Chapter 5
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Bakura P.O.V
I stared at Kaiba, my thoughts spinning. "Why tomorrow?" I asked. If it was such a big deal, why did Kaiba have to go to the cemetery tomorrow?
"My mother died on that date...she died first, so we always visit the cemetery once a month on that exact date. We always visit her on the 23rd." Kaiba sighed.
"OK, LISTEN, IF YOU GUYS DO NOT LET ME OUT— I'LL KILL YOU ALL SO FAST YOUWON'TKNOWWHATHITYOUUUUU!!!!!!!!" Yami Bakura screamed next door. I heard kicking and yelling soon following. And cursing. Kaiba just rubbed his temples.
"Does he EVER shut-up?" He asked, looking up at me. He surprisingly, smiled. Well, more like the very tips of his lips curved slightly....you know, maybe I imagined it....
"No." I answered back. Kaiba didn't seem to pay attention.
"SEEEETTTOOO! WE'RE LEAVING!!!" Mokuba said from downstairs.
"Coming!" I yelled. Hey, I'm getting the hang of this....
"What should we do about....um...him." Kaiba said, pointing next door. I shrugged.
"It's Yugi's call." I said, smiling happily. Kaiba frowned. He muttered something about his door being broken down. He sadly shook his head, still lost in his thought. "Hey Kaiba–"
"You know, my life officially stinks..." Yami Bakura muttered silently next door. He seemed to have stopped kicking, and I saw Yugi unlock the door. Yami Yugi quickly grabbed the Millennium Ring, and, naturally, Yami Yugi and Yami Bakura began to fight. "You stupid tri-colored—" There voices were drowned out by the thickness of the slammed door. Kaiba shook his head of long white hair sadly.
"You'll have to wake up at 7:00 A.M tomorrow....Bakura." Kaiba said sadly. "Oh, and you have to swear that you'll do something for me." Kaiba said, looking up at me with a sly look on his face.
"Ok, sure!" I said stupidly. I was going to kick myself in the butt for that...
"Ask Yami Bakura how we can switch our souls back...." My jaw hung all the way to the floor.
"What?!"
"....Today." Kaiba said, that sly look still on his face....damn it, I should have known....
"No! You can't make me!" I said, clinging to the side of the door. I shook my head, and shook it even harder when I heard, "STAY BACKKKK!!! ANYONE WITHIN A 8 FOOT RADIUS IS DEAD!!!" I frowned. "Is Malik anywhere, by the way?" I asked, remembering the absolute cynical group they make together. I mean, I still have that stupid scar on my arm from when my Yami cut it to sign a dumb deal with Malik.
"I do not know, nor do I care." Kaiba looked straight into my eyes, with an odd look on his face. It was remembrance, shame, and pity all at once. "You needn't call that idiotic Yami of yours. He is an insane psychopath." The Kaiba merely pushed me out of the room with pure force. The door was roughly slammed in my face. Ahhhh, there's the good o' Kaiba! I passed Jounouchi's room to hear loud American rock music pulsing through his small portable stereo. I paused through to look at exactly what Jounouchi was doing.
"Cooooommmmmeeeeee play my game!!! INHALE, INHALE, you're the victim! Cooooommmmmmeeeeee play my game!! EXHALE, EXHALE, EXHALE!!! (A/N: This is from Prodigy's, 'Breathe', and I do not own ANYTHING!!!)" Jounouchi ran around the room, jumped on the bed, used the lamp like a guitar, and used his comb as a microphone before noticing me and slamming the door in my face. I stood there, utterly confused, before I realized something I should have know....
'Oh....Kaiba and Jounouchi hate each other....' I walked to Kaiba's room, and opened the door, to see him tying his shoe. "Hey, what mean name do you call Jou–" Kaiba looked up at me. He stopped tying his shoe, and stuck his hand out in a fist.
"I call him a dog," He started to number the names out on his fingers. "A Chihuahua...a gel-brained idiot....a blond idiot....I insult him in Japanese....a baka, a gaki....um....I insult him in German too....Dumpkoff.....and French–" I interrupted him.
"Could you write this down?" I asked impatiently.
