A/N: It seems that this story just keeps on getting longer and longer, than it was ordinary planned. Original plan was 16 chapters, but I think this ain't ending in one chapter unless I kill someone.... What if I make Yami kill Bakura (after a hot make-out session, 'cos I promised the yaoi :D), so he can sleep forever?...Maybe not. Well I don't think nobody minds. At least i hadn't heard any of you yelling: 'End this fucking story!' :D And if there is someone like that out there, then nah, nah, nah, no way!

This chapter has about 50% more Yugi than any chapter before, expect maybe the first two or three. I kinda like Yugi, but then I like everyone else too. :) I don't think there's much Yugi fans reading Bakura Yami stories anyway :D

15. The One Who Was Left Out

Bakura leaned against the railing and stared at the people walking in the the street below him. Small people. No, tiny people. Tiny insignificant people. None of those busy dots moving around meant anything to the old spirit.

Old, Bakura felt suddenly very old. He was, but it had never bothered him. Even when he was trapped inside the Ring, Bakura hadn't counted the days, or the years.

Funny, it hadn't felt like 3000 years.

Feeling very fascinated Bakura continued observing the people and the cars, who had no idea that they were being watched. How much can you learn watching nameless people moving? Bakura amused himself for a while, trying to guess everyone's identity. Maybe that one was a woman, young woman, returning from her lunch break. And that one was a man, running to catch the bus.

Very soon, Bakura grew bored, and he turned his gaze towards the clear blue sky.

He wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't supposed to be anywhere.

On top of a tall building, staring down on normal people, Bakura closed his eyes for a moment. He had never questioned his existence before.

Bakura chuckled to himself.

Sleeplessness did bad things to people. Bad things to bad people.

Bakura let every doubt in his mind disappear. Doubts were for normal, sane people. And Bakura was neither.

He had came here, just because he was bored and just because he could. Marik and Malik. Bakura was supposed to meet those two in few hours. Marik was probably still sleeping, the lazy yami rarely woke before noon. Bakura loved high places, and this building was one of the highest in the whole city. A perfect place to pass the time. He could have climbed here, but the thief had preferred the door, which had been locked, but was not anymore.

Bakura felt him long before he appeared to the roof. He let Bakura know that he was coming. Why would hunter let his prey know that he was approaching? To not startle him.

Bakura noticed that he had no way out of the situation. Well beside jumping down from the building, but Bakura didn't feel suicidal today.

Bakura smiled and continued watching normal people from up here.

Yami walked to him. For a moment he stared at Bakura, but when Bakura showed no sign of acknowledging his hikari, he turned to look at people in the street.

Yami didn't say anything obvious like: 'What a view' or 'Look at those people, they look like ants from up here.'

Instead he just said:

"You did it on purpose."

Bakura didn't feel like asking stupid questions like 'Did what?' He was silent and waited for Yami to continue.

"You made me fall asleep," he accused.

"And how did I do that?" Bakura asked.

Yami didn't know.

"If I had to choose between letting you sleep or letting you meddle into my business," Bakura said. "I would have to choose letting you sleep."

"So you made me sleep!"

"Don't you think it's possible that after sleeping poorly for three days you just fell asleep and I didn't disturb you?" Bakura asked.

Yami shrugged.

"Anyway, if you got nothing else to say, I'll go now," Bakura turned around and tried to walk away, but Yami grabbed his hand, before he could get too far.

Bakura looked at Yami's hand around his thin arm, and his eyes narrowed. Yami wasn't letting him go.

"I still want to talk with you," he said.

"Well, I don't," Bakura spat.

Yami noticed, how he was already used to this. He just tightened his grip, in case Bakura tried to get away. He didn't. Bakura sighed, his shoulders slumping, and eyes closing for a moment.

Tired, Bakura felt tired.

Yami curiously studied his yami. For the first time the noticed the black circles under his eyes. Well that wasn't a surprise.

Yami cleared his throat, and received a tired glare from Bakura.

"I just wanted to addthataimnutmn..." Yami's words tangled together and he frowned.

Bakura smiled slightly, motioning Yami to continue with his free hand.

But Yami found out that he couldn't. He opened his mouth to speak and he was hit by a wave of fatigue. His vision blurred andhe felt like he could faint. Yami knew what he needed to do. He let go of Bakura and squeezed his eyes close. Immediately Bakura took a few steps backwards and stared at Yami, waiting patently. A small mischievous smile brightened his face, as he watched how his hikari tried to keep his conscious. Yami leaned against the railing, breathing deeply in and out, in and out. When he felt better, and had made sure, that he wasn't going to faint he opened his eyes and looked at Bakura.

"You did this."

Bakura shrugged.

"Anything could have caused that," he argued back. " Have you been eating your vegetables, dear hikari?"

"You did this!" Yami screamed. "You keep messing around with my mind and my body now too!"

Bakura walked to Yami, and poked him to the forehead with one cold finger.

"Prove it," he said.

Then he turned around and started walking away.

"How long you think you can keep this up?!" Yami yelled.

Bakura froze. He just stood there, and thought about it. How long could he...?

Yami honestly believed that Bakura would turn around, smirk like he always did and say 'forever' his voice full of confidence. If he would do that, Yami would probably believe it.

But then that would have been lying, and Bakura didn't lie. He turned around, looked at Yami with his tired eyes and said:

"I don't know."

