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"Yugi's what?!," Anzu cried as Honda had run into her and told her the news.
"Yeah," he replied, "I've been all over the city looking for him. I only found his grandpa who said he watched Yugi walk into a tent and disappear."
"Someone is after him, Honda," Anzu admitted, "There is someone out there who wants Yugi dead. I found out the day we went to the museum. There is something or someone coming after him. I just hope that's not the same thing that made him disappear."
Honda was shocked at the news, but became very serious, "We gotta' find him. Wherever he is, he may need our help."
Aida and Bakura stood facing each other with fire blazing in their eyes. Dayan stood anxiously at the side lines worrying for his sister's safety. He had not even been in her presence for five minutes and she was already facing another foe. Aida had her metal staff ready, while Bakura had found a piece of metal piping that would do fine. They were on the roof of a building close by that had plenty of open space for their battle.
"This is what you want, Bakura?," Aida said coldly while they circled each other, "I don't know how you came back through another, but once I am finished with you, there will be no second life."
He laughed, "The Millennium Ring harbors my soul. It's much like your dear Pharaoh, Ateyda. I've been trapped within its depths for centuries only to return now, but at least I remember that cold face of yours."
She felt her chest jerk with anger, "Being trapped in that ring may have let you survive all these years, but it will sign your death sentence. While you have been stuck there all this time, I have been using these 5000 long years to perfect my fighting. Most can only train for a lifetime while I've done it for countless generations."
Bakura's eyes narrowed, "Do you remember our last fight? It took every last bit of strength in you to knock me out, and I had already beaten you within an inch of your life. Though you may have had 5000 years to practice, what makes you think I hadn't perfected my moves long ago? This body may not be as powerful as my last one, but its agility does far exceed my own. If you have the guts, you can take me on in this totally different situation, and I assure you it will have a completely different outcome than last time. This time you will certainly die."
Aida flipped her staff to signal the start of the fight, "Quit your droning. The faster you shut your mouth, the faster I can break it."
They slowly started making their circles again. It was just like 5000 years ago. Two fighters, one battlefield, and no definite outcome were all too familiar to all three of them. There was a faint breeze and all was quiet. The afternoon sun was crisping their skin. The only sounds gracing the landscape were their ragged breathing from the adrenaline pumping through their veins waiting the first strike. Aida watched Bakura's face closely when she saw his jaw tighten. He swung his staff from the right. She easily blocked the opening move, but from previous experience she knew he would throw a mirrored hit. He tried to punch from the left seconds after the staff from the right distracted her. She was expecting it, ducked down underneath the attack, and jabbed the end of her staff at his stomach. He had been expecting it and brought up his knee. It threw off her staff and just grazed her jaw before her lightning fast reflexes reacted. She fell backwards to the ground, but before he could jam his staff into her, she flung her feet above her head and used one hand to push herself up onto one arm and flip over completely back onto her feet.
Dayan watched every move flash past him faster than he could even comprehend them. They were both extremely fast and quick to judge certain moves. They were almost precognitive being able to dodge the blows that his eyes could barely see flash past. They were blurs of white and black. Their fluent movements made the fight completely silent leaving the air filled with the sounds of Aida's coat whipping with her movements and their quick exhales of breath when they would throw a hit. It was a match of masters that was worth TV coverage around the world. They were indeed the best of the best, and no one on this earth had more experience than them. Bakura was a natural. The years in the Millennium Ring had not taken a day off of his skills, but Ryou's body seemed to increase his agility and flexibility. Aida, on the other hand, had indeed improved her skill. She was fighting move for move with Bakura. 5000 years had heightened her senses and increased her strength far beyond what a woman of her size should have been able to exert. It was a scene to marvel at, yet Dayan merely let his heart race at the sidelines silently praying for Ra to be with her.
Bakura suddenly charged at her and threw his blows as fast as his reflexes could react. Aida was using all her concentration to block every single one, but she had to keep backing up little by little to keep her composure. Was he trying to corner her? It was not going to work. Every time it looked like he was closing in on her, she would kick herself off of the boundary behind her and be at his side. He started to throw his blows faster along with a few well placed fakes. It was in her concentration to decipher what hit he was really trying to land that he had slowly moved her over to the edge of the building. She was on the edge. She had neither footing nor room enough to try and flip over or around him. He continued his assault, and the mere force of his blows made her loose her foothold on the rooftop. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt herself falling backwards.
