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Okay here's what ya guys want…
*Dream sequence*
The room was black, dreadfully black. A single pin needle could rupture the entire balance of silence. There was no floating, there were no figures, there wasn't a person there to meet him. Only the hoarse breathing could be heard flowing through his slightly pursed lips, his narrowed eyes scanning the surroundings around him, except there was nothing to scan, just a black abyss.
"What the hell kind of dream is this?" Bakura noted to himself aloud. Taking one step forward, Bakura felt himself fall! He yelled out in surprise as he felt his body fall through the unreal air. Finally his body stopped and hit what was maybe the ground with a nasty thud. Meekly, he grimaced and raised his body using his arms.
"Shit, that hurt! The hell? Since when did dreams hurt?!" He yelled aloud, cursing the black void that still surrounded him.
"You could give pain but you never could receive pain too well now could you Yami Bakura?" A soft British voice spoke aloud. Bakura spun around, his fists curled tightly ready to knock whoever it was that caused him to fall out. His arched eyes opened wide in surprise as he stared at the exact replica of himself.
"Hello Yami Bakura. It's been awhile." Bakura very slowly walked a few steps forward circling the softer side of himself, his dark orbs stretching beyond human limit. The white haired boy that stood in front of him, was smiling lightly, his innocent eyes relaxed, and his arms hanging loosely by his side. The white main clung to his shoulders unlike Bakura's, whose hair arched upwards and spiked up as if on the alert.
"What…the…hell-is-going-on-here?" Bakura asked very slowly, raising his eyes as if he were staring at Yami in tights or a bikini.
"Uh your probably wondering what's going on here huh?" Ryou asked rubbing his head bashfully. Bakura regained his composure and sneered. He started to circle Ryou as if stalking his prey, never removing his narrowed eyes from his lighter half. "You see it's really a long story. You must be really confused huh?"
Bakura growled lightly, continuing to stalk his prey. "Yes you could say that." He said hoarsely between clenched teeth, curling his fists into whiter than white knuckles. "Where the hell have you been?!" He snapped getting closer as Ryou made no effort to move.
"Bakura I didn't exactly have a choice." Ryou began.
"Like hell you didn't! A lot of weird shit has happened to me, with no aibou in sight and I want some answers! Like where the hell have you been!" Bakura roared startling Ryou slightly. "I want some answers right now, even if it is just a dream, stuff like this just doesn't happen!" Bakura approached Ryou until he was less than 5inches away. Ryou winced at the growls emitting from his counterparts throat.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't remove your face and plaster it on your ass right now." Bakura said calmly. "B-Bakura." Ryou moaned sick of the threats.
"What!? It's my dream I can make whatever I want possible!"
Ryou took a deep breath and a step back, causing Bakura to raise an eyebrow. "Yes what do you want to say?" He said annoyed.
"You know me all too well Bakura." Ryou said shaking his head and smiling. Bakura made a face of disgust as he folded his arms. "Okay, yeah get all the mush out of your system."
"Okay listen Bakura, I didn't have much of a choice in the matter. As soon as Y/M made his uh…move we really didn't exist anymore. Well to be more exact YOU didn't exist anymore." He said trailing off.
Bakura unfolded his arms as his face became serious. "What do you mean? I remember putting a piece of myself into Yami's millennium puzzle during the duel with Yugi and that Bandit Keith fellow. When we lost I took shelter within it thinking that you had been obliterated."
Ryou raised both his eyes. "Oh gee, thanks mate."
"It wasn't a choice for me then and you were of no concern to my world domination plans so quit with that crap! Now what do you mean I didn't exist anymore.!?"
Ryou sighed heavily as he bowed his head over. "Bakura you didn't have a body."
Bakura sustained from gasping, but on the inside he wanted to drop to all fours. What made him sicker was the fact that Ryou knew it too. He felt helpless now, it was coming all too fast for him to believe. "That's a load of shit."
Ryou kept his head bowed. He expected this much from his Yami if not more. "Did you really think Yami didn't realize what you would do if you got a hold of a piece of the puzzle?" Bakura tilted his head to the side. Ryou had his full undivided attention now.
"He planned it that way Yami Bakura. He knew what he was doing. Even if you were going to cause continuous trouble he knew what he was doing. And while I drifted in this nothingness as long as I can remember on that faithful day, Yami asked me if I wanted my body back. I wouldn't have the weight of the spirit I wouldn't have anymore problems, I'd have just me and only me. I asked him what would happen to you and he said he wasn't sure. You see my body was suppose to be yours as a payback or something."
Bakura's eyes snapped wide open. "A payback??! OF WHAT!?" Bakura yelled.
