So this links onto the last chapter and I still don't own anything!

Sorry in advance for the OOCness!

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It's bright.

The first thought that enters my mind. The second is that niggling sense of something being wrong. My memory seeps back in and I take a glance at myself. Everything still seems to be attached and aside from the numbness there's nothing wrong. Bored I look around at… Well, nothing actually. I do hate it when this happens.

"Hey, yadonushi?" Silence, "Ah, yes." So that's definitely what's wrong… Retreating inside my mind reveals the ghost of our connection, his door flickering rapidly.

That hasn't happened before.

Pushing aside my confusion I take the chance and place my hand against the wood. It seems to hum with some strange energy, stabilising for a second before going back to its flickering. Whispers come to me before something yanks me out of my own mind.

"Well that was rude." The blankness makes no comment and I sigh as if there was someone to listen to my irritation.

"Do you know who I am? I am the spirit of the millennium ring. You can't keep me out of my own mind." Once again I force my way through the resistance and grasp the handle of his door. It burns my hand and I roll my eyes as once again I find myself in the midst of nowhere.

"What's the use in trying to warn me away from something like that? You just heal my wounds as soon as they appear and I have dealt with much more than you could ever throw at me." Nothing responds and if there were anything to break it would be dust by now.

Several attempts and who knows how much time passes before I just stare into the nothingness.

"So you think you have won?" My face falls with no one there keep it up for and I can't help but laugh, "I guess my cause was lost before I started… Again." Somehow the light blurs and his face comes to me.

"Bakura! Please! I love you!" I glare up at the brightness,

"I hate you. Not as much as the Pharaoh but still- I really hate you…" And you shouldn't kick a three-thousand year-old immortal thief king when he's down, even if he is six feet under for what must be at least the sixtieth time. I force my way past all the resistance again, grab the handle and yank the door open as death tries to claw me back.

Everything seems to flicker but I hold on to the door as the whispers become shrieks before returning to a whimper and finally muting.

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The light dims and I open my eyes unaware that I had closed them in the first place. The bedroom greets me and I grin as Ryou's form shifts under the bed covers.

"Bakura…" A jolt goes through me as he says my name and pushes himself into a sitting position, all bleary eyes and messy hair. Gently his hand reaches out for my face. It passes through and he jumps back as if I had hit him, head smacking against the wall in the process.

I can do nothing but stare.

"What! I-" He stares at his hands with crazed eyes then back at me.

"Ryou?" Our eyes meet and tears streak down his cheeks, his breathing far too fast.

"But- what! This is- again!" His hands tighten around his body as he trembles before he stares at my feet, jaw set.

"Ryou-"

"I want to wake up- I want to wake up- Please, I want to wake up-" His eyes screw up.

"But you are awake." He ignores me taking another gulp of air and repeating the wish over and over again.

Inside my mind his door is wide open. I make my way into it, shredding all the darkness in the way just to find him. He sits in the middle, fear clutching him as if he was its dead son.

I tear my way through that too.

"RYOU!" He thrashes against me-

"NO! I DON'T WANT this? I- I want to wake up…" His voice continues softening as he slowly becomes aware of my presence. His eyes open and his hands tighten around my arms.

"Ba-kura? This is… This isn't another dream?" I nod and his eyes brighten as he wraps himself around me, "I've just had so many dreams-" Smiling I hold him even closer "-It was so hard to tell the difference in the end…" Patting his head I chuckle,

"It wasn't much better for me Ryou..." His head rests against my shoulder as we sit in the middle of his soul room, "How long has it been anyway?" His words are quiet but they carry easily here.

Seven months.

"I'm sorry." He shifts against me and presses his lips against mine.

"Don't be, you didn't try to leave." He hesitates before adding, "Don't leave me ever again." Chuckling I ruffle his hair.

"That goes for you too."

"Wasn't planning to."

"Me neither."

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So that's this over, kinda sucks but it's done, haha! Now to get back to revision :P

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