"How did I die?"
Bakura nearly dropped the knife he was polishing and looked over at Jyonouchi. The blond was sitting on the windowseat, gaze turned to the night sky, arms wrapped around his knees. He looked almost peaceful... if not for that abrupt question.
The thief decided to play dumb: "Well, you nearly drowned once, and you were fried by Ra, and yadonushi mentioned something once about electrocution--"
"No, Kura," Jyonouchi interrupted, turning his attention from the sky to his lover instead. His eyes were strangely serious for once. "How did I die three thousand years ago? How did Jyonou die?"
Bakura didn't want to answer that question. The memory was still too much, even with his Jyonou reincarnate sitting right in front of him. Silver eyes clouded and he looked away.
"Why now?"
"Because I can't remember it," came the quiet reply, just before the sound of feet padding across the floor. Slender arms wrapped around Bakura from behind and Jyonouchi rested his cheek on the older man's hair. "I try and try but I don't see it at all. I have to know, Kura, please."
The thief was shaking his head again. "I can't, Jyonou. Not now."
The blond was quiet for a moment before nodding, tightening his hold on his lover. "Okay, love," he said softly. "Not now. But someday? Soon?"
Bakura wondered again why Jyonouchi was asking about this now; instead of asking, though, he just nodded. He couldn't speak of it now, but the next time his Jyonou asked he would try to tell him.
And maybe with the telling his guilt would finally fade away.
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