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Zoeygirl: Well I'm so glad some of you reviewed! (^_^) Thank ya! I know it seems gloomy and all but don't worry, it's not sad or anything. Anyways, the information about Yami Bakura and Malik last chapter was a bit of a spoiler for the series. Sorry to do that to ya, so if you're a Yami Bakura fan we can cry together. (~____~) Yeah well, here is my next chappie. If you like these pairings please click my name and see some of my other stories. Their a little high maintenance, but I don't think you'll be disappointed. Anyways, on with the story!
She didn't bother to put her jacket on. In fact, she barely got her sandals on her feet. Fresh tears formed in her eyes as she ran out the door, not bothering to lock it. Tea was confused. Why did she feel so depressed? She had been in worst situations before. But she shared those situations with her friends. She couldn't look to her parents for understanding, they were gone most of the time on business. She was used to it, and really, she didn't mind all that much. She enjoyed the silence that filled her house. Besides, she had her friends for company. "Oh well." She sighed. "No use whining about it now."
An hour past by since Tea had left the house. She didn't bother to bring a watch, and frankly she didn't care. So what if darkness fell? She had no place to go. She was in no hurry at all. Tea sniffed quietly, the cold biting her body. The rain began to fall heavier now, and yet it was silent as it fell from the sky above. Her clothes dripped like a running faucet, and her wet hair stuck to her face and over her forehead. Her hair tie fell out earlier and without ever noticing it, she just kept on walking. Her eyes followed the ground and never once did she bother to look up. Her mind was busy with thoughts of the past. Tea could not get her mind off the things she loved. No matter how hard she tried to move on she couldn't forget. She tried to forget through her dance classes and busied herself with work around the house, but the truth of the matter was it was tearing her up on the inside.
"I don't understand. Am I really alone now?" Tea mumbled to herself thoughtfully. Every time she tried to understand the decisions her friends made, she felt like lashing out at someone. Maybe it was that self-defense class? Before Joey left, he insisted that Tea learn to protect herself. He had no idea Tea would go to such means as to actually listen to him. She hoped that when he came back, she could show him how much she improved. Perhaps she could even kick his butt. But he never came. He was traveling the world with Mai.
"Well, whatever makes you happy, I guess." She sighed again. Without realizing it, Tea entered Domino Park. It was deserted of everyone and every creature, except for the drifting trees. They whistled against the wind, and for a moment Tea was positive they were weeping.
"What the hell's wrong with me?!" She screamed aloud. Instantly, she covered her mouth for what she said, but it was too late. She was usually a happy person, and who would've thought she would cuss out loud like that. Slowly, the fact settled in. She didn't want to change, and she definitely didn't want to do it for the worst. Her heart began to tear in two. It was a tough heart, but it was wearing down, and there's so much you can push it before it gives way. For the first time since Yugi and Yami left for Egypt, Tea broke out into hard sobs. She covered her face, ashamed at the tears that were flowing down her already soaked skin. Her cries grew louder, but she knew no one would hear. She was actually glad no one was around. She didn't want them to see her in this state.
It almost seemed by this point, that the rains were beginning to drizzle and the winds calmed it's fury down to a soothing breeze. It felt as if it was pitying her, and she didn't like it at all. She didn't need its sympathy, she could handle herself. She was sick of everyone thinking she was some delicate flower that could be crushed by a simple blow. So what if she constantly expressed her feelings aloud, no one else did it. She was the only one with enough guts to take a risk at that. If they thought she was some happy, friendship loving care bare, than let them think that way. What the hell did they know? She just said what came naturally to her. And the truth of it was she could express anger just as well as any of the others. There were times when she just felt like running up onto the Duelist platform and punching the other person's lights out.
All at once it became too much for her. She broke out into a full sprint down the path that led to the heart of Domino Park. She stared at the ground below her, her vision blurred by her own tears. Her legs kept on running despite its pleas to walk. Her arms began to shake violently, protesting warmth and security, while her hair blew behind her, stinging her neck with its icy strands that were incased in rainwater.
Damn them all!
She screamed aloud. Her eyes began to sting from the wind that blew against her face, and the tears that froze within her sockets. She closed them tightly and kept up her speed. She knew this park too well to run into a tree or something, it was her get away in life. Whenever she had a problem, she would escape to her sanctuary.
