Rerunshipping (Yami no Bakura x Noa)
Noa's memories were in a constant rerun. He didn't need to sleep while in the virtual world, but he did so anyway out of habit; the lack of a physical subconscious meant that the virtual world tried to compensate by giving him constant dreams. But the dreams were nothing more than a continuous stream of memories from before the virtual world. They only left Noa feeling worse than ever before, and he stopped sleeping.
So once he was out and in the real world, through a miracle that no one could explain, he still feared sleeping. What would he dream about in the real world? He was afraid to find out. He would spend as long as possible trying not to sleep: spending hours reading in the library, or wandering around the Kaiba mansion to see what had changed since he had last been there, flipping through Duel Monsters cards, even surfing the Internet if he got desperate enough (computers still unnerved him a little, as though they might suck him back in). Eventually he would drop of exhaustion, but an exhausted sleep never gave him dreams.
Tonight, though, none of those options appealed to him. He tossed and turned in the bed, trying his best not to sleep. It wasn't working very well, because his eyes were starting to feel heavy, and the bed really was comfortable...
He shot straight up before he could fall asleep. He had to do something – anything! – to escape the reruns.
He slid out of bed and padded over to the huge windows. After a moment's though, he pulled open the sliding door and stepped through onto the balcony. The night was cool and refreshing, and it wiped Noa's tiredness away instantly. He leaned against the railing, counting the stars while he let the night breeze wash over him.
A motion caught his eye, somewhere down in the garden. He looked directly at it, curious. Who would be out in the garden at this time of night?
For a moment, he saw nothing. Then a slight, dark figure darted across the gardens. Noa leaned over the railing. Who was that? They didn't look familiar. The figure darted across the path, through a patch of moonlight. This time, Noa caught a glimpse of shiny white hair...
For some reason, a feeling of dread settled over him. He stared down into the garden for a moment longer. Then he backed away from the balcony, suddenly wishing he was back inside.
Yami no Bakura considered with great interest the boy that had previously been leaning over the balcony. A small, green-haired boy no older than Kaiba's runt of a brother, there was something about him that attracted Bakura's attention. What exactly was it? Was it the fact that Bakura had never seen him before? Or was it the aura of not belonging that intrigued him...?
He hit on it suddenly. The boy was supposed to be dead. Bakura had an eye for spirits, being one himself, and he knew a dead soul when he saw one. But something had changed. Someone had managed to reignite his soul and breathe new life into him...that was a powerful magic.
Bakura fingers twitched in anticipation. That kind of magic...could he make it his own? He didn't know.
But perhaps he would try...to see if this rerun was one of a kind...
A/N: …yeah. I don't have much to say anymore. Next is Replayshipping (Yugi x Rebecca).
