A/N Oh ff . net. You and your format issues.


I hope she doesn't have to see/What became of her family/Her father left after she died/Her brothers cried and cried and cried ~ The Miracle That Never Came, Straylight Run


"And he'd sit right there, where you are now!" shouted Amane Bakura.

Bakura eyed the girl askance, not amused in the slightest. He took a sip out his pink plastic tea cup, anyway. To humor the girl.

"Do you like it? I'm not as good as Mommy or Ryou, but I made it myself!" she grinned and it covered her whole face.

This child annoyed him. She was nothing like her brother. She was far too happy, especially for being dead and all.

"It's delicious," Bakura sneered, "Now, what exactly do you want?"

"You're not suppose to be rude at tea parties," she huffed.

"Well?"

Amane rubbed her arm and furrowed her brows. A habit she and his former host shared.

"Do you…do you know if Big Brother is happy?"

He nearly broke the cup. "No."

The girl's bottom lip trembled, "But he wrote about you all that time! Don't you visit him? You've had to have visited him! You have to know! You have to tell me!"

Bakura didn't visit anyone. All the people he'd missed and hated for were here. Dead. Well, there was that one time he'd spied on Malik just for the hell of it, but that was something spurred on entirely by boredom. One can only torment the Pharaoh so long before it gets old.

He didn't think about his former host. Ever. He didn't want to.

"No," he repeated again, less harshly. The girl was only a child, after all.

"But…why?" Amane cried, tears leaking down her face, "Mommy doesn't visit Ryou anymore, either. It used to be Daddy and Ryou, but now it's just Daddy. I don't understand…and Mommy won't let me see him! I'd visit him forever but she won't let me!"

Bakura looked away.

"I used to be able to know some of his story! He'd write me letters!" she exclaimed, and pointed to the scatter papers that Bakura was all too familiar with, "They were always so sad…"

Yet another reason why he never thinks of his former host.

"But now they've just…stopped," Amane said, the softest she's spoken yet, "I don't understand…"

Of course you wouldn't, Bakura snapped to himself, you're a child. But even here (after all those years of darkness, the irony!), he can't ignore that budding sensation in the back of his mind. Damn Guilt.

Amane closed her eyes and shook her head, violently, "I want to know what's happening! I want to see my brother's happy ending! I have to save him. If I could just see him, I know I could save him!"

Bakura put down his cup.

"Stop crying," he ordered, "We'll go. Okay? We'll go."

She looked up, smiling though the tears were still in her eyes. Amane took Bakura's callous hands into her own small ones.

They left.


A/N Reviews, please!