A star shot across the sky, falling behind the cherry blossom tree. The aging Bakura smiled at the trail it left behind it. Something about a falling star's streak always remind him of Ryou's smile. He still couldn't place it, even after all those years… Maybe he was up there… watching everything…
Instinctively, he pulled the millennium ring out from under his red robes and held it tightly. It was nothing more than a useless trinket now. But he still couldn't bear to part with it. Even though it was stained with so many painful memories, it was still the bond the two shared.
He was glad that the pharaoh never asked for it back. Perhaps, without its power, it meant nothing to him. He could journey to Egypt and ascend to the afterlife, all without its destruction. But it meant the world to Bakura.