"Oh, sure." Kaiba looked through his bag, and pulled out a 150 page book. (A/N: Hey! That's half the length of this fanfiction! J/K!)"Any insult in there is fine; oh; except the high-lighted ones. Those are meant; I mean were, meant for Gozaburo-Baka....." Kaiba's eyes darkened when he mentioned that name.
"Um, yeah, ok...um, I gotta pack..." I walked out of the room. Why is everyone acting so weird? I sighed sadly. I walked downstairs, and finished packing. I ran my hand through my thick bangs. Kami! Why, why, why, oh why did this have to happen now? I sighed again and shivered at the thought of going to a....cemetery!! I hate them! There all so dark and scary....with broken tombstones and....argh! I started up the stairs to tell Kaiba, "Nope, sorry, I'm dead scared of cemetery's, so going in one is a big no-no!" But as I lifted my hand to knock, Mokuba called out.
"Brother! We're leaving now!!" I looked down the stairs, and, yes, everyone was standing there. Including Kaiba. I walked back down, picked up my briefcase, and locked the door behind me once everyone left. I walked outside with everyone, but, I noticed no driver. "Oh, yeah! Mr. Tomiki took a day off. And I let him!" Mokuba said sweetly. I noticed Kaiba's face became bitter. I can't drive!! This day just went from bad to worst in less then a minute.
"Um, Mokuba, I–"
"I volunteer to drive! You see, I just got my license yesterday, and I want to test it out!" Kaiba said quickly, looking through his wallet and, why, lo and behold, he took out a license! Everyone nodded in agreement and rushed in the car. Me and Kaiba went last, so I quickly whispered, "How'd you get–", and he answered, "Later!" I opened the door, and Kaiba took the driver's seat, and I sat next to him. He quickly started the car, but I lost interest in what he was doing. I just sat there, thinking. 'All the people he ever loved died...maybe that's why he's so distant.' I thought, and I glanced at Kaiba. I guess I will go with him....it should make him happy.
~*~
Kaiba P.O.V
Ringggg
Rinnnngggg
RINGGGG
RINNNNGGGG
RIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!
I ferociously threw the alarm against the floor. It didn't stop. I placed the pillow firmly around my head. Of course, most of my days involved 3 hour sleep, but I was already used to sleeping late. I glared at the clock from a small crack in the pillow. There was rubber placed firmly on the edges. Bakura must have a terrible habit of throwing alarm clocks. No wonder the stupid contraption wouldn't stop. I walked out of the comfort of the bed and quickly shut the clock off. I slowly placed it back on the night table, and yawned.
Why can't I remember why I woke up early? I usually remember everything. Slowly, murkily, everything came back to me.
Oh no. The cemetery. I had completely forgotten to tell Bakura's nosey father.
Crap!
I glanced at the clock again. 6:45. I woke up early. I gripped the alarm clock tightly. "I could have gotten 15 more minutes of sleep, you stupid piece of bric-a-brac!!!" I squinted, and noticed I set it wrong. I did something wrong....with a machine, no less....
I was losing my edge already.
~*~
"Hey, daddddddd, I gotta go someone were with Baku– Kaiba. Is that Ok?" I said, opening the door of Bakura's fathers' door. The man was happily sleeping, but simply muttered a, "Yeah, whateverrr....." Before heading off to sleep again. So I quickly wrote in note in my perfect handwriting, but realized it really was perfect. 4 years running a top company can do that to you....So I quickly looked up on the refrigerator, and luckily, one of Bakura's writing assignments was posted there. So I copied his handwriting, and left a note for Bakura's father on the table. I grabbed a coat and walked out the door. I must admit, I have completely and utterly forgotten what my father was like. I was only seven years old when he died, and I only slightly remember my mother. But I pity Mokuba, more then anything. He never even saw mother alive....and was only 2 when our father died. Yet, how can he be stronger then me? Not in life, no, but in....other things. He cries, yes, while pity emotions are no longer a part of my life, yet.... He is never sad. He is always happy; smiling. Laughing.
Why do I feel like I must die at times? Depression is one of the hardest thing in the world to deal with. You know you have it, yet cannot do anything about it. Even though you try with all your might.
I always say that I have never failed at anything. And only now do I realize I have failed in many things.
Life is one of them.
Mokuba is one of them.
