Halloween Update! Mwahaha! This chapter's a bit short, but I thought this would be the best place to end it. I'm glad people liked my fight scene, too. I thought it was a bit iffy. Review thanks to UnknownDarkMystery, Anei Aikouka, T.Lei, and Lluvia (none of whom are annoying in the least).
Disclaimer? See Chapter 3.
Here's to the story and the hope that no one eggs my house tonight!
Chapter 4 – Unexpected
Yami Bakura fumed silently to himself in front of the fireplace. Even though he had vented his anger at his hikari, he was still not in the best of moods. He had been careless back in the alley. He should not have been cut, especially by that idiot mortal.
Grimly, he pulled back his sleeve to examine his arm. It still bled, the red liquid creeping around his forearm and making it appear worse.
Wonderful.
Outside, the trained ears of the tomb robber picked up the soft crunching of snow. Bakura was home.
The front door opened quietly, then closed again. There was silence for a few seconds before the footsteps retreated up the stairs.
Yami Bakura reflected back on the one-sided conversation earlier. So his hikari wished he would disappear, did he? Well he was going to be sorely disappointed.
He gazed down at his arm, now stained red with the warm liquid. Bitterly, he brought it to his mouth and began to lap up the blood. The coppery taste spread across his tongue, and he felt his anger begin to evaporate. Though drinking blood would often turn a mortal stomach, the spirit found it rather satisfying.
Focusing his attention completely on the slash, he didn't hear the footsteps return until they were right behind him. His head snapped up as Bakura came slowly toward him.
"Er, yami, I'm sorry about – Yami! Your arm!"
Yami Bakura glared at him. He was not in the mood to answer questions or listen to some talk about his getting into fights. Catching his look, Bakura opened his mouth, then closed it again and turned and left for the kitchen.
Yami Bakura snorted, distaste for his host still lingering a little. He returned to his wound, noticing that more blood had streamed out while his attention had been diverted. He ran his tongue the length of it to keep it from falling to the floor.
Quietly, Bakura reentered the room and to the spirit's surprise, sat down next to him.
"Don't do that, yami, you'll make it worse," he said softly.
Gently, he took his yami's arm and moved it closer to him. Setting down the small bowl of warm water he'd been carrying, he dipped his handkerchief in it and pressed it tightly against the wound.
Yami Bakura stared at him, oblivious to the sudden sting. What…?
The spirit watched in stunned silence while Bakura carefully cleaned the gash. Why…why was he doing this? Especially after he'd just finished chewing him out…
When he was finished, the boy took a roll of bandages out of his pocket and began to wrap them around his arm, firmly, but not tight enough to hurt. Not even enough to hurt…
"There." He tied the bandage off lightly and let go of his yami's wrist. Yami Bakura blinked and brought his arm back, staring blankly down at the now-dressed wound. Why…?
Bakura gave him a tiny smile. The boy's eyes were completely honest, hiding nothing. Then he stood and left quietly up the stairs.
The spirit stared at the space where he'd been long after his hikari had left from view. It took a moment for what had happened to sink in.
His host had…helped him. But…
Why?
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