"Hey you don't have to bloody well scream at me, I'm right here!" Ryou said covering his ears. "And I don't know what he meant by that, he didn't say anything else. But he did say that I am your future self or something like that, and that we are one whether you bloody well like it or not." Bakura sneered and turned away.
"Yami said there would be a way, but it would mean trading places with you. Allowing you to have my body, I would wait dormant until the time comes where I can find a body. If it does not happen soon I would cease you exist." Ryou's words hit home, and Bakura couldn't find the words to say. Ryou had given his body up for him? But why?! Why would he do that!? 'I've done nothing but use him at any expense. Why would he trade his life for mine?' Bakura thought to himself, not realizing he had been standing there silent for quite some time.
"Because I knew your life wasn't all that great and you were like me at one point in time. You need a second chance and you need a friend or two whether you like that or not." Ryou said smiling.
Bakura stared wide eyed at Ryou. "How did you know?" He said gruffly, taking a step back.
Ryou sort of chuckled and continued to smile. "Because we share the same body and we are one. You see Yami said it was up to me. I could wait and leave for good, or I could do what you do and lie dormant within you or I guess me." Ryou said tilting his head up somewhat confused of what exactly he was saying. "Of course I can't do much. I'm more in this sleeping mode like you once were."
"So you're saying I was asleep in Yami's puzzle all this time until just a few days ago?" Bakura asked shakily, his heart pounding in the process. Ryou nodded his head slowly, his smile fading.
"It was the only way I'm afraid. There was no other place to put you. We couldn't exactly set you free or anything, and I still had a decision to make. So here I lie, sleeping within your ring, unable to make any contact except in your dreams."
Bakura stared down and found the ring around Ryou's neck. He hadn't noticed it until now. Bakura quickly stared down at his own neck, and surprisingly enough the ring was lying on his chest too. 'Wait, there are two rings?' Bakura thought to himself franticly.
"I don't understand." Bakura stuttered. Ryou smiled slightly and approached him. "I told you already we are one. We share the same body just like before except there really isn't any real way in separating now. It's up to you whether you'd rather share the body or not. I never intended for that but-
"But if you do that you'd be basically giving your life up am I correct?" Bakura asked somewhat annoyed at this conversation, staring straight ahead as he held his millennium ring. "How do I decide this fate?"
"Anxious already eh Bakura?" Ryou asked frowning. When there was no response, Ryou felt it was best to just shut up about it. "You can complete what I had originally agreed to by removing the ring and destroying it. Or I could stay, but you would still have to remove it and return it to the one who can make it happen. Basically the one who sealed your fate. But if you choose this fate, we will be one forever, we will die together."
Bakura rolled his eyes, heaving a heavy sigh. "So either way I lose the ring right?"
"You could say that, yes." Ryou said in a monotone voice.
"And what if I refuse to give it up hmmm?" Bakura narrowed his eyes into little, curved slits.
Ryou knew to expect this question as well. It would've come sooner or later. "You don't have a choice-
"Like hell I don't!" Bakura grabbed Ryou by the throat and dangled him a foot off the ground, while emitting deep growls from the back of his throat.
"No! Gah!" Ryou gasped for breath as Bakura dropped him to the black ground. "The ring's power will fade completely until it's nothing more than a trinket, and then we both disappear! It'll be utterly useless in a few weeks! Cough, cough." Ryou clutched his throat, and stared up at the enraged spirit. "Soon you won't be a spirit anymore, you'll be like everyone else or you will become nothing at all, your choice!" Ryou slowly began to stand, never removing his eyes from his other half. "Your destiny has come Bakura." Ryou said bravely, eye level with Bakura.
Bakura grunted and turned away. "You said you were only able to make contact in my dreams but you appeared to Tea." He began abruptly.
"…What?" (O_O) "What are you talking about?
"You heard what I said! You appeared to Tea but you said only in my dreams! What the hell was that about!?" Bakura cried out flailing his arms about.
Ryou just stared on half amused half bewildered. ((0__0)) "Oh that."
"YESSS THAT!! You dumbass!" (-_-)
"Well I suppose Malik's millennium items had something to do with it. Besides I needed to say a few things to her on your behalf." Ryou replied simply raising a finger to his innocent mouth, reminiscing on the matter.
Ryou felt another tug on his dream collar. "What did you have to say to her that you can't say to me?" Bakura almost whispered through tightly clenched teeth. Ryou gulped heavily. "It's uh, you know personal."