"Ateyda!!," Dayan screamed as he watched her disappear.
It all happened in a few seconds. She lost her footing, the wind started to whip around her as Bakura became further and further away, and then she slammed into something hard and metal. The moment she hit, she heard the metal crunch from her fall, but whatever she had landed on was moving. The moving object caused her to start to roll. She reached out and grabbed the closest thing to give her a grip. She caught a hold of a ledge and her body's momentum caught up with whatever she had fallen on. She pulled herself up on the vehicle below her as it started to slow a bit. It was a black limo, and when she fell, she had grabbed the open sunroof ledge. She pulled herself back up to a standing position when the limo increased its speed again as if no one had just fallen on its roof. The back of the limo gave a jerk and she looked back to see Bakura pulling himself onto it as well. The wind whipped through their hair as they stared at each other. This was a feat that would require their skills. Bakura had the same idea she had as he continued the fight and tried to kick her face from the right. She ducked down and caught his ankle with her staff. With a flick of her wrist, he came crashing down onto the limo's already slightly caved roof. He quickly flung himself back up again only to meet her awaiting fist. He quickly swung his staff around to meet it. She cried out and held her sprained hand while he came closer. He aimed a well placed punch toward her face, but when she ducked quickly, releasing her hand to get a better grip on her staff, he swung his staff at her feet causing her to fall back and crash down on the roof of the moving vehicle. He laid his staff down on her ankles the moment she hit so she could not get up as fast as normal. He grabbed her leg just above her ankle and lifted her into the air upside down. He laughed as he held her over the fast moving pavement. She looked down at the ground horrified knowing that there was nothing that could save her from that drop, but he had her so far out from the limo that she was in the other lane of traffic. She quickly had to swing herself out of the way before a speeding motorcycle nearly decapitated her, and much to her amazement, Bakura threw her back onto the limo once again. He was watching the motorcycle that had just gone past. The Millennium Ring was glowing and he had a hungry look in his eyes.
"We'll have to finish this later," he said right before he jumped from the moving limo and darted into an alleyway disappearing. She got up and tried to look for any signs of him, but he was gone. She retracted her staff and stuck it into her pocket. He had bailed for some reason. She could not understand his reasoning or what he had planned, but she had a feeling it was not good.
She was about to hop down from the limo as well when something grabbed onto her ankle once again and she was sent crashing into the limo's decrepit roof. This time she was pulled down toward the end of the limo and yanked violently through the sunroof. She came through with a painful landing inside the limo on the floor. It was extremely dark from the tinted windows, but she could see a pair of cold eyes watching her from the seat in front of her.
"I'm sorry about your roof, but what the hell is your problem?," she yelled pulling herself into a sitting position trying to make sure all of her vertebrae were still in tact.
"It's strange. You just fell from the sky," a raspy, all too familiar voice said.
"K-Kaiba?," she asked. If it was not one Millennium item wielder, it was another.
Seto Kaiba leaned forward to greet her, "Indeed."
"Look, I don't know what you want, but if you could just stop the car and let me out, it'd be great," she said coldly.
He throated a response of amusement, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to come with me."
"What? What the hell do you want?"
His cold glare returned, "I want to know who you are."
'He doesn't remember'
He continued, "I know you from somewhere, and I want to know where."
"Well, I don't know. You don't know me, and I don't know you. So let's stop these little rendezvous, ok?" She moved toward the door to get out, but he blocked her way.
"You're lying."
She sighed, "What the hell do you care anyway? Someone of your status shouldn't be worrying about someone he doesn't know and who doesn't have anything he wants."
That was not true. He could not simply voice the fact that her image filled his dreams. He could not get her face out of his head. He knew her from somewhere, but even going through every memory he could possibly conjure, he could not think of where he had known her from. When he had researched every thing he could on her, he saw that her whole life she had been running from place to place. Mostly in her younger years she stayed in a small area of northern Japan, but just recently within the last few years, she had been everywhere from America to India to Australia and everywhere in between. He could not recall their paths ever crossing aside from a few days before, but he knew her. The only way he could get on with his company and forget about her completely was if he could purge her from his system, and the only way to do that was to force her to do it for him. If he could only get her to tell him who the hell she really was, then maybe he could return to his usual self and get back into more familiar thoughts.
"I assure you that I have my best interests at heart," he said not giving away a single thing, "You know what I want to know from you. Who are you really?"