The pond stood 40 feet in front of her. It was a center piece in the heart of Domino Park. Her cries were too loud to notice the soft footsteps in front of her. With an agonizing groan, Tea's body smacked into something solid yet soft. She squinted one eye open wide enough to see it was some figure. Slowing down her speed just a bit, she ignored the person and the bruise she felt on her side. She turned her back on the person and tried to continue running, but her anger told her to lash out before she kept going.
"Watch it you jerk!" Tea cried beneath sobbing tears. Her voice began to stutter, and her chest began to rise. Quick breaths escaped her lips, while her legs and mind finally gave in. She stopped abruptly and stood there, shaking violently from both the cold and the crying. Her back arched just a bit as she covered her soft face with her icy cold hands. She didn't care if she collapsed or not. It didn't matter to her. All at once the pain from her left side hit her brain. Covering her face with one hand and holding her left side painfully with the other, she continued to sob, her cries weaker than before. Exhausted beyond belief, she could feel her body slowly go numb. She hadn't slept right in days, and she ate fine and everything; a common mishap when you are depressed, but she was dehydrated, though she did not realize it.
The figure from the opposite end turned around. He observed the girl only 15 feet away from her. His deep brown eyes bore into her soul and yet they showed no sign of life. It was as if he was slowly coming out of a daze. His hair was wet and his shirt was drenched. The opening slit to his shirt, at the neck line aloud the wind and rain to rake at his skin. Despite all this, he did not shake like the girl in front or rather behind him, nor did he cry. He was at a somewhat peaceful advantage, ignoring the girl's insults but halting to her cries.
"Tea?" He asked with soft, raspy voice.
Tea's sobs died down into nothingness. Her eyes widened in surprise, hurting from the sudden outburst since they had been stuck together with cold, damp rainwater. She wanted to breath terribly, but she held it in, the familiar sound echoing through her ears. Her chest was trying to heave a heavy sigh but she wouldn't allow it to. It began to rise dangerously, almost ready to collapse. Quickly, she spun around, her cold, damp hair whipping her face in the process. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at the head of wet, white hair in front of her. Brown eyes bore into her, as a gust of wind passed between the two. His hands lazily hung by his side. His arms held a great deal of goose bumps, and they tried desperately to shake. A piece of his neck line and a small portion of his white chest gently rose and fell with each breath. His blue and white shirt clung to his body, outlining every feature that could not be noticed before.
"B-Bakura?" Tears began to flow again. "It's impossible. This can't be real. I must be dead!!!" Tea screamed aloud. "You died and it was my fault!!! You died and it was my fault!" She repeated to herself over and over again.
Yes it was true the figure in front of her was indeed Bakura. She could not believe her eyes. He stood there as if it was no big deal, and yet at the same time he looked lost and confused. His eyes arched down mildly, and it instantly told her who it was. It wasn't just Bakura, it was Yami Bakura…
"Why are you here?! Are you haunting me or something?! What the hell do you want?!" She lashed out angrily. This had come to such a great shock, that she didn't realize this was real and to whom she was talking to.
"I-" He began slowly, confusion within his voice as he continued to stare at the girl. "I don't know why I'm here. I don't know how long I've been here or where I came from." He began solemnly. Tea just stared at him, in shock, and yet with sympathy and understanding. "I don't know what to do now." He replied sadly, bowing his head down in frustration. Tea too looked down at the ground. All visible agony gone from her features was now replaced with confusion. She was deep in thought, and she couldn't figure it out. Bakura was back. He was really back. A small cracked through her lips. She wasn't alone anymore, and she'd hope he'd stay. Where else could he go anyways? He looked as lost as her.
"Why were you crying?" The question broke her concentration, and she darted her eyes back up. Bakura was staring back at her, his head slightly tilted to the side in curiosity. He wasn't sure why he was talking to her. He should kill her really, but there was nothing left. Those events were gone and confusion replaced itself with greed. He wanted to know why this girl shoved him away so willingly. WILLINGLY? Did he want her to stop there in front of him and ask him how he was doing?