Bakura released the boy and turned around. "So you like her too huh?" He said menacingly. Ryou fell back to the ground in a huff. ((O))____((O))
"I'll take that as a yes." Bakura said, his back still turned on his aibou.
Ryou shrugged it off and furrowed his eyes for the first time. "Wait you like her?"
"Like yourself that is none of your concern, but if we're sharing the same body you should already know the answer to that question." He said smirking.
Ryou's mouth dropped wide open. He didn't expect this to happen so quickly.
Before anymore could be said, Bakura's body began to dissipate into nothing. "I'm waking aren't I?" Ryou nodded.
Bakura tilted his head over just a little, allowing Ryou to see one of his eyes. "We'll continue this conversation the next time we meet." He said hoarsely as he disappeared all at once. "Wait!" Ryou cried after. "I'm not done-with-you." Ryou trailed off and stood there shrugging. "I suppose I'll just have to wait." He said sighing heavily and shaking his head, a small smile popping up between his lips. "Till next time mate."
*End of dream*
A delightful aroma filled Bakura's nose as his eyes squinted open. He shielded his face with one hand, as the light from the window bathed the entire room. "Damn light." He mumbled aloud as he sat up. That's when he noticed something was missing.
"Tea."
He turned his head in every which way but there was no sign of the girl.
"hmmm hmm-hmm-hmm" Bakura tilted his head to the kitchen. Someone was in there. No, better yet, someone was cooking something….and someone was humming. Bakura slumped his way over to the kitchen and discovered a brunette in front of the oven cooking something.
Tea didn't bother to turn around, she knew who it was. "Glad to see your alive Bakura." Bakura winced at the mention of being alive. Boy did he have a lot to explain. He thought it best to just let it go in case she had another break down.
"Yes I suppose I am too, now may I ask exactly what you are doing?" He said arching an eye, acting as if he weren't interested but his stomach told him otherwise.
"Well I don't think it takes a rocket scientist- or better yet a priest to figure it out." She teased, listening to his growls behind. It was fun ticking him off, especially when you knew he wouldn't do a thing about it.
"Is that food ready yet?" Bakura asked pleadingly. "You've been asleep for awhile now, can you wait like 10 more minutes?" Tea asked her back still turned.
"Well what exactly are you making? Nothing to foo-foo I hope." Bakura huffed around.
"It's Macaroni and cheese Bakura." Tea said getting annoyed.
"OH." Was the only comment made by the ancient spirit. "Well I do prefer meat, red meat preferably."
That did it! Bakura stood back, while Tea twirled around a large steak knife in her left hand. Bakura said nothing, he just stared at the knife somewhat taken back by her actions. She had a lot of rage in her. ((*))__((*))
"Listen Bakura I know about your meat diet okay! You didn't let me say pork chops!" Tea huffed as she placed the knife down gently. Bakura sustained from gulping noticeably while his eyes stayed enlarged. 'A lot of rage.' He noted to himself.
"H-how much food are you making?" He commented stuttering slightly. Tea smiled at Bakura's attempt at changing the subject. "Well I thought you'd be hungry. I mean you just had that meal at that bar place, so I figured you need a refill on food."
Bakura arched his eyes. He didn't buy a word she was saying. "Is that so now? Are you sure half of that or perhaps most of that isn't for you now? Geez Tea I did not realize how much the happy girl ate. It must take a lot to keep up a positive attitude doesn't it?" He teased. He knew she was blushing in front.
"Bakura?"
"Yes?" Bakura asked
"Why don't you set the table or something like that?" Tea was in no mood for Bakura's attitude despite last night's events.
"I have a better idea." Bakura stated in his deep voice that made Tea shiver in such a way that she never felt before. "What's that?" Before Tea could turn to face him, two warm arms encircled her waist and squeezed lightly.
"How about I just hold on to you?" Bakura whispered through her left ear. Tea smiled widely and twisted around in his arms, facing him. She looped her arms around his neck, tugging on a lock of white hair. Bakura smirked and rested his forehead against hers. "What, checking to see if it's all there?" Tea giggled lightly and curled his lock around her finger playfully.
"No I just like how it feels. It's not everyday I find a guy with nicer hair than me." She stated, causing Bakura to blush lightly in embarrassment.
Tea rested her head on his shoulder, while Bakura just held her close. "You know eventually you will have to let go." He said smirking.
"I know, or at least until the food burns." Bakura's eyes snapped out of its daze and he pouted at the food in front of him. "You know Tea I'm really hungry."
"Shut up and don't move." She said quietly. Bakura shrugged and squeezed her tighter. His eyes tilted to the side, and he furrowed his eyes in curiosity. All Tea's letters were in the trash can.
