He had awoken! Finally. Why had he blacked out? Hmm…the Chosen one. This little boy? The child couldn't have been older than seventeen…the age of his own death. Maybe that wasn't so little after all then, but after 3,000 years, every age of a mortal seemed little. They never lived passed one hundred. Such fragile little fools who thought they were invincible. Granted, there had been a time when he had thought the same thing of himself. And in the end, it turns out, he was almost right.
So the boy. The child was probably sixteen or seventeen, if he were to guess. Seemed nice enough, polite enough, naïve enough.
"I think I'll keep you…" the Thief King drawled.
No response.
"Can you hear me?"
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Nope.
This was his life now, he discovered after a few months. He would attempt to communicate with his "Master", only to find himself unheard. Unless the boy was ignoring him. No, the child was far too polite to do that. Besides, if he could hear the spirit, he would at least be surprised the first time and jump. Probably cry put, "Who is it?"
Why was he not heard?! This was becoming infuriating!
"Master!" Bakura spat sarcastically.
Nothing.
"Can you hear me yet?"
No.
With a sigh, the Ancient spirit gave up. He would try again tomorrow.