Note for a lilmatchgirl: Well, I could have Bakura loot Seto's, house... I love that idea, but I'd better not. I'll get lynched. Hehee.
Brave New World 6
Yami Bakura POV
I must have fallen asleep waiting for Kaiba to finish talking with the Pharaoh because when I wake up he has carried me into his room. I am lying on his bed and he is leant over me, looking down with dark eyes.
"How do you feel?" He asks me, and I cannot help thinking that is an odd question.
"How should I feel?" I reply. Numb, old, tired, broken, used…? I feel nothing.
As is expected of me I pull my shirt off over my head and let it fall to the floor, pausing when he catches my wrist.
"You don't have to keep doing this…" He says, and I wonder if the pharaoh has offered him a better deal.
"I have already agreed to this." I tell him quietly.
"It's killing you." He argues, and I do not care that he knows.
"This whole world is killing me." I say simply, then close my eyes and turn my head away to signal that this is all the talking I wish to do, and he should get on with this. I am not allowed my own way, though. He is the master pulling my strings for now.
"Not tonight." He says, keeping me pinned beneath him. "Just talk to me."
I look up at him with nothing in my eyes and do as he says because he is the one who will send me home.
"What did Pharaoh want?" I ask, wishing that he would just let me go if he does not want me tonight.
"He tried to convince me that you're some monster." Kaiba smirks, looking down at me here, placid beneath him.
"He is right." I tell him, staring evenly back into his eyes. It is true. I am more of a monster than anyone pharaoh has fought. Most of them were insane; I always knew exactly what I was doing. Why I did everything does not matter – nobody ever cares about that part.
"He used to think I was a monster, too." Kaiba says, moving so he's lying next to me, propped up on his elbow. This way he can still watch me; I want to curl up but I force myself to lie still.
"Were you?" I ask.
"Yes." He replies easily. He doesn't seem to care.
"Will you ever tell this child about me?" I ask in a distant voice, knowing that I will never see it grow. I do not know if I regret that or not, but if I stay here in all this light and noise I will lose my mind.
"Would you want me to?" He asks, surprised by my question. He has a dark look in his eyes because I have admitted that I will not be here.
"No." I would not want to know, if it were me.
"What are you going to do when you get to Egypt?"
I am going to die. I look up at the ceiling as he turns out the lamp, planning on going back to my own room as soon as he falls asleep.
"I will find somewhere quiet to live." I murmur, lying because what I am really going to do is find somewhere quiet to die. I just want to see what Kuru Eruna has become, and it can see what has become of me. Once I am gone there will be no one left to remember it and we can all rest in peace.
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I cannot bear this much longer. I do not think I will last like this, I should be carrying his child by now but there is nothing, and each day I think that perhaps it will never happen. Perhaps I will be his false lover forever. Perhaps I should just forget about going back to Kuru Eruna and just die here, now.
Kaiba had me come downstairs to eat today so that he could watch me like the interesting specimen I am to him. I did as he asked but did not eat much because the lights were too bright. I said nothing, though.
After the meal he left to call his brother and I stood beside the window, drinking a glass of water and watching the night. Even the water tastes different in this time. I stood there watching the darkness, thinking about nothing so that when an outside light was triggered by something I was startled, and dropped my glass. It shattered on the floor, so I picked up the pieces and cleaned it away, then sat down again away from the window and waited for Kaiba to come back. I did not even notice my shredded hands until he pointed out to me that I was bleeding. Then I just looked down at the blood dripping from my fingers and decided that I wanted to go back to my room. I tried to walk away but Kaiba caught me; now I am in his room and he is bandaging my hands up. I am tired, I want to sleep.
"Does it hurt?" He asks, tying off the bandage. I am glad he does not tell me to be more careful next time, I am not some foolish child. I just do not care.
"I cannot feel it." I tell him, wondering if I will be in pain later or if I am numb on the outside as well. Kaiba looks worried, as though I am in shock. I am not. There was a lot of blood but the wounds were small and shallow.
"You look pale." He says. I am always pale.
"I did not bleed as a spirit." It is strange to see my own blood, from my own body. I hate it, it reminds me how fragile this form is. I am tired. "May I go?" I ask in a whisper, and he reluctantly lets me. I need to sleep – close my eyes and stop thinking.
I am losing my mind…
TBC
That was a slightly boring filler chapter, because I'm good at those. O.o