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Bakura had it all planned out. It was going to do wonders, and get Ryou back by his side.

Now if only Kaiba could stop progressing so d*** quickly, and Marik would stop calling him fluffy.

Speaking of which, Kaiba had just broken out of Bakura's adept reinforcement spell that had mediocre traps in it as well. He pushed him back in with the flick or his wrist while still waiting for Marik to stop pacing back in forth and calling him fluffy.

For once, he might've actually wanted the idiot Pharaoh to be with him. If only so that he can take the idiot off of his shoulders.

Speak of the devil, Yami chose that exact moment to enter.

"Great, what's the news?" Bakura asked.

"She finally gave in and is waiting for Fu to come in and talk to her. She also wanted to see Marik-" Yami tried to ignore how the yami jumped. "But I told her that now wasn't the time."

"Very well- now take him off my back." Bakura rudely pointed his thumb behind him at Marik. "He's so immature that I'm killing my own brain cells because of his stupidity."

"Fine, fine, come on, Marik. Let's focus on something else."

"Alright, Pharaoh!"

"How come he calls you Pharaoh and me fluffy?"

"Maybe because i've earned it?"

"Bah, as if."

"Bye fluffy!"

"MY NAME IS NOT FLUFFY FOR ANUBIS"S SAKE!"

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Rememorator stared at Paris from the top of the Eiffel tower, bored out of his mind.

He had already experimented with his powers- knew his current limits, how his magic worked, and that Hawkmoth was a Psycho with a stick up his a**.

Rememorator had dignity and was independent. When Hawkmoth had demanded that he tell him his friend's friend's identities, he had asked for his own identity in return. What he guessed was supposed to be harsh, electronic currents running through his body in punishment, actually felt like someone was re-energizing him. That was when Hawkmoth realized that he had created one monster of an akuma.

He did a few tricks with his scepter as he remembered Hawkmoth's response- well, what he could remember of it, anyway. It was a while ago, and ever since he became Rememorator his memory had been on the fritz. For every person he shot with his powers, another painful memory seemed to disappear. He had a lot to spare.

But he swore to himself that he would never forget the reason why he became this way. The only reason why he hadn't cut himself off from Hawkmoth was because Hawkmoth knew more about fighting the superheroes.

"I don't understand." Hawkmoth's signature purplish-pink butterfly mask flickered weakly to life in front of Rememorator's face. "What makes you so different from the other's? Why can't I control you, punish you, or forcefully purify you?"

"Listen, I don't know why either Mr. Stick-up-his-a**, but I do know that you're an annoying b****- more annoying than Kaiba, and that I still need you. So, until I'm either defeated or I cut you off, you ain't leavin' or forcing me to do anything." He heard Hawkmoth growl before the mask flickered off. Rememorator rolled his eyes and sat down, leaning/ lying against the bars with extreme balance that made him look like a flippin' gymnastics master. Relaxing for a bit, he closed his eyes and fell into a light doze.

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Ishizu and Master Fu had had a very long talk. Seto was getting so experienced with his Shadow Magic that Bakura had been forced to contemplate compromising with him.

Yami was pacing back and forth to his left, Marik was dozing on the couch.

"What's on your mind, baka no pharaoh?" Bakura asked lazily, eyeing the pacing form of the one he despised the most.

"Why the h*** do you want to know, theif?" Yami asked in return, but he didn't stop pacing.

"We made a promise, bound to us by the magic that runs through our spiritual veins." Bakura shrugged. "The promise was that we'd work together until Yadonoshi is back. I can't work together with you if I don't know what's going through your petty, royal mind." Yami didn't stop pacing, but he was left with several moments of silence before the other spoke.

"I've been trying to ignore it, but I don't normally sleep and I can't stop thinking about it." Bakura got the sleep- as a spirit it felt unnatural having to lie down and go to sleep, because they didn't need sleep. The bodies did. In fact, his eyelids were getting heavy. Compromising with Kaiba sounded more exhausting but a lot more relieving every second. The only reason why he wasn't complaining about it was because he was more experienced with the feeling. The world was a dangerous place, and when he and Ryou had first met, Bakura often took control of her body to protect her from the pain of the world. That got him to be familiar with sensations like sleep, hunger, and thirst all over again. Things that he hadn't experienced in millenia.

Unfortunately, he couldn't protect her from the biggest pain she had ever experienced, as that was from before he came into her life.

"Ignore what?"

"Jou- Rememorator's- Abilities." He stated. "If you get hit, you relive through all of your worst and best memories. I've been wondering what would happen if I was hit- would I only be able to see my best and worst memories of the present time, or would I be able to see my best and worst memories over all?"

Oh.

That.

Bakura hadn't personally been thinking about the stupid Pharaoh's lost memories a lot, but the idiot bringing it up reminded him that Master Fu had been talking about him when it came to 'one who remembers that time' for an alternative way to get the Pharaoh's memories back.

He hated the fact- it was almost as though fate had made it that way. If that was, it proved that this would've been the true way for Yami to get his memories back instead of the one Ishizu wished for. But no matter how Bakura wanted to believe in coincidences, he had gone through too many things in life for anything to be pure 'coincidental'. His angel, tenshi, hikari, and love of his life, was proof of that.

He could remember all of the years he had spent wandering around from owner to owner, possessing each of them, but none of them felt quite right until he was delivered to Ryou, the one person he never thought he would ever be able to see again that he actually cared about. And he was never going to let her go.

Ever.

He mentally shook his head, knowing the baka was waiting for an answer.

"Only from this life." Bakura lied, hiding a yawn afterwards. It wasn't really a lie, he didn't know because when he and Ryou were hit, he experienced memories from both of their pasts. But he couldn't let Yami get hit, otherwise his plan wouldn't work. "Now stop pacing and help me find a way to subdue Kaiba so that I can sleep." Yami rolled his eyes in response, but he stopped pacing.

"He's getting tired." Yami pointed out, looking over at the bathroom.

"So?"

"So teleport some items in there so that he knows that we're going to sleep and that he should go to sleep too, blockade the door, put a weak spell on all of it, and go to sleep out here." Yami snapped. Clearly he was just as tired as the thief, just not as used to it.

"Fine."

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