A/N: Hello there. I would love to talk about, well everything, but i have to go to my drama club. ^^ A hobby of mine, which made me an open person.

Anyway in this chapter we have some... Uh, something.... Walking? Well, they walk in every chapter I think. So yeah walking. Hahhaa, super awesome story about this chapter. But I just add this, when I wrote the last half of this chapter i had no idea what to write, let's see how it turned out.

A confusing chapter too....

Enjoy! :)

16. Dream World

This place looked familiar. Yami had been here before.

The island.

It hadn't changed at all since last time Yami had been here. Why would it? What could happen to bunch of rocks anyway? And blood of course. The blood was still here. The red dried marks, like children's paintings. They were still here, on every rock.

Yami walked past one of the rocks.

This time it was night. A summer night. The darkness was warm and thick.

Yami looked around him. Soon he found what he was looking for.

Bakura.

The white-haired yami had his back turned to Yami and gaze turned towards the dark blue sky.

Yami looked at the sky too.

What he saw was both beautiful and sad.

Stars. They were falling from the sky. It looked like golden rain.

Apocalypse? Yami raised his eyebrows. It could be. This was how he always imagined apocalypse to be. Stars were falling and it was unusually warm. And it was summer. Apocalypse just couldn't happen during winter, now could it?

Though Yami would have loved to watch how the world around him ended, he had things to do. Things that couldn't wait for tomorrow, because, it seemed, there would be no tomorrow. Yami walked closer to his yami.

"Bakura?" he asked.

Bakura spun around, as he heard the voice. Yami's eyes widened. Last time Bakura had been in this island he had looked like skeleton. Now he really was a skeleton, nothing but bunch of bones together. His jeans looked way too big for his thin 'state'. He wasn't wearing a shirt and Yami could see his heart pounding in empty ribcage.

But it was definitely Bakura, no doubt about it.

He had his hair, growing right out of his skull. He had his eyes. Those dark brown eyes, sharp, intelligent and very much alive.

Bakura stared at Yami, seeming little surprised. Yami stared back at the skeleton, who used to be human.

Bakura didn't recognize his hikari, Yami saw it in his eyes.

"Do I know you?" Bakura asked, voice coarse, but polite. He didn't want to scare his only visitor away.

"I'm Yami," Yami answered. "We used to..." Yami searched for the right words."...know each other." But not anymore, it seemed.

Bakura had that look in his eyes. If he still had had eyebrows, he would have raised them. He ran his bony fingers through his hair. He sure had forgotten Yami. And he had forgotten something else too. Yami found it in his eyes.

Bakura had forgot how to hate. Had he been here so long that every feeling had disappeared? Had he forgot how he had promised revenge?

Yami had thought it would be good, if Bakura someday forgot how to hate, forgot what, and who he hated. Forgot his eternal seek for revenge. But now, when it actually had happened, this didn't feel right. This wasn't the real, emotional Bakura, whose mood swings nobody could keep track of.

This was just some skeleton, long forgotten, who had Bakura's hair, and Bakura's eyes. And Bakura's name.

"How long have I been here?" Bakura asked finally. His voice curious, though hie eyes weren't.

'I don't know' thought Yami's mind.

"3000 years," said his mouth. Oh, so he knew. Had he put Bakura here again? Yami didn't remember.

A dark red tongue appeared from Bakura's mouth and licked the nonexistent lips, before disappearing form the sight again. Bakura was deep in thought, if he still had his eyelids, he would have closed them.

"Funny," Bakura said, and chuckled. "It didn't feel like 3000 years."

Bakura turned to look at the falling stars again.

"Did you come to get me out of here?" he asked.

Yami shook his head. The whole thought of him getting Bakura out of here seemed to make him amused. Why would he let his worst enemy a change?

Wasn't 3000 years enough? Was the next, more serious thought.

"No, I just came to see you," Yami said.

Bakura didn't seem disappointed, maybe he had forgot how to feel that too.

Bakura looked at Yami from the corner of his eyes.

"Maybe you should see the world as I see it," he said.

Then he put his left hand on his left eye, and gouged the eye out. Yami winced.

The eye laid on Bakura's palm, staring at him. Bakura was looking himself in the eye. It must felt weird.

Then the skeleton turned and offered the eye to Yami.

Yami blinked, but reached out and took the eye. It felt both cold and soft, as it laid on his hand. Yami looked questioningly at Bakura. Bakura smiled as well as a skeleton could. He put his hand on his empty eye socket, like he was missing the thing that had been there just a minute ago.

Yami raised the eye, until it and his eye looked at each other.

The eye on his hand rolled around madly.

Yami understood what he was supposed to do. He put the eye to his mouth. Immediately sticky liquid filled his mouth. It was so sweet, it made Yami feel sick. But he didn't spit the eye out.

Bakura had now put his hand to his ribcage and was tearing his heart out. He took it off and offered it to Yami. The one-eyed skeleton tilted his head.

"Maybe you should feel the world how I feel it as well," he said.

Yami nodded and put his hand on the bloody heart. It was still warm. It was small, and light, like child's. It was still beating. Thump, thump, thump. Yami didn't mind the beating, he took the heart and put it into his mouth too, next to eye. He started eating. The heart was salty. It balanced the sweetness of the eye.

Bakura stood next to Yami, ribcage empty and one eye and one empty eye socket staring at him, waiting for something.

