Bakura drummed his fingers on the table in front of him that held his breakfast. Osiris was usually back by now. It was way past dawn and she was usually in his tent, asleep on the cushions while he ate breakfast. He'd flirt with her when she was awake but he just loved to watch her sleep. He thought she looked like one of the gods she was named after.
He couldn't eat. He was too worried about Osiris. She was his life, his only friend. She had been by his side since they were children in the once whole city of Ka'elna. They used to run through the streets together, playing and living the carefree lives of children. But that had all changed when her powers, the Synergies of the Shadow Realm, had appeared and did damage to her child body.
Of everything Bakura missed about her he missed her cool headed intellect. She was so sweet and understanding when he had a problem. He'd just lay next to her (because Osiris would kill him if he laid his head on her lap) and tell things on his mind…but that only lasted as long as she had patience with him which wore thin by the 3rd or 4th issue. His flirting always had that effect.
Osiris wasn't at all impatient but his flirting ends up making her that way. But he couldn't help himself. She had always been his best friend, the girl next door. She had started staining her hands with blood because of his need to have a killer he could trust.
Bakura finally realized what had happened over the years with them. He had made his best friend, the woman he loved into a murderer.
"Master Bakura! Master Bakura! Osiris has returned! Her horse just came over the dunes!"
Bakura scrambled to his feet and ran out of the tent. The gray Arabian horse Bakura had gotten for her years ago rode up-minus its beautiful and deadly rider. Bakura dropped to his knees and pounded the sand. He knew what this meant.
Atem had Osiris.