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Characters: Nanami & Yami Bakura
Location: Nanami and Clair's Condo
Rating: PG
Time: May 17th 4PM
Description: Bakura's got some 'splainin' to do.

Nanami was sitting on the couch turning the pages of detective novel when she heard the knocking at door. "It's already four?" She thought to herself glancing over at the clock. The blond hadn't intended to spend the entire afternoon reading but somehow it had happened again. After marking her page, she set the book on the coffee table and made her way to the front door checking through the peep-hole first. One could never be too careful these days especially after the riots and then there was that creep, Zagi.

Even though she could clearly see Bakura she still paused before finally opening the door for him. "Hello, please come in."

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Nanami's face was equally as telling, no matter how much you didn't think about something like that, being alone was lonely, her logic told her so. Being alone meant you had to face yourself the entire time and that in itself was pretty terrifying for her. "I couldn't imagine being in solitude a week let alone years," she laughed halfheartedly, "I'm sure I would have gone insane by the first month."

Bakura made a little amused noise under his breath. "Thirty centuries. That's long long I've been sealed into the Ring without any options to communicate with the rest of the world. No way of contact, only watching at best."

His expression turned serious at the memory and he focused his gaze on the plate in front of him. "That's also why I was that off when I finally got out again. After a while you begin to forget things even when you don't want to..." He shook his head as if he needed to wake himself. When Bakura looked back up his storm-grey eyes very clear. "It was maddening, but I never missed anyone."

Bakura felt incredibly distant as he spoke and before she knew it, she had reached out and set her hand gently on his like it was some way of anchoring him down to where she was. She wanted to ask if she were to be sent home tomorrow, would he miss her but she was afraid of hearing his answer so instead she said, "But you're here now, right? Surely there's someone here you'd miss if they were suddenly gone."

Even though Nanami didn't want to get attached to people here it had happened anyway. Bakura had been in Death City longer, there had to be someone who's company he enjoyed even if it wasn't hers.

He startled a little at the sudden touch, his hand tensing under hers before he relaxed it again very slowly. It was a subtle but still telltale sign of him having lived a life where touches were very rarely something gentle.

"Nanami", for a moment a myriad of emotions danced behind his eyes and a damn threatened to be breaking somewhere. But then the ancient thief took a deep breath and shook his head lightly with a smile. When he met her eyes again there was only firm confidence left in his. The same kind of determination echoed in his voice.

"It doesn't work like that for me. I never regret" Because he couldn't. The moment Bakura started to question his actions, the way he lived, would be the day he himself started to unravel and become undone. He had come too far to give in to such temptations anymore, as pleasant as they sometimes appeared when he was weary like today. Despite that it didn't take much acting to make his voice a tone gentler when he continued. "...and I also never forget."

The hand tensing below hers didn't deter her from keeping her hand there for the time being. Although there was little to no expression on her face her eyes returned a cool confidence before squeezing his hand and withdrawing. He was just being stubborn, which would make sense since he had lasted as long as he had as a vengeful spirit. She picked her fork back up and closed her eyes with a somewhat over dramatized miffed expression she teased him a little. "So you're saying if I were to be sent home tomorrow you wouldn't miss me at all? That's pretty rude."

"Hey, I'd be a pretty bad evil spirit if I shed parting tears every time I liked a person a bit more than usual leaves my life!" He played along, pretending to be insulted. The truth was that he really wouldn't. He'd be miffed over the lost chance and tool, but he'd regret her department no longer than a cat would regret that of a mouse that had escaped into a hole before it had been able to catch it.

He quickly took another sip of wine to hide his smile at the mental picture.

"Well I suppose it's good to know where I stand in the grand scheme of things," she replied flatly returning to her food in silence. There were a number of things running through her mind regarding the situation but for now she chose to keep them to herself.

He set his glass down.

"I care about you enough not to lie to you just to gain an advantage." Which was a lie in itself. His pokerface was perfect when he turned his attention towards the food as well.

"I broke up with my former partner."

"I appreciate your honesty, there's nothing worse than someone going out of their way to be nice to someone they don't like for personal gain." She'd just about had enough of that back home.

"Your former partner? Who was that?"

"A clingy self-important Weapon I don't want to talk about." He made a displeased face. "He blamed me for telling the truth, for him thinking that I wasn't telling the truth, for not being who he decided I should have to be, for confusing him, for going on a mission with you..."

He shrugged his shoulders. "In the end I had enough of his constant yammering and ditched him."

Wait, for going on a mission with her? "I thought you weren't in an exclusive partnership?" The idea of being a home-wrecker, or whatever the partnership equivalent was here, was a completely foreign idea to her. Of course with that glowing description of his former partner, Nanami could completely understand why he would dump him.