I am one of them.
I paused only to realize I was crying. While walking, and did not even know it. Damn this body!......but I felt much better after that. A lot of negative weight and pressure off my chest. Perhaps this body will do more good then harm to me. For now, I only wish to see my parents.
Maybe they can help me with my sudden confusion.
Perhaps, Bakura already found the key to helping me. Just like he said he would.
Last night, I realized I wanted to commit suicide again. I wanted to die again. Other people are so lucky. They die the first time. Maybe I am merely one of the unlucky people on earth, who are just there to remind other people that there lives are better.
I felt cold and empty inside. Why have I not noticed this before?
More tears fell upon my face, yet I did not bother to push them away.
I had enough. Why did my life have to be this way?
Damn this body.
Bakura's P.O.V
When Kaiba arrived on my doorstep, he seemed so sad. He merely looked up at me and asked quietly, "Are you ready...?..." I nodded. Mokuba was behind me, and I had to tell Mokuba that we had to do a project in school on the dead, and Kaiba was my partner.....yes, it was the stupidest lie ever, but how else can you say, 'This guys commin' with us to the cemetary. Hope it's not a prob.!' Kaiba was respectfully, of course, wearing all black. I mentally smiled. I look super cool in black! I walked in front of everyone, trying to get the car door open. Kaiba and Mokuba were behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I realized Kaiba was absent-mindedly holding Mokuba's hand. Mokuba seemed not to care. I saw Mokuba tug the end of Kaiba's coat. Kaiba lowered himself, and Mokuba whispered something in his ear. As I looked at his reflection from the side mirror, it looked like Mokuba said thanks to Kaiba. He merely smiled as warmly as he could, and ruffled Mokuba's hair. He whispered a, 'You're welcome' back to him before entering the car. Kaiba, again, volunteered to drive. I sat in the back with Mokuba, whose head was placed in my lap. He was sleeping. Poor kid, we did wake up early. I quietly asked Kaiba how long it would take us to get there. He said it would take about 2 hours, because they had to pick the most Shinto-ist cemetery available. I nodded and slowly ran my hand through Mokuba's hair. He smiled. I glanced at Kaiba. His face was even sterner then usual. I could imagine. I mean, my mom died when I was six. But I still had my dad. And I had supportive friends. I slightly shook Mokuba. He didn't move. He was clearly fast asleep. I got up slowly, making sure my head wouldn't hit the top of the car, and slowly placed Mokuba down. Then, I slowly made my way next to Kaiba.
"Hey..." I said slowly.
"Hello." Kaiba turned around quickly, and glared at me. "Strap him in." Kaiba said coldly, his eyes now on the road again. I sighed. I slowly, again, went back, strapped Mokuba in, and went in the front with Kaiba again.
"Hey!" I said again. Kaiba looked back at Mokuba again. 'Don't say hello....then I'll know your mad at me or something....'Cause people are usually more formal....'
"Hello." Kaiba said, still coldly. I screamed at myself. I slowly leaned in on him.
"Hey, you know, you have to act more like me, 'cause well...." I whispered in his ear. He told me to speak louder, the same sly look on his face he had before. I leaned more, and I nearly lost my balance and fell on top of him. I regained my balance by grabbing Kaiba's hair. He glared at me coldly.
"You mean like that?!" He said, his perfect, well, my, perfect white teeth flashing. I blushed.
"Well, your body happens to be very...well, it's larger then mine. I'm still not coordinated. Or something like that. And you?" I said, smiling.
"Well, your body smaller then mine, so I am a tad bit uncoordinated. For example–"
"Hey, whatcha talkin' about?" Mokuba said, his head popping out in between the seats.
"No, you have to say, what are you talking about." Kaiba said, sneering. He quickly frowned at Mokuba's next remark.
"You're acting like my brother!" Mokuba said smiling, pointing to Kaiba. He smiled nervously.
"Ah....well, you see little Mokuba, we are acting out a play for school." I said, smiling nervously.
"Seto? You ok? You never call me 'little Mokuba'....Pegasus called me that...." Mokuba frowned. It was amazing how similar the two brothers looked when they were sad. Seriously.
"Oh, sorry, you know, I am a bit tired! I'll be taking a bit of nap now!" And I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. Mokuba gave me a queer look.