That was the truth, and when it was said out loud there were no doubts anymore. Bakura closed his eyes, and breathed out a small sigh. Then he turned again and left, this time without interruptions. Before disappearing Bakura raised his hand, giving an odd goodbye to Yami. Yami was now left alone. When Bakura had completely out of sight, Yami turned, leaned against the railing and started watching the small people in the streets, hoping to see the familiar white-haired yami.

Soon Yami grew bored, and started guessing what kind of a people everyone was.

Maybe that one was a woman, dragging her child behind her. And that one, was a man, trying to get money for alcohol.

A world full of problems. And no white-haired yami.

"Yugi?"

Yugi raised his gaze from the book he was reading. He tilted his head and put the book down. He got up, turned to face Yami and smiled.

"Can we talk?" Yami asked.

"Of course," ex-hikari said. "Let's go to my room."

Yami followed Yugi to upstairs, and sat on his bed. Yugi sat on one of the chairs in his room. Yami stared nervously at the laptop on Yugi's table. Yugi noticed it, and moved so he was between the laptop and Yami. Yami finally looked at him, and smiled.

"Well what you want to talk to me about?" Yugi asked.

"Yugi... What do you know about traumas?"

"Traumas. What about them?"

"How to cure them?"

Yugi let out a small laugh.

"It's not as easy as you make it sound. There's no pill or a magical cure to them. I don't think even Shadow Magic can cure them. Trauma can easily take years or even a lifetime to heal. And when you think the trauma is gone it attacks you when you least expect. Trauma is like your shadow, only something huge and dangerous. Imagine that you walk forward in a road of life, but you always know that you trauma walks right behind you. And sometimes, when it's important to act, to do something, it takes you, and there's nothing you can do. You just freeze, unable to move, unable to see, unable to think. Only thing you can do is repeat the thing that caused the trauma again and again. You can loose your sleep, or be forever in the land of dreams. You can seek loneliness, making every people dear to you disappear, or you can cling to a person, until he leaves. Trauma can make people handicapped forever." Yugi told. "Most important thing about curing trauma is talking. The person with a trauma needs someone to talk to, it doesn't have to be anything even close to the subject. The person must learn to express his desires, his emotions again. It's like learning to talk right from the start again. The person dealing with someone with a trauma should be patient, one wrong step, and we are back in square one. Be patient, and understand and maybe someday, he might be able to talk about it, freely, and then the shadow disappears."

Yami sighed miserably.

"So I'm screwed."

Yugi raised his eyebrows.

"Who has a trauma you're trying to cure?"

"Bakura."

"...Okay, I know this sounds like a rude question, but why do you want to help him?"

"I said to him, that I will make him sleep again," Yami explained "I'm not going back on my words, but there's no way I can cure this."

Yugi shrugged, and stared at the wooden floor for a while.

"If it's all about sleep, there's always drugs and Shadow Magic, "Yugi said, though he was clearly not approving that kind of treatment.

They were silent for a while.

"Well I think you're just as good healer as everyone else," Yugi said. "Maybe even better."

"Hmm?"

"Look at it this way," Yugi said. "Bakura got no one to talk to. Marik and Malik are his friends, but their friendship doesn't expand to words. It's all about having fun together, stealing stuff, killing a person or two. There's no way Bakura's going to open to them, they all know that. Then Ryou. He used to be Bakura's hikari, that's true, but they never had any connection. Ryou doesn't want to deal with Bakura anymore, he gives that task to you happily. Bakura knows his ex-hikari. He doesn't want to talk to him, and Ryou doesn't want to hear about it. Real therapists would not accept Bakura. Then me, and all our friends are out of the question, we hardly know each other."

Yami nodded.

"You're his hikari," Yugi pointed out. "You're a good listener and you really want to help him, even if it's just about the sleep. You and Bakura knew each other back in Egypt. Eventually, you will learn things about him, that no one else will ever learn."

It made sense. Though Yami didn't really want to learn more about Bakura, he just didn't want to admit defeat. So he would do everything he could to make Bakura sleep.

"Do you think I can do it?" Yami asked.

Yugi smiled, his sweet smile full of trust.

"Of course I do. Have I ever doubted you?"

Yami couldn't help but smile too. It seemed like the mere presence of Yugi made Yami smile, it always had.

"I don't know if I ever said this before, but you were a great hikari, and you still are, a friend."

"Yami, I will always be your friend, no matter what happens, no matter how many times you screw up, I will always be beside you if I can," Yugi said and laughed. "Did you think that the moment you stopped being a half of me I would just throw you out? There's more between us than strong resemblance."

Yami heard the sad undertone of Yugi's statement, and he understood. It didn't take a Mind Link to understand what boy wanted.

"Come here," Yami said.

Yugi nodded and walked to him. Yami wrapped his arms around the smaller teen and hugged him tightly. The ex-hikari buried his head to Yami's shoulder. He needed this hug. Lately everything was about Yami and Bakura, and nobody seemed to care about Yugi, who had lost his soul half to another person. Still he held no grudge towards Bakura, didn't complain, or seek attention. That just how Yugi was.

"I missed you," he murmured against Yami's chest.

Yami nodded.

"I know."

A/N: Poor Yugi :( Hey, this was the 15th chapter, huzzaah!