'Maybe.' He thought to himself. He insisted that she tell him her problems. Besides, she was the first to run into him like that. It was a face that he knew, but now he wasn't going to seek revenge upon anymore. He knew that she was under Malik's control, he wasn't stupid after all. Still, that was a few years ago, and now she seemed different. It felt so empty around here. He could feel it clearly. It felt so alone. Is that what she was?
"W-what?" She stuttered trying to regain her composure. "I simply just want to know why you were crying. Was it the Pharaoh's fault?" Tea jumped back, startled by the question. Bakura caught his breath, why should he care? It was none of his business, but now it bothered him to some ends.
Tea didn't know what to say. She started stuttering, trying to think of something to say. "No." Bakura raised an eyebrow. If it wasn't the other Yami's fault than what was it? He had to know. "Then what?" He asked, a hint of agitation in his voice. He was trying to stay calm. He was use to just grabbing what he wanted and running, but he had to keep his patience. He couldn't just simply walk up and choke it out of her. This type of stuff took patience, something he was fairly good at faking.
Why did he want to know so badly? Was this really the spirit of the tomb robber? He seemed so quiet…
"I-I-I"
"You what?" He pushed, turning his entire body around to face the girl now.
"I'm alone." She replied quietly, bowing her head down embarrassed. "You're alone?" He repeated. That was why she was drying. This was confusing him dearly. He didn't know where he just came from or why he was here, but he was spending his time asking one of his enemies a question that was of no concern to him.
It was hurting Tea greatly. She could not control it anymore, and she wasn't sure if she'd collapse or not. She didn't care if he sent her soul to the shadow realm, she needed some type of comfort. Any Comfort!
Bakura's eyes widened in horror. The girl standing 15 feet away from him was now crying desperately into his shirt. Her hands covered her face as her entire body leaned into his. He stared down at the girl completely perplexed and at a loss for words.
"They left me! Everyone left me! I'm tired of being alone! I don't know what else to do!! I don't know when my life ended and what I'm suppose to do now! I don't know why you're here, and I don't know why my friends left me! I'm sick of wondering and thinking what if! Damnit I'm sick of it all!"
Bakura was stunned by her screams. He couldn't truly understand what she had just said but he knew her friends were gone, even little Yugi and the Pharaoh. But why had they left her here? She wasn't helpless, in fact he thought she was strong and at one point considered the girl to be a problem in ruining his plans. But now the girl was crying on him, and he could feel the pain radiate off of her.
Her body began to shake, and he knew she was ignoring the cold that dripped into her body. She was mortally wounded in a way that felt the worst. He knew if she stayed out here much longer she could get seriously sick or collapse. Not knowing what else to do, Bakura placed a somewhat gentle hand on her vibrating back. He patted it lightly, the feeling awkward inside. He wasn't good at this, because well he had never done it before. He couldn't believe she ran to him for comfort. It just didn't make sense. Didn't she know he was evil and he could kill her with a simple twist of her neck? He didn't even have to waste his millennium ring power on her. She was already helpless as it is. But luckily this thought never crossed his mind. The tomb robber shifted in a way where he wrapped both his arms around her protectively. Tea felt arms envelope her in a way she never felt before. It felt, well….it felt right.
Finally Tea stopped crying. She sighed as a small smile perked up again. She enjoyed the feeling and the warmth. Finally her body gave up and her brain surrendered to sleep. Bakura felt her body slip down and instantly placed a hand over her waist. Carefully, he picked the sleeping girl up and cradled her gently in his arms. He brought the girl close to his body, feeling uncomfortable about how cold her arms were.
"Enough crying. Just sleep. Sleep until you're ready to awake." He said softly, in his raspy voice. Silently, he carried the girl in the direction he was originally headed. He didn't care that he was cold and wet. He was used to it, and he would live. He didn't even care about his own problems at the moment. He just concentrated on the girl in his arms.
Quietly, Bakura continued walking in the direction of Tea's house.
Zoeygirl: Wow. I wasn't expecting it to be so angsty. Oh well, I only hope you guys like it. I intend to get the next chapter out by Friday, (The same day as Yu-Gi-Oh in Europe.) so please review! See ya! O_-.
