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Chapter 11: Does the Path choose the Walker or Does the Walker choose the Path?

Ryelle sat on the roof of Yugi's house; she was deep in her thoughts. Her arms were around her knees, wings lazily hung on her shoulders; she stared at nothing. The swords at her side in hands reach. She could not explain what she had done, even to herself. She had walked back to Yugi's room with out a word and climbed up here about 2 hours ago. They did not come after her, probably wondering what to do. She felt helpless and very small under the look she had been given by Yami before she left the room. She would be questioned later, that was inevitable. She knew if she flew away, he would only find her, one way or another. She felt like a bird in a cage in Yugi's room so she came out here, all thought she was still a bird in a cage. She would have liked to fly, but that would only cause alarm. That's was not the only thing on her mind, for her dream was haunting her. It was true, she had no destiny. She did not have a passed life here, her life was like a book that you have not read and the back of the pages where blank or unreadable. Therefore, she was in an odd situation. Could she create it for herself? Or…was there something chosen for her? She did not know. She had been trying to find the answer in her mind, to think of it. Nothing had surfaced in those two hours. She felt nothing, no emotion & nothing to feel. She hated it. She wanted to stand up and shout or break something. However, she would not. The Blackness in the night around her would not protect anyone from screaming. She looked up at the stars; she never thought something so dark could hold any light. The sky above her seemed endless, as such the stars in it. It was something so close, but yet so very far away. She cradled her knees and smiled, things could get very worse from where she was. Now was fine, better than her being dead. Wasn't it? She was not even sure of this. All these thoughts swum in her head, like many fish in a fish tank. She wanted them to go away. There was one thing she was sure of. Time will tell all… Time will tell…  

Bakura stared at the lightly colored carpet. In his hand was a cup of tea but he did not drink it. He was confused. The sight of his other self made him uneasy, even unconscious. He did not dare awaken him, but he kept thinking quietly in a corner. Yugi and Yami were in the kitchen talking to Tea, Joey, and Tristan. Bakura didn't feel much like talking. He was pondering, questions filled his head. Questions no one knew the answers to, not even Yami. Most questions spun around Ryelle. Why she had taken him to Yugi's off the street, what she had done to both him and Yugi, and most of all why. These questions bit into him constantly until he could not take it anymore. He stood up, put his tea on the floor where it would not be kicked, and started walking up stairs to Yugi's room.  

Bakura entered the room slowly, opening the door a crack and peered in. He looked around for a couple of seconds. No one was around. He opened the door fully, but quietly.  He looked under the bed, no one. He closed his eyes and sunk into deep thought. He was aware of the things around him; the floor was soft, the room was well lit, and air cold… He suddenly opened his eyes. Cold air? He looked over to the window and saw it hung wide open. He walked toward it silently; he got up on the desk and stuck his head out. He peered into the cold night sky; it was a truly beautiful evening. He heard some noise somewhere up above. He quietly climbed out a little more, his foot now on the windowsill. His hands enclosed on the green roof tiles and he lifted his head up just enough to see and not be seen. He glanced though the darkness and waited for his eyes to adjust. He suddenly saw clearly; Ryelle was on the roof. She sat Indian style, in her blue school shirt and blue jeans. Her hair hung on her shoulders, some brown stands on her shirt. Her emerald wings stretched out; and her pale fingers preening through them.   Her crayon brown eyes never left her wings, so it was clear she did not see him. Bakura froze there just watching, he did not know what to do. She was humming a tune he did not recognize, but it did sound nice. He closed his pale brown eyes and listened, it lulled him away from reality. Images danced in his head; he was unaware of anything around him. Suddenly his footing slipped following his mind. He became wide-awake on falling down; his body went into shock. He heard him self scream in surprise as he started down; he clamped his pale eyes shut and waited to feel pain on his back. However, the pain never came; instead, he felt something grab him by his shoulders.  A cold breeze fell upon his pale face; his eyes shot open. Below him were rooftops going by, like looking out the window at houses but from a sky view. He felt cold hands on his shoulders, gripping him and keeping him from falling. He looked up feeling sick from looking down; the hands belonged to Ryelle. She was holding on to him very tightly, and powering her great wings. There was sweat in her grip but no sign of strain of her pale white face; it had a solemn expression printed on it.  They continued fly for a while, where was unknown to Bakura. All he knew what they were not flying back to Yugi's home. It felt like ages to Bakura who was getting a little airsick; he finally felt them start to descend onto a large hill. Bakura felt grateful, as he planted his feet on the ground. Ryelle hung in the air for a few moments and then landed on a near by rock, she folded her wings and looked at Bakura. Bakura froze, in sense they both did. Neither moved. They both stared transfixed in the other's gaze not daring to move; Ryelle didn't have a clue what to do. What do I do?

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