"I am the only me there is," she replied not wanting to spark even the slightest bit of memory within him. The less he remembered the better. As she took in her surroundings like any real warrior had the tendency to do, she noticed that Kaiba still kept lavish surroundings just like in the past. It was no surprise. He acted like anything that did not cost a fortune was a mockery to his very existence. There was something different this time. She felt no powerful presence in him, and furthermore she did not see a Millennium item in sight. Surely he wielded one just as Yami and Bakura did.
A beep came from Kaiba. She looked over confused as he grabbed the corner of his left lapel. Suddenly a voice came from it with a slight bit of panic.
"Seto, Yugi's duel disk isn't transmitting a signal anymore," said the voice that seemed to belong to a little boy.
Kaiba opened up his laptop quickly to see that Yugi was no where to be seen on the map of Battle City. What happened? He bet it had something to do with these rare hunters everyone is so fearful about. He needed to get back to headquarters. They could figure out what was going on when they got there. It looked as if someone was blocking his signal.
"Mokuba, I'm off to Kaiba Corp. I'll call back when I find him," he responded back. He looked up to tell Aida she would have to come, but he was looking at an empty cab. He did not hear anything on the roof. He turned around to look out the back window and saw her standing in the limo's wake bidding him adieu. She turned and disappeared into the crowd.
"Clever," he said to himself, "I'll have to keep closer watch next time."
Honda and Anzu had been running down the streets looking for any trace of where they might find Yugi, but not one clue arose as to his whereabouts. They momentarily stopped to catch their breath, and Honda leaned against a building then slid down to the ground.
"This city is huge, and I've already searched it thoroughly myself. We are going to need some help if we expect to get to him," Honda said panting.
Anzu leaned against the wall as well, "Who do you suggest we ask help for? It's not like just anyone can help us find a friend who disappeared into thin air."
With a blur of yellow, they saw Mokuba rushing past them.
"Mokuba!," Honda called out, "What's the hurry?"
"Honda?," Mokuba asked as he came to a sudden halt.
"Mokuba," Anzu pleaded, "You've got to help us. Yugi's gone missing. He went into a building and disappeared."
"I know," he responded, "Seto just found out where he is. You can follow me, but you have to keep up."
"Let's go," Honda said not wanting to waste anymore time.
Bakura ran down the alleyways. He could hear the engine of the motorcycle roaring as it careened through the back streets of Domino. He picked up his pace to dart around the corners of buildings to get an advantage on his fast-moving prey. He needed more open space to move. He ran up a flight of old, wrought iron stairs attached to a decrepit building. He found himself on a flat rooftop that overlooked the section of short buildings in the city. He could still hear the rider close by, so he needed to move quickly. He took off at breakneck speed. The edge of the building came closer, and as soon as he had reached it, he launched himself off the ledge and landed with perfect poise onto the next building's rooftop. He could hear the biker riding along his right side. The next building was much taller than the one he was on, but that did not stop him. He kept up his pace not losing his balance one degree from his landing and raced to the next edge of the building. He kicked himself from the ledge of the building as hard as he could, enabling him to grab a bar of a broken fire escape dangling in the air. He changed his body's momentum to another direction and swung himself over to an emergency exit. The biker was turned toward him. He needed to keep up this pace. There was a staircase leading from the doorway to his left. It curved three times in opposite directions and was at least 50 feet long. As soon as he landed, he punched a hole in a window and ripped the frame off completely. It was a sturdy wood that would do fine. He placed it beneath his feet and pushed off to slide very quickly down the very steep steps. As the first turn came, he grabbed the corner of the railing to launch himself in the opposite direction. He did the same for the second turn all the while his speed was increasing by the second. The last turn was coming up, but he heard the biker one street over. A road directly in front of the staircase's last turn delved into the ground underneath a set of railroad tracks. He watched the traffic going by and timed it perfectly. He came up on the railing around the last turn, and leapt off of the window frame stepping off the rails for extra air time. He was flying through the air directly toward the busy road of traffic below. His feet hit the top of a semi-truck, and he had to blindly leap into the next lane of traffic headed the other way before the railway bridge crushed his skull. He landed on a car's roof making it sink in half a foot. He watched the fencing on the other side go by and he leapt for it grabbing on to its metal grid and climbing up fast as lightning. The biker was coming straight for him. He ran down another alleyway hearing it skid through a harrowing turn. Just as it was about to pass him, he leapt into its path making the driver turn sideways into a stop.