"I wasn't." He waved his fork to empathize his point before he rammed it into his food with a touch too much force. "He insisted that we shouldn't be partners and always kept looking for a Meister he'd work better with than me. And then he blew up on me for doing what he couldn't just because I'm able to work with compromises."

She flinched as he drove his fork down into the plate. "His loss," she replied simply although she had to wonder. After all, he was certainly getting all worked up over this ex-partner of his. She was surprisingly very astute when it came to how others felt about one another while at the same time being completely oblivious to how others related to her. There was something more to this but she feared for her dishware should she infer any further.

"Yeah." He agreed curtly before concentrating on his food again. Well, this little dinner session wasn't going in the direction he had wanted it to very much at all. This girl probably hadn't heard about the whole being close to work together as a pair rumors and misinterpretations.

...Might as well withdraw early. "When do you need to leave for work?"

There had been a memo posted by Mello she had been directed to within the first day or so of her arrival where one of the questions related to relationships between Meisters and Weapons, however, by now she had forgotten what she had read. Unless someone mentioned something directly to her she tended to ignore its existence.

"Oh um," Nanami glanced over at a clock, "I should be fine if I head out around 5:50." The area she patrolled was just in the next district over. Wanting to confirm something for herself she looked back to him, "I feel like I know a little bit more about you now, is there anything you'd like to ask me?"

He had followed her gaze at the clock and was now giving her a kind of confused look again - it was another case of questions that he usually didn't get asked. Something he wanted to ask her? There wasn't anything, really. At least nothing that could be brought up as some light smalltalk. Bakura had very little interest in people besides himself in general.

After about a minute of awkward silence he just shrugged his shoulders.

"Why do you always braid your hair like that?"

And that's exactly what Nanami was doing, seeing if he had any interest in her other than as a weapon. Not having her brother around made her realize how shallow her relationships with others actually were. It was a sobering realization as she sat there waiting for him to ask her something, anything. Once he asked, she returned a short silence before letting out long but quiet and resigned breath of air.

She put a hand up touching her hair for a moment, "Actually, I have some pretty unruly bangs," it was a little embarrassing to say so.

"Really. I think I'd like to see that at some time. It might look good on you." This time there was no hesitation to his words as Bakura had given up trying to scheme for the moment and just went with saying the first thing that came to his mind.

"I like long hair and people who aren't self-conscious about it."

Nanami stared blankly at him for a moment before her cheeks flushed red. She cleared her throat, obscuring her mouth with a hand. "Well then, maybe one day I'll show you," she spoke from behind her wine glass this time, trying to look nonchalant about it with her eyes closed and feigning a somewhat bored expression.

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"I'll be looking forward to it." Ironically enough Bakura found that exchanging blows while bantering came just as natural to him as they did when he was mocking somebody if he just let them. It wasn't about sincerity or what he really thought (although using those definitely made the words he said even stronger) but simply about dominance and power. Who got the other to move the way they wanted won.

"Is there anything personal you want to know about me as well?"

Ah, so he had turned her own question around on her. That was only fair, however she didn't want to hit a sore subject over what was left of dinner so she nixed the idea of asking about his family although that's what she really wanted to know about. "If you had been brought here as a weapon, what form do you think you would have taken?"

"What form?" He looked up at her, looking just a tad bit surprised. "The Ring, of course." He inclined his head a bit to the side, sounding the same way of puzzled that one would react in if one were asked what color the sky were. The Ring had been his alternate body for so long now that it seemed only natural that his soul would have kept being tied to it.

After maybe half a minute, he grinned as he straightened up a bit and lightly shrugged his shoulders. "Or maybe a blade like the ones I used to own or something like that hourglass that I used during the latest game. Being a die like that asshole would've also been an option, although I wholeheartedly doubt that my effects would have been anywhere as nice and passive as that pansies." He chuckled. "But the Ring is still the most likely choice. It's my mobile gravestone, after all."

"The Ring?" That was certainly a quick reply, Nanami had expected him to mull it over even if it was just a minute or so. Wasn't that some sort of horror movie...? "What... what kind of abilities would you have as a ring? Or an hourglass or a die for that matter?" Nanami was not familiar with the ring or the ~~children's card game~~ game items he was talking about.

"The Ring is one of the Millennium Items. It finds, opens and locks paths." As well as it did a couple of other useful things that Bakura wasn't going to mention around her. "The hourglass was a tool used to change the flow of time in the game. As for the die" He held up a finger and wagged it. "the roll of the die decides the fate of those who play."

"Oooh," she made a impressed sound. She was actually surprised to find that he seemed to be describing mostly assisting abilities she had felt he'd have been something a little more vicious with the aura he gave off when they were resonating. He seemed fairly confident so she truly believed he would have become one of he items he had listed. "So you like games then?"

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