Whee!! It's da third chappie! Aren't you all just so excited?

Malik: Enthralled, I'm sure.

Well my self-esteem just dropped 10 points.

Malik: My mission in life has been accomplished, but another problem has just been dropped on me- WHAT AM I GOING TO DO FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE?!

Isn't it obvious?

Malik: -_- I hate you . . .

I know ya do ^_^ Well don't just stand there!

Malik: FOR THE LAST TIME SHE DOESN'T OWN YUGIOH! SHE HAS NO LIFE AND THAT IS WHY SHE IS WRITING THIS STORY!

You'll never learn will you?! DISCLAIMER ONLY! ::strangles Malik::

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I don't know why I was so anxious for my next meeting with Bakura-san; maybe it was because I couldn't diagnose him within the first meeting. I mean I didn't have any information on him until our first session when he ambushed me.

The day seemed to crawl by very slowly. Like molasses in January, but some how I made it through the day without going insane.

I was very curious about Bakura-san. I had never had a case like him; he seemed perfectly sane, yet there was something . . . wrong about him. He seemed to turn down the idea of multi-personalities pretty quickly. If he couldn't give me any evidence about his so-called "Yami" I might have to put him on a prescription.

When I saw Bakura-san I was shocked once again. Mainly because his body was cover in bandages, his arms were wrapped in them, his face had several deep scratches, and even though he was wearing pants, I could tell he had cuts on his legs, he was limping.

"Bakura-san! What happened?" I asked as I got up to help him sit down.

He simply just looked at me with those wide brown eyes; you could tell he was in intense pain.

"Yami. . ." he whispered.

I must have looked bewildered at the thought. Perhaps this is the evidence I had been looking for, although the wounds could have been self-inflicted, in fact, most probably.

"Would you like to tell me what happened?" I asked, trying to calm myself into sitting down.

"Yami said I had misbehaved. He said I needed to be punished, so he punished me," he said quietly.

"What did you do that made your Yami so upset?" I asked playing along with him.

"I . . ." he started but he seemed he couldn't say it. He tried again, " I keep a journal, and I wrote some things Yami didn't like. I wondered why the Pharaoh never treated Yuugi, his Hikari, the way my Yami treats me. I wrote that it's probably because that Yuugi is an important tool in saving the world, and that I am just a disguise for my Yami. Apparently Yami was. . ." he paused searching for the right words to describe this, "reading through me at the time, and I didn't know. He waited awhile before. . . he said he wanted me to think that I was getting away with writing that kind of stuff. And I did think that, I thought I was getting away with it. That's when he called me, saying he wanted tot talk to me, and he became his own self and he . . ." Bakura-san drifted off.

By now I was completely baffled. I never had experienced anything like this before. A second personality having it's own form? Impossible!

"What do you mean 'reading through you'?" I asked trying to clear up some things for myself.

"Think of when one person reads over another's shoulder. It's like that, only he was using my eyes instead of his," he said.

"And he has his own form?" I asked still confused. I'm starting to sound like a shrink now, next thing you know I'll be asking things like "Now when did you start hearing these voices?" I don't like to act like a psychologist or a psychiatrist; I simply try to diagnose my patient with the best way possible.

"He's more spirit-like, an apparition. He can still pick up things though," he said.

Confused now, very confused. Though, it could be possible that he's hallucinating. Imagining that the damage he inflicts upon himself is what his "Yami" does to him. Maybe I really should put him on a prescription. . .

"Stop it," he said angrily.

"Nani?" I asked, even more confused now, if that's even possible.

"Stop thinking that! I'm not crazy! I don't need to be drugged up!" He shouted as he got up from his chair as quickly as possible without hurting himself even more.

"Bakura-san, calm down!" I said quickly, "Please explain to me what you're talking about."

"I'm not hallucinating! I know what I'm talking about! I'm not crazy!" He repeated.

"Bakura-san, I never said . . ."

"I never said you said anything! You were thinking it! I know you were! Don't lie to me, Katawasai-sensei!" He screamed.

I was astonished. This boy, this ordinary boy, had the power to read minds! How though? I don't believe in telepathy or anything like that, so I don't know much about it. So does this possibly mean that he's been telling the truth? Then again, why would it? What does this prove to me?

I guess you could say this is where the dominos start to fall. Where everything starts to disintegrate piece by piece. Of course I didn't know it at the time. Had I, I might have been able to do something about it.

I smiled to myself, "Hai, Bakura-san, I was thinking that. Please sit and let me explain," I said.

"Why should I? Why should I even stay? You'll probably just trick me into taking those prescription drugs!" He shouted.

"You can trust me, Bakura-san I'm not. Even read my mind if you like," I said, as I smiled triumphantly to myself. Well now I believe that little bit about the mind read got me his trust.

He went silent and sank down back into his chair.

"Would you like to tell me how you got this power?" I asked.

"Iie, but do I really have a choice?" He said bitterly.

"Hai actually. You made the choice to come here of your own free will, so therefore you direct what we talk about." I said.

He seemed to ponder this for a while. Finally he made a decision.

"I share a body with my Yami, as you know. Well, he has certain powers, powers of destruction, and useful powers, one of them being the power to read minds. I guess you could say that he rubbed off on me. {A}" He said with a shrug.

Yay, I'm not confused anymore! This all makes sense to me! Then this means that Bakura-san is serious about this, he isn't crazy. The only question is what to do though. Bakura-san can't keep getting abused by his Yami, that's when I made the worst mistake.

"Is it possible for your Yami to become his own form? So that I could speak with him?" I asked.

Bakura-san's eyes grew wide and frightened. "IIE!" He shrieked in panic, "You can't!"

Spoke too soon, confused again. "Bakura-san, why?"

"IIE!" He shrieked again as he jumped up from his chair, "you just can't!" and with that he ran from my office.

I sighed as I gathered up my papers and put them in my brief case. Big mistake, now I don't know if he's even coming back. The only thing I can do is pray that he doesn't do anything foolish and get himself hurt even more.

Like I said before this is where the dominos start to fall. I, the great Akiko Katawasai, am a domino in the game of life, and I have just been hit, and have fallen.

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Malik: Anyone find it ironic that this chapter is all about dominos falling when the city they live in is called DOMINO?

MALIK!!! Why must you ruin everything?

Malik: Because I can. ^_^

::sighs::

Explanations

{A} - I don't know if Yami Bakura does have the power to read minds or not, but he does in this fic because I said so! So there! ^_^

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::Author advances on person cowering in corner:: YOU!

Person cowering in corner (PCIC) - Me?

Yes you! ::holds up broken blue floppy:: DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS?

PCIC - A broken floppy disk?

And you are the inventor of the floppy disk! Are you not?!

PCIC - Y-yes, I am.

Do you know what was on this disk?!

PCIC - The secrets of life?

NO! Something much more important! The third chapter of my story that I worked so hard on! And then, for no reason- IT BREAKS! YOU WILL PAY. . .