"I'm going back to sleep...." Mokuba pulled his head back, and buckled himself in. I heard the click of the lock, and a memory ran through my head.
A car crash scene.
The ambulance.
The police.
A little boy, holding the hand of an even younger boy.
The older boy had a pure look of horror on his face. A man in a stretcher was passed right by him. The older boy held his brother close to him, and placed his hand over the younger's eyes.
I felt a strong gasp run through my body. I worriedly stared at Kaiba, whose full attention was on his driving. I only noticed now his hands were firmly grasped around the wheel; so tight that you could see the knuckles stick out. Maybe he has a fear of driving. I mean, if Kaiba was the young boy who saw that man in a stretcher, then, well, I could expect that he might be scared of driving. He saw that when he must of been seven or something.... Oh my god.... That man who got hit was his very own father! No wonder! I glanced at Kaiba again. He quickly glanced at me. "What is it?" He said, his eyes not leaving the road.
"What do you mean?" I asked, playing dumb. Really, does Kaiba have ESP or something? I saw Kaiba frown.
"Don't lie to me. I just saw you gasp. Unless your out of breath for doing nothing...." He quickly glared at me. I shook my head. "Tell me." He said firmly. I frowned. I really did NOT want to make him relive that memory.
Kaiba P.O.V
I saw Bakura gasp slightly out of the corner of my eye next to me. 'Another memory, perhaps?' I thought to myself. I frowned. He already knows far to much about me. I instead focused all my thoughts on the road. But Bakura was throwing glances at me. I turned to him and asked him what was wrong. He shook his head. My nerves were diminishing at the speed of light. "Tell me." I said as calmly as I could. Bakura still did not answer. I rolled my eyes.
"How much further until we get there?" Bakura asked quietly, being very careful not to wake Mokuba up. I thought for a second.
"We have around half an hour left." I said, sighing. I turned around very quickly, making sure there were flowers. There were. "Ah, you remembered flowers, hmm?" I said, turnign to Bakura.
"No, Mokuba did, actually. Hey, my mom is buried in the same cemetery so.....if you don't mind..." Bakura said shyly.
"Not at all."
~*~
We were there. At the cemetery. It wasn't a cold place, or scary. Quite the opposite. It was bright, well kept, and there were flowers everywhere. A few people sat in front of there deceased, speaking to the long, narrow tombstone as if the person was still there.
As if the person would hear them. The dead would never come back. If they were able to...I'd bring back my mother and father in a heartbeat. I miss them very much.
And if I could have controlled death, Gozaburo would have died much, much sooner.
We parked the car in the lot, and walked for a few minutes in silence. When we finally reached the grave, Bakura made believe that he was me. I can't believe how cold I look at times. Bakura laid the flowers in-between the two, simple graves. I was standing behind him now, silently chanting a small prayer for them. Mokuba was just silent.
After about 10 minutes of chanting, paying our respects, etc., I began to walk away when Bakura nudged me. I suddenly remembered something.
"Um, would you mind...um, if I visited someone here?" I asked nervously. Mokuba shrugged, and Bakura nodded his head.
And so we walked over to the grave of Bakura's mother.
Bakura P.O.V
I haven't visited my mothers grave in forever.
I remember the day when she died. She was on an expedition with my dad in Egypt, when the cave caved in and killed her. I was only around seven-ish when she died. And, ironically, the Millennium Ring was found on that same fateful day. My father told me that he was sadly walking through the streets, looking for some sort of funeral parlor for my mother. He ended up smack middle in a merchant bazaar, where he bought the Ring and later gave it to me.
We ended up burying my mother in Japan, not in Egypt. So a plane brought her here.
God, I miss her. She was so nice...and pretty, and smart....
I pulled myself away from my thoughts. I turned my attention to Kaiba. I watched as Kaiba acted as me for a few minutes.
Then, I decided we should leave.
"OK, come on...." I said sadly. Kaiba nodded, and we all walked back to the car.
I just hope the rest of this little switch will be easier to handle emotionally.
(Jenrya: Yes, I'm not dead! YEAH!!! I hope you liked this chappy! I know, this is definitely the saddest chapter. Well, Read and Review!)