Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh. I wish I owned Bakura though.
Finding you again
Yami scowled, pausing in his fifth game of Ring-Around-The-Rosie with the Dark Magician. There was something he had forgotten, something important. But he couldn't remember so it didn't matter. He shrugged, and went back to his game.
A few minutes later, though, he stopped. There it was again, that nagging thought in the back of his mind. It wouldn't leave him alone. There was something he needed to remember. It was the reason for everything and if he could remember it then it would tell him who he was and what he was doing here. But, no, it was gone. Yami's mind was his own and clear again.
Pictures floated across his mind. A smiling face; features indistinct. A scowling boy wearing red robes. Blackness, extending everywhere.
Yami franticly shook his head. He wanted his thought to be his own again. Why was he remembering things that had never happened? Where was the Dark Magician? The tall figure had vanished as soon as Yami's concentration had faded. It had been Yami and his thoughts that had brought the magician in the first place and Yami had been the only thing keeping him there.
Long blond hair, a flash of violet. What was happening to him? Everything was going crazy. Shadows swirling around him.
Yami clutched his head and screamed. There was no one around to hear him as he stood there in the middle of the desert staring at... a big tall thing with four sides. A pyramid his mind supplied. He was standing in the middle of a desert staring at a pyramid. Why was he doing that? Where was he?
Tears leaking out of tightly shut eyes. Who was crying? Did he know them? Why were they in his head? What was going on? Everything was going crazy.
'You'll still die.' Insane lavender orbs. Icy blue gaze. Crazy, hypnotic brown eyes. A flash of gold hidden behind white hair.
Who were these people? What did they want with him? 'Yami,' That's my name. My name's Yami. '...did you ... leave. Why' Pain exploded inside his head. 'Ha, ha, ha. No one can beat my blue eyes.' Blue eyes? He'd seen blue eyes somewhere before. Blue and brown and purple and gold.
'Soon you will know the answers... he, he, he.' I know that person. He... he wants to kill... someone. Who, Yami's thoughts were interrupted 'I love... Come... to... ...love you.' Love? Someone loves me? Why? Who are they?
What's going on here? 'I... you' Who is that? Who are all these people who keep talking to me? What do they want with me? Why would they want someone who can't even remember who he is or why... why anything?
Why???
Sorry Yami fans, he's still insane. I got an equal number of reviews asking for the story to be short as I did wanting a long story so I'm compromising and putting this in to add angst. Only one more chapter after this and then I'm done.
Ya ne, Anei Aikouka