// ~ // Ryou to Bakura
/ ~/ Bakura to Ryou
Ryou's POVI curled into myself, my body becoming a tight ball as my sheets wound around me. I knew it was morning, but I didn't want to get up yet. I tossed and turned a bit before sniffing a little, finally deciding that I wasn't going to drag this out.
Cautiously peering out of my soul room, I gingerly made my way across the small dark space that separated me from my yami and knocked the door of his soul room.
// Yami…are you there? // I gently tapped on his soul room door as I called out to him.
/ What is it Yadounoshi? / I gasped in shock as I stared at my other half, he…he…looked horrible! His eyes were all bloodshot…his skin was so pale…so, so pale…I was sorry for him, really sorry for him. I put a hand to my mouth to stop myself from crying. He looked so desolate, so lost…so lonely. Even when he was me, when it just the two of us, he didn't look this way. Granted, he had me to 'occupy' his time with, but at least then, he looked alive. Now, he just looked dead. It was if he had lost all will to live.
I suppose I had to be strong for the both of us now. I took a deep breath and started, // Yami…I think that…//
/ We should leave? / He ended the sentence for me, not surprising me really. After a while, these sort things get sort of…casual…
// Yes, and I will not take no for an answer //
I cringed as I awaited his retort. He may have looked weak, but my yami was no one to mess with and no one knew that better than me. He hated it when someone ordered him about, but I had no choice now. I had to get away from here. To think, to run away, to…anything…as long as I was away from here.
I was thoroughly surprised when he said nothing and just tiredly nodded his head, the simple action looking as if it was taking all of his energy to do so.
/ When you pack, don't forget to take some of my clothes /
// Knives? // I asked timidly, I never really liked them, but at this rate, anything to make my yami happy.
Imagine my surprise when he shook his head again.
/ I have no more use for them…when and how will we leave? /
Good question.
// I was going to call Seto and… // I shrug, I hadn't really thought about that yet. Trust my yami to burst my bubble even when he was being sensible.
/Hm…/
He was thinking about it??
/ Good choice, he will not ask questions nor revel what has happened. He might even provide for us if needed. Call him Yadounoshi. Let me know of the outcome when you are done. Now leave me Yadounoshi. I am in no mood to listen to you anymore. /
I gulp, nod and leave as he quietly shuts the door instead of slamming it in my face as usual.
I really don't know if I should be happy that he has mellowed or start crying because he is no long my yami.
Well, I had more important matters at hand, now that my yami had agreed to us leaving. But where would we go? To England, back to mothers old home? To Egypt with my father? I shook my head and sighed. This was going to take longer than I expected.
Bakura's POVI wasn't surprised when that idiot called for me. I…well…we have been subconsciously planning this leaving of Domino for a long time, but we just didn't realize it up till now. I suppose it has to do with me wanting to leave that blasted Pharaoh again and with that baka finally coming to face his denial. The Pharaoh's relationship with the High Priest won't last. It didn't in the past and it isn't likely to now.
I am tired. I truly am. I spent three thousand foolish years waiting for him and look what happened. I am such an idiot.
Still…
Three thousand years and I still haven't gotten over him. This is such a laugh.
Back then; it was me, the Pharaoh and the High Priest, now it's my idiot of a reincarnation, the Pharaoh's puny re-embodiment and the High Priest's re-birth. Unlike the Pharaoh and myself, the High Priest was directly reincarnated into his new (old) body. Lucky him, he forgot all his memories. Unlucky me, I had three thousand years to ponder over mine. The Pharaoh to lost his memory. I nearly died, again, when I found out that he didn't remember me and thought I was the bad guy. I suppose that was when I started on my Sennen Item quest. Until about a year back, no one knew the real reason why I wanted all the Sennen Items.
Ok, I suppose I went overboard when I demanded for his puzzle, but it was I use to do that all the time back then. I thought he might remember something if I just continued to do what I use to. But it didn't work.
I know that idiot of a reincarnation thinks that I look sick but won't say a thing. I suppose it's a good thing that I conditioned him this way. He doesn't ask question and does what he's told quickly. I do beat him, but only when he moves too slowly or has interfered with my plans. Otherwise, I'd ignore him and vice versa. Works for the both of us really.
I know why I hit him. He doesn't. No one does. Not even that all-knowing Pharaoh.
I hit him…because he is me.
No. He was me. I am no longer the weakling that I used to be, nor will I ever be again. I didn't want him to end up like me. But I guess it was futile. He did end up like me. Only thing was, instead of falling for the 'Pharaoh', the 'Tomb Robber' fell for the High Priest. Well, that has a bloody interesting outcome didn't it? Save to say, I wasn't quite surprised when it happened.
I actually feel happy that we're leaving this place. That idiot is right. It's time we left and try to start a new. Who knows maybe one day, we'll come back here. I don't blame the High Priest for being with the Pharaoh. Heck. I don't even blame the Pharaoh for what happened.
Yes. I do blame myself.
And because of that, I realize that I am, after three thousand years, ready to move. It is time that I left the past where it's supposed to be, behind me.
Taking a deep breath, I open the door of my soul room, effectively opening the link to my other half.
/ What happens now? /