Chapter eight
Renewal Part 2
Ryou was staring out the window of the game shop for a few minutes before Ishizu tapped his shoulder lightly. "Bakura? Are you okay?" she asked, setting down a cup of tea in front of him () and resting in the chair across the table. Ryou didn't even look up at her. "I wonder where Amane went...after she left the hospital..." Ishizu nodded. "She just needs time to think Ryo. Much has been going on with her and Seto. You must understand that she is having a hard time."
Shizuka suddenly sat down next to Ryou. It was then he turned away from the window thus forth he could kiss her. "I know, Isis. I just wish she would've told me where she was going." He said staring deeply into Shizuka's eyes. She smiled. "Your sister is strong Ryou. If I had been put through what she had been, I don't know what kind of things would have ended up happening to me."
Ryo chuckled lightly. "Yes, I know. Somehow she managed to get past the death of mother and her raping and yet she still goes strong." Lies. He thought. All lies. His sister was injured and depressed and hurt and so, so alone that it was like being in a deep dark pit with no way out.
The bell above the door jangled a soft chime and every one stopped what they were doing to look over at him. "Bastard." Isis muttered. "Money-bags..." Jono growled. "Creep." Anzu hissed low. "Seto." Ryou said, standing up. And it was then that Amane stopped walking through the door and everyone turned to her. And they stared.
Amane had been crying, obvious enough. Tear stained her face and she whimpered when her and Seto's eyes met and she was so scared she turned away. And then she felt his hand slip under her chin and she glanced up at him. "S-seto-Sama..." It was sudden that he had disappeared behind her and without looking at one another, they spoke.
"Seto...you're doing okay...I'm glad."
"Yes."
A silence. A pause. Not even breathing was heard.
"Did you know what made me pull through during my coma?"
"No."
"You." She went wide eyed and felt his hand slip around her neck. "Wanna start over?" he asked. "Do you think we will every get into anymore fights Seto?" he simply shook his head no. "It wouldn't be that much of a fight." They kissed. Simply, a peck and Seto opened his hand and the locket had been repaired and fell from his hand around her neck and he snapped it.
Seto collected Amane into his arms and she had begun to cry softly. Faint tears traced once more down her face. "I do believe you. Malik didn't do it. I'm pretty sure some punks did that to him. Besides, Malik's your friend, no?"
Amane smiled a bit. "Hold me Seto. Never let me go again."