The biker took off his helmet to reveal platinum blonde hair and striking lavender eyes. He glared over at the man who had stepped into his path before saying, "Who the hell are you?"
"That is not important," Bakura replied opening his jacket to reveal the Millennium Ring, "Now just hand over that Millennium Rod and there won't be bloodshed. Anyone who tries to stop me will die."
"Why do you want my Millennium Rod?," the blonde asked curiously.
"I'm collecting all the Millennium items," he responded, "For when I wield them all, the world will be in my hands."
'He knows about the Millennium items,' the lavender-eyed man thought, 'but if the thinks that is the ultimate power, he'll be terribly surprised when I take over. The Pharaoh's power is much stronger, and I plan to take it in the Battle City tournament! My rare hunter, Arkana is dealing with the ancient ruler now, but I always have a back up plan. I will get what I want one way or another.' He smirked as he spoke, "My name is Malik."
"And I am Bakura," he replied.
Malik brought out the Millennium Rod and gazed lovingly at it before looking back up at Bakura, "I'll give you this Millennium Rod if you do something for me first. I'm not interested in the Millennium items. I want the Pharaoh's life. If you help me, the Millennium Rod is yours."
Bakura smirked, "How about I just take it by force instead?"
"We can fight if you like," Malik replied, "but let me tell you that I know where several other Millennium items are."
Bakura ignored him, "Let's have a duel right here. My Millennium Ring versus your Millennium Rod in a match of winner takes all." Malik nodded and the whole surrounding area grew dark. Light started to emanate from their Millennium items as they started the fight. They glared into each other's eyes promising a quick death to each other, but just as they battle got underway, Malik felt Bakura pulling back.
"On second thought," he said shrugging, "I don't think I would lose, but having thought it over some more I realize that you and I are fighting for the same reason. We are fighting against the same foe. My plan is that the easiest way to defeat Yugi, is to get to his friends first."
"Done," Malik agreed, "The power of the Millennium Rod will make it simple. I'll go after his friends myself."
"Their friendship is extremely strong," Bakura said leaning against a building, "I hope you don't get in over your head. Pitting them against each other will not be an easy task."
"I can handle it," Malik sneered, "No one can resist my magic."
'We'll see about that,' Bakura thought, 'I'll just play along for now, and I'll use you to get everything I want.'
'This idiot has taken my bait,' Malik thought staring at Bakura's confident smile, 'With his help, taking the Pharaoh's powers will be that much easier. When I get what is rightfully mine, I'll kill him. I'll make him think I'm his ally until he gets me what I want.'
"This is what I want to do," Malik began, "I want you to enter the Battle City tournament and try to get into the finals. If you can do that much, then you can help me get the three Egyptian God Cards."
"And then you'll hand over the Millennium item?," Bakura asked with a hiss in his voice.
"Yes," Malik nodded, "There is also one other thing you should know. There is a woman protecting the Pharaoh. She will prove troublesome, but leave her to me."
"Wait," Bakura stopped him, "I will help you, but if I am going to agree to do these things for you, you will relinquish her to me."
Malik studied him, "I will hand her over when I am finished with her."
Bakura sneered, "What preoccupation do you have with her?"
Malik laughed sardonically, "I should be asking you the same. What do you want with her?"
"I want to kill her," he said slowly, "I want to bathe in her blood, and watch her suffer through her last dying breaths. Is that good enough for you?"
Malik smirked, "I agree she is a hindrance. Once I am finished with her, you may do with her as you wish. I do not care. Just keep yourself occupied with the tournament for now, and I'll deal with her and Yugi's friends." They both nodded and went their separate ways. It was time to begin the end of Yugi and the Pharaoh.
"Watch out," Honda said pushing the rest of them away from the door a bit, "I'll take care of this." They had been trying to break open the door Yugi was behind for half an hour with no avail. It was solid and bolted to its frame. There were strange sounds coming from the room. There was a strange hum along with several shouts and screams. They were all afraid that they might not be able to get into the room in time. Honda summed up all the strength he could muster and ran at the door with as much force he could exert. He hit hard and wondered if his bones would break before the door would, but he heard the crunch of metal as it began to give. He pulled back and rammed it again. His body was screaming for him to stop. The sting on his skin ran all the way through his bones which were threatening to shatter at any moment. With a final ram, his shoulder slammed into the door with a sickening crack and it flew out of its frame and into the room beyond. He moved his shoulder a bit letting it pop back into place painfully, but then charged into the room with the others following suit.