Something white, and something red dripped down from the corners of Yami's lips.

Something in his mouth still beat. Thump, thump, thump.

Something in his mouth still stared.

Yami woke up screaming.

He sat up, and stared to the darkness, not seeing anything. He still tasted them in his mouth. Them, Bakura's eye and his heart. The sweet and the salt.

When Yami had calmed down a little, he started thinking.

Yami was sure this dream wasn't Bakura's doings. The Mind Link was closed, and Yami didn't hear anything form Bakura's side, not even a breath. It had been all from his subconscious. Ok, maybe some of it had came from Bakura's subconscious, but Bakura hadn't planned this dream on purpose.

Bakura would never plan something so weirdly touching, so comically sad. Bakura would never try to make Yami feel sorry for him. And that Yami felt, sorry for the skeleton in the island.

If Bakura had been meddling with Yami's dreams, they would be something more straightforward, like Yami killing Yugi, without wanting. Now that was a dream Bakura would make.

The dream had made Yami think. He still saw it clearly. The falling stars. The small beating heart. The empty eyes.

Hadn't 3000 years been enough?

Yami looked at the alarm clock sitting on his night table. The arms of the clock showed, that the time was 5.22. Yami didn't feel sleepy at all. He got up and started pulling on his clothes.

He hoped that Yugi, or grandpa had woken up.

Yami opened the door to the hallway as silently as he could. Everybody were still sleeping, nobody had heard Yami's scream. He could hear grandpa's snoring from the room across the hallway and Yugi's snuffling from the room next to his. Good.

If he wasted no time, he had time to go to see Bakura, before he had to go to school with Yugi.

Yami sneaked downstairs, and opened the front door. He inhaled deeply cold fresh air. The spring was here, alright, and summer soon too.

Yami closed the door behind him, put his hands to his pockets and started walking.

Finding Bakura wasn't hard.

The yami was awake, of course. He was strolling around the empty streets of the city, when Yami caught up with him. Bakura didn't even bother to turn to look. He already knew who panted heavily behind him, after running to catch him. Yami didn't utter a word. Instead he started walking just a little behind Bakura, so he didn't see his face, his eyes. That's what he feared to see.

The streets, they were actually beautiful in mornings, when there were only few cars, and few people out. And nobody seemed to be in hurry. It was a little cold, of course, what do you expect? But Yami didn't mind.

It was peaceful. Yami felt peaceful, and the nightmare was becoming just a memory, until Bakura brought it back to his mind by speaking.

"What is it this time?" Bakura asked.

"I had a dream," Yami told the truth. Why should he lie?

"Oh." Bakura raised his eyebrows to the empty street in front of him. "A bad one or..?"

Yami shrugged.

"Kinda. You were there."

Bakura chuckled darkly. Yami's dream involving him, couldn't be nothing more than a bad one. But Bakura didn't knew the dream he had been in. He had just heard the Yami's scream when the hikari woke up.

"So what do you want now? " Bakura asked. "You want to share your dream with me? I could give you therapy or something..."

"I just wanted to see you," Yami said weakly.

What Bakura said next shocked Yami and broke the peace in both minds.

"Maybe you should see the world as I see it," Bakura murmured absentmindedly.

"What?!" Yami stopped.

Bakura took few steps and stopped too, suddenly feeling very confused. What did he just say? And why did he say that? He had picked the line up from Yami's mind, but he never meant to say it out loud.

Judged by Yami reaction maybe the sentence had something to do with the dream Yami had had.

Bakura shrugged it off, it had been Yami's dream, not his and tried to continue walking, but Yami stopped him, by putting his hand around Bakura's wrist.

"Bakura," Yami whispered warningly."Turn around."

"Why?" Bakura asked.

Yami's grip tightened, his nails dug into Bakura's flesh. It started hurting Bakura, who just tilted his head, and looked at the morning sky, still a little dark.

"I want to see you. I want to see your eyes."

Yami had finally lost it, Bakura thought. His hikari couldn't take much stress, fatigue and insanity, it seemed. Bakura didn't have any choice but to turn around. Bakura closed his eyes and sighed, before spinning to face Yami.

"Open your eyes," Yami demanded.

Bakura did so.

Yami's eyes widened. The eyes, they had lost it. The emotions. Too tired to care. Too tired to hate. Empty, they were, just like in his dream.

Yami heard the beat of his own heart, and Bakura's. Thump, thump, thump. Too loud! Too much.

"Close your eyes!" Yami shrieked, letting go of Bakura and backing away. "Close them! I don't wanna see them!"

Guilt. The horrible taste of guilt in his mouth, alongside the blood.

'You did this to him' screamed a voice in Yami's head. 'Maybe you should feel the world as he feels it now! You did this!'

Yami put his head to his hands and groaned.

Bakura looked at him, and blinked few times.

"...I think I go now," he said after long pause. "If you still want to talk to me, you know how to find me."

Bakura walked past Yami, to the direction where they had came.

Bakura turned around the corner without looking behind. And it hit him. The fatigue.

How long could he keep this up? Yami had asked. Bakura hadn't knew the answer. Now he knew. Not anymore, not a single second more.

He had lost it. The game. Everything.

Bakura collapsed against the wall.

A/N: oh no, I think I just did a cliffhanger! Sorryyyy..... :D