"So you've taken my advice, huh?" He asked proudly. It was Tea's turn to smirk. He actually thought that his treatment had worked.
"No not really, it just ticked me off more than anything but I know ya meant well. No, it was Yugi."
Bakura's eyes went as wide as saucers. "YUGI!"
Tea released him, and stared into his clouded eyes. "It's a long story."
Bakura finally understood and frowned lightly. "Yes I suppose this is as good as time as any to explain. Tea gave him a bewildered look.
"I've had dreams too." He said quietly.
Hundreds, and hundreds of miles away, in a desert land where the heat reached incredible limits, a lone figure cloaked in a dark brown stepped out of a small jet. He stepped on the hot pavement where a camel awaited him only yards away. Taking of the dark brown hood, the figure revealed himself.
"Hmm, home sweet home." The figure said sarcastically approaching the camel, and a man clothed in black holding a small canvas bag.
"Malik everything is in order." The covered man replied.
"Good." Malik said climbing on top of the animal and receiving the canvas from the man below.
"May I ask where you are going into the desert without anyone to accompany you?" He asked staring at the golden item halfway concealed under the dark brown hooded cloak.
Malik stared at the man below with a stern expression. "To the Pyramid."
The man cloaked in black gasped and took a step back. "T-To THE Pyramid?! Where t-those tombs lie??!! But, but why Master Malik?!! Nobody has been there in over 63 years!" Malik smirked and stared out into the barren desert where he would soon travel.
"There is a matter of concern I must tend to. This may be the most important thing I do yet…or at least the right thing." ((--_--)) He said tiredly.
"B-But they say the tombs are haunted, they are filled with spirits of the past!" He said taking a step backwards, and staring up at the determined young man. Deep in the back of his mind he knew this young man truly was a guardian just like his ancestors.
"I will be back within a week, make sure the jet is ready for when I return."
"Do you have enough supplies?" The man asked still shaken up. Malik smiled and patted the bags tied up to the camel's rear. "I think I will do fine. Now I must go." Malik didn't take a second glance back. The camel sprinted out into the sea of sand, his golden hair trailing behind. He felt the wind pick up and prayed to Ra it wasn't a sand storm on the move.
'I must solve this now. I knew there was something to that spirit, I knew it! The Pharaoh has concealed more than he has let on. If this is truly the work of the Pharaoh and Bakura is the one I think he is that the scripts have told me, then it is only a matter of time before both Bakura and Ryou disappear. If I don't return in time they may not figure it out for themselves and it will be too late. The prophecy will have come and gone and again it will be my fault. I must not fail, not this time. I can take back all the people I have wronged if I fix this problem here and now! I will prove to my sister that I have done my job well.' Malik fell deep in thought as he urged the camel to move faster, his cloak flailing behind him.
He stared up over the mounds of sand. His eyes narrowed down into little slits as a strange ominous silence took hold. There was no more wind, there was nothing. Even the sun looked slightly alert, as if hiding behind the mountains of sand itself. Something was wrong.
But before a thought could stray into his head, Malik's eyes widened into huge bright orbs. A giant, monstrous cloud of sand whipped across the desert, like an avalanche!
(X_X)
"SHIT! A SAND STORM!" Malik shouted, raising his hood tightly over his head and halfway down to his face. Malik cursed and yelled something in Egyptian, calling the camel by name and encouraging it to move faster. The cloud of sand raced at they're heals, as they ran against nature itself! The wind picked up and the air filled their lungs with sand particles, yet still they ran! Malik was determined. Like hell a stupid sand storm was going to stop him!
"I have to make it!" he yelled, not bothering to stare back at the storm that edged closer to their backs. The Pyramid was now in sight! It was closer than he remembered! Then again no one got within a mile of it. Only Archeologists who dare to question its power got close enough, and the last one was over 63 years ago!
It was so close, they were almost there! A canvas of over half his water dropped to the ground and disappeared within the fog of sand, dust and wind, but still he did not turn back. Malik kept going refusing to stop! "Shit!" He cried. "That was my water! Forget the food, if I don't have enough water I'm screwed!" He yelled, only loud enough for his camel to hear.
As they ran Malik was unaware of his millennium rod that glowed brightly, brighter than it ever had before. He felt its power and stared down, wide eyed at its own free actions. It had never done THAT before!
But then his thoughts were clouded and the storm roared passed the camel, engulfing them both within it.
Zoeygirl: Hope ya like it. Sorry I had to leave you hanging at some part. Hmm wonder what happened to Malik? Oh well it was a bit talkative here sorry bout that. Till next time See ya! O__-.)