"Yugi?!," Anzu called out.
"Hey guys," a Yugi's saddened voice greeted them. The same thing ran through all of their minds. 'Thank god.'
Honda ran over to him, "Yugi! Are you alright?! Who's that?" There was a strange man in Yugi's arms that was dressed in the most horrendous purple striped outfit they had ever seen.
"One of Malik's rare hunters. His name is Arkana," Yugi replied as Honda helped lift Arkana off of him as he was struggling under the man's weight.
"Arkana?," Anzu asked.
"Yeah," Yugi replied, "Malik tricked him into dueling me."
"How?," Honda asked curiously.
"He made a promise to Arkana. He promised to bring back a loved one, but Malik, in his selfish greed, lied," Yugi was now shaking with anger which was very unlike him.
"Yugi? Are you ok?," Anzu asked softly.
"I'm so sick of Malik!," he shouted, "People's emotions and lives are nothing to him! He doesn't even know Yami, but he wants to kill him and take everything from him. Even his followers are betrayed. He's sick!"
They all stared at him for a moment not knowing how to respond. It was only when Yami came out that Yugi calmed down. The transparent spirit gazed over at Yugi sympathetically, yet his voice was strong and stern.
"Yugi, there is nothing you can do about that," Yami began, "Malik does not care about anyone but himself, and getting yourself worked up over it is not going to change that."
Yugi hung his head, "I know. I just can't help but feel like I'm helpless. I feel like I'm just a pawn in his game."
"Yugi. . .," Yami said getting close to Yugi's face, "You and I have defeated him every time he has sent his pawns after us. He has not come any closer to the Millennium Puzzle, and we won't let him get close anyway," he stroked Yugi's cheek lovingly, "Do not lose hope for I have faith in our abilities. Malik will not win this war. I will not let him."
"Yugi?," Anzu asked cautiously.
"Sorry, Anzu," Yugi said looking up with a small smile on his face, "I just spaced there for a second."
"I'm glad you're ok," Mokuba said coming up, "Although I have to say that Seto has been looking for you. Just wait for tomorrow Yugi, my brother will want to duel you."
Yugi merely nodded, "I'll be ready, but I think I've had enough for one day." They all nodded a voiced their agreement as they walked out and departed down their different streets toward home. Yugi was walking silently not saying a word to Yami even though his transparent form stayed right beside him and eyed him the entire time. What was he thinking about? Yami knew he was asking more of him than he deserved. He was asking Yugi to put his life on the line to help aid Yami in his battle. He was asking him to put himself in dangerous situations that no youth should ever have to experience. If he thought about it, all the stuff that he had put Yugi through was astronomical. How many teens could say they had dueled a sinister game creator via a video tape, beat the unbeatable game master, was now fighting against a new evil that could control people's minds, not to mention being possessed by the spirit of an ancient Egyptian Pharaoh, and all the while teaming up with him in a battle to save the entire earth from deadly destruction? He highly doubted that was on a 'What I did this summer' essay.
Aida was walking slowly down the street toward her apartment. The shops were just about to close and the sun was setting on the calming city streets. Most of the duelists had gone home after a hard day of dueling. She walked past a few elderly gentlemen sitting on a bench. They looked uneasily at her. It was not the most endearing appearance to be walking down the street in a black trench coat with a sword dangling from a waist belt. She ignored everyone around her. She had too much on her mind. Was that really Mito that she saw? It could not have been an apparition. Since she fell from the rooftop in her fight with Bakura, she had long since lost track of him. She was not worried. She needed a break to give her nervous system time to recuperate from the shock. Yet even as she had discovered the Tomb Robber was in modern times along with her brother, it had been days since she had seen Yami. He could be in danger at that very moment and she would not be there to fight at his side. She looked at the ground in shame. Was she really going to let her own emotions get in the way of her vow to him?
"Absolutely not!," she cried suddenly out loud shocking a few passerby. What had she been doing? She mentally scolded herself. How could she? In her shock that he had no memories, she had let her stupid moral emotions get in her way. It had been centuries since she let that happen, and she would not let it happen anymore. Even if she could not touch him, kiss him, caress his warm skin, or lay by his side at night, she was not going to let her own feelings get in the way of his safety. She had promised him long ago that she would always be there for him and protect him in his time of need.
"You don't remember me, but I remember you."
She turned suddenly to the display window of a music store. The lyrics caught her attention. Did they just say what she thought they said?
"I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you."
