" to him by stabbing myself. He bought every word.
I tried to have patience as I awaited that day. When we finally defeated the Pharaoh, I would come to claim the Millennium Rod, as promised by Malik. I could just steal the Puzzle from Malik when I had the chance. Then, I could use him to my advantages, while I still try to make him trust me. The hieroglyphs on his back would help me gain the ultimate power after I collected all of the Items. And then, I could finally teach him a lesson about not always getting what you want…such as life…
Smirking, I stood up, regaining my composure. I was about to walk away from that alley when I felt something in my pocket…digging in my jeans, I pulled out the necklace I had found when Kaiba was attacked. If someone were to see it by first glance, they would think that it was a card; it had the cards design on it. However, being a thief in my past life, I could immediately tell with a closer look that there was something more to it.
Fidgeting with it, I found the gadget that made it pop open easily. So it was like a locket…opening it up, I blinked in surprise at its contents. It wasn't Blue Eyes White Dragon, or some secret Kaiba Corp code like one would expect; instead it contained two pictures, one on each side. The picture showed younger Mokuba.
Smiling, I noticed how happy Mokuba looked. Kaiba and his little brother were close, no doubt about that. Closing it, I put it into my pocket carelessly…if I ran into Kaiba, I might give it back. Not like I really cared.
*Normal POV*
After making his way out of the hospital, Seto had made his way back to Kaiba Corp. He walked into his dark office a little past midnight, glancing around. There lay Mokuba, asleep on the couch. He sighed, noticing the suitcase the boy had set on the floor and the necklace Mokuba held in his hand. It was his own copy, still open, revealing the picture of chibi Seto.
Mokuba sighed in his sleep. Kaiba smiled, sitting down beside him on the couch. Pulling off his trenchcoat, he carefully placed it over the sleeping boy, not wanting to wake him.
The next day, Mokuba awoke with a small yawn. Sitting up, he noticed the coat he was under.
"Hm?" he blinked, looking down at it for a minute. It shrank it after a moment-Seto was home! A big grin spread across his face as he jumped up, turning and looking towards his brother's desk. The sun, which wasn't half way in the sky yet, outlined the figure at the computer. Seto, as usual at this time in the morning, was working.
"Nii-sama!" The smaller brother ran over, forcing Seto into a hug, who smiled and pat him on the head.
"Good morning, Mokuba."
"Where were you last night! I was so afraid something happened to you…" Mokuba refused to let go for a moment or two. Seto forced another smile at this, trying not to wince as he recalled his painful experiences.
But it's hard to keep things from those who are close to you. After his worries were over, Mokuba pulled away and looked to Seto's chest, which was evidently missing something. Blinking, he frowned when he realized what it was.
"…nii-sama? Where's…y-your necklace? The one like mine?" He held up his own, looking to Seto in an almost hurt manner.
Seto hesitated, having a rare moment of not knowing what to say. "I…someone took it…" Before he could think of a better explanation, Mokuba exploded into more panicked pleas of worry for his older brother.
"Your face is cut! Seto, what happened!" He grabbed Seto's arm almost desperately. "Tell me!"
Seto cringed, not saying anything at first, as if having an inner conflict. How could he bring himself to tell Mokuba everything? But, he decided, Mokuba had to know.
So, as Mokuba listened with wide eyes, Seto told him about Malik and everything that had gone on. He mentioned Bakura, but made sure to be brief (especially with the hospital scene.) When he was finished, Mokuba clenched a fist.
"That creep! I'm gonna beat up Malik!" Seto couldn't hide his smile at Mokuba's threatening looks.
"Calm down, Mokuba. I'm going to get my necklace back and fix things. Don't worry about it," he rested a hand on Mokuba's shoulder, trying to comfort him.
Looking back at his computer, Seto glanced over the updates of what had been going on in the Battle City tournament. Soon, the winners would complete the puzzle and find the stadium. He stood up, beginning to pack things into his suitcase.
His thoughts trailed to Bakura as Mokuba sat down with a video game. Would Bakura make it to the finals…? He found himself wishing he would. Shaking his head, he began to question himself. Was he really in love with Bakura? How did Bakura feel about him? How could he convince Bakura about what he felt and he was almost sure Bakura had felt too? Bakura seemed to be holding back, almost as if he were afraid. He pushed the thoughts aside, closing his suitcase. He'd have to wait and see if Bakura would show up.
* * *
I am what I want you to want what I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believe
this is real
So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I got
* * *
*Battle City Stadium*
Yugi, Jounouchi, Mai, and the others wandered into the stadium.
"Is this it?" Jounouchi glanced around curiously.
"I don't know…" Yugi was about to say more when they noticed two figures in the shadows. Seto Kaiba and Mokuba were already waiting for them. Seto's lips curved into a smile, arms crossed, at the sight of his rival.
"I see you made it," he smirked towards Yugi. Jounouchi, who didn't like a word that came from Seto's mouth, stepped forward, gritting his teeth.
"Yeah, what's it t' you?"
"Urusai, inu," Seto brushed Jou off as if he didn't have the time to deal with him. Things looked as if they would get worse as Jounouchi looked ready to tackle Seto, but fortunately another duelist was making his way into the stadium. Everyone turned to see who it was.
Anzu and Jounouchi lit up as they ran forward, evidently recognizing him. "Namu-kun!" Anzu smiled, stepping beside "Namu," who did his best to look innocent.
"I thought you said that you weren't that much if a duelist, Namu…?"Jounouchi gave a confused puppy look.
Namu, who looked like he was searching for an answer, but he was cut off by a series of gasps.
Bakura stepped out of the shadows, walking up to the group.
"Bakura-kun!" Yugi looked up at him. "Weren't you in the hospital?"
"A-anou…I…" Bakura did his best to impersonate his hikari. He tried to brush off the comment, just smiling and shrugging. In the back, Seto couldn't help but smile. Bakura had made it.
Before they could further question him, another man came walking from the shadows. His hair was pulled back, and he had hieroglyphics tattooed on his face.
"Who's that?" The other duelists whispered to each other as he stepped up.
"It must be Malik…" Honda said in a hushed voice. Indeed, when he approached, he introduced himself as Malik. They all scowled at him, but said nothing.
Seto frowned, looking towards the one called Malik. Somehow, his voice didn't sound like the one he had heard. What could that mean? Perhaps he had disguised his voice-somehow? He shook his head, deciding to forget about it. The important thing at hand was Bakura-er, the God Cards.
Everyone was looking in awe towards the air ship that had just landed. Seto impatiently ordered everyone to board.
"These aren't duelists…they can't board…" one of the security officers motioned towards Shizuka, Otougi, and the others. Mokuba protested in their defense. Both looked towards Seto.
"Let them on." He was too interested in getting on the air ship to deal with something like this. He wanted to duel and win all of the God Cards…
"Kaiba-sama…" Another security office stopped him on the way up.
"Hai?"
"The eighth duelist isn't here yet…"
"Fine, we'll leave without her. I've already got what I want."
* * *
I am a little bit insecure a little unconfident
Cause you don't understand I do what I can but sometimes I don't make sense
I am what you never wanna say but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear
me out
So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got
I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
* * *
(A/N: Sorry that it took so long to write this chapter. ^^; It was a real pain, and I realize that's mostly rambling. I don't like filler chapters, but sometimes you have to have them to understand the plot. I tried to make Yugi and co. more in character...reviews greatly appreciated! Don't give up one me now, I'm still gonna update. ^-^ Oh yeah, and expect to see Ryou soon! Arigatou, minna-san!)
