Normal POV
After I closed the door to Bakura's apartment, I closed my eyes halfway and looked at the door. Could this door open to many more exciting opportunities? Would it hold more painful memories from my past? Or would this door be shut forever, never to see what Bakura may hold? Gosh, I hope it's not the last one, I thought to myself. Lightly brushing the outline of the panels with my fingertips, I closed my eyes one more time and imprinted today in my memory.
I removed my fingers from door and slowly started to walk away. Oh, how I dreaded homework for cursing me to leave Bakura at such an unkindly hour of the day. I pouted to myself on the first of three flights downstairs. Besides, it's going to take me ten minutes to finish my homework.
No, I thought to myself, the millennium objects are what caused your problem in the first place. Do you really want to go back there? . . .Yes, I do. For the first time in my life, I did something exciting that I didn't regret. . . But what about . . .? I debated this to myself the whole time I walked down the second flight of stairs.
On the final flight of stairs, I thought what the near future could hold. Would my past somehow cross over to the present? Would I ever live a normal life? Could all my sins be forgiven? I doubt it, but a girl can dream.
I finally reached the glass door that led one either in or out of the building. I placed my hand on the handle and pushed it outwards, letting me escape from this place. Once outside, I took one last look at Bakura's window and started to walk home.
I held my sukuuru baggu (school bag) above my knees as I started the walk; eventually I hung it on my shoulder since it kept hitting my knees. My waist length black hair blew slightly in the wind and my skirt gently fluttered.
About a third of the way home, I heard my name being called. I stopped in my tracks, waited a few seconds to confirm feet running towards me, and turned around. In front of me stood Mika, my old friend when I used to live in Domino City. Her red hair was tied in a pony tail halfway down her back, her gray eyes were sparkling with happiness, and she wore a smile bigger than Tokyo Tower.
When she reached me, she pulled me into a tight hug. "Yuki-chan! I'm so happy to see you! When did you get here? Why didn't you tell me? How could you not even tell your best friend that you returned?"
I was being flooded with questions and comments from Mika-chan, that I almost didn't notice the guy walking down the streets towards us. He had black hair with blue tips at the end and dark purple eyes that were highlighted by his slightly tanner skin. He wore a black uniform with eight white buttons going down the shirt- the first two were undone. I knew this person far too well and I was irritated to see him. Walking down the street was Hiyoshi Roiyaru.
With his hands in his pocket he stood behind Mika. "Calm down Mika-chan. Let the girl breath for a second," he said with a slight smirk on his face.
I narrowed my eyes at him, letting them show all the ways I could possibly harm him if he tried something on me or Mika. He put his hands up slightly to indicate he wouldn't.
"Roiyaru!" Mika shouted. She released me from her grasp and embraced him with a slight peck. I looked at them with shock; my best friend was kissing the guy I absolutely loathed. What to do in this situation. . .
I stood there awkwardly, looking at the ground to give them their privacy, when I realized that they were looking at me. There was silence in the air as thick as glass and not one of us wanted to break it. After several moments, I broke it.
"So, you two . . . uh . . . when did this happen?"
Mika was the one who answered. "Well, we've been going to school together for the last two years. Without you here, we got really close. . ."
I didn't give them the reaction they wanted. I took it without emotion inflicting me. Instead, I gave them the excuse that I needed to start homework and waved good-bye. It was only when I was lying in bed that night did the pain actually hit me.