Her eyes were wide and she slowly approached the TV screen displayed in the window. She did not follow music, so the band was foreign to her. Yet as she listened, the lyrics were speaking her thoughts. It was if she were pouring her soul in a mirror.
"But who can decide what they dream, and dream I do."
She walked up very close to the glass and put her hands up trying to touch the image in front of her. Was there someone out there going through what she had? Not likely, but what about their pains? Did they hurt just as bad as she?
"I believe in you. I'll give up everything just to find you."
Did they have someone so close, but they could not reach them? Had they loved someone so bad that the moment they strayed but a few feet away it was like someone had ripped their very flesh from their bones?
"I'll give up everything just to find you."
It repeated in her head. All those years of searching, she was not going to waste it all on her emotions. All those millennia she had waited for when he would return for one reason; to protect him. She would do it even if she had to give her blood, her life, and even her soul just to help him on his journey.
"Aida?," she heard a deep, velvety voice greet her. Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes were wide from being shocked out of her trance, but even more so because of the person who had done it.
She slowly turned from her place very close to the shop's window to look over at those beautiful Egyptian eyes. He looked exquisite. The setting sun cast blood red light around his silhouette. His blonde bangs accented his gorgeous face while a small breeze quietly blew them and his coat which he was wearing like a cape. It reminded her of the purple velvet cape he used to wear thousands of years ago. It seemed that some style you just cannot beat out of someone. He was breathtaking.
"Yami," she barely whispered as she was caught in awe of his radiant beauty.
"I have to be with you."
"Where have you been?," he asked quietly as he took a few slow steps forward.
"I had some things I needed to take care of," she said keeping her voice completely steady, "I'm sorry I was gone that long. I did not mean to disappear for so long, but I assure you that I am here now. I will not leave your side. I will help you in this battle."
"To live, to breathe, you're taking over me."
"You will?," he asked curiously, "Why?"
"Because I promised you I would always be right by your side," she replied with strength in her voice, "a very long time ago."
"Have you forgotten all I know and all we had?"
His heart was beating extremely hard. All that she had told him about the past he did not remember, but in his heart standing there right at that moment, it became clear. It was all true. Every nerve in his body yearned to reach out. It seemed like the only thing in that foreign world that felt familiar. He walked closer to her and heard her ragged breathing. To the eyes, she looked very composed, but he could sense the blood in her veins burning with desire and hope yet her mind was trying to deny it. Her moon colored eyes had turned a bright, apple red in the sun's light. Her cold features seemed to soften in the fading light. How far would he let himself go? He only knew the story she had told to him, and nothing else about her. Yet he felt every one of his conscious and unconscious thoughts pointing to her.
Why was he looking at her like that? He had gotten extremely close. Her heart was pounding inside her head. His immense beauty was threatening to take a hold of her senses and make her forget her composure; may dignity be damned. She could not slow her breathing. She did not know how to react. She had never been in the situation where she could be so close to him, and wrapping her arms around him would be extremely uncouth. Why did the gods have to damn and torture her like this?
"You saw me mourning my love for you and touched my hand. I knew you loved me then."
Yami got even closer to her unable to prevent his legs from carrying him there, "I want to remember."
Her insides wrenched in pain. Ra, this was so cruel. He was there in his unbridled godliness, open for taking, and yet she had to leave him there with coldness where his warm body was supposed to be pressed against hers. She swallowed the lump in her throat, "Maybe it was not meant to be."
She saw a flash of some emotion deep within his eyes, but she could not read it. He walked up to her until he was an inch from her face, "I don't believe that. If it wasn't meant to be, then why do I constantly feel like half of my heart is calling me from within you?" They were mere inches apart. They could feel each other's breath upon their lips. He looked up into her shaking, gray eyes and said, "My whole life in this time, I've never known what to think. I only know what I feel. I understand how hard it must have been on you all these years. I may not have lived all those years like you had to, but I was never fully unconscious while trapped in the scattered pieces of the puzzle. The time I was in there was not quick like a peaceful sleep. The whole entire time I was tortured with wondering where I was and if I even existed. The truth is, that I've never told anyone, not even aibou, that all those millennia in the puzzle I felt something calling out to me. It was the only truth I could find that I even existed and that maybe I was not trapped in an eternal hell. It helped keep me sane, and now I finally know what it was."
She tried to read his face, but he kept it well hidden, "What?"
"It was you," he said then very slowly made his lips meet hers.
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