Egyptian Rain: Message

For centuries, it's been common knowledge that "the criminal always returns to the scene of the crime." I have always thought of that as an incredibly stupid thing to do on the criminal's part. But that doesn't explain what I am doing back here in Egypt.

I don't know why, but about a month ago, I was suddenly compelled to come here again. I'm not sure if it was something to do with seeing Bakura again after 3000 years, feeling lonely, or if I'm just insane. That's rhetorical, of course; I've learned not to answer my own ponderings.

I'm walking through Egypt, giving the occasional wistful glance at all the modern architecture. It didn't use to be like this. Seeing all these tall buildings where modest villages used to stand is... well, it's like driving a knife through my heart. Egypt is probably the one country I haven't visited at least twice, because I didn't want to see it like this modern crap. Three thousand years of wandering has made me bitter.

"Care to have a peek at your fate?"

I look at a dark alley, squinting to see the shadowy figure standing near the entrance. From the looks of them, it's a fortune teller. How distastefully ironic.

"Look, you don't know the half of it," I sigh, moving forward.

"Oh, but I think I do," he calls back amusedly.

"Save your breath, I'm not buying it," I growl, looking back at the robed figure annoyingly.

"Who says it'll cost anything, Pharaoh?"

I gasp, spinning around to face the figure, who is now walking toward me. I try to get a look at his face, but pull back disappointed. He's wearing a hood, and it covers his face to the point where I can't even see his mouth moving.

"Take this." He states, forcing something into my hand, before turning to leave.

"Wait, who are you, and how do you know—"

"Boy, are you stupid." He snorts. I know only one person that arrogant. My suspicions are confirmed when he pulls back his hood.

"Bakura."

"Hello to you too, Pharaoh."

"I suppose you're still not going to tell me your intentions." I'm not asking, I'm stating.

"You're not as stupid as you look, Pharaoh," he smirks.

"So it would be pointless asking you what you're up to," I continue, ignoring him.

"Right again. But I'll tell you one thing."

"And what would that be?" I ask suspiciously.

"Stay in Egypt for a while. Lay low, but stay here in Egypt."

"Why?" I frown. "I never stay in one place long."

"Neither do I, but just trust me, Pharaoh. Don't leave just yet." He says firmly.

"Very well," I sigh. "I'll stay, but not for very long."

"Good." He nods. "I'll be seeing you later." He immediately dashes off, blending into the crowd like a chameleon.

"Goodbye to you too, Bakura." I say quietly.

I make to leave, but realize I still have whatever Bakura put in my hand. It looks like a business card, but I turn it over and see some words written on the back with black ink. The words are in English:

I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind

I left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time

I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon

I feel there's nothing I can do.

First off, I don't own the little ditty on the card Bakura gave Atem. I would tell you who owned it and what it was, but then you'd get it too quickly. Cookies to anyone who can tell me where that verse is from.

It seems I've struck a nerve with Atem and Bakura's roles in this story, so I've decided to hold a poll for you to choose the interaction between them later in the story:

Option #1: Yaoi, AtemxBakura.

Option #2: Shonen-Ai, AtemxBakura.

Option #3: Friends, Atem and Bakura.

Please review with your votes! Ja!